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martes, 2 de enero de 2018

A superb End Game

Happy New Year, my book buddies 😀  I hope you had a great intro to 2018. Mine was a bit rough, but I'm hanging in there 😉

You know that one of my favourite authors has released a book today, right? Yay!


MY OPINION

Reaching the finale of a 4-book story holds a great importance. Especially when it's written with the sophisticated voice of LRJones. The thrilling cliffhanger in the previous book left my heart barely beating. I couldn't read this final book fast enough.

Shane is facing an impossible hit to his heart with a double sacrifice that's taking him to the edge of a darkness with no return. The writing has a powerful sense of urgency and the dialogues crackle with intensity. It's also heavy with grief as Shane and his family struggle with terrible loss. He and Emily share scenes of emotional impact. It was both hard and satisfying to read. Not to mention that their love is stronger than ever and deeply moving.

Meanwhile, the end game that will sever them from dangerous liaisons is in motion, and the tension among all parties involved was extreme. The ultimate chess game. Hard business deals, illegal operations, espionage, dark family matters... all mingle in never-stopping circles. The balance between suspenseful business and personal relationships is masterfully planned. I love this kind of sharp, slow-burn intensity as much as the soulful romance. Shane and Emily find their HEA through a storm of sacrifice and complex decisions, and it was immensely gratifying to reach it with them. Great read as usual, and not to be missed.


ABOUT THE BOOK

How deep can you love?
Passion and danger collide in the explosive finale to Emily and Shane's story.
After tragedy strikes, Shane hovers on the edge of being consumed by darkness. He will fight for the woman he loves. He will destroy his enemy. He will not back down. As shocking twists, dark secrets, and explosive betrayals within the Brandon family come to the light, Shane must fight harder than ever before.

Every thread weaves a dangerous web. Emily and Derek. Brandon Senior. Maggie and her affair. The leader of the dangerous cartel who’s wedged itself inside the Brandon Empire. It all comes to a head in the shattering conclusion to the Dirty Money series.

Ebook:

Find it on Lisa's webpage + The whole series

Don't hesitate if you like smart suspense romance with hot times  :-)

martes, 19 de diciembre de 2017

Ready to hunt love at Christmas?


This author really surprises me with her powerful prose :-)


MY OPINION 

This is the shortest novella I've ever read. However, it's totally worth it as it depicts a dark fantasy come to life with a vivid, violent prose that paints lurid actions in all its carnal glory. 

Just a couple of scenes that include the hunt and the resolution. That hunt, wow. A woman being pursued by a beast of a man through an unyielding forest. The fear, the pain and the unrelenting chase are palpable. Then, she is caught. Another wow. Pure, animalistic lust that explodes with colourful words. In the end, all is explained in a very interesting way. I loved it, but why is this so short? 😂

The bonus in all this is another story, Caught for the Holidays, which explains the origin of this unorthodox couple. And it's superb, too. A dark beginning of stalking and harsh claiming that evolves into a heart-warming scene of reunion, love, hope and blissful family happiness. I recommend it, incredibly hot and sweet. 



INCLUDES FREE HOLIDAY EBOOK CAUGHT FOR THE HOLIDAYS

It should have been an innocent vacation with my family. But wild and dangerous things lurk in this forest.
A wild and dangerous man.
Stalking me.
Hunting me.
Terrifying me—because all I want these Holidays is to be caught. 

Warning: This short romance is pure guilty pleasure. These holidays, get caught up with a completely obsessed hero who will stop at nothing to claim the love of his life. This book contains elements which may be triggers for some. Happy Ever After. No cliff-hanger.

ENJOY AN EXCERPT 

A scream bursts from my open mouth, splintering the forest. Shattering me with the
force it departs my body. 
The searing tension in my scalp tugs, tossing me to the floor. 
I hit the ground on my side, and roll onto my back. 
Fluttering wings flitter through my vision. 
My chest heaves. 
Where were those bird’s moments ago to warn me? 
The looming frame comes into focus, and the next scream dies on my lips. 
I know…They never saw a predator like this coming. 
He slinks closer. 
No warning could’ve saved me. He’d catch me no matter what. There’s no hiding 
place from him. 
His gaze seizes mine. Hunger is a pulsing, blood-hot need set deep in hazel eyes. 
He’s an animal. 
A complete animal for me…



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Amber is a #1 Amazon Bestselling, award winning, author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.
After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
Find out more about Amber by visiting www.amberabardan.com



Enjoy your day, and happy holidays :-)

lunes, 18 de diciembre de 2017

I absolutely adored this Xmas smut story


One of the writers who excels at novellas is DANI WYATT, I just love her style :-) And this Christmas, she's coming with all the tinsels and jingles we need.


MY OPINION

Enchanting and hot, all a smut fan can ever wish to unwrap before Christmas day :-)

This beautiful novella appeals to the Christmas lover in me as it's the sweetest lesson you can learn about opening up your heart to love and sharing.

The couple in the story works magically because she is a little elf working in a Christmas Village set up at one of the most successful department stores in New York city, whereas he is the gruff alpha man guiding this store with a mind set on profits and cold deeds. The catch? He will fall head and body for a woman whose warmth and bright spirit unlocks his pent-up needs to have a family to care for.

Malcom is one possessive man when he meets this cute and curvy elf working for him unknowingly, seeking her out in disguise to soak up her optimism. They share this connection that will pull them through a trying Christmas time full of charming dialogues, sexy times, a tender Christmas spirit, and a lovely romance that is perfect for the season. I thought his change of heart from Scrooge to Epiphany was awesome, though her final request went beyond what was necessary :-D I absolutely adored this Xmas story, it's got all the emotion and the instalove and the candy cane I wanted.






Until Malcolm Knight set his eyes upon that curvy cherub of a Christmas elf in his department store’s Santa’s Village, Christmas meant nothing to him except what it did for the bottom line. Now, his Scrooge is melting away along with thoughts of if her sugar-plums taste as good as they look.

Penny Evergreen lives for Christmas. When her parents send her to New York for a month-long training to relieve the piano prodigy of her paralysing stage fright, she takes one look at the elaborate Christmas Village at the prestigious Knight & Knight department store, and she hatches a holiday plan of her own.

Will these two star-crossed opposites attract? Or will their deceptions be the end of this holiday fairy tale before it has a chance to take off?

Author’s Note:
Grab your candy canes and sit in front of the fire. This sugary sweet Christmas story will warm your heart and melt your panties. This May-December quick holiday romance is sure to have you asking Santa for some Malcolm of your very own. Complete insta-everything, safe and always a happy ending. Or two. Or ten.



ENJOY AN EXCERPT

My vision is filled with a thousand twinkling lights as I glance over my shoulder to see Malcolm’s enormous form to the side of me.  He’s got one arm outstretched behind my back, not touching me—not yet—but I feel where his hand hovers in the air just above my back side.  It’s that chivalrous, gentlemanly motion that nearly buckles my knees.
My vision is drowsy as my eyes fall to the front of his jeans where I see an enormous bulge.
I draw in a sharp breath and jerk my head back up to face forward, embarrassed by my own forwardness but unable to resist the thought: could his erection be because of me? 
No.
Do not be a fool, Elf Penny.
Maybe he’s got some crazy elf kink or something.  Because no way a man like him would be interested in a pudgy elf like me.  Still, the thought of his enormous erection leaves me speechless and breathless as he guides us toward a table in the back of the sitting area that surrounds where Randall is already playing happily with another couple of boys about his own age.
“Sit,”  Malcolm orders and his bossy tone causes a shiver of delight wrestling through me.  It feels as if my bones are liquefying as I melt into the chair and wait for whatever comes next.
“Sitting,”  I manage as he takes a seat in front of me.  The same sort of position as yesterday, only this time he’s closer. His legs spread around as my knees nearly bump into his crotch.  I do everything in my power to avert my eyes from the fullness there, but at the same time as he sits, he lets out an uncomfortable chuff in his throat, and I can only imagine it must be difficult to bend something that hard and long.
Heat rises up my legs where they connect to his.  The same heartbeat that is deafening in my ears is also wildly distracting as it thumps between my legs.  My mouth is watering as well and I lick my lips as I try to make sense of what’s happening right now.
Malcolm sits quietly.  There’s a vibration growing in the empty space between us and my heart is thundering in my chest.
“What do you want to talk about?”  I blurt out, unable to stand the silence another moment.
He bites into his bottom lip.  Dark eyes fasten to me.  “Fuck.”  He bows his head then looks up at the ceiling, then back to me.
My belly tightens.  The muscles in my neck feel like metal cords ready to snap. 
“What?”  I lean in, compelled—even though he’s a near stranger—to relieve him of whatever the strain is I hear in his voice.  “Whatever it is, you can tell me.  I want to know.”
“Penny.”  He looks at me and I see the tangle of conflict in his eyes. “Just promise me, I won’t scare the shit out of you.”
I raise my eyebrows, wondering what it could be, but still deep in my heart wanting to know.
“Okay.  I promise.  As long as it doesn’t involve you decapitating me, dismembering me, or any other sort of felonious thing regarding me.”
A strained chuckle rumbles from him, and a genuine smile spreads up into his eyes.  Then he nods before he continues.  “My nephew didn’t even want to come here today.”
“Really?”  I blink, wondering what’s coming next.  Because I can feel most definitely something is coming next.
“Really.  I wanted to come.  To see you.”
I sit, silent, as he tightens his legs around mine and sends my nipples into points yet again.
He raises a hand to brush down where my hair rests against the side of my face, raising goosebumps all over my skin.
“That’s not completely true,”  he adds.  “The truth is, I came here to kiss you.  Because that’s all I’ve thought about. Are you ready for that?”







ABOUT THE MASTERMIND

Since I was a little girl, I’ve made up stories. I would lay in my bed at night and before I knew what a trope was, I would make up these trope filled stories. Boy sees girl, boys falls for girl, boy saves girl….happily ever after. As I got older, the stories turned steamier and more intricate, but the basics never changed.

Now, my books are still full of romance but the naughty bits are naughtier, my hero’s are obsessed alpha types and my heroines are quirky, real women who come in all shapes and sizes.

So, sit back, banish the real world and get lost in some over the top romance with a heaping helping of hot. xoxoxo
 




Have a gorgeous reading week!

martes, 12 de diciembre de 2017

Santa wants to give you a ride



Oh, the cheeky side of Christmas :-D



MY OPINION

Santa wants to give you a ride

Never a misunderstanding has been so scorching hot!

What happens when Nick meets his client and falls head-over-heels in lust? Rule-breaking, dirty-talking, breathtaking passion that kicks Holly's reservations to the curb. This Christmas-drenched novella is full of smutty insta-love that had me cracking with all the Santa jokes and dirty innuendos that the tattoed, rugged Nick shoots out of his sinful mouth in all directions.

Nick and Holly set fire to every page from their fist encounter, through their little heartbreak until they jingle their naughty way to a truly festive happy ending.

I wish they had an extra epilogue with more manly candy cane and lots of sweet babies in Xmas clothing :-D






My firm has been hired to make sure Holly gets her biggest Christmas wish.
The rules are simple:

    Seduction and fantasy, and absolutely no sex.

    But, the moment I get a look at the delicious redhead all rules go out the window faster
than Santa’s sleigh on Christmas night.

    I shouldn’t touch her, but it is the season of giving, after all.


And I really want to give Holly a night we both will never forget.

    The problem is, once she wraps that sweet little tongue on my candy cane,


I want much more than just one night.

Warning:
Welcome to Jenika and Jordan’s Hot-Bite Christmas where the packages are big,
the stockings are definitely hung, and snow isn’t the only thing that gets plowed.
We’ve decided you’ve been good this year, so pull up a chair and enjoy a quick,
dirty little cup of Christmas Cheer.


ENJOY AN EXCERPT


Holly

If I hear one more Christmas carol, I’m going to hurl. That’s it. I hate this time of year. It’s cold,
it’s miserable, and people are just plain rude. I tried Christmas shopping today—I really did.
Fifteen minutes in the store with holiday music playing in the background, people pushing and
shoving, getting mowed down by shopping carts, and I was done.

Which is why I’m limping on the sidewalk, with not one shopping bag to show for my trouble.
Some woman inside the department store ran into me with her cart. She didn’t apologize; she
just huffed, like I was the one who caused the accident.

I find a bench close to the park and sit down to inspect the damage. I bend down to look at the
back of my leg and wince at what I see. My stocking is torn and there are these gigantic runs
in the nylon going up my leg. The heel of my foot is bloody and has been ripped open at the
exact spot the back of my Jimmy Choos slide against. My favorite pair of heels didn’t exactly
escape hell either. They’re scuffed and have serious damage. If I had it to do over I wouldn’t
have walked away. I would have given that lady a dirty look and thrown my shoe at her before
giving her the finger.

“Looks like you’ve been trampled by Santa’s reindeers,” a deep voice says to my right. I turn
and look at him and everything in me stills. Chills run down my back and the voice seems to
vibrate in the very center of me, sending instant awareness through me and making my body
hum with need. Which is unusual for two reasons. One, I’ve been on a break from relationship
s and men in general for the last five years. My last breakup was not good—so not good that
the thought of trusting another male scares the hell out of me. The last and most obvious
reason is the one that takes precedence, however. I don’t know this man. I don’t know him at
all and worse… He’s wearing a Santa outfit.

Great, I’ve reeled in a nut job.

“Do I know you?” I sound like a cranky old bitch right now, but I’m not in the mood for some guy
dressed up to try and get me in the holiday spirit, not matter how good looking he is.

“I’m Santa, can’t you tell?” he says, drolly.

I rest my back against the bench and look at the stranger, feeling my eyebrows lift up in
sarcastic disbelief. Yeah, he’s wearing a Santa suit, a cheesy red one that looks like it’s made
out of crushed velvet and that’s trimmed in white fake fur. I suppose that’s not strange; ‘tis the
season and all that. What doesn’t fit the part, however, is when he yanks off the beard and hat
and pulls off the white gloves, I can see that his large, masculine hands are covered in ink.

I draw my attention back to his face. Now that the fake beard is gone I see he’s sporting a black
beard with a bit of gray sprinkled in. Dark, almost obsidian eyes stare down at me. They look
intense, mocking and yet at the same time somehow bored with life. He pulls out a cigarette and
then lights it, cupping his hand against the cool New York wind.

“I don’t think Santa is supposed to smoke,” I tell him.

“Sweetheart, Santa does a lot he’s not supposed to do,” he smirks and something about that
look on his face makes my body heat.

“Whatever. You should make sure your boss doesn’t see you do that,” I mutter, annoyed because
he’s making my traitorous body react when it shouldn’t.

“Santa has no boss.”

“God, can you drop the act? I’ve about had it with Christmas and the last thing I want to do is
hear you tell me how you spend your days on the North Pole playing with your reindeer,” I
huff.

“I make the elves stroke my reindeer horns actually,” he smirks. “What’s got your panties in a
twist?”

“You mean besides being mowed over by a woman with a cart and ruining a pair of pantyhose
and my favorite pair of heels?”

“Who was she? I’ll put her on the naughty list,” he asks and at this point I just shake my head.

Who is this guy?   

“Will you give it a… What are you doing?” I feel my eyes grow big as I watch him get down on
his haunches in front of me.

“I thought that was rather obvious. I’m checking your injury out,” he murmurs, ignoring my
protest and pulling my leg up into his lap—despite me trying to pull it away.

I brace myself on the bench, because if I don’t, I’m going to end up falling to the ground. I try to
kick at him, but he holds my leg firmly, not allowing the movement.

“Will you stop? I don’t know you! And besides that, this dress is too short. You’ll have me
flashing half of New York.” My voice has risen by this point.

“Stop being dramatic. My body is completely blocking you.” He dismisses my objection and
then he looks at me—really looks at me. His eyes bore into mine, and his hand on my leg
becomes tighter, almost punishing in his hold. “Are you wearing panties?” he asks.

My body jerks in reaction. I should be repulsed. In fact, I should be panicking that a man I don’t
know, a man dressed in a Santa suit, with a cigarette trapped between his lips and his
big—huge really—ink-covered hand wrapped around my leg, is asking me if I’m wearing
panties. What I should not be is turned on. And, if my damp panties are any indication…
I am definitely turned on.   

“You did not just ask that!” I cry out, desperately trying to pull away from him. I can’t be turned
on by a stranger—a very weird, sexy as sin stranger. I cannot be talking about my panties with
said stranger and most of all, I can’t spread my legs a little wider for him.

“Black… nice,” he says almost to himself, obviously having looked at my panties. I’m not sure
how much he can see because of my pantyhose, but despite it all I feel my face heat, even
though the air has a wintery chill to it. “Damn, honey, I’d say the shopping cart won your war,”
he mumbles around his cigarette, yet somehow managing to make each word clear.

“Will you let go of my leg please?” I growl out, unable to pull away from his firm grip. I’m thinking
that what I thought might be padding to fill out the Santa suit is actually just plain muscle. If his
hands are anything to go by, he’s huge.

What is it they say about large hands again?

I squirm uncomfortably. I really shouldn’t be thinking about that at all.  

ABOUT THE MASTERMINDS

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.



Jenika Snow

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.





Enjoy the Christmas spirit, book buddies :-)