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You know what they say about family.
Blood is thicker than water.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
A house divided cannot stand.
Margie is the keeper of her family’s secrets.
Six sisters and one brother.
Billions in assets.
Generations of malfeasance.
And one heartbreaking secret kept by three people.
Her father, Declan.
And Drew—the man she loves.
You know what they say about secrets.
Three can keep them if two are Drazens.
There's never been a Drazen who went down without a fight. And there's never been one who didn't fight for love.
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Excerpt:“Drew?” I said into the darkness. “Indiana Andrew McCaffrey, stop fucking with me. I’m in no mood.” My eyes adjusted. I stepped farther in, letting my hand drift over the counter edge. They’d changed it to cheap flipper granite. The cabinets were presswood veneer. But still, I touched them as if they were original Douglas fir and my name was Cin. “Margaret.” His voice didn’t surprise me. I didn’t jump ten feet or stiffen with shock when I saw his silhouette against the doorframe. Hearing him was a relief. The binds keeping my shit together weren’t unknotted completely, but they loosened. I hadn’t felt tense in a long time because I was so used to being in a state of taut readiness. “Indy.” His stage name came from my lips without a thought. “I’m glad you came.” Sixteen years, and he was glad I came. Fuck him.
About CD ReissCD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels. She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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Heavy Equipment, an all new novella from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren, is playing now, only on the Read Me Romance Podcast!
I've been raised as the good, obedient daughter, but I never expected to be sold to pay my father's debts.
Cold. Rough. Merciless.
The foreman of the construction crew is going to make me pay every last cent.
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About Skye WarrenSkye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.
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Series: Satan's Fury MC - Memphis Chapter Book 3
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 13, 2018
“With so many shocking surprises and twists I flew through this book reading it all in one sitting. Something about L. Wilder's deliciously sexy bikers gets me every time.” ~Britt Red Hatter Book Blog
“L. Wilder always gives us the most amazing MC stories. I haven't read a single book of hers that didn't Capture my attention.” ~Shelia's Book Corner
“L. Wilder has a talent for spinning a magnificent story, and Riggs was no exception. I loved the dynamic between these two characters, and it was awesome to see the original Fury brothers return!” ~Book Club Gone Wrong
I was all about getting in. Getting out.
No feelings. No expectations.
No complications … until her.
After just one night, Reece Winters had me thinking of white picket fences and station wagons, but I let my pride get come between us and she walked away.
Trouble was on the horizon.
It was only a matter of time before it came knocking at our door. The club was planning for it. Ready for it. Prepared for it, and so was I.
I wasn’t prepared for fate to bring her back into my life, and I certainly wasn’t prepared for the secrets that she brought with her- secrets that would connect us in ways I couldn’t begin to imagine.
Secrets that could destroy us all.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but unlike the other guys, there’s no great story behind my road name.” I let out a deep breath as I continued, “My brothers started calling me Riggs when they saw all the different hard drives, network boards, and other gadgets I used for hacking. At first, they wanted to know how it all worked, but none of them really understood what I was talking about, much less what I was doing with them. Eventually, they’d just tell me to ‘rig’ up something to get us out of a bind, and when I did, they started calling me Riggs.”
“If you ask me, I think it’s a great name and a great story behind it … but if it’s all the same to you, I’m just going to keep calling you Jackson.”
“Baby, you can call me anything you want.”
She giggled as she asked, “What about pumpkin or sweet cheeks?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of stud or sexy beast.”
“Oh, I could definitely get behind stud muffin.” She giggled.
“Or we could just stick with Jackson. Whatever you think.”
“I’ll tell you what, you can call me whatever you want, but be prepared for me to do the same for you, sugarplum.”
She cringed as she said, “Oh God no! Sugarplum is just bad. Really, really bad.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Give me some time. I’ll come up with something.”
“Um-hmm, I’m sure you will.” She laughed. “Just try to steer away from anything that starts with sugar.”
“I’ll do my best.”
When I glanced over at her and saw the smile on her face, I couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful. Reece was my kind of perfect, and I’d known it from the first moment I laid eyes on her. I could search the world over and I’d never find anyone who could compare to Reece, who could make my life so utterly complete, and I had every intention of holding on to her. If ever I’d done anything right in my life, it was giving my heart to Reece Winters.
Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.
Riggs: Satan's Fury MC- Memphis Chapter by L. Wilder
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This series just keeps getting better and better. The excitement will have you on the edge of your seat. Riggs and Reece are great characters who you immediately fall in love with.
After a weekend together they are both still on each other’s minds years later. When their paths cross this time there is no turning back and their explosive story takes off. It’s sexy, exciting and the authors writing is wonderful. This is a definite must read.
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DIRTY SEXY GAMES (Dirty Games Book 2) by Laurelin Paige
Release Date: November 6th Genre: Contemporary Romance Cover Designer: Laurelin Paige & Tom Barnes
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BLURB The conclusion of the surprising love story begun in Dirty Sexy Player.
I didn't have a plan for him.
He was the means to an end, a workaround to the cruel terms of my father's will that would allow me to inherit his company.
I hadn't planned to fall for him.
I hadn't planned to enjoy every minute of our wedding, hadn't planned to gasp his name so many times that night, hadn't planned for the sexy games on our honeymoon.
He didn't plan for his secrets to come out.
And neither of us planned for heartbreak.
As soon as we were in our suite, the bomb exploded, the bomb being Elizabeth. “We’re alone now, so just tell me straight. You knew I was always going to France. If you wanted to be with me, you had to know it would involve living there. Is that not something you’ll even consider? Is it Sabrina? Is it Reach? Is it Donovan? Because if it’s fucking Donovan who’s keeping you from—”
I grabbed her hands, which were flying in midair as she yelled, and pulled them behind her back at her waist as I cut her off with a searing kiss, my tongue plunging into her open mouth, robbing her of oxygen.
When she was thoroughly kissed, her lips pliable, her body sagging in my arms, I let her go.
“I’m tired, Elizabeth. I’m not discussing fucking anything tonight.” I took off my tuxedo jacket and threw it on the desk. Then I began working on my cufflinks. “What I think we both need now is to release some tension.”
Her spine straightened, her neck growing longer as she stared at me in shock. “You think we’re going to have sex now?”
I loved how she made it sound disgusting, like she wasn’t interested, even when I’d just been kissing her and had felt the lean in her body, had tasted the desire in her mouth.
Two could play the indifference game.
I shrugged. “I’m fucking someone tonight. If you want it to be you, you better take off your dress.”
Her mouth slammed shut, and she only seemed to consider it for two seconds before she was fumbling with the zipper at her back. She struggled with it, but I didn’t help her. It made me stiff to watch her frantically trying to strip down, just because I told her to. Just because she thought I might find a better offer if she didn’t.
Like there was a better offer than her.
Like there was anyone but her.
I didn’t take my eyes off her as I unbuttoned my vest and tossed it to the side with my jacket. I’d loosened my tie by the time she got her dress undone. It fell to the floor and she was left wearing a strapless corseted bra, one that had a low back so it couldn’t be seen with her dress on, and matching lace panties—both in a white ivory so virginal and bridal it seemed dirty.
Jesus, she was a fucking wet dream.
And she was my wife.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR With over 1.7 million books sold world wide, Laurelin Paige is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author. She is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.
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Pucked Love, the final sexy and emotional standalone in the NYT bestselling Pucked Series from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting, is available NOW!
As an NHL player, relationships haven’t been my thing. Shrouded in secrecy and speculation, they never last very long. But then that’s what happens when you require an NDA before the first date.
Until Charlene. She’s like a firefly. She’s elusive, and if you catch her she’ll burn bright, but keeping her trapped dulls her fire and dims her beauty.
I caught her. And as much as I might want to keep her, I’ll never put the lid on her jar. Not at the risk of losing her. So I've let her set the rules in our relationship.
But as long hidden secrets expose us both, I discover exactly how fragile Charlene is, and how much I need her.
We’re all broken. We’re all messed up. Some more than others. Me more than most.
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Excerpt:You’re turning twenty-six. It’s your champagne birthday, so we need to do something fun.” Violet bounces, making her boobs shake and my mimosa slosh perilously. “It should be themed! We can all wear leather chaps!” “Could you be any more cliché?” I roll my eyes. “Just to be clear, Darren doesn’t own chaps.” “Just a ball gag and a mask with no eye holes, according to Alex.” And we’re back to my sex life. I knew I was getting off so easy. I wonder if Darren is catching this kind of heat today. I seriously doubt it’s worse than what I’m getting since I don’t think his friends are likely to push his buttons, but I’ll have to ask when I speak to him next. I’m not sure when that will be, either. The message I sent about Gertrude was pretty straightforward and doesn’t necessarily require a response. Maybe I should’ve worded it differently. Sunny raises her hand, like we’re all still in middle school and she’s waiting her turn to speak. “Wouldn’t a mask with no eyeholes be dangerous? You wouldn’t be able to see where you’re going.” Her eyes widen, and she looks around the room. “And what’s a ball gag?” I honestly love that Sunny has grown up in this highly overinformed society and still manages to be innocent. “Yeah, Char, wouldn’t a mask with no eyeholes be dangerous?” Violet props her fist on her chin and smiles. “And please, do explain what a ball gag is.” “I’m not sure you really want the answer to that, Sunny.” Poppy gives me a look I can’t quite decipher. Sunny twirls her hair around her finger. “Why not?” “Where’s the harm in a little bondage-sex education? It’s not like Miller’s ever going to go out and buy either item for her. First of all, Alex would murder him, and secondly, I don’t think that’s Miller’s thing.” Sunny’s face lights up, and she does jazz hands. “Oh! I think I know what Miller’s thing is!” Lily grins. “Eating your cookie?” “He really likes to do that, a lot. When my belly gets too big I’ll have to watch from the mirror.” She gets a faraway look in her eyes. “But he has another thing! Kind of like how you and Randy are always getting it on in bathrooms, except I think it’s a bit more sanitary.” “And it doesn’t cause thousands of dollars of damage,” Violet adds. Lily throws her hands up in the air. “That sink was already falling off the wall. It’s not my fault it broke!” “That was one expensive orgasm,” I say. “And Randy says it was worth every penny.” Lily’s smile is devious as she bites her knuckle, then turns to Sunny. “Anyway, back to Miller’s thing.” Sunny wiggles around excitedly in her chair. “So Miller paints my toenails for me.” “Miller’s thing is painting your toenails?” “Yes. Well, no. I think he likes my toes.” Her fingers go to her lips, and she looks around the room, her cheeks flushing. “Say what now?” Violet asks. ”Sometimes he kisses them.” She covers her mouth with her palm and says something unintelligible. Violet sits forward in her chair. “Hold on a second, does Buck have a foot fetish?” “Um, I don’t know.” Sunny looks worried now. “Is that weird? Is it, like, mask with no eyeholes kind of weird?”
About Helena HuntingNew York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Helena Hunting lives outside of Toronto with her amazing family and her two awesome cats, who think the best place to sleep is her keyboard. Helena writes everything from contemporary romance with all the feels to romantic comedies that will have you laughing until you cry.
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Pucked Love by Helena Hunting
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Five Firefly Stars!
Y’all this is so cute and funny. Darren , Charlene and the rest of the Pucked crew will have you busting a guy laughing. These characters are so much fun and I love the whole light heartiness of them.
Darren and Charlene are a great couple who you immediately route for. They are both broken and complete messes. That’s why they are made for each other. As I’m sad to see this wonderful story end, I am so glad that this author shared her words with us. This has been one of my favorite series and I’ve loved every word of it. You’ll definitely want to check out Darren and Charlene’s story it’s fabulous!
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The Binding of the Halo Saga
by Shea Swain
Genre: Paranormal NA Romance
Can you resist the man you love to keep him safe when he persistently purses you?
If being with the woman you love means you suffering, experiencing pain, and your possible death .. do you brave it all for love?
Witness Cianne's and Tristan's journey to love. Experience the unpredictable path of their lives as they struggle with loss, betrayal, and the supernatural.
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Shea is a woman in love with the idea of love so it's no wonder she writes romance novels. The East Coast native is a romantic to her core and reads and watches anything with a love story. She also enjoys binge watching ID Discovery Channel and anime.
She started writing her first book at her desk while at work. That first story she named The Binding of the Halo. Shea builds on that story and it was released as a four-book series about ten years later.
Shea enjoys meeting people and chatting, collecting Barbie dolls, toys, and is addicted to The Sims games. She also loves music and has mentioned that she writes better when she has movie scores playing as white noise in the background. Shea writes multi-ethnic, multi-genre adult romance.
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Confessions: The Princess, The Prick, and The Priest, a fun, flirty story in the contemporary MMM Confessions Series from USA Today bestselling author Ella Frank is available NOW!
Everyone said our love wouldn’t work.
That it was too hard, too complicated, too messy.
Oh how I enjoy proving everyone wrong.
My men are smart, sexy, sophisticated--
and most of all, crazy about me.
The only problem is trying to explain
that to my big, opinionated Italian family.
But after all we’ve been through, we deserve a
happily ever after. And if there’s one
thing I know about my guys, they always
manage to have a few surprises up their sleeves.
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I’m not sure why everyone dreads their thirties.
As far as I’m concerned, it’s going to be
the best decade ever ~ RobbieSix Months Later… “LOVERS, I’M HOME,” Robbie Bianchi called out to his boyfriends, as he juggled several shopping bags in one hand and kicked the front door shut behind him. He stuffed his car keys into the pocket of his shorts, and as he evened out what he was carrying, he took the stairs that led him up to the first floor of their new home. With the same smile on his face that he’d left with that morning, Robbie headed across the hardwood floors past the dining room, and into the kitchen, where he spotted a note waiting for him: We’re upstairs, princesse. Come find us when you get home. Robbie grinned at the messy crown drawn above the i in princesse, but then quickly did as he was told. With one hand on the steel rail, he took the stairs two at a time, and as he reached the second floor where the bedroom was located, he walked inside to find it empty except for the fish swimming around the tank that lined the wall facing their bed. Dropping his shopping bags on the end of the mattress, Robbie headed up to the final floor, where he knew his men were waiting for him. He opened up the glass door that led to the penthouse deck, and when he stepped outside and the warm rays washed over him, Robbie took in a breath of fresh air. Ah, he’d always loved summer. Everything about it. The sun, the smell of the freshly cut grass, and the clothes--or lack thereof—Robbie thought, as he reached for the edge of his white tank top and drew it over his head. As he tucked it into the back of his shorts, Robbie scanned the wide deck, his eyes roaming over the wooden slat floor, the hot tub over in the corner, and the glistening water of the lap pool surrounded by the potted greenery bordering their rooftop oasis. This space had been the final selling point with all three of them when they’d made the decision to leave the condo after what had happened there with Jimmy. It was the perfect place for Julien to relax and do his yoga, for Priest, who loved a good soak to clear his mind, and for Robbie, for whom it was all about the calm he got from finally seeing his men happy and at peace. And that was exactly how he found one of them right now. There, stretched out on one of the sun loungers, was the brand-new reason that Robbie loved summer—an almost-naked Julien Thornton. Dressed in tight, black, barely there swim shorts that left little--okay, nothing—to the imagination, the only other thing Julien was wearing was a pair of Aviator sunglasses. His rich, olive-colored skin was glistening with water droplets as he lay sprawled out with his hands behind his head, and oh my God was he a feast for the eyes. As Robbie walked to the end of the lounger, his eyes roamed up Julien’s toned legs to his muscular thighs, and ended at the bulge that tight material was cupping like a glove. Oh yes, this was hands down the best part about summer now, and luckily for Robbie and Priest, tanning was a favorite pastime of their seriously sexy Frenchman. “Bonjour, princesse.” Julien’s honey-toned voice wrapped around Robbie, informing him that he’d been caught staring. But he didn’t care—not one little bit. “One second, please. I’m concentrating here,”Robbie said, his gaze trailing up all he could see to finally land on Julien’s face. “Now, sorry, what were you saying?” Julien chuckled as Robbie walked alongside him. “Bonjour, princesse.” “Oh, yes,” Robbie said, and bent down to brush a kiss across Julien’s lips. “Bonjour, Jules.” Robbie went to straighten, but before he got too far away, Julien took hold of the back of his neck and craned up for a deeper kiss. Robbie’s lips parted, and Julien slipped his tongue inside, making Robbie’s cock jerk to attention, as he braced his hand on the back of the lounger and sank into the deliciousness that was all Julien.
About Ella:Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite contemporary romance, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!” Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Phillips.
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The Princess, the Prick & the Priest by Ella Frank
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This book warmed my heart! I love these three fabulous men and I love that this last installment of their story was told in all three point of views. We get all of their story and all of their feels.
Priest, Julien and Robbie are all fantastic characters who we have grown to love throughout this series. I am sad that their story has gone to a close but I absolutely love the ride we’ve been on and this last installment was absolutely wonderful. It’s sweet and beautiful.
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I'm the bastard child, son to the mistress, my father's backup heir to the Kingston empire. He sent me to Harvard. I left and became a Navy SEAL, but I'm back now, and I finished school on my own dime. I'm now a few months from being a billionaire myself. I don't need my father's company or his love. My "brother" can have it. I will never go back there. I will never be the mistake my father made, the way he was the mistake my mother made.
And then she walks in the door, the princess I'd once wanted more than I'd wanted my father's love. She wants me to come back. She says my father needs to be saved. I don't want to save my father but I do want her. Deeply. Passionately. More than I want anything else.
But she's The Princess and I'm The Bastard. We don't fit. We don't belong together and yet she says that she needs me. We're like sugar and spice, we don't mix, but I really crave a taste. Just one. What harm can just one taste do?
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âThis is a bad idea,â she whispers, but her voice is raspy, affected, the taste of her hunger damn near on my tongue. I kiss her, a quick brush of lips, and a lick that has the heat between us damn near explosive. âStill think itâs a bad idea?â Her hands flatten on my chest but they flex rather than push. âWe both know this is wrong.â âAnd yet you followed me here.â âYou said that already,â âYou knew what would happen,â I accuse. âI was angry.â I certainly know where anger and family collide, in ways I wonât explain to anyone. My jaw sets hard and I release her, putting a wide step between us. âStay or go, but if you stay, youâre going to end up naked.â âI know your fatherâs an asshole, but my mother loves him and my fatherâs company is now a part of this one.â âThe part where I said that if you stayed, youâd end up naked.â I reach for her and pull her to me. âYou did understand that, correct?â âI donât scare off that easily. If I did, I wouldnât be working for your father and under your brother.â âItâs me I want you under,â I say, molding her close, my hands sliding up her back. âIâm too young and stupid for business, but Iâm just right to fuck?â she challenges. âIâm warning you, Harper, not talking down to you. And if youâre young and stupid, so was I.â âYou wanted to be here,â she says. âYes,â I say, tangling my fingers into her hair. âI wanted to be here, just like I want to be right here, right now, with you.â My mouth closes down on hers once more, a deep thrust of tongue thatâs as unforgiving as my father would be if it came down to choosing her or Isaac. Itâs all about demand and I expect her to push back, to give me the rejection that sends her to the door and me to the fucking airport. Thatâs not what I get. Her hand on my chest doesnât push me away. She moans and her elbow softens, those perfect curves Iâd admired from a distance now pressed nice and close, right up to the moment she jerks back. âMy God. What are we doing? Youâre my stepbrother.â I walk her back against the wall, my hands caressing up her ribcage to cup her breasts. âI told you,â I say, stroking my thumbs over her nipples. âIâm not your fucking brother. Not now. Not ever.â I cup her face, lean in and my mouth finds her mouth, and if she thought my tongue unforgiving before now, she was wrong. This is unforgiving. Itâs in my blood. Itâs who I am, who I was born to be. A bastard who wants her. I have this sudden need that consumes me. I shove my hand into the top of her dress, fingering her nipple. She makes this soft, sexy sound that has my cock twitching, expanding beneath my zipper. As if she knows, she presses her hand to my crotch and holy fuck, I need inside this woman. I push off the wall and shrug out of my jacket, my gaze raking over the tops of her breasts. Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and I want that mouth on my body. I want my mouth on her body. I toss the jacket, rip away my tie, and she doesnât run away as I half expect she will. She closes the space between us, her fingers on my buttons, working them down my shirt, but when one hand slides down to my crotch, I react. I slow things down before I fuck her and this is over, and when it is, Iâm gone. Suddenly Iâm not ready to leave, which is why I turn her to the wall, and force her hands to its surface, yanking down her zipper before I pull my shirt over my head. I step into her, my erection at her backside, my lips at her ear. âYou saw me watching you across the pool,â I say, my fingers catching the straps at her shoulders. âOf course I saw you. You wanted me to see you.â âYes. I did. I wanted you to know I wanted to fuck you.â I shove the straps of her dress down her arms. âI wanted you to know I wanted you naked.â I pull the dress down, and with no bra to contend with I have it down her hips and to her feet. I lift her and kick it away, taking a moment to appreciate just how perfect her heart-shaped ass is before I turn her to face me. My fingers tangle in her hair and I pull her to me. âAnd since youâre here,â I add, âI will assume you got that message loud and clear.â âIâm still angry and youâre still an arrogant asshole, but apparently it doesnât matter, so fuck me before I come to my senses.â I press my cheek to hers, my hand on her cheek, lips by her ear. âI promise to use my tongue in all the right places to make sure you have no regrets.â She pants out a breath that tells me my words affect her and Iâm right there when she does, kissing her again, drinking her in, and damn she tastes good; one part innocence, one part a drug that knows how good it feels. And she does feel so fucking good. I scoop her up and carry her through the living area to the bedroom, because hell, I donât know, it just feels like I should fuck her on the bed, though I could have easily kept her right there by the door. I want this woman. I want her in a bad way and I wanted her from the moment I saw her by that pool. I set her on her feet and I pull her close. âThis is where I lick and you come on my tongue.â
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Oh Wow!! I have wanted to read Lisa Renee Jones books forever, I'm so embarrassed to admit that I have just never made my way there. OMG!!! Have I been missing out!?!?! The Bastard was sooooooo good and was everything that I expected. The Bastard was not only a page turner that captured me from page one, but the hotness between the Princess and the Bastard set these pages on FIRE!!! Eric and Harper have an attraction to each other right from the very beginning when their eyes meet. I fell head over heels for these two, I think before they did. I absolutely loved their roller coaster of a ride that their story took me on. Yes, their story ends in a cliffhanger that left my head spinning, but it just makes me want the next book even more. I can't wait to see how their story ends and I am hoping for a HEA because they so deserve it. Now that I have a taste of Lisa Renee Jones' writing, I will be setting aside time to read more of her books and I have to go back to read more of the Kingston's family. If you are like me and have yet to read Lisa Renee Jones books, I HIGHLY recommend that you do. Happy Reading Everyone!!!!
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Title: FINDING MY FIGHT
Author: R.G. Corr
Genre: Romantic SuspenseAbout FINDING MY FIGHT: A perfect marriage? A beautiful home? Things are not always as they seem. To everyone they knew, Ginny’s life with Blake Daniels was perfect. When Blake’s job takes them away from home and the friends Ginny has known since childhood, things start to change. On their own, in an isolated house, the man who held Ginny up through her mother’s passing is no longer the kind, supportive man she thought she’d married. In his place now resides a cruel beast whose only desire is to control her. Ginny’s life as she knows it, becomes indelibly marked with every bruise he leaves on her, and every callous word he sends her way. When the unthinkable happens, Ginny is forced to find the strength she needs to leave and rebuild her life without Blake. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what was still to come. Ginny believed the nightmare was over, but it was only just beginning. Her husband is back, and there’s only one reason he’s here. For her.
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Finding My Fight by R.G. Corr
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
OMG....This Book....This Book is so freaking good. How do you write a review that would do this book justice without revealing too much?!?! I will just start with saying that I HIGHLY recommend that you one click this one now. This is one of the best reads this year for me.
I knew from the very first page that I was going to love this book. Ginny's story is so emotionally charged and so real to life that I found myself so consumed with her story. I felt her hurt, betrayal, pain, anger, and fear. The suspense, the twist and turns had me on the edge of my seat turning page after page until the very end. It's been a while since I've read a book that has wrecked me the way that this one has. This is such a powerful story and so worth the read!! I am so glad that I came across this book and author.
This new to me author has won this girl over. I loved everything about her writing and I'm looking forward to reading more of her books.
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A beautiful and emotional second chance romance with a strong heroine and a swoon-worthy hero. Must read! ~ USA Today Bestselling Author, Melanie Harlow
I left home ten years ago, promising myself I’d never return to the place where I had never been accepted. I was despised and ridiculed for circumstances completely beyond my control.
But when my grandmother passes away, I’m forced to return to Kansas. I will have to face everyone who hated me. But they’re not who I’m most afraid of.
My biggest fear? Facing him. Jordan Marx. The boy I once loved more than life itself. The boy who defended me from them. The boy I’d disappeared on, leaving him nothing more than a horrible nasty lie and hastily scribbled note.
When Jordan finds out the secret I have carried for so long, I’m in for the battle of my life.
Or so I thought.
I might have wandered for years on a path riddled with thorns but with Jordan by my side, taking the long road home means more than reuniting with the only man I’ve ever loved. It might just mean finding myself, and the family I never thought I could ever have along the way.
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God. How screwed up was I?
“It pisses me off how smart you can be sometimes,” I muttered and sipped my wine, eyes drifting out the window. If that had been the case, then I’d twisted reality for years. Believed it and based a life off it. I pressed my hand to my forehead and sighed. “I’m such a disaster, Jordan. A complete mess. I honestly don’t know why you bother.”
“Because when you let your guard down and let people see you, you’re still the most stunning woman I’ve ever met. You only have to start believing it.”
I dropped my hand as pleasure whipped through my veins. He was always bold and confident. I wasn’t used to this new bluntness. “It’ll take a while.”
“I’m a patient guy. And I’m hoping that at the least, you’ll start to believe how I see you, and the rest will come. You just have to trust me this time. Can you do that?”
Could I trust him? God, I’d trust him with my life. It was a ridiculous question. None of the decisions I made were because I didn’t trust him. It was simple self-preservation.
“I can do that,” I finally said.
“Good.” He grinned.
We were ridiculous.
“So what happens now?” I asked. He gestured to my almost empty wineglass.
“Would you like another?”
“No. It’ll probably put me to sleep.”
He took his to the sink and dumped it. I drank the last two sips while he rinsed out the glass, cleaned up the small mess we’d made and resettled the wine in the fridge.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I said once he turned and headed in my direction.
“Now,” he said, and he shot me that smoldering look of his. Furrowed brows, head dipped, heat in his eyes I remembered oh so well, and continued, “We’re going to make out on your grandma’s couch like we used to. We kiss until we can’t breathe. Maybe, if I’m lucky, you let me feel you up a bit, and then I go home with a hard-on like I used to, and tomorrow, we try to do better than we did tonight.”
His hands hit my hips. His head dipped. A furious heat swam on my cheeks and spread, warming other parts of me with precision like my libido was directly connected to his voice.
And as his lips brushed my cheek, went to my neck, his hands slid up to my waist and I fell into him, the feel of him, his touch, and the way he moved so slowly and seductively, there was really only one word I could give him.
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When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.
Stacey Lynn lives with her husband and children in North Carolina.
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Long Road Home by Stacey Lynn
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Long Road Home is one of those books that immediately pull you in and have you falling in love. I don’t think I’ve ever read a book by this author that I didn’t totally love and this one had my heart beating and my eyes tearing.
Destiny and Jordan are great characters who feel in love in high school and now ten years later they get their second chance. It’s emotional, sexy and such a great story that you won’t be able to put it down. I’m in love. I have the feels and they are all for these amazing characters and their story. It’s a definite must read.
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