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Pandemic Sorrow Series by Stevie J Cole


 

 A dirty-mouthed rocker is waiting for you.
Find out what it’s like
backstage with sex-crazed rockers. Filled with angst, laughs, and some
steam, Stevie J Cole’s Pandemic Sorrow Rocker sure to tickled your
rocker fancy.

 

JAG

 

 Jag Steele.
Rock star. Womanizer. Addict. With endless nights of
parties and screaming fans, Jag can have anything he wants. And he wants
Roxy Slade, but Jag is the epitome of everything Roxy hates. His sexy
smiles and determined advances do little to shake her. And then she sees
a crack in his rock star armor, a broken past that she can’t help but
identify with. Is it enough to make her fall for this tortured rock
star?
An addict and his high.
A girl and her shattered knight.
Could you fall for the bad boy you know will ultimately break you?
Review by Paula:
This isn’t a lovey romance. Jag is a druggie and alcoholic who’s in a band and pretty much doesn’t give a crap about life at all. Roxy has had a horrible past and but doesn’t let it define her. Jag almost dies and really needs to wake the hell up and see people do care about him and see the real him. Roxy and Jags story isn’t all romance it’s hard core in your face shocking and disgusting at times you want to yell at Jag but we get to see what someone with addiction goes thru on a daily basis and maybe how Jag can turn his life around. 4 Stars

 

 RUSH

 

 Sex is all I need. I don’t need love.
I’m Rush Wilder, bassist of
Pandemic Sorrow, which means I can practically have any woman I
want—except Jules. She’s off limits because she’s part of that industry
that owns my ass. And that’s fine, because I’m a rocker through and
through. Girls that will never have me for more than one night. Wild
parties. Tours. . .and Jules always in the back of my mind.
Sex was all I had. And she made me think maybe rock stars do need someone to love after all
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Review by Paula:
Rush is a rockstar , druggie filthy mouth man-whore sex is all he knows and all he cares about until his manager Jules. Can Jules open up Rush so that he sees more to life than one night stands? Or will Jules be the one girl to make Rush even worse? Drama,intense crazy read that keeps you on the edge wanting to know more about Rush. 4 Stars

 

 ROXY


 When you don’t want to hurt having the ability to be numb is your best
defense mechanism. And for a long time all I was doing was existing.
I
thought Jag Steele was arrogant and entitled, the standard dick of a
rock star. Funny thing is, people aren’t always who you expect them to
be. Never in a million years would I have thought the night I meet Jag
would hold any significance, but it did.
I found out that sometimes something that screams utter destruction might actually be your saving grace.

Some
people may say our story was too screwed up to be a romance, but for
two broken people, we made the pieces fit together perfectly.

Review by Paula:
This is Roxy’s and Jags story but in Roxy’s point of view the death of her brother because of drugs. Meeting Jags and he’s the last person she should fall in love with with him being a addict. Roxy’s relationships with her sister Layla and so much more. It’s a great book to see in Roxy’s view of all the heartache she’s gone thru and how much she fell in love with Jags and there HEA 4 Stars

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Stevie
J. Cole lives deep in the woods of Alabama with her husband and two
precious daughters. She studied Epidemiology concentrating on cancer
research but has always had a passion for writing. Some of her stories
will strip you bare, some will give you nightmares, but the one thing
she can promise is that she will always give you stories that make you
feel.
Raw. Gritty. Love.
Because sometimes characters need to be flawed.

P.S. Stevie’s greatest fear is the impending zombie apocalypse. Think
about it: swarming armies of decaying, oozing corpses stumbling around
with clicking teeth, trying to eat your face. Nothing about that is
good. NOTHING!

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STRONG ENOUGH by Melanie Harlow & David Romanov

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Strong Enough, an all-new sexy standalone from USA Today Bestselling author Melanie Harlow and David Romanov is available now !

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Strong Enough

by Melanie Harlow & David Romanov

Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

Publication Date: June 19, 2017

I wasn’t looking for Derek Wolfe.

I wasn’t looking for anybody. All I wanted was to start a new life in America. But when I found myself stranded here with no place to go, he came to my rescue, offering me a place to stay.

He’s smart, successful, and sexy as hell—I can barely sleep knowing he’s right down the hall. And when the chemistry between us explodes one night with fierce, fiery passion, it’s hard to deny there’s something real between us.

But he does.

He says he was drunk. He says it was a one-time thing. He says he’s not into guys and what we did meant nothing.

He’s lying. Because it happened again, and again, and again. And it’s better every time.

I know we could be good together, and I want the chance to try, but I’m done hiding. If he’s not strong enough to admit the truth, I’ll have to be strong enough to walk away.

Excerpt:

Figuring I’d had enough booze to blunt his effect on me, I rolled up the sleeves of my black button-down shirt and moved next to him. “I’ll help you.”

“Okay.”

I caught him trying to not to look at my wrists and forearms, and it made me smile. How does it feel to want someone and have to hide it? “You wash, I’ll dry?”

“Sounds good.”

We worked in silence, shoulder to shoulder, and I found myself increasingly—and disturbingly—pleased at the thought of him being attracted to me and being forced to conceal it. It was fucking horrible of me to take pleasure in his discomfort, but I liked being secretly wanted. Being illicitly desired. Being the object of his covert glances and maybe even his darkest, dirtiest thoughts. I let our arms touch more than necessary, as thrilled by the physical contact as I was by the thought of what it might be doing to him.

For there is no man who does not sin.

My dick started to get hard, clearly unbothered by the whiskey that was breaking down my inhibitions, pushing past all my defenses, and letting my imagination run wild.

What’s in that gorgeous head of yours, Maxim? What’s behind those cobalt eyes? What would you do to me, if I let you? What would you let me do to you?

“Carolyn is so nice,” he said, handing me the last serving dish left to be dried.

What? He was thinking about Carolyn right now? He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Carolyn—I was, goddammit!

But I wasn’t. “Yeah.”

He turned off the water. Rested his wet hands on the edge of the sink. “I didn’t realize you had a girlfriend.”

And I heard it in his voice—the slightest edge of jealousy, so faint I might never have noticed it had I not been so hyperaware of everything about him right now. I fucking loved it.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Now there was confusion. “I guess I misunderstood.”

“She wants to be my girlfriend.”

Silence.

Of course there was silence. Maxim would never ask what the problem was. But I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to know. I wanted to share the impossible longing I felt with one person who might understand it.

“The problem is me.”

He was completely still. Before I could stop myself, I covered his right hand with my left. “Sometimes I don’t know what I want.”

He yanked his hand from beneath mine and we faced each other.

For the first time tonight, I looked him right in the eye. Nothing around us existed for me anymore. I heard only his breath. Smelled only his skin. Saw only his guarded expression.

I had to have him.

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Review by Victoria:

You never know what decision or fate could change your world. That’s where we find Derek. He’s been on a few dates with a woman, but there’s no spark, there’s no flame. Derek, generally one to be content in life, can’t figure out what the issue is. That is, until his sister calls him about a patron stranded at her bar having only just arrived in the United States from Russia. Maxim, having not had his ride show up at the airport, ended up at Derek’s sister’s bar where he gets robbed. Derek just happens to be the knight in shinning armor he needs. Or is it Derek who needs Maxim?

This was a really cute read of self discovery and coming to terms with sides of yourself you didn’t know. Derek and Maxim will draw you in and keep you there for as long as they can. How do you come to terms with such large realizations later on in life? How do you walk away from something that feels so right? As Derek navigates self discovery and Maxim navigates American life, they’re continuously drawn to each other and what they find there may be fireworks, or explosions. This is one reading you don’t want to miss!! 4 Stars

 

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Melanie Harlow writes sexy, emotional romance about strong, stubborn characters who can’t help falling in love. She’s addicted to bacon, gin martinis, and summer reading on the screened-in porch. If she’s not buried in a book or binging on Netflix, you might find her running, putting a bun in someone’s hair, or driving to and from the dance studio. She lives outside Detroit with her husband and two daughters.

Melanie is the USA Today bestselling author of the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, MAN CANDY, AFTER WE FALL, IF YOU WERE MINE, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s.

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About David:

For David Romanov, STRONG ENOUGH is to a great extent autobiographical. Born in Russia and raised in Europe, he landed in the United States at the age of 24, where he learned a lot about cultural differences between East and West. David firmly believes in ‘The One’ and learning through love. When he isn’t traveling or educating Melanie in Russian culture, he enjoys books and the company of his husband and dog in Los Angeles.

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Just Until Morning by Dani Wyatt

 

Coming June 28th
Taking what he wants has never been a second thought for Lincoln Kirk. His empire of private, high stakes poker rooms has brought him everything he thought he wanted in this life. Until it didn’t. The moment the lush, blond pixie burst into his life with her Mae West hips and Judy Garland smile, all bets were off.

Holli Holliday works a poker room like a swan on a still lake. Gliding through life on a hustle is what’s gotten her this far. Her dreams for the future don’t include poker and worrying about back rent, but she needs one more good score before she can take back the reins on her runaway life.

To settle a debt, Lincoln Kirk offers Holli the option of staying with him just until morning. Can one night turn into forever? Or will dangerous plans for starting a new life end one of theirs?

Author’s Note: Toss your chips on the pile because you are in for a long night. This sweet novella will steam your wrinkles flat and have you stacking the deck rooting for these two. It’s love at first sight, straight to the sticky bits with a happily ever after that will leave you swooning.
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Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA — any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani’s private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.
She’s a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.
When she’s not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can’t have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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Tycoon by Katy Evans

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Tycoon by Katy Evans
Publication Date: June 20th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Tycoon, an all-new standalone from Katy Evans is available now!!!

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He wasn’t always this rich. This hot. This difficult.

Aaric Christos was a guy who protected me. Wanted me. Maybe even loved me.

That man is gone.

In his place is the most powerful real estate tycoon in the city.

He’s a cold, ruthless, aggressive businessman.

The only one who can save me and my startup from ruin.

It takes every ounce of courage to put my pride aside and ask for his help.

I didn’t expect him to offer it easily.

And he doesn’t.

Instead, he vets me harder than he’s vetted anyone.

Don’t invest in what you don’t know, he says.

He’s assessing every piece of me, to the point I’ve never felt so bare.

I yearn for the boy I once knew, whose touch once craved me.

Putting it all on the line will be worth it, I tell myself.

Until I realize—too late—that some risks are not worth taking.

Excerpt:

I hop off the train and walk several walks to his building.

It’s a brownstone in Park Avenue, one of the most elite of the elite spaces in town.

My lungs feel a little bit overworked from awe as I head up the steps to the double doors, grateful that I came dressed to kill in a little black dress, a jacket, and pumps. Simple, but effective.

See, I may be feeling a little awkward, but at least I don’t look it.

I’m greeted by his maid. She’s dressed in black and white, her hair drawn back in a neat bun, her expression stoic and formal as she leads me down the hall to a gorgeous study.

I catch my breath when I notice all the books and shelves.

It’s like a reader’s paradise in here. There’s a sleek chrome bar, a modern mahogany glass-topped desk, and two huge whiskey-colored leather chairs that almost swallow me up when I’m instructed to wait in one.

I drum my fingers, inhaling the scent of leather and wine, remembering a guy I knew with his mechanic navy-blue uniform, black streaks on his jaw, his big nose always the first thing you’d see, which was a pity because he had beautiful eyes and a really sinful pair of lips.

He’s living in luxury now. Wow. Good for him.

I hear footsteps approaching and the little hair on my arms prick at attention. My head turns as a tall, dark figure steps into the room, and the most intimidating guy I’ve ever seen enters and crosses the room toward the desk. He walks like he’s the shit…his strides proud and composed, elegant and powerful.

Christos, I hear myself breathe in surprise.

He’s so tall now…six three, at least. Dirty-blonde hair, gold-green eyes, chiseled jaw, and a gorgeous profile.

All in black, he looks very much a New Yorker.

He’s wearing a black jacket, black pants, and a black turtleneck beneath the jacket…

I stare at him, my jaw hanging a little bit open. The man is….all man. Testosterone. Muscles. Height. Width. My chest hurts all of a sudden because I realize…

The boy you knew is gone.

I force myself to stand. “Thank you for seeing me.”

He heads to the bar to pour two drinks, then he prowls over, takes the whiskey leather chair across from mine and leans forward, pushing a glass of cognac with one finger across a small table, toward me.

And he waits.

In silence.

But my stomach dips as if he’d said something ultra-sexy and decadent.

“You might not remember me, I’m sorry to be reaching out like this,” I say, nervous.

“What do you want?”

There’s a pleasant shiver as he speaks. Recognition of his voice, even though it’s far deeper than I remember.

“I was told you sometimes invest in startups.”

“I’d say more than sometimes.” He raises his eyebrows as if I should’ve done my homework better.

Ugh, Bryn! Focus! Be SMART! Make yourself and your business irresistible! A silence settles as he eyes me, slowly setting his drink down as he leans forward and finally, unexpectedly, smiles. At me.

It’s just a smile.

But the world tilts under its impact.

“Hello, little bit.” Amusement touches his gaze as he tilts his head and watches me. “You know, I’d think you’d have grown up the ten-plus years since I last saw you. At least an inch.” He leans back in his seat, seemingly displeased. Wow, this guy is not the lanky kid I knew once. This guy oozes danger.

Every ounce of “boy” is gone. Oh God. For a moment I wish that we could go back in time and I could discuss my startup with the guy I knew before.

But time travel is not really my talent, and it seems like I have yet to see if I even have any special talents at all—depending on what this guy thinks.

“I grew two in width,” I shock myself saying.

He laughs then, his eyes drinking me in openly.

“Shame on you, you’re not trying to see if it’s true?” I ask him, frowning now.

He shrugs casually, his lips curved at the corners. “I can’t help it. Something has to have changed.”

“Why?”

“Because nothing good ever lasts. Even you, little bit.” A smile touches those unforgettable gold-green eyes.

A shiver runs through me. Because…

Christos recognized me.

“I can tell you’re as incorrigible as ever.” I shake my head, but I’m smiling, truly just relieved that he recognized me.

“I try to be,” he purrs dangerously.

I’m feeling warm all of a sudden. I can’t believe I’m staring at him so much, but it’s like I cannot take my eyes away. He looks achingly familiar, but at the same time, so different I cannot help but stare and track the differences in his features. The way his jaw squared out even more, the way his body filled out with hard, lean muscles that shift and ripple beneath his expensive designer clothes. I cannot believe that this is a guy I knew once.

He seems to silently be taking in my changes too, his keen stare allowing me to see that he seems to approve of it all. Even the dress I’m wearing. “You changed enough for the both of us,” I blurt.

“Really. How so?” he asks.

“You grew into your nose.”

“Really?” He chuckles as if despite himself.

“Width and height too. Quite a bit,” I add.

“Anything else,” he prods, one eyebrow rising.

“You learned how to dress.”

He looks down at his black suit. “This old thing?” He grins, then shifts forward, sobering up. “What can I do for you, Bryn? Considering I’m rather surprised to see you here, I’m eager for you to satiate my curiosity.” His stare becomes keen.

“So am I. I didn’t expect to be here,” I admit, and for a moment when I look into his eyes, all I see is someone I’ve seen before. Someone who belonged in my life long ago. “You know when you had that misplaced crush on me and told me one day I’d know what it felt like to throw pebbles at someone’s window wanting them to open? I’m sort of throwing rocks here.”

“Not to sing me a love song,” he says flatly, his eyes shuttering.

“No. Well, you know that was never….I mean…” Don’t bring up your rejection of him, Bryn! “It’s for something better. Business.”

“Go on.”

“I knew that’d get you.” I smile privately. “So it’s true your love is money now.”

“She gives back what I put in. Though her ass isn’t as juicy as I like,” he says nonchalantly.

“Wow. No matter how polished you look, your mouth is still as crude as ever.”

“Thank you,” he purrs, his eyes grinning at me.

I laugh. Then I sober up and realize he’s waiting for me to speak. “I’m looking for money for my startup,” I say.

“How much.”

“One hundred thousand.”

“I don’t invest less than a million.” He twirls his whiskey in his glass, eyeing the liquid.

“Well then, I’ll ask for a million.”

He raises his brows, setting his glass down. “It’s not how much you want to ask for, it’s how much the company’s worth.” Eyebrows up, he skewers me with a cold, intimidating look.

“It’ll be worth more than a million, trust me,” I bluff.

“Good for you. Except…” he leans back with a rustle of clothes, every athletic inch of his black-clad body flowing sinuously like a feline with the move, “considering that has yet to happen and I’ll need to trust you on that, my trust needs to be earned.”

This version of Christos is even more intimidating than the old one, unfortunately.

I try to hide it, keeping my voice as level as possible. “How does one earn your trust?”

“I’d tell you if I were interested, but I’m not exactly sure that I am.” He eyes me as if debating in silence.

This guy is the only guy in the world that unnerves me in this way, and I can’t seem to slow the fast pounding of my heart in my chest as I try to remember what I came here to say.

“I have a full presentation for you. I’m not taking no for an answer.” I reach into my briefcase.

“Darling. Are you ready?”

I start at the female voice and glance at a gorgeous woman striding into the study. Christos continues looking at me as he stands and reaches for the cell phone the woman extends out.

“We’re done here,” he answers her as he pockets the phone, his gaze remaining on me.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.” She leans up and kisses his jaw, her hands proprietary on his chest, then sends me a woman-to-woman claiming look, before she swishes away, all glittering jewels and lean body.

There’s a silence as he approaches, and for a second all I can hear is the sound of a toilet flushing, taking my only opportunity with a possible investor away.

“I’ll think about it,” he says.

“Christos.”

“I said I’ll think about it,” he says from the door.

“Please do,” I say as he exits the room. I cup the sides of my mouth, “I’ll be back tomorrow. Same time?” I say jokingly.

I’m surprised when I hear footsteps returning. He pauses when our eyes meet. “I’ll make contact,” he says, raising his eyebrows meaningfully, “If I’m interested in hearing more.” He nods. “Nice to see you, Bryn.”

“Nice to see you. Christos.”

Well, that went sort of awful.

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Review by Paula:

Bryn is trying to start her own business and ends up going to a company that Aaric a guy from her past owns. Bryn shut down Aaric in the past but Aaric is determined to prove that he’s a changed man. Until one day it all explodes. Will Aaric gives is all or Bryn or will it all come tumbling down? A great romance that has you smiling and laughing at how Bryn is such a awkward gal. Then Aaric the man is a hottest overload with a touch of sweetness. I do hope there is more to there story. 4 Stars

 

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Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.

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Full Count by Lynn Stevens

Title: Full Count
Series: Westland University Series
Author: Lynn Stevens
Genre: NA Sports Romance 
Release Date: June 19, 2017
Anyone who says they’re having the worst day hasn’t met me. My girlfriend cheated, I blew out my knee, and probably trashed my chance of going pro. All in one day. Then my jerk professor tells I’m almost on academic probation.

 


 

Awesome. Now I get to find a tutor. 

Enter Mallory Fine, quiet, a little intense, and my kind of gorgeous. Who also happens to hate baseball and any guy who plays it. 

Hello, curiosity. 

I tell myself this will be nothing more than a tutoring relationship. I’m a liar. I want this girl. How hard can her secrets be to unravel? It might be a challenge, but so is getting back on the ball field and I’m determined to make that happen—no matter the cost.

Review by Susan:
When I started reading this I thought it would be your usual boy meets girl story, but it was much more than that. It took me by surprise that it had such a serious undertone running through it, it makes you think about the pressure athletes are under from their families and when injured to heal quick and get back to what they were before being injured. I also wasn’t expecting Mallory’s past to be what it was, it explains why she was so closed off to Aaron but I wish she had let him in sooner. I really liked Aaron, he was so patient with Mallory, going at her pace. He made one stupid mistake, trusted the wrong person and paid a life altering price. Mallory was a likeable character but I lost patience with her toward the end! I enjoyed the story, I read it in one sitting and thought about it long after I finished reading it. The ending was not what I expected either but it fit the feel of the book. 4.5 Stars!

 

“Hey,” I said, drawing her attention back to me.

She tried to soften her expression, but her eyes darted back to the game. “I just wanted to apologize for earlier. One of the freshmen had a meltdown that would rival Three Mile Island.”

 

“Three mile what?” I asked, searching my brain and coming up empty. “Wait isn’t that an Eminem song?”


 

“Dr. Monroe was right, you didn’t pay attention in class today.” She shook her head as a grin lifted her cheeks.

 

Mallory: What makes you think I’m reading anything?

 

I chuckled quietly.


 

Me: Just a hunch. 

 

 

 

Mallory: Don’t judge me, but it’s a romance.

 

 

 

Me: A romance? Let me guess, a hot teacher falls for a sexy baseball player?

 

 

 

Mallory: It’s not a book of advice.


Shaking off the feeling of disappointing my father again, I took my computer out of my bag and powered up. The first email I saw was from MFine. I laughed at Mallory’s last name. She was pretty fine with that pixie face and hair a guy could get lost in. I opened it and smiled.

 

Dear Mr. Betts,

 

I hope you made it back to campus without any problems. We will meet in the library on the third floor by the microfiche. Nobody uses those except history majors and the area is always quiet. I’d like to meet on Mondays at three, Wednesdays at five, and Fridays at three. Our sessions will go no longer than an hour and a half; although I doubt we will need that entire time. Most of my tutoring sessions only last an hour, but I always schedule in extra time in case we hit a particularly difficult stretch. If these times are not going to work for you, please let me know immediately.

 

Sincerely,
M. Fine

I hit respond, amused by her formality. It was like talking to a character out of one of Chelsea’s silly historical romances. Not that I would know anything about that. Okay, not that I’d ever admit to reading one. Once. 

Dear Ms. Fine,

 

Those times are acceptable. For now. In a few weeks, I’ll start physical therapy so we may need to make adjustments depending on the doctor. Is there anything you want me to bring to the sessions?


Sincerely,
Aaron #4
I waited less than a minute for a response.

 


 

Dear Mr. #4,

 

Bring your books and your brain.
Leave your brain, and we may need the entire hour and a half.
Mallory
Maybe this girl wasn’t as stiff as she pretended to be.
Lynn Stevens flunked out of college writing her first novel. Yes, she still has it and no, you can’t read it. Surprisingly, she graduated with honors at her third school. A former farm girl turned city slicker, Lynn lives in the Midwest where she drinks coffee she can’t pronounce and sips tea when she’s out of coffee. When she’s out of both, just stay away.

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Maldeamores (Lovesick) by Mara White

Maldeamores (Lovesick)

by Mara White
Publication Date: June 22, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Taboo, Romance

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Belén: I’ve loved Luciano ever since I can remember, desired him before I even knew what it meant. He’s always been the only man in my life—my constant protector, and his rejection only intensifies my need.

Luciano: I’ve never known a love more fierce than the one I feel for Belén. But I force myself to deny her no matter how much it hurts.

Our love is a sickness and both of us are infected.

Because there’s no cure for being from the same family.

Review by Paula:

You don’t get to pick who you fall in love with. This book is very taboo but it ate at my heart. Belen and Luciano have been around each other since they were born and eventually things start to get awkward because there cousins and really shouldn’t be feeling the way they do. Luciano tries to stay away does everything possible to forget about Belen. A heartache taboo romance with lots of angst and feels. 5 Stars

 

About Mara White

Mara White is a contemporary romance and erotica writer who laces forbidden love stories with hard issues, such as race, gender and inequality. She holds an Ivy League degree but has also worked in more strip clubs than even she can remember. She is not a former Mexican telenovela star contrary to what the tabloids might say, but she is a former ballerina and will always remain one in her heart. She lives in NYC with her husband and two children and yes, when she’s not writing you can find her on the playground.

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Touch: The Complete Series by Cara Dee

Review by Paula:
Love daddy books and hot bdsm books? Then this is one hot kink feast  for you. Different couples meet at Touch the bdsm club some want a daddy. Some are even mixed up with there sexuality. Some are living two different lives and want what they know they shouldn’t. 6 different books filled with hotness overload. Its like going to a sex club looking into people’s lives seeing behind the scenes and more. A great bundle for anyone curious about bdsm. I think my favorite story was Touch to surrender I love how Mark was with Brayden and taught him to love himself and stop worrying about what other people think. 4 Stars
A touch can take many forms. It can be hard, soft, cold, hot, pleasurable, sadistic…much like kink. In Touch, several kinks take their turn in the spotlight, exhibited by men and women trying to find their way in life.

Meet Nicholas Ford, club owner and Dominant, and explore the world of Daddy Doms and Littles when he meets Kayla, a little submissive he’s inexplicably drawn to but isn’t allowed to touch. Mark Cooper works the bar in his friend’s fetish club, and one night he gets the challenge he’s been waiting for served up on a mouthwatering platter. He’s to introduce newbies Brayden and Evangeline to BDSM, quickly discovering they’re both submissive—quickly getting himself attached, too. Only a couple issues: he’s a tad emotionally jaded from his recent divorce, and Brayden struggles with his sexuality.

Rio Kelly all but abandoned the lifestyle when a brief encounter with a runaway girl changed everything. Ten years later, he sees Chelsea again, and the high-protocol sub is looking for a strict Owner. While navigating unchartered waters with a Master who’s grown cynical and resigned, Chelsea befriends Dylan, a young guy going through his own relationship problems. Dylan’s Daddy Dom isn’t like most others. Cade Kingsley is rough around the edges but wears his heart on his sleeve. Together with Dylan and Gabriella, they try to patch something together that’s just for them. By any means necessary, a few kinky hearts need to be mended.

Touch originally consisted of six novellas and novels. Look but Don’t Touch, Twice the Touch, A Touch to Surrender, A Touch of Trouble, Comforting Touch, and Touching Ink have now been reworked and prettied up for the relaunch, but not without some brand spankin’ new material. Along with the original stories, a dozen outtakes, future takes, and epilogue have been added, including demos, a new novella, and more kinky fun.
All to make the complete Touch your not-so-little black book of kink.
Greg from Touching Truth

I have more money than they do. Greater success. A bigger home, a nicer car, the latest technology… Yet, they’re the ones who are smiling, goofing around, and living life to the fullest.
I see it every time I come here, and I always have to pause before I enter their bar. A hole-in-the-wall kind of place I normally wouldn’t set a foot inside. Hell, I shouldn’t even be in this neighborhood, which happens to be San Francisco’s gay district.
Ryan Quinn runs his bar with the familiar ease of a man who’s always on top of things. He’s friendly though constantly assessing, comes off as lethal and intimidating, and can flash the kindest grins as well as the most wolfish smirks. His chiseled body is battered and full of tattoos and scars, the latter serving as reminders of his years in the Marines.
He’s got an easy two decades on his impish wife. Angel works alongside him in the bar, and she can’t be more than twenty-two or twenty-three. She’s short, soft, and curvy where he’s imposing, hard, and immense. Her green eyes meet his steel gray eyes, and they quirk smirks at each other. They worship one another. He throws a wineglass her way, which she catches before opening a bottle for a patron.
When he passes her, he catches a wisp of blond hair that’s escaped her cheeky pigtails and drops a kiss to her neck. She’s dyed the tips of her hair pink.
The envy burns hotly within me.
The envy is new.
Straightening my tie, I clear my throat and square my shoulders. Let’s at least pretend I have some composure before they take it away from me—again. Twice a month, like clockwork. I always come back for more, because I am a weak fucking excuse for a man.
I take a deep breath, then open the door and enter the establishment. Memorabilia from the Marines, a sports team or two, and political messages fill the walls. Fucking liberals. Breathe a word of anything conservative around them, and they’ll string you up by the balls. I would know.
Considering it’s early, only a handful of customers are here, and they’re gathered along the bar. The five tables and the dart area stand empty until people get off work.
Ryan sees me first and greets me with a lazy grin.
Angel, the little girl with the most deceptive name known to man, smirks deviously. “Hello, pet.”
I suppress a shiver and choose a mild scowl instead. I absolutely loathe being called that in front of others, and she damn well knows it.

Kayla from Touch of Trouble
Each slide of Daddy’s big cock inside me is like feeding me Viagra for girls; I’m soaking wet, and there’s nothing I can do about it. But the pinches, the rough squeezes, and the sharp nips of his teeth…they always confuse me. A part of me needs it, and even wants it, but another part doesn’t. I’m swimming in indecision, which leaves me vulnerable and easier for him to dominate. It’s what ultimately makes me yield.
In a final effort, I try to push him away. I shove at his shoulders and claw at his skin. He tries to kiss me, and I turn away and snarl at him.
“Feisty little baby slut, aren’t you?” He hisses in my ear, sending tingles down my spine. “I think I’ve let you be a brat for too long, Kayla.” The hand that isn’t restraining my own hands slides under me and cups my butt. “Haven’t I told you that I will always take care of you? Haven’t I told you that I’ll do what’s best for you?” He lets out a gritty moan as he continues to pump into me. “Yet, for the past few days…you’ve questioned me, begged me, been manipulative…”
A hard squeeze to one of my butt cheeks makes me cry out. Tears well up in my eyes. He sees it, but he remains ruthless and relentless.
“Handling a little brat can be fun,” he whispers, “but I want my precious sweetheart back now.” With that, he takes me even harder.
Pain mingles with more pleasure as he begins to stroke my clit. Then more pain. Bites, harsh thrusts. More pleasure. He sucks on my nipples, his tongue swirling and teasing. Pain. His entire body presses down on me.
The brat in me whimpers in defeat and pulls back.
“Would I ever let anyone hurt you?”
“No…” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth. “But, Daddy—”
“No buts.” He claims my mouth in a hard kiss and moans. “Trust me, Kayla. When we’re in Oregon, trust me to take care of you and keep you happy.” I flush with heat, and his reassurances finally settle in. “Work with me instead of against me. If you struggle…we both know Daddy will fuck the fight out of you.”

Chelsea from Comforting Touch
I narrow my eyes at her. “Who’re we listening in on?”
Kayla blinks innocently, which is total bullshit. A part of me is already annoyed ’cause I know she wouldn’t be this urgent unless it was about Rio.
I hiss. “Is Nicholas in there with Rio?”
Leaving her coyness—and patience, I guess—behind, she snarls and pushes me toward the door to the office.
Part annoyed…part fucking intrigued…it doesn’t take much for me to glue half my face to the door, and Kayla follows with glee sparking up her light blues.
“…would’ve told you sooner,” Nicholas is saying, chuckling, “had you only been answering your phone.”
Kayla shoots me a superior look, as if to say I’m not the only one immature enough to dodge calls.
“I still can’t believe it.” Rio sounds…tired. Tired and aggravated. “It’s fucking with my head.” To hear him speak again is indescribable. There’s no forgetting that accent. Mostly American, the nondescript kind we get on TV, but with a hint of Australian and Irish. “Nick, I…I don’t want her here.”
I recoil as if I’ve been slapped and take a couple steps back.
It feels like I’ve been slapped.
I’m not arrogant, but I’m not stupid, either. Of course he’s talking about me.
Kayla appears irritated, hopefully on my behalf, but then she widens her eyes and quickly waves me forward again. She points to the door.
So I sigh and listen again, even though I’d rather go home and eat ice cream until I pass out.
“She’s the reason you left the scene, isn’t she?”
What? Why would—
“No,” Rio growls.
“Easy, tiger,” I mutter.
Nicholas laughs. “I’m sorry, my friend, but this is hilarious. And sad. We both are. You know, I went through this exact same thing with Amand—”
“She’s not the bloody reason,” Rio replies angrily. “I don’t know what the fuck happened back then, but…” He lets out another growl, and a thump follows.
“No need to take out your anger on my furniture,” Nicholas says mildly. “I won’t leave Liam watching over Kayla much longer, so unless there’s something else…?”
I arch a brow at Kayla. You’re in trouble, girl.
She shrugs, although there’s a little wince, too.
“So she’s staying,” Rio states flatly. “She lives here now.”
Sorry to disappoint, asshole.

I’m often stoically silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.
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