A letter brought them together, but will its message also tear them apart? When international businessman, Patrick MacQuoid, finds a letter in the back of his desk, he knows he must find its’ mysterious author. Rachel Teague thought her past was finally behind her, a fresh start, and a new career. When a mysterious gentleman enters her life – she thinks things are finally on the right track. He’s strong, handsome and has a brogue that melts her heart and a hard body that makes her pulse race - finally, a light at the end of a long and dark tunnel. But, some things don’t like staying in the past. Some shadows aren’t so easily chased away by a little light - even as bright as Patrick. Jennifer Gavran is an emerging author, who's debut novel “Trust In Me” is the first novel in her erotic series “Kiss & Don't Tell”. She resides in California where she is married to the love of her life and raises their children. When not writing or reading, she enjoys baking, hunting and shooting. She volunteers in the community and in her children's classrooms when she is not writing her newest romance. HOSTED BY:
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Full of romance, intrigue, emotion and passion, Silver Dove is the concluding part to Craig and Amberâs story that began in Silver Lining. After the chaos of their early relationship and with their history of broken pasts behind them, Craig and Amber prepare to say âI Doâ on their Happily Ever After. Life rarely runs to plan though. Amber has fought long and hard to bury her fears and become a stronger person, but when old feelings resurface and tragedy strikes, it takes an intervention from Craig to prove her doubts are unfounded and to believe in love and hope. Just when they think they are at a point where they can be happy and move forward together, the pair find themselves fighting obstacles and difficulties that will truly test the strength of their bond. Can Amber gather the strength to fight against the forces trying to destroy her? Will Craig keep his promises of remaining truthful? As a couple are they tough enough to battle through these turbulent times and emerge stronger than ever? Prologue Amber â Age 7 âI canât do it, James. I just canât do it.â My plimsoll clad foot kicked out at my pink and silver bike that was, yet again, lying in a scratched up mess next to me. âItâs stupid and Iâll never get the hang of it,â I huffed and dropped my forehead onto my scraped and throbbing knee. James, my older brother by six years, crouched down beside me. âHey, donât beat yourself up kiddo. Youâll get this, I promise,â he reassured me in that soft, calming tone of his that was reserved only for me. âWhat is it Mum says⦠If at first you donât succeed-â âYeah, yeah, yeah,â I mumbled cutting him off. I used Jamesâs outstretched hand to help pull me to my feet and then reluctantly reached down to pick my bike up for the fiftieth time that day. For three weeks James had been trying to teach me how to ride my bike without stabilizers. The trouble was I had no sense of balance and as soon as he let go of my seat I would wobble, panic and then fall off. Of course the other boys down the street always thought it was funny and would stand there and laugh at me. That just made me more nervous, knowing they were watching, and so I could never just relax like James wanted me to do. âThis time Ambs, Iâm not going to tell you when I let go, okay? Ignore the idiots and focus on keeping your handlebars straight and your eyes forward. You can do this. I know you can do this.â I looked up at James as I climbed on the bike and smiled. James always made me smile. It didnât matter what was happening, how sad or angry I got, James always made me smile. He was more than just my big brother, he was my hero. âAre you ready?â he called out as I grabbed the handlebars and focused on old Mr Petersonâs yucky brown car parked down the street. With my eyes narrowed and focused on my target, I started peddling. James ran with me shouting out words of encouragement as I sped up with a determination that this time I would make it, I would ride my bike all by myself. I can do this. I can do this, I kept repeating to myself as I got nearer to the old car. âKeep going, Ambs, you can do it,â James shouted but he sounded too quiet, in the distance. I immediately sensed he wasnât holding onto the back of my seat anymore and began to wobble. No, no, no Amber, you will not fall again. I tried, I really tried to keep those handlebars straight and make sure I sat up upright to keep my balance but as soon as Soot, Mrs McGreggors Scottish terrier, ran up to the gate and started yapping, my concentration faltered and I fell. My bike crashed to the ground, again, and I landed with a thud. A jagged stone cut into my knee and the pain was so bad I burst into tears, crying like a baby. Simon and Eric were sitting on Ericâs wall laughing at me as I sat there sobbing, embarrassed Iâd fallen yet again, angry at myself for having fallen yet again, and in pain from scraping my knees, yet again. James ran up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. âWhat are you two laughing at?â he growled and they immediately shut up. âWe, um, just-â Eric stuttered. âShut up! If I hear you, either of you, laughing at my kid sister again I swear I will punch you so hard. You hear me?â I peered out the corner of my eye as both Simon and Eric swallowed hard and with wide eyes nodded their heads. They knew not to mess with James. They knew he would follow through on his promise. âGood! Come on Ambs, letâs get you indoors. I think youâve had enough for today.â James helped me to my feet, wiped my tears and, pulling my bike along by the handlebars he walked me back home. âWhat happened to you?â Mum said rushing over to me when we stepped indoors and she heard my sobbing. âShe fell again.â I hiccupped on a sob as Mum lifted me onto the counter and inspected my scraped knees. âSheâs getting better though, right Ambs?â James continued. I didnât agree. I couldnât. I wasnât sure I would ever be able to pick it up. âWait there sweetie, let me get some antiseptic and plasters and make you all better.â Mum smiled brightly and rubbed my cheek before walking off to get the first aid kit. I hiccupped again and swung my legs against the cupboards. âWhen I grow up, I want a husband just like you.â James laughed. âOh yeah? Like what? Handsome and strong?â I shook my head. âNo, nice. I want a husband who helps me up when I fall down and who will shout at the mean boys who laugh at me.â Jamesâs laughter stopped and he looked at me like I was his sun, lighting up his world. âAnd you will sweetheart. You will,â Mum said returning with a smile and the first aid box. EJ Shortall was born and raised in London, England where she currently still lives with her teenage son. Having worked in education for the better part of 12 years, EJ decided a change was needed and, following a moment of inspiration, she decided to put pen to paper and start writing her first novel, Silver Lining. Not content with just the one, she continued with book two and hopes to write many more. She has always enjoyed reading, but found it was mostly just a holiday extravagance. Then she discovered a certain worldwide best seller, and that was it she was hooked. Reading quickly became an obsession and she couldnât devour books fast enough. The books on her shelves and reading device range from sweet, Young Adult romances, to smoldering erotic encounters. Aside from reading and writing, EJ also enjoys amateur photography and cake decorating. âI am on one amazing roller coaster ride at the moment, meeting new and wonderful people, discovering new music gems to integrate into my stories, and learning so many new skills. I canât wait to see where this journey takes me.â If you would like to join E.J. on her journey, please follow or contact her. She would love to hear from you! HOSTED BY: Working in the homicide division of the Detroit Police Department, has made Angelo Baldoni, a third generation officer, pretty much immune to the depths of depravity seen in his years on the force. When a young woman is brutally murdered, the case of Hope Cooper can change the course of his life. Hope, an outgoing young woman with everything going for her, lost it all the night that she was faced with the vicious eyes of a murderer. Stuck in limbo, Hope is confused and scared, trying to right the wrong done to her. Able to visit people in their dreams, Hope latches onto Angelo in hopes he can catch her killer. Angelo was raised with a strong belief in the afterlife and the dreams of Hope donât go unnoticed. With the help of his partner, Bobby, he aims to catch the killer before he strikes again. However, a cold case causes Angelo's past to merge with Hopeâs case. Will he keep his feelings at bay to find the murderer? Or will it be too late? Prologue ~HOPE~ I hate this ankle biting Yorkie as much as I hate its owner. If I could, Iâd get rid of this client, but any business is good business, right? I own a mobile pet grooming company, Squeaky Clean, and so far itâs doing well. But today, Iâm thanking everything thatâs holy that as soon as I drop off Jeanie Costaâs Yorkshire terrier, Iâm done for the day. I usually enjoy walking the dogs down Hines Drive because it's one of the last truly beautiful areas left in the Detroit area. After everything thatâs happened, Iâm always looking over my shoulder because I feel like Iâm being watched. Hines Drive doesnât calm me like it usually does, and I find myself rushing the dog so we can get out of here. With the sound of footsteps behind me, fear settles in my soul, causing me to start pulling the dog along. âOh my God, will you just pee already!â I scream at the dog when it stops for the millionth time. Fear hits me full force and Iâm about to just pick up the damn dog and run when Gigi growls. A large, calloused hand grips my shoulder and spins me around. I swing my arms, trying like hell to strike my attacker, but hit nothing but air. As soon as I recognize him, anger quickly replaces fear. âFuck! You scared me half to death!â âIâm sorry, Hope. I didnât mean to startle you,â he says, looking away. âWhat are you doing in this area, anyway? You donât live around here.â The hair on the back of my neck is standing up and a frisson of disquiet travels down my spine. I mean, what are the odds that heâd be on the same street as me, when neither of us lives in this area? âI canât wait any longer,â he whispers. âWhat?â I choke out, uneasiness creeping into my gut. I look around and realize there is not a single person or car in sight. Smart move, Hope. Put yourself in a dangerous situation by not paying attention to your surroundings. âIâm done waiting for you.â He lunges toward me, the black metal butt of a pistol gripped in his raised hand. He hits me on the head with such force that I actually see stars and feel incredible pain shoot through my temple. The momentum of the blow makes me think my brain shifted in my skull. I stumble backward, and the last thing I see is Gigi biting my attackerâs leg. ****** As I regain consciousness, Iâm petrified when I canât see my surroundings. When my eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, it becomes evident that Iâm no longer outside, and Iâve been hogtied. I can feel the bile rise in the back of my throat as I glance around the room. The painted walls are yellowed and peeling. An old, battered wooden chair is nearby, and a dented bucket sits off in the corner. Itâs the mattress that does me in, stained from top to bottom with a piss-covered top that reeks of decay. I take a few deep breaths and swallow back the rising vomit in my throat. Itâs finally happened; that psycho finally kept his promises. As my heart and breathing quicken, Iâm too scared to think straight. I force myself to take calming breaths so I can try and figure out how to get out of here. I try to get a better idea of my location, but all thatâs visible is a window, most of the glass covered with boards. A loud shattering sound echoes from the next room, reminding me that Iâm not alone. Pretending Iâm still out, I hear heavy footsteps approaching and sense my stalker standing over me. He bends down and runs his fingers through my hair in an intimate gesture. âIâve loved you forever, Hope; I wish you could see that.â He grabs a handful of my hair and seeing me wince seems to piss him off. Apparently realizing I was faking, he pulls me by my hair to the edge of the mattress and slams my head to the floor. It makes a sickening thud sound as it hits followed by an instant, nauseating throbbing. Warm liquid, probably my blood, drips down the side of my face into my mouth. The metallic taste fuels my fearâand my anger. I thrash against the bindings in an attempt to free myself but only manage to cause the filthy rope to dig deeper into my wrists and ankles, leaving me raw and bleeding. âI waited so long for you, baby, but you never gave me a chance. I do so many nice things for you, and you donât even have the manners to say thank you.â He turns to look at me, venom in his eyes. I stop struggling as I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts and possibly ease the throbbing. I hope my fear is not evident to him. Deep breaths, Hope, youâve to get a grip if you want to live. âIâm sorry. I didnât know it was you. Why didnât you tell me?â âWhat difference does it make? You donât give a shit either way.â He starts to pace and seems to become more agitated. He fists his hands into his dark hair, pulling on the ends. I twist my left wrist, wincing in pain from the rope digging into my abraded flesh, but I feel the rope slowly giving way. Every time he glances in my direction, I freeze as my fear creeps higher. Iâm praying he doesnât notice what Iâm doing. âI never wanted it to end this way, but you have left me with no other choice. I canât keep watching you every day, knowing you wonât be mine.â He stops pacing to look at me, pulls a roll of duct tape out of his jacket pocket as he saunters over to me twirling the roll around his finger with an evil smirk on his face. âPlease donât do this.â Tears are streaming down my face. âIâll do anything you want. Please. Iâm sorry. I didnât know sooner; let me make it up to you.â I try to sound genuine, but fear overcomes me and my words sound shaky and unsure. âMAKE IT UP TO ME?â he yells. âItâs too late for empty promises, Hope. Just shut the fuck up. I wonât listen to your bullshit anymore.â Before I can even open my mouth, he slaps me in the face so hard my head whips back. The sound of my neck cracking reverberates throughout the room. The force of the blow causes my jaw to clamp down so hard I bite into my tongue, the blood pooling in my mouth. He kneels down to get eye level with me, and I spit the mixture of blood and saliva in his face. âYou bitch!â He rises up and wipes his face. Finally pulling a hand free, I punch him as hard as I can in the groin. Grabbing his crotch, he falls sideways with a loud groan, writhing in pain. Frantically kicking my legs free, knowing my life depends on getting away, I run to the door, throw it open, and come face to face with complete darkness. My heart racing, I pick a direction and pray itâs the right one. âHope, get back here!â he yells. Shit, heâs getting up. I dodge into a room as he stumbles out, crashing into a table, causing him to yell in pain. âWhere the fuck are you? When I find you, so help me God, youâll be sorry, bitch,â he growls. Looking around the moonlit room I spot what looks like a small closet. I get in, moving the nasty, ratty clothing that still hangs there aside and close the door behind me. Pressing myself up against the wall, the only sounds are my heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. âI know youâre here, you canât hide from me, you stupid slut.â His voice gets louder and I know heâs only seconds from entering the room. My panic reaches new heights as I push myself to the back of the closet and close my eyes like a child. If I canât see him then he canât see meâ¦right? Suddenly, the door flies open and I cover my mouth to silence my scream. Grabbing the first limb he sees, he yanks my battered body from the small enclosure, knocking the wind out of me as my back slams against the hardwood floor. âAh ha, gotcha bitch,â he laughs. âNow itâs time to pay for being such a whore and teasing me all the time.â Placing his foot on my neck, holding me in place, I gasp for air. He jerks my arms behind my back, nearly dislocating my shoulder. My struggling doesnât deter him, and he ties the ropes tighter than he did the first time. âJust stop fighting this, Hope.â When I continue to try and get free, he sneers and punches me in the face. Blood gushes from my nose, mixing with the dark pools that flow from my mouth and head. My face throbs and my tongue burns from the salt in my tears as he finishes his work, quickly leaving me totally at his mercy. Pulling a switchblade out of his scuffed combat boot, he flicks it open, and slowly drags the double-edged blade lightly up my body, stopping when the cold steel touches my cheek, smearing the blood that has continued to run down my face. Closing my eyes tightly, I pray he wonât use it, but I silently begin to say my goodbyes. âYou are so beautiful, Hope. I couldâve given you the world. Can you not see how much I love you, what you mean to me? Do you know how bad it hurts watching you from afar when you should have been mine? DO YOU?â His breathing becomes more ragged as he shoves the knife under my shirt. I hold my breath, knowing where this is going. He cuts through my shirt, the knife razor-sharp, and then makes quick work of my bra, leaving me naked from the waist up. âYou. Are. Mine. Hope. I believe itâs finally time to take whatâs mine.â I start to struggle against the ropes until I feel the edge of the knife at my throat. âMove again, slut, and I will cut your throat end to end and watch the life drain from your body.â Heather Mullins has always loved to read and has been writing poems and stories since childhood. She truly enjoys doing so much with other indie authors and fully supports this outstanding community. She uses her outgoing opinionated personality to help write and run multiple blogs. Heather is a full time student working to get her Bachelors in Human services specializing in substance abuse counseling. Sheâs an Air Force Veteran and enjoyed fighting for her country. Heather supports many different groups that help out other veterans. She is a mother of 3 wonderfully crazy kids and has been married for 13 years. When she isnât playing taxi she is living vicariously through the lives of characters in any number of books. HOSTED BY: Poppy Taylor is a successful hair, makeup, and clothing stylist with a client list packed full of elite musicians, actors, and celebrities. After months of touring with the bands, The Daughters of Darkness and the platinum selling rock group, From Yesterday, one final night changes everything. Will love evade her, as always, or will she find it in the least likely of places, in the arms of a rebellious rocker she never expected? Riley Huntington is the bass guitar player for the rock band, From Yesterday. His bad boy exterior isnât exactly the lifestyle he lives though. With his longtime relationship on the rocks, Riley finds himself alone and full of new feelings for a girl he never saw coming. When life gives him a chance to start fresh, will he take it? When two unlikely people are thrown together during one night of passion, will sparks ignite a long-lasting fire, or will the temporary flame burn out before it ever has a chance to catch? Everything on the guest floor was rattling from the bass of the music blaring throughout the rooms. I was sure that I had drunk close to my weight in tequila alone, not to mention the large number of whiskey shots I had thrown back, but I was still standing and I was feeling good; no, better than good: I was feeling fan-fucking-tastic as I moved my body along with the beat of the rap song that was playing. I threw my hands in the air above my head before bringing them back down, trailing across my body as they went. Sweat was beading across my collarbone as a few drops trailed their way down the valley between my breasts. The melody was enchanting me, making me move provocatively with every beat and I loved it. Grinding my hips from side-to-side, I felt a large body step up to my swaying backside. Most guys were my height or only slightly taller, but whomever was behind me was taller than the average Joe. I continued to rock my hips back and forth as I spun around to face my dancing partner and smiled widely when I took in Rileyâs large frame behind me. He looked as sexy as ever: black jeans hanging loosely on his hips with a plain forest-green shirt stretched tightly across his broad chest. He gripped my hips as I snaked my arms around his neck. When we had first arrived at the party he had disappeared. I had assumed it was just to get ready for the party but when he never returned I had quickly turned to liquor to dull the sting of disappointment Iâd felt. I looked up at him through my lashes as I rubbed my body along his to the beat of the song. Rileyâs hands were still gripping my hips as he rolled his large self along with my rhythm. My liquor-induced bravery was taking control, and I had to struggle to try and tame it. Rileyâs hands pulled me gently until I was completely flush against him and I felt him straining against the zipper of his pants. I drew in a long heavy breath as he moved his hands around my waist and splayed one of them across my ass while resting the other on my back underneath my shirt. His skin was warm against mine. I closed my eyes and took in the feel of his hand moving gently up and down my spine as we continued to sway against one another, and I felt his breath tickle the side of my neck. âYour dancing is as passionate as sin,â his words crawled slowly across my neck causing the skin to rise with goose bumps. I shivered and leaned forward to reply when I heard Jayde yelling for me to do a body shot from across the room. âCome on, Poppy!!!!!! Body shots!!!â her slurring voice called out before the next song started up and Riley took a couple steps back. I watched his electric-blue eyes darken just a little as I called back to Jayde and made my way through the crowd to the long bar that separated the kitchen from the living room. I stumbled a little as I tried to maintain my balance in the shoes I was wearing, but surprisingly I wasnât falling all over the place from the amount of alcohol I had consumed. âHop on up on the bar, itâs your turn!â Jayde spun around and pointed her index finger at my chest. She was so care-free and unbelievably funny when she was sober, but when she was drinking those same attributes about her seemed to grow even more. Jayde was a knockout! I envied her different colored eyes: one green and one blue. It was hard not to look back and forth between them whenever I spoke with her. âAre you crazy?â I placed my hands on my hips and laughed. âIâm almost as long as the bar, Jayde, and all of those alcohol bottles at the end will be in jeopardy if I jump up there,â I laughed again as I twirled my hand around in the air when I felt big hands latch around my waist. âUp you go,â Rileyâs baritone voice was at my ear, sending chills across my skin. I gasped from the unexpected contact as my bottom was placed against the cool wood of the bar. âKeep your legs bent and you wonât knock anything off,â Cash suggested as he grabbed the bottle of tequila, the salt shaker, and a few lime slices. âWhoâs up first?!â He held them up in the air. âMe!â Jayde snatched the items from Cashâs hands. His eyes seemed to darken when she said it. I wasnât sure if it was due to the fact that she was going to be taking a shot off of my body or the fact that he was head-over-heels in love with her and wouldnât admit it. âWhere you taking it from?â I asked as I laid my body across the wood bar. âNavel I suppose. Itâll hold the tequila the best,â Jayde shrugged as she plucked the top from the bottle. I grabbed the hem of my belly shirt and pulled it off. Apparently they werenât expecting that because Cash let out a cat call that had me blushing and Jayde cracking up. Most girls would have been ready to scratch my eyes out if their man whistled at me like Cash had, but not Jayde. It was just another reason why I loved having her as a friend. I was wearing a black lace bra that had studs running across some of the lace on the front of the cups. It was a pretty bra, one of my favsâ¦and apparently a new focal point for Rileyâs eyes. When he realized I was watching him staring at the rise and fall of my chest, a wicked grin spread across his face. Yes, I had a good-sized chest. No, I wasnât born that way. I was the girl that was overly tall but lacking in the boob department. Did I go overboard and get gigantic tits when I got implants? Nope. I went with a full C-cup and you couldnât really tell that they were implants at all unless I had on a massive push-up bra or you felt them. Jayde poured the cool tequila into my navel and I felt my stomach contract from the feel of it. I took a lime slice and placed it in my mouth as she trailed a line of salt up my stomach and between my breasts. âHere goes nothing!â She called out just before she dropped her mouth to my body, licking the salt from between my breast to my navel before she sucked the tequila from my navel swiftly. Her lips were on mine as she sucked the tart juice from the slice of lime resting between my lips. Jayde pulled the lime from my mouth and I sat up enough to brace myself with my elbows against the bar. We definitely had a crowd of observers around us then. I looked over at Riley and felt my heart pick up the pace from its normal steady beat. His electric-blue eyes looked like tiny lightning bolts were going off throughout them. I had never seen him look so intense. It was like something inside of him was ignited and I was hoping I would find out just what that something was. âMy turn!â Cash stepped up but was quickly pushed back by Riley. âI donât think so, lover boy.â Cashâs face fell. âSheâs all mine.â Those three words bounced around inside my head. Sheâs all mine. I knew he meant he was up next for the body shot, but the thought that it could be something more was knocking loud and clear in my mind. I laid back against the bar and felt the chill of tequila fill my navel again as I slid a new slice of lime into my mouth. The grainy feel of the salt was back in the exact same spot as before. I took a deep breath to try and steady my erratic breathing and closed my eyes. There was no way I could watch Riley lick his way down my body, suck tequila from my navel, and drop his lips to mine. The thought of it was erotic enough, but watching him while he did itâ¦that wasnât anything I could handle. His warm breath tickled the skin across my collar bone just before I felt his tongue make its way between my breasts, skipping the area where my bra came around, and continued down to my navel. My body was screaming for more as he sucked the tequila up into his mouth. The loss of his tongue and lips on my skin was devastating, but it quickly subsided as our lips connected, causing an unexpected moan to escape from the back of my throat. Riley squeezed the lime juice from the slice between my lips and discarded it onto the counter before bringing his mouth back to mine. The tart juice of the lime lingered between us as his tongue danced around mine, adding a hint of salt into the mix. The kiss seemed to go on forever, but forever wasnât long enough when Jaydeâs voice broke the spell. âWhoa there, Riley! Give the girl some room to breathe,â she drunkenly laughed and Riley pulled his lips from me as fast as if I had burned him. He didnât say another word before he walked off into the crowd of people dancing and grabbed hold of some brunette that I didnât know. I quickly looked away as I slid down from the bar and put my shirt back on, hoping that the heat of embarrassment that I felt in my cheeks wasnât obvious to everyone else. âWhere ya goinâ?â Jayde asked as she filled a Solo cup and extended her arm to me. âI need some air,â I fanned myself with my hand and took the Bourbon-filled cup from her. I needed to cut myself off, but seeing Riley all over some girl not even five seconds after his tongue was down my throat left a bad taste in my mouth.
From the Most Beautiful Small Town of America & the Bourbon Capital of the World, Bardstown, Kentucky, Savannah Stewart writes Contemporary Romance, New Adult, and Romantic Suspense novels. She is very much a Leo, with one fur baby named, Jack. She's a Book-a-holic who loves music, tattoos, photography, singing, writing, & laughing. One of her favorite quotes is "Love is the beauty of the soul." HOSTED BY: Rock My Body is the fourth and final book in the Black Falcon series and focuses on the Black Falcon bassist, Tyke Douglas. About Rock My Body Tyke Douglas is tired of being the glue that holds the hottest band in the world together. If the rest of the guys are out doing their own thing, then why shouldnât he? Heâs about to turn things up a notch and bring a whole new level of crazy into Black Falconâs world. Francine Mead is putting her sordid past behind her and is determined to help others overcome their demons alongside her. The first step in her new life is taking a job as an addiction counselor, where she can mentor others through their struggles. Francine never expected to be lured back into temptation when her first sexy celebrity client, Tyke Douglas walks through her door. The moment she lays eyes on him, sheâs in trouble. www.hollysredhotreviews.com Both Tyke and Francine know a relationship between them would be a disaster, but with each session, things continue to heat up, making it impossible to deny the connection they share. Boundaries cross, attractions heighten and both of their willpower's will be tested to the very limit. Buy Now About Michelle Michelle A. Valentine is a Central Ohio nurse turned New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of erotic and New Adult romance. Her love of hard-rock music, tattoos, and sexy musicians inspired her erotic BLACK FALCON series. Find Her Online Giveaway Enter to win an ebook of Rock My Body www.hollysredhotreviews.com a Rafflecopter giveaway Wordpress HTML: Today we're excited to celebrate the release of Rock My Body by Michelle A. Valentine! Rock My Body is the fourth and final book in the Black Falcon series and focuses on the Black Falcon bassist, Tyke Douglas. About Rock My Body Tyke Douglas is tired of being the glue that holds the hottest band in the world together. If the rest of the guys are out doing their own thing, then why shouldnât he? Heâs about to turn things up a notch and bring a whole new level of crazy into Black Falconâs world. Francine Mead is putting her sordid past behind her and is determined to help others overcome their demons alongside her. The first step in her new life is taking a job as an addiction counselor, where she can mentor others through their struggles. Francine never expected to be lured back into temptation when her first sexy celebrity client, Tyke Douglas walks through her door. The moment she lays eyes on him, sheâs in trouble. Both Tyke and Francine know a relationship between them would be a disaster, but with each session, things continue to heat up, making it impossible to deny the connection they share. Boundaries cross, attractions heighten and both of their willpower's will be tested to the very limit. Buy Now Amazon | B&N | KOBO | Smashwords www.hollysredhotreviews.comAbout Michelle Michelle A. Valentine is a Central Ohio nurse turned New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of erotic and New Adult romance. Her love of hard-rock music, tattoos, and sexy musicians inspired her erotic BLACK FALCON series. Find Her Online Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads Author Page | Instagram | Amazon Author Page Giveaway a Rafflecopter giveaway Sigh. I truly loved Tykes story. Like all the others of course. Tyke seems like the reasonable one in the start and then slowly he starts to spiral. He enters rehab after a crash almost takes his life. He meets Frannie, the therapist who also has her own addictions. The two feel an instant chemistry and their emotions and urges overcome them, Frannie tries to fight it, but she simply cannot. Someone learns of their tryst and tries to blackmail them. Will their love flourish or will it flounder? can Tyke and Frannie actually have a relationship? you will have to read to find out.
But let me tell you this, it was beautiful. I was proud of him and the ending with all the guys is my favorite. A series I am going to be sad to see over, but, they will remain in my heart and on my bookshelf where they can be read over and over <3 Thank you for a truly spectacular series, Michelle <3 "You , Frainnie- you make me feel needed, and that's why I'm fighting for you." "I don't believe in luck- only fate, and baby, you're mine. Nothing will ever change that." There are only three things Cam Ellison wants in life: a loving husband, a baby and to find her first love, Ayden Park. But all that is taken away from her in a blink of an eye. Picking up the pieces to her life, Cam buries herself in work and her new boss, a young, millionaire CEO, A. Sharp. But he’s the man with two rules: 1. No repeats 2. No relationships Cam pushes herself into Sharp's life, breaking down the walls he’s built. Soon they find themselves in a situation neither wants to walk away from. But when the door opens, everything changes. Interrupted is a three book erotic romance novella serial. S.Moose is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, living in Webster, NY with her family, friends, and shorkie, Charlie. A 2011 St. John Fisher graduate, S.Moose loves to read and write. She enjoys getting lost in the fictional world and creating a place where readers can fall in love and swoon over the cute boys she brings to life. When she isn't in her room in front of her computer or a book, she is with her family and friends being silly and enjoying life. She's romantic at heart and loves anything with a happily ever after. HOSTED BY: Lynsie Fox has what she considers to be a perfect life. Married to Lincoln, a military pilot, she's living the Army life she's always loved. Being a sucker for great love stories, Lynsie makes it her mission to find Lincoln's best friend and co-pilot, Dax Adams, a good woman. Losing the one woman he's ever loved, Dax attempts to be a good sport by playing along in Lynsie's match-making scheme. However, Dax is certain he will never get the woman of his dreams. But life doesn't always fly smoothly. When turbulence strikes, Lynsie watches her world crash and burn around her, leaving her empty with broken wings. Despite her grief, can she mend the pieces back together and learn to fly again? We waste no time stripping each other down once we make it back home. “You know what I love most?” Lincoln asks as his tongue dances across my bare stomach. “Hmm,” is all I can manage as I lift my back, pressing myself closer to his mouth of goodness. “The way you taste.” He licks circles around my navel, teasing my body in a way only he knows best. “The way you taste, baby, it puts every rainbow to shame.” “Taste the rainbow,” I moan as his mouth continues its path down my waist. “I plan on licking my way to your pot of the gold.” His hot breath against my inner thigh shoots a jolt of electricity through my body. I giggle and moan all at once. “All yours, baby,” I gasp as I turn to putty beneath him. “Say it again,” he demands as he nips and licks, teasing my skin. “I’m yours. Only yours. Always yours,” I manage to pant before he swipes his tongue right where I want him most. My hands are firm against his head pulling at his short locks, holding him in place as he licks and fingers me until I come undone around his mouth. He kisses his way back up my body and slides between my legs. I feel him at my entrance, but he stays put until he’s face to face with me. Grabbing me by my chin, he tilts my face up to look him square in the eyes. “And I am yours. Only yours. I will always be yours,” he breathes against my lips before claiming them. His lips against mine are firm, needy, and full of passion as he pushes himself inside me. I moan into his mouth as our tongues battle for control. He’ll win. He always does, but in cases such as this, I gladly accept defeat. Being born an "Army Brat", Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She's a happily married woman who has 5 kids between her and her husband. She has an insane passion for music and a sweet spot for drummers. It wasn't until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making. HOSTED BY: Secrets... The secrets are still there, plaguing me, disrupting my everyday life, only now... the unthinkable has happened. Lies... Payton insists that it is time that I deal with the lies that seem to make up my entire existence, the ones that have produced the chaos in my head. I don’t know if she realizes it, but if it weren’t for her being by my side, I don’t know how I would survive. Greed... Everything is unfolding right before my eyes, the truth is being revealed and there are people who don’t want us to be together, but as I have vowed before, no one will keep her from me. Payton is my anchor in the waves that are crashing through my life and I will do anything to keep her safe. My name is Sebastian Trovato and this is the conclusion of my story.
If you are wondering who I am, then I'm here to tell you. Timberlyn is the sweeter alter ego of New York Times bestselling author Nicole Edwards. I can hear the question now... Why? Why do you have another pen name? It actually came about when a storyline developed in my head. As I saw it coming together, I knew it was vastly different than what Nicole Edwards writes. So, it was then that I was created. Anyway... Thanks for stopping by. I'm so glad you did. HOSTED BY: Madison Barnett spent one-night with a stranger that changed her life forever. But when she takes a job at Parr and Associates as their newest architect, Madison has no idea that the stranger she has spent five years trying to forget is about to walk right back into her life. And what she hoped would be a fresh start turns into a perplexing dilemma. Soon Madisonâs life is sent into a tailspin as she tries to juggle the demands of her controlling boss, Hayden Parr, with her persistent desires for her long lost sexy stranger. Then, just when she thinks all hope is lost, everything changes. Madison embarks on an education in the art of pleasure that began five years ago in the bed of the man who captured her heart. But there is one little catch⦠When fantasies become reality, passion can turn addictive inâ¦That Night with You. âMadison,â a sultry voice called over her right shoulder. When she turned, Hayden was standing behind her. Her body tensed when his eyes peered down at Adamâs hand in hers. âI need to speak with you.â Instantly, she let go of Adamâs hand. âOf course.â âIs this about the designs?â Adam butted in. âBecause I have a few more things I would like toââ âNo,â Hayden barked, cutting the young man off, âthis is about something else entirely.â Seeming relieved, Adam gave a slight shrug and then nodded. Letting Hayden take her elbow, Madison allowed him to pull her away. When they went to a corner of the dining room, Hayden let go of her arm, and his eyes surveyed the room before he finally spoke. âIâm sure you already know the Martins are very interested in your design.â He lowered his head. âThey were very impressed with you. I have to say, so was I.â âThank you.â Her voice was barely above a whisper. âHowever, they have some changes they want to make, quite a few changes actually. I want to find out if youâre all right with that.â Madison nodded. âItâs their house. Iâll do whatever they suggestâ¦as long as itâs structurally possible.â âGood answer.â He slowly grinned, appearing pleased. âWe need to speak more about this tonight, but not here.â He glanced over at Adam standing by the buffet tables, taking in their every word. âHow did you get here? Did you drive?â âA friend brought me. Sheâs going to pick me up later.â He hesitated, his lips smashing together in an unflattering scowl. âIâll take you home. We can talk in my car.â Her stomach tangled into a huge knot. âYou really donât haveââ âI said I would take you home.â The hint of anger in his voice disturbed her. Great, the last thing she needed to do was piss off her boss. âAll right. Thank you,â she added, hoping to appease him. He peered over her shoulder to Adam. âAnyway, you looked like you needed rescuing.â She followed his eyes to see Adam hovering over the buffet tables, inspecting the food and trying to strike up a conversation with an older couple next to him. The way his tuxedo hung on his lanky frame reminded Madison of a something she would see at a prom and not a fancy party. âAdam is harmless,â she declared, as she swung her eyes back to him. The first thing that struck her was how the cut of Haydenâs tuxedo was nothing like Adamâs; he looked dark and tempting in the precisely pressed fabric. Adamâs high school attempt at formal menâs fashion only amplified Haydenâs magnetism. âDonât say anything to him. Iâll give him the bad news on Monday. I donât need him causing a scene or bothering the Martins.â âYes, Mr. Parr.â Hayden inched closer to her, and the smell of his musky cologne overtook her senses. âWhat did I tell you about that?â Madison gazed boldly into his eyes. âThis is businessâ¦Mr. Parr.â The scowl on his face twisted into an intrigued grin. âI can see youâre going to be very difficult to handle, arenât you?â Feeling that tingle of electricity at the nearness of him gave Madison a rush of courage. âI was being assertive and not difficult. If I were being difficult, I would have refused your offer to take me home.â His grin became a full-on smile. âAnd which one are you most often, assertive or difficult?â She returned his smile. âThat would depend.â âOn your mood?â Madison kept him waiting before finally answering, âNo, on the man.â The laughter of a group of men by the patio doors distracted him. âLet me see to the Martins, grab your design, and I will meet you out front. Give me about ten minutes.â âTen minutes?â Her eyes took in the half-full dining room. âWhat about the party?â âI didnât come here for the party.â He abruptly headed toward the patio doors. His lean figure cutting across the room reminded Madison of a hero in a Greek play. Strong, smart, and with a dash of hubris in his step, he looked irresistible. As Madison watched his sleek body maneuver through the light scattering of guests, she felt that white heat rise up from her gut, obliterating all other thoughts. Oh, Iâm in trouble. Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans. HOSTED BY: Twenty-three year old Meagan Chambers always wanted to be a musician. Her parents wanted her to be a doctor. She decided to risk everything to follow her dreams… Starting over in the city of her dreams, her hard work and dedication had paid off, landing Meagan a coveted seat on one of the country’s top orchestras. She was doing what she loved. And everything was perfect. Until she met Ashton Harris. Lead guitarist and backup vocalist to the chart-topping Silver Knight, Ashton was unlike anyone she’d ever met. With one glance of his crooked grin, she knew he could be her undoing, but determined to succeed, she refused to let anyone step in her way … Not even him. Because falling for someone like Ashton Harris could ruin everything. “Ashton, what are you doing here?” I asked through clenched teeth, looking up and down the hall. This wasn’t the kind of building where you’d expect to see a six foot four tattooed man slumped over, passed out in the hallway. I'm a wife and mother of two beautiful children. Being from sunny south Florida, I never spent much time inside reading. I decided to give it a try with a highly talked about trilogy and found myself devouring the pages like a mad woman. Although I knew I was hooked with that trilogy, the hundreds of books I read in the following year proved it. Through my love of reading sparked the inspiration to try my hand at writing. I wrote two full length novels as a hobby and only through my husbands encouragement did I ever consider self publishing. HOSTED BY: |
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