Day: January 12, 2018

A & E by Kailee Reese Samuels 📖Review📖

Title: a&e
Author: Kailee Reese Samuels
Genre: Contemporary Fiction/New Adult
Release Date: January 9, 2018

“I strongly admire the fact that Samuels brought mental illness to the forefront and turned it into a heartbreakingly beautiful and encouraging novel.” – Reader Review

I am an emotional mess. This book ensnared me from the beginning and enthralled me to the end. The way this writer wrote this story just blows me away.” – Reader Review

How do you know?
When you will meet the one.
The one to change your life.
The one to make you whole.
What do you do?
When they slip right through your fingers.
The one to change your world.
The one to make you forget everything bad…
And remember everything good.
How do you continue on?
Do you run back as fast as you can?
Do you cross your fingers and make a wish?
Do you fall to your knees and say a prayer?
Or do you just walk away?
From the mother of the Juliet world, Kailee Reese Samuels brings you an all new book––the completely standalone A&E.


What can I say about Kailee Samuels that hasn’t already been said? Her writing is just beyond anything you can read by most other authors. She brings out such emotions when you read her stories that sometimes it is hard to read her books. You almost have to physic yourself up to read her books. You know you’re going to cry, get upset, get horny, laugh, and at the end have your happy ending (you hope with every character).

This story takes on some issues that might be hard for some to read. I thought Kailee did an excellent job of combatting depression and such in this book. I loved this story and would reread it again.
I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review.

Embracing diversity. Coffee addict. Mango lover. Blueberry fetishist. Sweet peach tea crazy. Red wine devout. Whiskey deviant. Tattooed & pierced. Loves shoes. Collects rosaries. Fanatical organizer/cleaner/list-maker. Never sleeps. Hermit and recluse.


KAILEE REESE SAMUELS has been spinning tales since she can remember. Her books are contemporary fiction with a no-holds-barred attitude. She adores listening to her character’s ramble and putting them into situations that push the boundaries.

Creativity is the way to change.



Peep Show by Isabella Starling 📖Review📖

Title: Peep Show
Author: Isabella Starling

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Dark Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2018


She’s stripping.

I’m watching.

She’s playing.

I’m watching.

She’s mine, I’m coming…


Bebe Hall is a heartbreaker. She’s the it girl of the moment, a partygirl nobody can stop in her path of self destruction. Bebe Hall isn’t the star of her own story.
She’s the star of mine.
My name is Miles O’Reilly. I’m a photographer. An agoraphobic. A millionaire. A womanizer. I’m confined to my apartment. I don’t leave. Ever.
But when she sees me with my latest online conquest in the window of my apartment, my attention shifts to Bebe.
And once I see something I want, I don’t give up until it’s mine.
Forever.Peep Show is a 90,000 word novel with themes of voyeurism and dark scenes
that may be upsetting to readers. If you are brave enough, come meet Miles.
He’s been waiting for you.



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Chapter One

I stumbled into my bedroom, giggling to myself and shaking
on too-high heels and too much vodka.
A glance in the huge mirror on my wall reminded me of what I mess I was when I had too much to drink. My silver sequined dress was riding up, revealing a hint of my ass under the shiny fabric. My hair was wild, the dark brown locks a halo
around my head, and my brown eyes glowed with excitement. At least my makeup was still in place, the perfect smoky cat-eye enhancing my looks, making me appear demure yet sexy. I’d perfected the art of it, making sure I always had
someone eager to buy me a drink.
I sank down on my bed and pulled off the murderous black heels that had been
torturing me all night. But it was okay – I’d learned to handle the pain, and when I was dancing, it never mattered anyway.
I lay back and I stared at my ceiling, letting myself think about what my life had become, but only for a short minute.
The key was never to focus on it for too long. I had to forget, and drinking, dancing and partying, was the only way I could do it. If I stopped twirling, stopped tipping back glass after glass, I risked stopping long enough to think about what I was doing. And that was the last thing I wanted to do. I needed to forget about Posy. She was long gone, and there was no bringing her
I pushed myself off the bed shakily, and walked over to my window to let some fresh air in. There was nothing quite like a nice fall breeze to clear my head, and God, I needed some fucking clarity. I opened the blinds and looked outside, the street below me illuminated with streetlights. It was gone four a.m., and most of the lights in the apartment building next door were off. I lived in a nice neighborhood of townhouses, about three apartments per floor and three floors total. It was a nice place to live, and, of course, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it if it hadn’t been for my parents’ stack of cash in my bank account. Being a trust-fund baby definitely had its benefits.
My eyes traveled upwards and focused on the only illuminated apartment across the street from me. I could see right into their home, but the minimalistic apartment seemed to be empty, even though it was lit up. I wobbled on my feet and opened the window wide, enjoying the breeze on my face, slowly bringing me to my senses once again. A thumping noise interrupted my reverie, and I looked up again, right into the apartment opposite mine. Except now, it wasn’t empty anymore. Now, there was a dark, impossibly tall figure pressing a naked woman against
the window, fucking her savagely, mashing her tits against the window, her mouth opened in an endless gasp as he took her from behind.
My mouth gaped in surprise, and I moved a little to the side, hiding in the darkness and watching the show they were putting on with a smirk on my face. The woman had small but perky tits. Her skin was dark, almost ebony, a sharp
contrast to the pale man standing behind her, towering over her. She was tiny and curvy, and he was fucking enormous.
He was all toned muscle and dark, slicked back hair. His strong, muscular arm was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, strangling the screams right out of her. And his skin was covered in dark, menacing ink, the black color stark
against his light skin.
I wanted more.
I wanted to keep watching.
I shifted on my feet to get a better view of what was going on before me. He fucked her like an animal. I could see his hips working, pushing, thrusting inside her from behind, claiming her petite body and making her mouth open in a
silent scream. He fucked like a beast, and he looked like a monster. I fell in love with him right then and there.
My fingers shook as I reached for my purse, scrambling to find it on the bed and trying not to look away from the scene in front of me at the same time. I wanted to watch. I wanted to see his face when he filled her up. I wanted to see if he’d pull her hair back like I imagined he would. I managed to get my phone out of my handbag, bringing it in front of my face and quickly snapping a picture of them. It was blurry as fuck, but it would
have to do. Suddenly, I felt awake and sober, staring into the cold night outside and wishing I could swap places with the wild-haired beauty. I wanted him inside me.
A burst of inexplicable jealousy bubbled lazily in the pit of my stomach, but I did my best to ignore it. Instead, I kept snapping pictures of them. Of him. Wishing I could see him better, I moved from behind the curtain a little bit closer to the window. My breath made foggy circles on the glass and my hands
shook as I dropped my phone and reached under the hem of my dress.
The silver sequins felt cold and exciting on my fingertips, and I touched them gently before spreading my own trembling legs apart, slowly outlining the wet,
dripping shape of my pussy lips between my thighs.
I was so wet. In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street making my pussy drool so much I flushed in embarrassment.
But I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t resist slipping my fingers under the sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching
them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.
My fingers worked their magic between my legs, slowly teasing my cunt open and
finding my clit. I’d let someone kiss me at the club that night, but I didn’t bring anyone back with me, which was strange for me. I liked having someone to go home with. It made me feel wanted.
I remembered his hot, needy lips. He was a nice guy, not one I’d usually go for, which was probably the reason I hadn’t brought him back home with me. He had a buzzcut, and his face was clean-shaven too, and I loved the prickly
feeling of his features under my fingertips, and the push of his bulge against my tummy. But I didn’t let myself have it. I really didn’t do nice guys, because I wasn’t a very nice girl.
Lips parting in a gasp, I braced myself against the windowsill as my fingers stroked me towards an orgasm. His hand was squeezing her throat so tightly she
looked like she was out of breath, her chest heaving and her mouth open so wide.
She was crying. He was fucking her so hard, so savagely, with so little mercy, that the poor
girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick.
I gasped, my fingers working in fast, messy circles to get myself off. I came with a desperate cry, my pussy making a mess all over my fingers. I’d always been such an easy comer, ever since I learned how to get off by myself.
My eyes felt strained as I looked back up, and then opened as wide as they possibly could as I stared at them. He was still choking the girl, her eyes
closed and her breathing ragged, but his own gaze was firmly fixed on me.
I panicked. Surely he couldn’t see me – my room was barely illuminated. But I saw them both so fucking well. He grinned at me. Two rows of perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth glaring in the darkness of the night. He ran his free hand through his dark, slicked back hair, and carelessly scratched at the stubble growing on his chin.
Then, he reached in front and pinched the girl’s nipple so hard she threw her head back in a scream I couldn’t hear.
He kept staring, and I couldn’t look away and my heart leapt when he knocked on the window. Two sharp raps, whispering something in his girl’s ear, making her
eyes fly open in panic, glance across the street, and she saw me.
I stared at her. I stared at them both, unable to move, my pussy juices dribbling down my thighs.
He raised a hand and waved at me, an easy smirk playing on his lips. The devil waved and nudged the girl he was fucking, motioning for her to do the same
thing. When she shook her head, his hand wrapped tighter around her throat.
And she looked at me sheepishly, and waved, just like he had. I’d never wanted to be someone else until that moment, when I wished with
absolute desperation that I was the beautiful petite girl next door getting her pussy slammed by a stranger.
He thrust inside her one last time and my own fingers repeated his motion. His eyes remained locked on me as he came, the girl crumpling in his arms, only him
holding her up as he spurted inside her. My fingers fell away from my body, my poor cunt spasming by itself, leaking down my thighs, ruining the sequins of my
dress and covering them in my own pussy juice.
My legs shook and my cunt spasmed as I came again.
I watched him let go of the girl, gently laying her down on the floor. I could only see her naked back against the glass, her shoulders hunched as she cried
her release out, her whole body shaking with pent-up orgasms.
And then he stepped up to the window, in all his glory. He must’ve been over 6 feet 5. He was fucking enormous, so tall she looked like a child at his feet. And he was completely naked, save for the condom on his dick.
His fucking cock matched his height, making my mouth water at the sight of it. He was ripped, muscles everywhere, looking not just like he worked out regularly but like he made it his mission to keep his body in perfect shape.
His cock was still hard as he took the condom off, discarded it on the floor and stroked slowly.
He grinned at me, and stroked his cock lazily with one hand as he wrote on the steamed-up window with the other.
My eyes danced across the words and I stepped forward, letting the light of the streetlights outside illuminate me. I knew he saw me now, because he jerked his
dick faster, and it made me fucking ecstatic. He liked what he saw. And how couldn’t he? I was always sure to be groomed to 5 feet and 10 inches of polished, manicured and slutty perfection.
I followed his fingers writing in the window and lifted my dress up, showing him my ruined panties. His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at me, licking his fingers and palming his shaft with fast, needy motions.
I stared at his words in the window, written clumsily, some of them fucked up because he’d tried to write their mirror reflection so I could read it.
My pussy tingled at his crudeness.
My heart thumped in anticipation.
And my mind reeled with the possibilities.
My Review for Peep Show:

💗My god, I love Miles!💗

This book takes your breath away. I mean really. I felt for all of these characters the way you would for anyone. I absolutely loved this story. Even though all the pain they put each other through, and da!n did Miles mess up a lot, I was still rooting for him.

Bebe is a tragically beautifully written character that is put through so much that I was really waiting for her to break. Some were at her own hands, but when it came to what Miles put her through I really thought this was it. But she is a tough bi$ch. Loved that.

This book deals with so much addiction, drug overdose, phobia’s, love, sex, complicated love, self-loathe, and emotions that you don’t usually deal with. But man it is so worth it to read.
This is a must read story. I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review.💖💖


Author Bio
Dark, dirty and taboo is what Isabella Starling is known for. 
An Amazon top 25 bestselling Author, Isabella has 10 books under her belt in under a year. She is a self-proclaimed Tumblr gif addict and always looking for her next forbidden story. 
If you pick up a Starling book, you can count on a bad-mouthed, bossy man who will dominate his woman with a rough hand. 
Add just a sprinkle of taboo, a touch of BDSM and a pinch of suspense, and you’re all set for a story you won’t forget.
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Their Virgin P.A. by SC Daiko 📖Review📖

Title: Their Virgin PA
Author: SC Daiko
Genre: Menage Romance
Cover Designer: RBA Designs

Two Super-hot billionaires for one sassy girl
I’m Sara, a good girl from Wales
Smart, feisty, and a virgin
PA for Blake and Declan
Self-made British billionaires
Joined at the hip but like night and day
One dirty and kinky… a playboy
The other deep, dark and brooding
Both Mr. Wrongs when I’m looking for my Mr. Right
They make me want things I’ve never wanted before
They make me want THEM
And when I discover their deepest secret,
I can’t help thinking…
Maybe two Mr. Wrongs CAN make a right?

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TVPA Teaser 5

“I drop to my knees and place the Nutella on the floor. Concentrating hard, I unzip his fly and curl my fist around the thick base of his cock. I unbutton his pants and pull them down.

He steps out of his boxers and takes off his dress shirt. Fuck, he’s hot. His stomach is tight, his abs clenched. And his cock, his cock! is at full-mast. Veined, thick, and so fucking beautiful.

I pick up the jar and warm it in my hands again until the contents are runny. Then I slip my fingers into it, coating them in the chocolate-hazelnut spread before working them up and down his length. I cup and massage his balls with my other hand.

“Fuck,” he groans, his knees bending.

I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste him. I stick out my tongue and lick up and down. “Mmm…”

‘Keep going,’ he pants.

thumbnail_My Review

Man, I love S.C. books just because of how different she goes with them. Yes, they are MMF books, but she brings such a great story into it that you have to read her books in one sitting.

This story started out with Blake and Sara starting a relationship. But knowing at some point we would get out the threesome. I was hoping as always with her stories that we would get some MMF, but this one was deeper. Childhood love between Blake and Declan made the story deeper.

Loved this story. A must add to your collection. If you haven’t figured it out, this book contains MF, MMF, MM relationships, and an HEA. No cheating.

I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review.

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