One last opportunity to make a move on her. It’s now or never.
Sophia is moving to Tulsa. Her boss made it clear that her position is being phased out, so it’s either relocating to the Midwest or she’s out of a job. Just when she’s getting more friendly with Elizabeth, an employee in her department.
Thinking of a plan, she convinces her boss to let her take out the department’s top performer for dinner as a thank you from the company, who just happens to be Elizabeth. The only snag is that her boss insists she take the top two performers, which also includes Jason.
At dinner, Sophia’s mind is racing on how to make a move on Elizabeth without Jason, and the entire restaurant staff, noticing. This launches a feverish, desperate attempt at pleasure, far beyond anything Sophia’s tried before.
If you enjoy saucy stories of lesbians, bi-curious women, and daring plans, you’ll love Dinner and Dessert.
Title: The Billionaire’s New Toy Author: Ava Sterling Publisher/Year: Red Lace Publishing 5/11/16 Length: 27 Pages
Claire wants to land the sale of the year, supplying all bedding materials for one of the largest luxury hotel chains in the country. The only thing standing in her way…is Connor Brenton.
A self-made Billionaire, Mr. Brenton is the type to go after what he wants. Now what he wants is Claire, but she’s more interested in padding her sales numbers than an erotic connection. At the sales appointment, it will be decided who gets what they want first.
I’m a fan of this story – even more than the others that I’ve read recently by Ms Ava Sterling. What we have here is one of my favorite sub segments of the genre – the Alpha powerful man, and the sexy female who thinks that it’s her body that gets her what she wants until she realizes that she truly has the power because of how she carries herself.
What’s sweet about this story is that even though it’s a novella in length, we get an opportunity to see that there was a history between these two characters – a past shared experience and that’s what makes it feel more robust than others that I’ve enjoyed. While Claire clearly has her mind set on keeping her job and that means getting a sale out of a very successful yet handsome hotel owner, what she gets when she makes the attempt is so much more than she bargained for. Mr Benton has his mind set on success – and he is always successful. Will he be in this instance as well?
There’s a sweetness to this story while all the flirtation and heat is underneath. Mr Benton plays with Claire’s emotions and psyche which is a fun twist and the question from them will become how much will Claire bend, what will happen to her job, and what will happen to her. He’s skilled, capable of getting what he wants, when he wants it, and can she handle it? Very good question!
I wish we actually had more of this story as it has feelings of Sylvia Day and J Kenner among other authors when i read it.
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Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! As a way to kick things off today, I wanted to share an upcoming release from the one Ava Sterling! Check out below and get excited! I don’t have information for the release date yet but as soon as I do, I will come back and update you both on when you can get it and where you can pick it up! Enjoy!
There’s only one way to handle an agent who looks that good.
The evening was supposed to be simple: hold an event, have the media over, celebrate a charity, and have a few martinis in the process. These days, that’s as exciting as things get for Pearla, and she prefers it that way.
Years ago, she gave up being an operative for the agency and hasn’t looked back. She created a company using her savings and life has been treating her well. Well enough to start giving back to the community. But on the night she hosts a party for all her colleagues, her past comes back to haunt her. When she enters her office after taking a break from the crowd, she comes face-to-face with a female agent in a rather tight dress.
Minutes later, it’s a fight for Pearla’s business, her livelihood, and her reputation. They are the only things on her mind . . . that is until a new desire overtakes her, one that will suddenly take precedence over everything else.
Pearla might not be getting back to the party for a long time.
If you enjoy steamy stories about lesbian women, tight dresses, spies, and fight scenes, then you’ll love Solo Mission.
Title: In Bed with the Billionaire Author: Jackie Ashenden Publisher/Year: St Martin’s Press 11/1/16 Length: 300 Pages Series: Nine Circles #5
In the final Nine Circles novel, there is a fine line between pleasure and pain, between sin and salvation. Jackie Ashenden shows what happens when a dangerously irresistible man and woman collide, in and out of the bedroom.
In Bed with the Billionaire
Known to the underworld only as Jericho, billionaire Theo Fitzgerald is one of the most powerful men in the world. But his plan is to tear down the criminal empire his father created from the inside out—unless someone else does it for him.
He suspects a bold, seductive woman named Temple Cross might be trying to take him out with it—but for the chance to burn in the heat she gives off, he’s not sure if he minds…
A hired hit woman, Temple has been waiting to get close to Jericho her whole life. The man who destroyed her family is worth looking in the eye before she kills him—but when she’s finally alone with Jericho, he’s nothing like the ruthless barbarian she imagined. Her reaction to his touch is explosively sexual—and their emotional connection is too powerful for her to ignore.
Is she his shot at redemption? Or will he have to risk losing her love to save her life?
WOW – so, i think that we got exactly what we were hoping for as a conclusion and resolution to this fairly complicated story. Not only was it filled with twists and turns, i think that we also got to see the true colors of people.
Before i get into the meat of this story – i have to say it again- i don’t know how Ms Ashenden does it, but what we have is another example of a series that’s made up of stories about couples that happen in a chronological order of sorts, but instead we have a series that’s made up of stories that are completely connected, and you have to really follow the series as it goes to truly understand what everything means to each other part.
So in this final installment, we get to see how it will all play out. You know that throughout this one, we have seen couples come together in the hopes of taking down a kingpin only to learn that there’s someone bigger and badder who’s behind it all, and then when we find out that it’s Theo, Violet’s brother who’s supposedly dead, well that makes things all that more complicated. He has his motivations but the question becomes whether we can trust him or not. and the guess is not.
Then there’s Temple – the woman that we had met as Eva’s driver, hired by Zac to protect her and when we saw her betray Eva a few installments back, you had to wonder what that was all about. We learn that she’s linked to them all in a deeper way – having her ties to Elijah in the hopes of taking down the ring as well as trying to find her sister who was taken by them and sold.
Of course you know that since she’s personally invested, there’s another revenge saga. Add to that the fact that she’s an assassin, and you know that things are going to get spicy – FAST. Temple takes on a job at the request of Zac to locate Jericho (or Theo) and take him down, kill him all so that this can be done with. What no one expected was that there would be feelings there, that we would see the truth behind Temple and the truth behind Jericho and perhaps that there was so much more that was going to come out.
Throughout this story we see the fight of chemistry between Jericho and Temple. She wants to get information from him in regards to where her sister is/was and then kill him, all while playing him and herself. She won’t admit what she’s feeling towards Jericho and she won’t even it admit the reasons behind it, but with the prodding that he does, and his need for control, we start to see things unravel.
Then there’s Jericho. He’s got his motivations, the fact that he knew all about what it was that his father did, and his intent all these years was to take down the ring and make sure that his father paid for everything. Even if it means that his sister will never look at him again. And we know that Violet is a tough one – so you never know.
The journey here isn’t as deep but very angst ridden since they both have so much pain and it’s all tied to the Nine Circles desired outcome. What we don’t know is how it’s going to end, who’s going to remain alive and what that will mean for these friends and family. I think that there’s a level of expectation of the happy ending and i think that it’s highly unreasonable to expect that to be the case now that things are being shaken up, so it’s the masterful writing that gives us closure in a way that makes sense and gives us hope.
Also, true to her form, Ms Ashenden gives us some incredibly steamy scenes. Not the bondage that Zac loves, not the control of the others, but the power and rage that only Jericho can have and the fight that only Temple can bring. It’s hot and sensual and really really intense. To top it off, we get romance, and we get saving grace and that’s what we need at this point.
Now i’m bummed that i don’t have more with this series, but i think that it was exactly what i needed right now to read. I hope you guys give it a try!
His voice was softer than I expected: low but controlled, the sound of an authority figure who knows he doesn’t have to shout to be heard. I’ve since realized that’s the most dangerous kind of man to go up against in a fight. He didn’t bluster and yell the way Riker did, and he didn’t speak in terse rebukes, the way I remember my dad doing when I made an error in the middle of a job. Grant was all control and manners.
I hadn’t expected manners.
“I’ve never seen a man so intrigued by concrete before,” I said, less polite but still within the bounds of friendliness. “I’ve run past you a total of four times now, and you never once glanced up to check me out.”
The surprise faded to amusement. “Is that a fact?”
“Yes. And I thought for sure three times would do it.”
Since it appeared he wasn’t about to book me for fifty counts of conspiracy, I took a moment to appreciate him up close. From a distance, packed into a dark suit, always on the scent of something we didn’t want him to be, he really was more like a ferocious guard dog than anything else. But up close? Unf. There was nothing canine about him, and fear wasn’t my primary reaction. He was a behemoth, taller than me by at least a foot, his build not powerful so much as overpowering. He wasn’t handsome—at least, not in a clean-cut, underwear ad sort of way—but he was incredibly attractive. It’s possible for a man to be a perfectly assembled collection of model parts and invoke nothing more than a mild appreciation, like looking at a sculpture or a really nice diamond tiara. It’s equally possible for a man to boast coarse features, oversized limbs, and a rugged smile—and make a girl want to take off her clothes on the spot.
Happily, I refrained.
“How do you know I didn’t watch your ass as you ran past?” he asked, picking up my flirtation with ease. I should have been disappointed that he was sharp enough to follow along—a slow, stupid nemesis is always preferable to a fast-witted one—but all I felt was a warm feeling of pleasure. “Maybe I was being discreet.”
“You didn’t,” I said smugly and switched to stretching the other leg. “If you had, you would’ve stopped me ten minutes ago and asked for my number.”
“Maybe I’m in a relationship.”
“You’re not. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be watching my ass now.”
He laughed but didn’t relax. I only noted this because men have a universal way of dropping their shoulders and opening their stance once they realize they’re being hit on. Women probably do it, too—you can almost see the walls coming down around their hearts—but Grant’s wide shoulders remained firmly in place.
I stuck out my hand, hoping physical contact would do the trick.
“I’m Penelope,” I said, not bothering with an alias. That was one lie I’d never had any use for. I was born a thief, raised a thief, and would probably die one. A fake name wouldn’t benefit me any more than changing spots would a leopard. “Penelope Blue.”
That look of surprise moved across Grant’s face again, but he managed to quell it long enough to take my hand and shake.
It would have been pushing things to say there was a tingle of electricity, or that my life flashed before my eyes as the rough texture of his palm grazed mine, but there was no mistaking how strong his grip was. With just the flick of his wrist, he could have broken the bones in my hand, conquered me right then and there. Instead of being alarmed by his physical mastery, I felt no sense of danger. Only wonder.
This man could crush me, I thought. But he won’t.
“A sexy, fun, cat-and-mouse chase that hooked me from page one!” —JENNIFER PROBST,
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of The Marriage Bargain
I’m a wanted jewel thief.
What’s that saying? Keep your friends close…and your husband closer.
Being married to a federal agent certainly has its perks.
1. I just love the way that man looks in a suit.
2. This way I always know what the enemy is up to.
Spending my days lifting jewels and my nights tracking the Bureau should have been a genius plan. But the closer I get to Grant Emerson, the more dangerous this feels. With two million dollars’ worth of diamonds on the line, I can’t afford to fall for my own husband.
It turns out that the only thing worse than having a mortal enemy is being married to one. Because in our game of theft and seduction, only one of us will come out on top.
Good thing a cat burglar always lands on her feet.
Honor, Book Three, MacLarens of Boundary Mountain Historical Western Romance
book of Shirleen’s never fails to draw me in and make it impossible to put down
until I devour it!”
one true love…Circle M, the family ranch. He makes it a habit of working hard
and playing harder, spending time with experienced women who know he wants
nothing more than their company. He buries the love he feels for one woman deep
inside, knowing he’ll never be the man she needs.
Pearce is a
true ranch woman, working long hours to help keep the family ranch thriving.
Feisty, funny, and reliable, she’s the girl all the single young men want—after
they’ve sewn their wild oats. Few know Emma has her heart set on one man. A man
who may never grow up enough to walk away from his wild ways and settle down.
tragedy strikes, Quinn’s right where he doesn’t want to be—as temporary foreman
of the Pearce ranch. Stepping in to fill Big Jim Pearce’s shoes isn’t easy.
Neither is keeping his feelings for Emma hidden and his hands to himself.
Honor-bound to do what is right, Quinn meets the challenge, losing Emma’s
friendship in the process.
to Quinn’s worries, something sinister is working its way through the thriving
town of Conviction. Unforeseen forces are at work. Debt builds, families lose
their ranches, and newcomers threaten to divide not only the land, but the
people—including the Pearce family.
events unfold, Quinn faces the difficult challenge of keeping his feelings for
Emma hidden and his honor intact. Doing what he believes is right couldn’t feel
all, what’s a man without honor?
Honor, book three in the MacLarens of Boundary Mountain historical western
romance series, is a full-length novel with an HEA and no cliffhanger.
“I wondered if you’d decided to quit.”
Quinn spun around. Emma stood not six feet
away, wrapped in a thin coat, her arms crossed. He took a couple steps toward
her, surprised she’d gotten so close without him knowing.
“I didn’t hear you come in.”
She walked closer, closing the distance until
they were a foot apart. She hadn’t seen the complete exhaustion on his face or
the slump of his shoulders until now. He’d been working from dawn until late
each night, doing what her pa hadn’t been able to do since Jimmy’s death. The
ranch was in better shape than ever, the ranch hands having a competence they
lacked before Quinn arrived. Even though she still felt some justification for
her actions, all she’d done was make his life harder.
Reaching up, she swiped an errant strand of
hair from his forehead. The rush of feelings when her fingers touched his skin,
caused her face to heat. She licked her lips as a pulsing sensation rushed
through her. Dropping her gaze to his eyes, her heart tripped at the intensity
of his stare. His gray-blue eyes turned stormy, the color of the night sky when
lightning ignited the heavens.
Her stomach fluttered and heart raced when he
said nothing, continuing to study her. Before she could step away, Quinn’s hand
came up, his fingers wrapping around her wrist, pulling her close.
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t try to pull away or
break her gaze. Instead, she leaned forward, almost touching his chest.
“Emma…” He breathed her name out, almost as a
She could see the vein in his neck pulse,
hear the almost desperate agony in his voice. Still, she didn’t move away.
“What is it, Quinn?”
Searching her face, he sucked in a shaky
breath, seeing trust and so much more. Lowering his head, he stopped an inch
from her mouth, wanting her to pull back, needing her to meet him.
Lifting her chin, she placed her other hand
on his chest, splaying her fingers wide. Her lips parted an instant before
Quinn’s touched them.
His actions were gentle, a mere caress before
becoming more urgent. Letting go of her wrist, he wrapped his arms around her,
aligning her body with his. Melting into him, she lifted her arms around his
neck, drawing him down on a deep sigh.
Davies writes romance—historical, contemporary, and romantic suspense. She grew
up in Southern California, attended Oregon State University, and has degrees
from San Diego State University and the University of Maryland. During the day
she provides consulting services to small and mid-sized businesses. But her
real passion is writing emotionally charged stories of flawed people who find
redemption through love and acceptance.
She now lives with her husband in a beautiful town in northern Arizona.
LIE – NOUN
AN INTENTIONALLY FALSE STATEMENT
Some days I didn’t know where the lies finished and the truth began.
It happened with one innocent lie and before I knew it I’d created a whole web
Nobody likes a liar.
What if you had to lie? To protect yourself and your child?
If those lies were revealed, I would be a shell of my former self.
Fractured into a thousand tiny pieces.
I just hoped I could be put back together.
*** WARNING ***
This book contains
scenes that readers might get upset about. This book does have a Cliffhanger.
New adult author Abigail Davies grew up in the UK with a
passion for words and story telling. Now following her dreams of writing she
can be found talking to her characters, often out loud. When she’s not writing
she’s mom to two daughters who she encourages to use their imagination as much
as they can as she believes the imagination is a magical thing. An avid reader
if Abigail is not writing a book, you can be sure that she’s reading one.
pretty. Lola’s not popular. Lola wishes she could disappear … and then one day
she does just that…For seventeen-year-old Lola Savullo, life is a struggle. Born to funky parents
who are more in than she could ever be, Lola’s dream of becoming a writer makes
her an outsider even in her own home. Bullied and despised, Lola still has the
support of her best pal Charlie and Grandma Rose.
Not only is she freakishly tall, Lola’s a big girl and when forced to wear a
bathing suit at her summer job as a camp counselor, Lola’s only escape from
deep embarrassment seems to be to literally vanish. Soon after, she discovers
the roots of her new “ability”.
Slowly, with Charlie’s help, Lola learns to control the new super power. The
possibilities are endless. Yet power can be abused, too…
When tragedy strikes, Lola must summon her inner strength, both at home and at
school. She has to stand up for herself, despite the temptations and possibilities
of her newfound super power.
A coming-of-age story that will warm the heart.
your suit on and help supervise the pool. The more eyes the better,” Justine,
the athletic, sun-kissed, twenty-one-year-old camp director ordered once we
wrangled our none-too-obedient charges off the bus. The gaggle of four to eight
year olds ran around in a loud, unruly horde as soon as their sneakered feet
hit the parking lot pavement. Counselors soon managed some semblance of
organization. Calls for straight lines and, “Hey, get back here,” reached my
group was well behaved, perhaps because I had the fewest kids—only six of them
and most, thank God, were girls.
Justine was beside me, glaring. “Didn’t you hear me?”
looking at her, I shook my head no.
But I had heard her, loud and clear, except I wanted desperately to push her
words away, hoping she’d recant and it would be business as usual.
Suit. On,” she said again and this time, my heart took off in a sprint.
I tried to hide the wobble in my voice. It was my job to watch the kids who
weren’t swimming—the ones who’d left their suits at home or didn’t feel well.
expectant gazes turned to my way as fellow counselors waited with evil
half-grins, for my reaction. Although no one, except my best friend Charlie,
knew how I felt about wearing a bathing suit, I realized my co-workers had to
be aware of my private horror, because it was the horror of every fat girl.
as she flipped through the sheets on her clipboard, running a finger down the
column of names. “No campers are sitting out today, Lola, so you have to help
supervise the pool.”
impossible had just happened. In my three summers as a counselor, there had
always been at least one measly kid
who didn’t swim on pool day.
long, awkward moment, I stood frozen in place. How could I get out of this? A
sudden migraine? My period? I tried to speak, but nothing came out except a
tiny, almost inaudible, moan.
rolled her eyes and walked away, taking my chance for escape with her. I
searched through my bag for my black one-piece, barely able to see a thing
through my tear-blurred eyes. Somehow, I managed to stuff away the panic and
gather the nerve to march past my co-workers, who I’d never thought of as
friends, despite working with them summer after summer.
the dank change room, I entered an empty stall and locked the door with shaky
fingers. I was sweating from both the heat and anxiety. The stench of my panic
filled my nostrils as I felt around in my bag for a stick of deodorant, though
I knew full well, I wouldn’t find one. With a sigh, I stretched my suit over
sweat-slicked skin, wriggling and struggling to pull it up past wide hips and a
escaped me. Not only was I fat, I was freakishly tall. God only knew why, since
Mom was petite and Dad was on the short side. My older sister, Eva, was the
spitting image of Mom, fair and fine boned. Apparently, I took after Dad’s
side—bulky, dark, and thick. I must have gotten some of Uncle Sammy’s genes,
the giant of the family, who topped out at six foot five.
down at the coarse dark hair creeping up my calves to just past my knees, where
it gradually petered out. My insides dropped as if I’d placed a foot on a step
that wasn’t there. I ran a hand across the tops of my thighs. The triple bulge
of my belly prevented a good look at what my hand told me was a sorely
neglected bikini area. There had never been a reason to shave. Even in the
blazing August heat, I wore baggy cotton Capri pants, never exposing more than
pulsed with an ache to cry and my eyes misted again. I swallowed my distress
and pinched away tears. It would be torturous enough to step out of the change
room looking like this, but I wouldn’t give the other counselors the
satisfaction of watching me have a meltdown. I lifted my chin in resolve and
opened the door. As I peeked out, I spied a line of girls jumping with excitement
and a few harried counselors corralling them to the exit.
Jeanne Bannon has worked in the publishing industry for over twenty years, first as a freelance journalist, then as an in-house editor for LexisNexis Canada. She currently works as a freelance editor and writer.
When not reading or writing, Jeanne enjoys spending time with her daughters, Nina and Sara and her husband, David. She’s also the proud mother of two fur babies, a cuddly and affectionate Boston Terrier named Lila and Spencer, a rambunctious tabby, who can be a very bad boy.
Lauren and Champ have a life set up, ready to settle down together as a unit. But with Christmas around the corner, and danger lurking in the background, will Christmas be one to celebrate? Or will heartbreak and despair take over?
A Mafia drug lord is making himself known to small MC club, LA Rebels. But with not enough man power to handle such a fuck up, will the Crusaders cruise in to save the day?
The turn of events isn’t what Lauren expected, she’s frustrated with lack of communication between her and her man, will she stay with Champ or will she finally give in and walk away? Will she be able to cope with the devastation that is upon them?
*** WARNING ***
18+ only, sexual content and graphic violence present in this novella.
Lucii is a your typical British girl, hates the sun and hibernates when summer arrives! She lives at home with her 3 year old daughter, where they spend the day watching Frozen and playing playdoh.
She started off as a regular person, job, home life, health issues and a love of reading. After reading the Fifty shade phenomenon, she went onto social media to seek other authors writing the same or similar genres. She entered a world she didn’t know existed and went to open a successful blog.
Inspiring dreams took a back burner, while she learned the book community and met a bunch of amazing authors and readers alike.
A year later she decided to start writing, hoping against hope that her friends and fellow readers will like what she brings to the table.
Title: The Exhibitionist Author: Tara Sue Me Publisher/Year: Penguin Group Publishing 11/3/15 Length: 304 pages Series: Submissive #6
How far can a true submissive romance go? Abby and Nathaniel push their limits as the New York Times bestselling Submissive Series continues.…
She’s ready for even more.…
When Abby West discovered her submissive desires, she felt like she was born anew. But lately, her Dominant husband hasn’t been the demanding Master who once fulfilled her every passion. Abby begins to crave something else—and to wonder if Nathaniel can still push her past her boundaries to the places she craves.
Nathaniel knows that Abby belongs to him completely, but even he can’t ignore the pleasure on her face as they get to know their new BDSM group. They’ve invited Nathaniel to guide their group to a new level, and he’s promised to show them the way, even as he recommits to fulfilling his beautiful submissive wife’s every desire. Only this time, uncovering her sexual limits may also expose their relationship to more conflict than it can withstand.…
I love this series and i love that even though there’s the spin-off, we still get to stick with this couple that’s so amazing and in it for the long haul. What’s really nice about what our author does with them, is that she makes them REAL. Totally completely real. there are struggles with them that are normal, there’s concerns of things getting stagnant and expected – there are everyday struggles that we can relate to and that’s something that you don’t always see in writing.
Throughout this 6th installment to the series, we’re seeing that Abby has this ‘need’ of sorts that is coming out more and more. She’s fully consumed with the BDSM lifestyle, but there are facets that intrigue her more. Being watched, doing things in public really seem to turn her on, and Nathaniel is afraid that it means that HE’s not enough. It’s one of the few times that we see him really doubting himself and it’s nice. He’s all powerful and authoritative in all else that he does so this is nice.
The other bits of this story is that we’re seeing further growth and development between the other couples in the Partners in Play group and that’s nice. We’ve already gotten to see 2 full stories of those couples and it’s nice to see the lead in to yet another with Cole and Sasha. I feel like there is so much to be seen about how each dom has their own style that it’s going to make for great reading.
Back to Abby and Nathaniel though, it’s nice to see how they are growing, 10 years in, and how their lifestyle is still really important to who they are. There are challenges – other people in the mix, Charlene specifically in relation to how Abby feels w/ Nathantiel’s employee, and that all shakes out in an interesting way.
True to form, we get some AMAZING scening with these couples. It’s not even about how elaborate the scene is really – it’s about how clear the connection is that’s written between them all that i can’t get enough of. It’s hot, there’s chemistry leaping off the pages and it’s something that i feel i’ll never get enough of. On that note – i can’t wait until the next installment which i believe is coming in a few weeks. Happy friday all!