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martes, 19 de septiembre de 2017

Long live The Queen


Indeed, the queen who writes beautiful dark romances should be immortal. I'm in love with Skye Warren's books 😍


The Queen
Series: The Masterpiece Duet #2
Author: Skye Warren
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 19, 2017

I have one chance at a new life. A college education. A future outside of Tanglewood's dark walls. For a breathless moment it seems like I might actually escape.

Then I get a phone call from home.

Damon Scott is my own personal dragon, the fight I've always lost, the secret hope of my heart. And he needs my help right now. Only my mind can solve the puzzle. Only my presence can keep him sane as the city fights against him.

Only my heart can unlock a man with such a tragic past.

This is my final gamble, with everything at stake. One last game to win a future for both of us.

And a love strong enough to break the city apart.

THE QUEEN is the final novel in the bestselling Masterpiece duet, about a game of lies and loyalty, of betrayal and power, and ascension to the city's throne.


MY OPINION

A beauty to read. This author's writing style is infused with lyrical emotion, ant it always captivates me.

The Queen is the stunning conclusion to the King/Queen duology. Years have separated the star-crossed platonic lovers, but nothing has disturbed the magnetic link between Penny and Damon. He is still as dark and dangerous as ever, she is still as vulnerable and addicted as before pain marked her. I marvel at Penny's brilliant mind that she puts to great use, though life still poses a puzzle that maths never did. Insidious secrets threaten the very few things that matter to her and tangle her path with the only man who makes her heart tremble with impossible dreams of love and desire.

The tension between them is like a wild animal, all flesh and hidden claws and acute understanding of their wounds that leave you breathless. This man is really hard on himself and his protégée, keeping both of them on the edge of denial and ownership. I loved the story as it's brimming with mystery, bloody psychopaths, intense sensuality and two tortured souls that barely gain their deserved paradise.

I got a bit confused about something related to what Penny knew about Jonathan Scott's situation after book 1. I'd have preferred a longer ending that rewarded the main characters after so many trials, and I also think what happend to Avery would have been brutal and fantastic to actually see it happen. Even though Damon was really stubborn, the relationship was achingly perfect. The Den, Gabriel and Avery, Damon and Penny, all make a magnificent chess game that I will cherish in my memory.



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I flinch, glad he can’t see me across two thousand miles. Even working in the kitchens most nights only covers my food, my textbooks. Not the tuition bill. “You’re the one who wanted him to work for you. You’re the one who made him the stake in our last game.”

“And you’re the one who lost,” he says lightly.

“Do you know where he is?”

“Of course. Like you said, he works for me. I would be a careless employer if I let my men go wandering off, gambling and racking up debt and questioning their loyalty to me.”

A shiver runs through me. “Then where is he?”

“He’s a grown-up, Penny. Like you are now. He’s responsible for himself. You only need to worry about your studies. I’m sure Algebraic Topology is taking up plenty of your focus.”

It’s one of my courses this semester. How does he know that?

“Stop playing with me.”

“Why should I?” he says with a soft laugh. “It’s so much fun.”

Frustration stings my eyes, hot and damp. I look up at the wide-open sky, willing myself not to cry. There are a million stars visible here, most of the land owned by Smith College or one of the other campuses. So much land, so much pride. There aren’t buildings climbing on top of other buildings, as if they might sink into the concrete ground if they don’t. There aren’t glass towers reaching to an endless black sky.

“I’m never coming back,” I say abruptly.

His laugh falls silent. “I know.”

“I hate it there. I hate Tanglewood and being powerless. And most of all I hate you.”

The last part is a lie, because I don’t hate him. I’m drawn to him; I’m repelled by him. It’s far too complex a relationship, an equation I’ve never been able to write. It makes me wonder if I’m lying about the other parts—if maybe some twisted part of me misses home.

If some twisted part of me misses being powerless, too.

“Ah, Penny,” he says, sounding infinitely weary. “I hate you too.”

The words shock me, but the hurt inside shocks me more. He shouldn’t be able to wound me. Three years away from home, growing up, growing strong. It should have been enough armor to protect against anything he could say to me. But the arrow sinks deep, proving that I’ll never be able to escape him.

“What did I do to you?” I ask, quiet, in a voice like I’m six years old again. Like I’m speaking to the wild boy I found by the lake, one I lured into my trailer like a wolf.

He answers the same way, a surly teenage boy, fierce and vulnerable at once. “You made me care. You made me want, when I needed to leave. You made me feel, when I would have preferred to die. You brought me back to life.”

And I condemned him to torture. That’s what happened when he sacrificed himself so that I could stay safe. Two children with so few choices. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Don’t worry. I got my revenge, after all.”

My blood runs cold, almost subzero at the words. There’s only one person left in my sad little family. One person he could hurt. “Did you hurt him?”

“By giving him a job when he couldn’t hold one down? By paying him enough that his daughter could escape the city, could go to a fancy college instead of becoming a corner-store whore? Yes, I’ve been horrible to him. A monster.”

“Then why isn’t he answering his phone?”

In the pause I can picture him in a three-piece suit, reclining in one of his ridiculously expensive leather chairs. Some amber liquid in a crystal-cut glass. “Don’t come back,” he says, his voice grim. “You made it out of here. Let that be enough.”

A soft click ends the connection, leaving me bereft.

And more worried than before.


Something is happening in Tanglewood, something bad enough for my father not to call, something horrible enough that even Damon Scott has warned me away. I look up at the infinite stars, but they’re dimmer than before. The whole world muted. It wasn’t a new life that I found so far from home. It was a long dream, and now I’m painfully awake.




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 About the mastermind

Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. 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, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat. 
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jueves, 7 de septiembre de 2017

Would you Ride My Beard?


When a beard calla my name, I answer the call. Always 😃 Ready for some smutty love with an alpha male?





Lola

My entire life I have been in love with one man.
Ryker Stone.
It doesn’t matter that he is more than double my age.
I don’t care about the whispers that say he’s too wild to ever be tamed.
I like that he’s reckless.
He makes me feel like I can be uninhibited.
Truth is I saved myself for him.
I belong to him.

Ryker

I’ve had my eye on Lola for more years than I should admit.
Her beauty drew me in, but it was her innocence that trapped me.
I shouldn’t want to claim her, but she’s all I desire. So I stay close and make damn sure no one else touches her.
I’m all wrong for her, but too damn stupid and hard-up to stay away.
She can run, but I’ll follow.
By the time it’s all said and done she’ll be riding my beard.


Warning: This is a short and over-the-top dirty novella that will have you searching out your very own dirty mechanic. It’s to the point and leaves noting to the imagination, but then again doesn’t everyone like it that way? *wink*


MY OPINION


Can you feel the full impact of the title of this novella? :-D Roll it in your mind for a moment and let it spread tingles all over your limbs. Yeah...

Ryker and Lola have a really strong chemistry. From the first scene, their hot attraction heats the air of the bar where she has to work because her mother never helped her out. He has resisted for a year, but now he can't any more. This ripped, gloriously bearded hunk protects what's his with his strength, his voice, his arms. And when she offers to learn how to handle his brutish way of intimacy, they embark on a journey of sensual discovery.

The consummation of their lust is one hell of a ride. And that beard is put to great use!

This is one of my favourite stories written by this author. So growly, manly and erotic. Ultimately romantic, too, don't fret.

ENJOY AN EXCERPT 


I walk over to Lola and don’t stop myself from reaching out and cupping one smooth, peach-colored cheek. I want to smack the flesh, spank her good and hard until my handprint is covering her pale flesh.

“Baby, I’m about to show you that working here, being around these motherf*ckers, has consequences.” She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide, her mouth parted.

“But it’s not my fault there are a bunch of assholes who come here,” she defends and if I wasn’t so f*cking hard and ready to go off, I would smile.

No, it wasn’t her fault, but I need an excuse to touch her in the way I want to, in the way I need to. I also need her to understand that when it comes to her, to her safety—f*ck, anything to do with her, I’m not about to be reasonable.

“Tell me you want my hands on you, want me to smack this perfect ass until the pleasure and pain melt into one, until my mark is on your body and you know that you're mine.”

She still looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes so wide, her pretty, pink lips still parted.

“Tell me, dammit.” My voice is harsh, rough, exactly how I'm going to be with her. I won’t be satisfied until she is screaming out for more.

“Yes,” she says softly and I can hear the need in her voice. Her hands are stretched out in front of her, her fingers curled around the edge of the desk.

I take a step back and put my foot between her legs to kick her feet apart. I look down at her ass, her legs spread wide enough that I can see her p*ssy lips. They are pink and glossy, and slightly swollen from her arousal. My mouth waters and my balls draw up tight to my body.

I want to reach down and unzip my jeans, pull my d*ck out, and align it right at the entrance of her p*ssy hole. I want to shove it deep inside of her, claiming her cherry and making her know she's mine.

ABOUT THE MASTERMIND 

Jordan Marie

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.



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Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.





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A Wild Thing to remember


I'm so excited to be sharing this new novella by Liberty Laine. I really liked the first story, so I was eager to read more.

WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?

I've waited my whole life to catch her. They call her a criminal. A con-woman. A thief and too wild for her own good. But me? I just call her mine. --Officer Nathan Trent. 

He's one of the good guys. Honorable. Reliable. I’ve loved him since we were kids. But there's no way I’ll let my wild ways tarnish his squeaky clean reputation. No matter how badly I wish he was mine. --Tillie Coletrain 

Warning: This novella is chock full of sexy times, ridiculous shenanigans, and surprise weddings. You’re welcome.



MY OPINION

Hot, handsome cop anyone?

Even better, you say? Well, that's got to be Officer Nate Trent, a good-looking, good man hell bent on saving the hot mess in town with a wedding ring and a pair of hand cuffs.

I have to say this novella is so pretty. Twin sisters have their own stories and sexy paramours. Wild Thing is Tillie's turn, the sassy, trouble-everywhere-she-goes sister. Though her luck is about to change drastically when a cop she knows too well (and craves too much) is set on saving her from her bad ways and claiming her for his wicked, yet honourable desires.

I really liked the mix of defiance and vulnerability of the female character. The first time of cop and criminal together as lovers was sassy, funny, and hid a sweet little gem of a surprise. Even with all the dirty-sweet smut romance and really steamy  times, there was plenty of room for trouble with the wrong tattooed people. I purred like a cat with Hannah's scene! Wouldn't it be perfect to have that story next time? Please, Jax, come to life!

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I've waited my whole life to catch her. They call her a criminal. A con-woman. A thief and too wild for her own good. But me? I just call her mine. --Officer Nathan Trent. 

He's one of the good guys. Honorable. Reliable. I’ve loved him since we were kids. But there's no way I’ll let my wild ways tarnish his squeaky clean reputation. No matter how badly I wish he was mine. --Tillie Coletrain 

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miércoles, 6 de septiembre de 2017

This is the Rough Rider of your dreams

Welcome to a new fabulous read on Literaria 😉 Today is all about a cowboy!






After years of living alone, Nash Campbell sets eyes on curvy beauty Eden Sutherland again, the day she steps out of her brother's pickup truck and falls directly into his arms. He may have made a promise to her brother to take care of her, but it isn't long before Nash is fixed on wrangling his best friend's little sister into his bed—and his life.

Eden Sutherland enjoys living alongside her brother in the old farmhouse where they grew up, but when he's deployed, she's uprooted to Circle C Ranch and dumped in the arms of her brother's best friend, irritatingly moody and maddeningly sexy cowboy Nash Campbell. The boy who pulled her pigtails and made the butterflies jump in her stomach for the first time when they were kids. She may have grown up running through the pastures at Circle C, but that doesn't mean seeing Nash again is easy on the heart. She's been purposefully avoiding this man for years, and now she has to call him roommate…

Warning: When this filthy-talkin' cowboy falls, it's hard and fast. Insta-love obsessed, countrified goodness is the best way to describe this rough rider. Sit back, relax, and grab a sweet tea, it's about to he heart. She may have grown-get sticky down south.



MY OPINION

Some cowboy love is always welcome. Even for Eden who still remembers Nash tugging at her pigtails when they were younger. No barrier for her wanting to melt all over his rugged looks, though.

This quick read is full of steam all the way to the end. I admit the girl's brazen attitude didn't appeal too much to me, nor the cowboy's denial of any approach to her until a second later he dominated her. However, it is a pretty entertaining story. Nash wants to respect his word to protect his friend's sister when he goes off on a mission, but nothing can stop their chemistry. She's sassy, opinionated, and willful. Good reasons to teach her very carnal lessons of discipline involving spanking and ropes.

It's a cute, sexy romance that drips with possessiveness, ranch work, heated encounters, a stubborn woman and a cowboy determined to claim her future for himself. I smiled at the end.


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ONE

Eden

   I wrung my hands in my lap, eyes focused on the long gravel driveway that led to my imprisonment.  
   “You know, I don’t need a babysitter,” I spat to my brother in the driver’s seat.  
   “Sweet young girl like you, you most certainly do. These damn cowboys would eat you alive,” he drawled, eyes cutting to me then back to the windshield. The old truck rattled to a sputtering stop in front of the giant red barn I spent too many summer nights playing hide-and-seek in.  
   “I’m not sweet or young. Since I've managed to handle you my whole life, I figure these cowboys will be easy.” I shoved open the door of the truck, storming off with a desperate slam of the door for dramatic effect. But instead, it squawked on its rusty hinges. Baxter, the old golden retriever that’d been wandering this dusty ranch since the time I was eight, rambled up to me. I knelt down and put my arm around the old dog, giving him a good rub. His scent was so familiar, just as it had been all those years ago. I closed my eyes, sucking in a fortifying breath before I faced the man who inhabited this place.  
   “Welcome, Eden.” His throaty voice sent fire through my veins, just like it always had. My cheeks flamed, hands shoved into the pockets of my cutoff shorts when Nash Campbell’s dusty cowboy boots came into view.
   I wanted to die.  
   Colt, Nash, and I may have grown up together on this ranch, bonfires and swimming in the pond from sunup to sundown, but I hadn’t laid eyes on him in nearly two years. And there was a reason for it.  
   “Hey.” Colt came around the back of the pickup and pulled two giant duffles out of the bed. “She’s not too pleased ’bout me dropping her off here, but she’ll grow up and see I was right. Someday.” Colt shot me a glare.  
   “I should have gone away to college,” I grumbled. I still hadn’t looked Nash in the face yet.  
   I couldn’t. One look into those intense eyes would have me lost. It'd been too long, and those feeling and memories were still all twisted into knots from my head to my toes. The worst place those knots tangled around was my heart.
   There was too much history wrapped up in my feelings for him. Nash and my brother had been best friends since the time they were in diapers, and then I came along five years later, the annoying, tagalong little sister. They’d picked on me relentlessly, daring me to eat bugs and touch garden snakes, and then the teen years had hit, and everything changed.    
   Nash’s voice had deepened, suddenly sending spirals of excitement through my nine-year-old stomach. And then dark stubble smattered his cheeks and jawline, and I couldn't help thinking about what the scratchy scruff would feel like against my skin. And by the time Nash was fifteen, he was working in the field or around the barns all summer. Slinging hay bales six hours a day did a lot for his once lean, taut physique.  
   Nash had bloomed into a damn Adonis right before my eyes, his body rivaling the sketches of David I’d seen in my art class.  
   I fell in love with Nash Campbell the summer I turned eleven.
   While my brother still seemed perpetually immature and annoying, Nash’s confidence grew, his eyes lighting with genuine kindness whenever he saw me. I’d never met anyone like him back then, and I still hadn’t now. Nash was a once in a lifetime dream—a dream that was unattainable. Like a mirage, a faint whisper on the wind. A man like Nash would never want someone like me, but still, that didn’t matter to my heart. When I thought of him, I was still that eleven-year-old little girl who fell in love with a boy she could never have.  
   That was probably why today was all the harder.  
   Colt was leaving for his deployment in the Army, and I was moving in here, with my brother’s best friend, at Circle C Ranch.
    “Got your room all made up for you, the corner room upstairs, the one you used to sleep in when we were little.” Nash was addressing me.  
   Oh shit, that meant I’d have to actually look him in the face. I’d been considering a way to avoid his eyes for the entire time I was here, which would hopefully just be the summer. Colt didn’t know it, but I’d already filled out a few applications for colleges. I’d been going to the community college in our small town, but now that Colt wouldn’t be here, I didn't have a reason to stay.  
   Living on my own would be tight, but I was accustomed to making do on a budget. I just had to hope I would be awarded a few grants or scholarships for housing. I could afford the classes for the coming semester at least, but I couldn't pay for the housing on top of that.  
   And I needed to get out of this town.  
   I needed to get away from all these memories.  
   The gorgeous, impossibly sculpted, stubbled, and rugged memories.  “Thanks,” I finally muttered, allowing my eyes to wash across Nash’s face for the first time.  
  Oh God, was that my heart beating so loudly?
  It sounded like a John Deere vibrating in my ears.  
  “I can get this carried up for you. Dinner’s at five, so you've got some time to settle in before—”
   “I’m not hungry. I had a big lunch,” I lied.  
   Colt shook his head at my side. “She’s lying. If you don’t force her to eat, she’ll peck like a bird.”
   My cheeks flamed as my teeth gnashed together. “I thought you had somewhere to be tonight?”  
   Colt chuckled, taking off ahead of us toward the house.  
   “Still treating you like a dick, I see,” Nash said at my shoulder.  
   Shit, when had he moved closer?
   This was too much. His body so close to mine felt like a ticking time bomb waiting to detonate.  
   “He says he means well, but I personally think it’s a control thing.”
   “Can’t blame him. A man should take care of his only sister. I’d do the same thing.”
   I chanced a glance out of the corner of my eye, catching his gaze hovering at my neckline, then dipping lower.  
   My stomach dropped, my feet screaming at me to run before I made a fool of myself somehow. I’d never known quite how to act around men, especially this one, when it felt like he stole all the oxygen from my lungs with one look.
    “Maybe you’re on a power trip too, then,” I finally replied, stomping in the dirt after Colt and toward the house.  
   I was a prisoner here; there was nothing willing about it.  
   If Colt and Nash thought I needed a babysitter, that I couldn't be left to my own devices, I’d sure as hell prove them wrong—and have fun while doing it.  
   No way could they keep this woman down.  
   “Eden!” Nash called after me, amusement lacing his voice.  
   I stuttered to a halt, turning to find him hot on my heels, an intoxicating half grin darting across his face.  
   “What?” I asked.  
   “You have no idea what kind of power play I’m into. Keep that in mind.” That cocky grin deepened, and my thighs grew slick with drop-dead desire.  
   Oh, shit.  
   What the hell was I in for this summer?







ABOUT THE MASTERMIND 

Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.

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