Monday, October 23, 2017

Series Spotlight: Indiscretion Series by Elisabeth Grace




I read this series before I started this whole reviewer/blogging endeavor so I never did a formal review of this series. To say that I liked it, is an understatement. I devoured each volume and then waited in agony for the next one to be released. I'm jealous of anyone who will be reading them all at once!

Only minutes after meeting in NYC, Chloe and Max have hot sex in a club VIP room. Chloe is not one to do something so brazen, so she leaves a little embarrassed and thinking that she will never see him again. But SURPRISE! Max shows up in her hometown and what was only supposed to be one hot night, turns into a secret summer romance. Why a "secret" summer romance? Well you will just have to read it to find out.

I love Chloe and Max as a couple. Chloe is a very "by the rules" kind of person. She took on the responsibly of raising her younger sister when she was still young, so she feels she has to follow the rules in order to not only be a good role model, but because that's what people expect of her. Max is the one person who can convince to let loose and be herself.

I LOVE Max. He even made it on to my book boyfriend list: Kimmy's Book Boyfriend List - Part 3. He's sweet, caring, smart, good looking, successful and not afraid to get all Alpha in the bedroom:
“You tell me what you want from me, and I’ll always deliver, baby.” His voice was raw, and I realized that he did want me as badly as I wanted him, he was just better at controlling it. And then suddenly, his hands were gone from inside me.
 “Max!” I whipped my head from side to side to get a read on him, but it was no use—I couldn’t see him anywhere. Out of nowhere, his arms wrapped around either side of me, and he rubbed massage oil all over my front. His hands slid easily between me and the table, and in a minute I was covered front and back with the oil.
He grabbed the fabric strung between my two wrists, pulling back on it so I slid further down the table a bit and his hard cock penetrated my core. He was fully seated inside of me as I let out a startled cry, but he took no mercy on me, using my bound wrists to slide me up and down the table while he slammed in and out of me.
The nerve endings inside me were on fire, sending mini shockwaves of bliss out to the rest of my body. The friction on my nipples as I moved up and down the table was almost as intense as the feel of his hard shaft breaching me.
Sounds of Max’s labored breathing and the slapping out of our bodies as they joined together in ecstasy filled the room. I’d never heard a more beautiful chorus.”

Hot right? And there is so much more to that scene too. Get the cold shower ready!!

Can we talk about the book covers for second? I don't know who the models are but they are extremely good looking and I found myself starting at them a lot. Volume 4 is my favorite. Just look at the way they are looking at each other! **Kimmy fans herself.**

Keep reading to find a synopsis of each volume, amazon buy links and where you can find Elisabeth on the web. And after you read these amazing books, don't be afraid to tell her how much you loved them! Elisabeth is a sweetheart and loves to hear from her readers!





And because I love them so much, here's a little throwback to the old covers!! 







F*ck and chuck. Pump and dump. Hit it and quit it. One night stand. Didn’t matter how I branded it—that’s all she'd wanted it to be. That much was clear when she left me with my pants down and my dick still out.

What she hadn’t counted on was fate intervening and our worlds colliding—again.

The day I showed back up in the life of Chloe Griffins, I knew I had to have her again. My body was hungry for another taste. Like an addict, I’d been craving another hit for months, and there she was—flesh and bone, tits and ass.

The fact that she worked for the competition should’ve been reason enough for me to leave her alone. I had a job to do that summer and f*cking Chloe wasn’t part of it. But I was like a man possessed.

I’d do whatever it took to have her again.



Fraternizing with the competition? Check.

Risking everything I’d worked so hard for? Check.

Mind-shattering orgasms? Double check.

Max Richfield made me forget myself. Forget all the reasons why I'd chosen to be alone for so long. I had goals. I needed stability. He brought chaos. I’d taken years erecting my walls. And with good reason, I would soon discover.

Now my inability to see beyond Max’s charm could cost me everything.



A summer of f*ck buddies? Something to take the edge off? I was down.

But when Chloe shows up at my hotel door, wanting to rip my head off, rather than give me head--I cared. A lot. Too much, in fact.

This is turning into more. And I can't do more.

Like the ink under my skin she's becoming permanent. Enduring. Immovable.

Was I ready to let her go though?

Not a f*cking chance.



The image was seared into my mind. Imprinted. Emblazoned. Etched.

Did I blame him for what I saw? Or myself, for allowing him the ability to cause the pain coursing through me?

Betrayal was a weapon that cut to the core—the ‘what ifs’ the infection that festered in the wound.

I’d thought we’d had roadblocks thrown in front of us before. Damn. Those would have seemed like mere speed bumps if I’d seen what was coming…

Little did I know that what was headed our way would prove to be the biggest test of all—putting impossible choices in front of us. None of which seemed to lead to a happy ending in which the two of us were together.





USA Today Bestselling author, Elisabeth Grace, has a hot spot for alpha males and a soft spot for happily ever afters. She lives outside of Toronto, Canada with her husband, two small children, and killer cat. Her theory is that Satan himself spawned the white furball. She's almost always eaten a chocolate bar before 10am (don't judge) and has a mild, but healthy obsession with model David Gandy. ;)

If you're a lover of romance novels, hot sex in obscure places, alpha males, and a little LOL on the side than you may enjoy her work! She LOVES talking with fellow readers about books! If you're the same she encourages you to reach out to her via one of her social media links!

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Friday, October 20, 2017

COVER REVEAL: Follow by Tessa Bailey


He wants her soul. Too bad she already sold it.

Family is everything to gambling den darling, Teresa Valentini. Blood comes first, especially before men. So when her brother lands himself in hot water, she’s willing to do whatever it takes to save him. And showing up topless in her unwitting savior’s motel room is turning out to be the furthest thing from a hardship…

Will Caruso is the bad boy of New York’s financial scene…and he just found out the very thing that drives his success is a damn lie. Now, he’s exchanged his high-stress life for the open road, no one but his Great Dane…and half a million Instagram followers to keep him company. When a mysterious beauty arrives, her secrecy prods his suspicions, even while she tempts his lust to the breaking point.


Teresa met Will under false pretenses, but the bond consuming them is real. They’re strong enough to overcome a little betrayal…aren’t they?





EXCERPT

Tits. There are tits in my room. Really fucking nice ones. 

I’m so distracted by their unexpected appearance—any red- blooded man with working testicles would be—that I don’t take in their owner right away. And all the other equally amazing shit that’s going on. The sexy brunette has one foot propped on my bed, her hands paused on her calf where she’s been applying lotion, before I so rudely interrupted her by walking into my own room.

A gruff bark from Southpaw prompts me to double check the door. But I do it fast—we’re in the right place—because as I mentioned, there’s a really fucking nice pair of tits in my room. Sue me for wanting to memorize the shape and color of her tight, rosy nipples before she screams and covers herself.

Which she doesn’t exactly seem inclined to do.
 “Can we help you?”
 Up until now, a big waterfall of dark hair has been hiding the woman’s face from me. But at my greeting, she tosses that thick mane back...and reveals features that accomplish the impossible. It nudges her tits into second place for most incredible body part in the room.

Hearing male voices approach in the hallway, I kick the door shut, surprised by the fact that I already don’t want anyone else looking at her. “You going to tell me why you’re in my room, woman? Or just stand there looking hot?”








Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. 
Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention. 

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of ten years and six-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.


Thursday, October 19, 2017

BLOG TOUR: Maverick by Karina Halle


Maverick by Karina Halle 
Release Date: October 17th 
Genre: Contemporary Romance


Maverick, an all-new contemporary STANDALONE by New York Times Bestselling author Karina Halle is LIVE!!!

Maverick is a complete standalone novel and the second book about the rough and rugged Nelson brothers. Get ready for one wild alpha mountain man - Canada's never felt so hot!

Forget playing it safe.

John “Maverick” Nelson likes to live his life on the edge – literally. A crucial member of the search and rescue team in the mountainous British Columbian town of North Ridge, Maverick’s brash and bold attitude means he’s the first one to ascend into danger, no matter the risk.

When it comes to women, though, Maverick errs on the side of caution. For all his cocky charm, rugged good looks and sexual swagger, he remains as unreachable as the surrounding peaks. Hot, wild sex? He’ll tell you there’s no better way to spend a cold, wintry night. Relationships? He’d rather freeze.

That is until he lays his eyes on American Riley Clarke. Trading in the crippling expenses of Aspen for BC, Riley is North Ridge’s newest member of their search and rescue team and the only woman on the job, which means spending a lot of time with Mav in adrenaline-pumping situations.

With the chemistry between them hot enough to melt snow, keeping their hands off each other is detriment to the success of their team. Besides, Maverick’s her boss and she didn’t work her ass off in Colorado just to throw it all away for some mind-blowing sex.

But when the worst winter in years sweeps in, Riley and Maverick will have to battle the elements along with their attraction for each other. And if either of them slip up, both of them will be in for a deep freeze.


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Meet Karina
Karina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and The New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of The Pact, Love, in English, The Artists Trilogy, Dirty Angels and over 20 other wild and romantic reads. She lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books. Halle is represented by the Root Literary and is both self-published and published by Simon & Schuster and Hachette in North America and in the UK.


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EXCERPT REVEAL: A Little Too Late by Staci Hart

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A Little Too Late, an all-new romantic standalone from Staci Hart is coming October 24th!


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A Little Too Late by Staci Hart
Publishing Date: October 24th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the nanny.

When my wife left, she took the illusion of happiness with her, and I've been caught in a free fall ever since. For nine long months, I've been fighting to figure out how to be a single dad, how to be alone.

For nine long months, I've been failing.

When Hannah walked through the door, I took my first breath since I'd found myself on my own. She slipped into our lives effortlessly, showing me what I've been missing all these years. Because Hannah made me smile when I thought I'd packed the notion of happiness away with my wedding album.

She was only supposed to be the nanny, but she's so much more.

The day my wife left should have been the worst day of my life, but it wasn't. It was when Hannah walked away, taking my heart with her.


EXCERPT

Hannah

The first time I saw Charlie Parker, I didn’t see one thing at a time; I saw all of him. It was an assault on my senses, an overwhelming tide of awareness, and for a moment, the details came to me in flashes over what was probably only a few seconds but felt so much longer.

His hair was blond and gently mussed, his face long and nose elegant. I could smell him, clean and fresh with just a touch of spice I couldn’t place. I tipped my chin up—he was tall, taller than me, and I hovered just at six feet—and met his eyes, earthy and brown and so deep. So very deep.

And then he smiled.

He was handsome when he wasn’t smiling. He was stunning when he was.

I was so lost in that smile, I didn’t register the flying gob until it whapped against my sweater. Tiny splatters of something cold speckled my neck.

This was the moment the clock started again, and the sweet serenity slipped directly into chaos.

A blond little boy looked up at me from his father’s side with a devilish gleam in his dark eyes. The spoon in his hand was covered in blood-red jam and aimed at me like an empty catapult.

Several things happened at once. Charlie’s face morphed into embarrassed frustration as he reached for who I presumed to be his son. The boy—Sam, I guessed from the names I’d been given by the agency—spun around lightning fast and took off down the hallway, giggling. Another child began to cry from somewhere back in the house, and a bowl clattered to the ground, followed by a hissed swear from what sounded like an older woman.

I glanced down at the sliding, sticky mess against my white sweater and started to laugh.

Charlie’s head swiveled back to me, his face first colored with confusion, then in horror as he looked at the Pollock painting on my sweater.

“Oh my God,” he breathed, his apologetic, wide eyes dragging down my body. “Jesus, I am so sorry.”

I was still laughing, almost a little hysterical. I couldn’t even tell you why.

I waved a hand at Charlie, and he took my elbow, guiding me into the house as I caught my breath. Another crash came from the kitchen, and a little girl came toddling out into the entry, leaving powdery footprints on the hardwood.

Charlie’s face screwed up. “Sam!” he called, stretching the word, a drawn-out promise of consequences.

A riot of giggling broke out in the kitchen.

We both snapped into motion. I followed him as he scooped up his crying daughter and stormed toward the kitchen. The little girl watched me over his shoulder with big brown eyes, her breath hitching in little shudders and her small finger hooked in her mouth.

Charlie stopped so abruptly, I almost ran into him.

When I looked around him and into the kitchen, my mouth opened. I covered it with my fingers as laughter bubbled up my throat.

A bag of flour sat in the middle of the floor, the white powder thrown in bursts against the surrounding surfaces and hanging in the air like smoke. The floor next to the bag was the only clean spot, shaped like a small bottom—the little girl’s, I supposed. A bowl lay upside down, its contents oozing from under the rim and slung in a ring from ceiling to cabinet to floor, as if it had completed a masterful flip on its way to its demise. And in the center of the madness stood an older woman with flour in her dark hair and dusted down the front of her. Clutched under her arm was a wriggling Sam, offending spoon still in hand.

Her face was kind but tight with exasperation. “Please tell me this is the new nanny,” she said flatly.

“I doubt we could convince her to stay at this point,” he said with equal flatness.



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Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

RELEASE BLITZ & 5 STAR REVIEW: The Vault, Vol 1

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The Vault:  (Volume One) is NOW LIVE!!!


Grab this Sinfully Sexy Collection TODAY!


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What happens when you lock 22 authors in a vault and don’t let them come out until they’ve finished their books?


You get one sinfully sexy collection.


Sweet.
Devilish.
Dangerous.
Romantic.
Raw.
Funny.
Dark.
Powerful.
Unforgettable.


See what awaits you inside The Vault.


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AUTHORS & TITLES


A.D. Justice: Warning
A.M. Hargrove: For The Love of My Sexy Geek
Aleatha Romig: Unconventional
C.A. Harms: Raw
Gina Whitney: Stilettos and Broken Bottles
Hilary Storm: Ridin’ Dirty
Katherine Rhodes: Innuendo
Kate Benson: Redemption
Kathy Coopmans: Parole
Katie Ashley: The Plan
Liv Morris: Sweet Seconds
M.C. Cerny: Declan's Demand
M. Stratton: In His Arms
Michelle Dare: Uncuffed
MJ Fields: Terzetto
Nina Levine: Risk
S. Moose Author: Adjusting the Deal
S.D. Hildreth: Mister Prick
T.K. Leigh: Inferno
Terri E. Laine: Honey
Tia Louise: Sundown
Toni Aleo: Not The One


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For more information on each title click HERE: http://bzfd.it/2gnKb8D




I never believed in fate. That was something for the dreamers, the romantics, not someone as practical and pragmatic as I.

Fate had nothing to do with me walking in on my soon-to-be husband in a compromising position with his secretary.

Fate had nothing to do with me hopping on a plane to Rome, effectively standing up my former fiancé on our wedding day.

And fate certainly had nothing to do with the handsome stranger sitting across the aisle from me, one who would open my mind and heart to things I never thought possible.

Because if fate is real, if fate is pulling the strings, if fate is in charge of each person’s destiny, she’s cruel and unforgiving.

Why would fate want me to experience a connection as I never had in my life, only to remind me it’s fleeting?

Why would fate give me everything I never knew I always wanted?

Why would fate let me have a taste, then crush those dreams?

He could never be mine.
I could never be his.
And his deception may just be my breaking point.
 





My Review

I received an advanced copy of Inferno from the author with the promise of an honest review.


You can't see me right now but I am shaking my fists at T.K. Seriously, the woman loves to drop the big reveal right at the end of a book. Spoiler: If you're not a fan of a cliffhanger, wait until all the parts of this story are out. 

Ellie has just run out on her wedding. She cannot get married and live the life her family wants for her, so she hops on a plane to Italy. While on the plane she meets a very attractive Italian man. They strike up a conversation that is littered with innuendo, but part ways at the airport. So imagine Ellie's surprise when she runs into the same man when she goes out to dinner on her first night in Italy. From that moment on, Ellie's vacation is something out of a dream and too good to be true. And maybe it is. 

THAT ENDING!  GAHHHHHHH! SO. MANY. QUESTIONS. 

This book is so freaking HOT. Dante helps Ellie let loose sexually, and while this is a novella, there is no shortage of sexy scenes. And when I say sexy scenes, I mean scenes what will make you need a cold shower! I'm looking forward to the next part of the story and hopefully we will get some answers!!