Month: February 2018

Series: Devil’s Reach by J.L. Drake Includes- Trigger & Demons 📖Both Reviewed📖

Title: Demons
Series: Devil’s Reach #2
Author: J.L. Drake
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 27, 2018
Publisher: Limitless Publishing 
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctors Design

“I didn’t think I could love this author more than I already did but holy smokes….she just blew my mind!! Demons is a dirty dark roller coaster of lust and pain that leaves you feeling breathless and begging for more.” ~ Amazon Review

“OMG…. What a ride!!! Trigger and Demons are a MUST READ and by far my favorite series.” ~ Amazon Review

“Just when you thought, for even a second, you had it half figured out. BAM! Jodi hits you with a plot twist. This book is incredible.” ~ Amazon Review


I thought the light would bring redemption. 


But it only brought the Devil to my doorstep. 

My demons are breaking through, and the reaper is moving closer. 

My weakness has been exposed, and there’s only one person who can calm this hell… 


I broke a promise to myself, and now I’m paying for it. 

I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be a part of this hell. 

But I don’t have a choice… 

The reaper is riding bitch on our backs. 

DISCLAIMER to add to online listings:
This is Book 2 in the Devil’s Reach trilogy, and it ends with a cliffhanger. Intended for readers 18 or older. May contain…triggers.


So this book starts where Trigger ended. Trigger is on a rampage and Tess has run off to where she never wanted to go back to.

Tess is back at her mother’s place which we find out is a brothel kind of place, and Clark is there. Tess hates it there but has no choice right now but to be there. We learn a lot about Tess and her past. It is very emotional and hard to read at some parts.

Trigger is back to being himself before Tess. He is also trying to find his father. Everyone in his crew wants Tess back but they also know they need to tread lightly when it comes to bringing her up since they know Trigger is walking a thin line where she is involved.

I loved this story and couldn’t put it down. I am excited to see what the next one brings us. The ending is unbelievable. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.

“If what becomes too much? Minnie…” I tried to grab her hand, but she veered off toward Brick. “I thought it was just an edible, as in pot.”

“Hello again, leather pants.” Rail appeared at my side. “I was wondering when we were going to meet you again.” 

Trigger rolled up on his bike. He was in a black t-shirt that hugged his biceps and chest, and dark jeans and boots. His cut seemed a bit tight, a sign he had been working out a lot. 

He didn’t remove his sunglasses, but his stare nearly made me trip as I walked over and took the helmet he handed me. 

“You look good,” he muttered. “You’ve been missing for the past week.” 

“Just dealing with some stuff.” 

“I don’t like it.”

“I know.” I flipped my hair back and pulled the helmet on. “Me either.” I swung my leg over the bike and rested my hands on his hips, and he pulled me so I hugged him. He flicked the engine over and backed us out. 

An hour later, we hit a wall of traffic and came to a complete stop. That was when I began to notice the leather cut that wrapped Trigger’s midsection was as smooth as lamb skin. As I moved my sensitive fingertips over it, I felt a ball of warmth grow in my belly. 

My thighs flexed as Trigger shifted his weight. I didn’t mean to ball his shirt in my hands, but fuck me, everything felt amazing. 

“You okay?” His raspy voice caught me off guard, and I jolted on the seat, and oh-my-God, it was amazing. “Tess?” 

“Please stop moving,” was all that shot out of my mouth. He flipped up his visor and turned to look at me. I shook my head and moaned as his ass rubbed my front. My jaw clenched, and I started to grind my teeth.

“Put your visor up.” 

Oh, shit, don’t get alpha on me. I may lose it right here on the freeway. 

I quickly shoved it up and stared into his confused eyes. 

“What are you on?” 
“Nothing.” I almost moaned when he moved again. 
He stared a beat longer before he snapped his visor down and turned back around. 
Ohhh, yes. I wanted to tap his shoulder to get him to do that again, but the traffic started to move. 
Sweet, horny Lucifer. I’d broken out in a light layer of sweat, and my thighs burned from the grip on the seat. Three hours on the bike, and its vibrations had built me up to a pleasure-painful level. I’d finish myself off if I weren’t surrounded by the crew. 

Thankfully, Trigger signaled we were stopping for a break at the next rest stop. We took the exit and rolled up at the light before the small park. 

When Trigger kicked his foot out to stabilize us, I grabbed the side of his leg and begged my body to let go. 
His hand landed on mine, and I wanted to cry. His touch, his smell, his everything made my world tilt on its axis. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on. 
I was either going to kill someone or have the most mind-blowing orgasm known to woman in public.
The bike slowed to a stop, and he proceeded to wiggle around then slid the length of his leg across me. I tossed my helmet, and my palms dug deep into the hot leather. I felt like I was balancing on the loose rocks that lined edge of my orgasm. I had never not-wanted to come so badly in my life. 
My mind shifted to images of Trigger touching me. 
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
Oh, please.
“That’s one major fuck-me face.” Rail burst my steamy moment. 

I glared at him, but it did nothing for my problem. “What?”
“Just makin’ an observation.” 
“Observate somewhere else.” 

“Yeah, you probably need to finish that off.” He wiggled his fingers and winked. 
I closed my eyes and managed to channel my thoughts back to being underneath Trigger. His hands on my skin, his lips on my neck, his…
A shadow crossed my face and blocked my warmth. “What did you take?” 
A deep jolt tore through me as my mind decided if it he was real or not. 
“Please,” I nearly panted. “Don’t talk.” I rubbed my hands down my pants. The leather was warm and sent goosebumps through me. 

“I’m not entirely sure, as this is the first time I ever took ecstasy, but I think I took ecstasy.” 

He blinked “Where did you get E?”



Wow. It has been a while since I have read such an enjoyable MC story. Two broken people, but for totally different reasons might find some kind of love between themselves.

Trigger is the prez of the bike club. He is emotionally stunted and is very deadly. But his MC is his family and life.

Tessa is friends with the vice prez and is hiding out from them. Them being an ex and her mother. When Trigger and she decide to get close but no emotions. Sometimes things don’t always work out.

This does end on a cliffhanger. But is a great book.

Bestselling author J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children. 

When she’s not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travelling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing. 
An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often found herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue. 

She hopes you will enjoy her stories as much as she has enjoyed writing them.



Straight Up Irish by Magan Vernon 📖Review📖

Title: Straight Up Irish
Series: Murphy’s Brothers #1
Author: Magan Vernon
Genre: NA Contemporary
Publisher: Entangled Embrace
Release Date: February 19, 2018 
I need a wife if I want to help save my family’s billion-dollar pub empire. There’s just one problem: I never plan on marrying. So, I need someone who understands that this is just another business deal. I don’t do commitments. And my brother’s executive assistant, Fallon Smith, fits that bill.

Fallon needs help with her grandmother’s expenses, and her pretending to be my fake wife is a way we can make that happen. She’s not my biggest fan, but we can help each other and then go our separate ways. That she’s beautiful and I enjoy spending time with her–doesn’t matter. When all of this is done, she’s heading home to America, and I’ve got a company to run.

A fake wedding and a whole lot of whiskey. What could go wrong?

Chapter One


The harsh morning light streamed in through the windows as if it were a switch that made the pounding in my head even worse.


The Irish sun I swore was worse than the American one, and so was the alcohol. Nothing in the world compared to Irish whiskey and it had been a while since I’d been back to my hometown of Dublin.


My phone vibrated against the nightstand and stared at the screen until my eyes adjusted to the light I saw not only the time but that Jack’s assistant was calling me.


“Shit,” I muttered, unlocking my phone and sliding it to my ear.


“Fallon, Mo Gra, tell me your calling with some good news.”I jumped up, searching for something to cover my naked arse and found my clothes from the night before strewn across a hardwood floor.


“Using cutesy Irish pet names for me has never worked in your favor, and it especially isn’t when your brothers are wondering where you are.” Her American accent flowed through the speakers with the clicking of a keyboard loud and clear in the background.


“What’s the fun in that? C’mon, now. We’ve been emailing and having this lovely phone calls for months now. We’re practically best mates,” I said, grabbing my boxers.


“Is everything okay, Connor?” A soft voice with a thicker accent than mine murmured.


I whirled around, covering up my junk and my lucky shamrock tattoos that graced each hip bone. On the bed was a pale redhead with a devious smirk and hair more messed up than a 1980s American metal band. I’d say I shagged that one pretty good, wish I remembered it. Been a while since I’d gotten that knackered and wound up in the bed of a hometown girl.


“Is there someone in the background? Are you seriously hooking up when you have a meeting in ten minutes?”


The girl on the bed’s eyes widened, Fallon’s words booming through the phone.


“Yeah. I thought I set the alarm on my phone and would be on time. But the alarm didn’t go off and now I can’t find my pants. Think I can just walk in wearing my boxers?” My blue eyes searched the floor until I found my crumpled jeans.


“Yeah, it went off twice, and you mumbled for me to snooze it. Is that your wife on the phone? Should I be worried? ” the bed girl said in a scratchy voice, raising her eyebrows.


I shook my head as much as I could and slid on my pants.


If I didn’t get my shit together, the meeting was going to start without me. Why did I need to drink that much last night? While my brothers went home early, I just had to see what I was missing in Dublin by studying and working in America. Better than facing the fact why I was back in the country, I guess.


Funerals are as good of an excuse as any to get knackered.


“It’s my brother’s assistant. Fallon, wanna say hello to this girl who is asking if you’re my wife?” I asked with a smile that caused the girl on the bed’s eyebrows to raise even higher on her head.


Fallon groaned. “Why do I even bother calling you? This feels like Deja Vu from when you almost missed your flight out of Boston.”


“Ah, but that one didn’t involve a girl. Just whiskey. And I made that flight, thank you very much.” I held the phone between my ear and shoulder, sliding on my shirt.


“Only because I saved you with pre-boarding.”


“ Maybe when you’re done with work; you can come back. Or we can meet up tonight,” girl on the bed murmured.I combed my fingers through my hair, hoping it didn’t look as bad as hers did.


“Did she seriously ask you to come back? While you’re on the phone with me even?” Fallon’s laughter carried through the phone.


“Not now, Erin,” I said, brushing her hand off my shoulder while I tried to shimmy on my socks, not looking to see the girl’s reaction. If I hurried, I could still make the meeting on time and maybe even find a breath mint or two on someone’s desk on the way there.


“Don’t worry; I’m on my way, so you don’t need to get jealous. You’re the only girl who can bother me at all hours of the night.” I stood up and stepped into my shoes.


“Erin?” the bed girl asked with a huff.


I turned and looked at her steely glare and arms crossed over her bare chest.


“Not Erin?”


“Not even close,” she growled.


Fallon’s laugh carried through the speaker. “Oh, this is classic.”


I frowned even though Fallon couldn’t see it.


“Well, sorry Not Erin, but thanks for the sex I can’t remember. Hope it was better than mediocre for you,” I said with my hand on the door.


Never said I wasn’t an arsehole.


This caused a gasp from both Fallon and the bed girl. I quickly ran out the door, closing it before the thud of something hard hit the wall behind me. Could have been worse, I could have been cold-clocked by a shoe.


“Did you make it out of there alive after that comment?” Fallon asked.


When I stepped outside, I looked around, realizing I was only a few blocks from the office and the pubs I probably stumbled to this girl’s place from. “Ah, and the luck of the Irish is on my side, Mo Gra because I’m not far from the office.”


This wasn’t the first time I’d run to the office after a less than savory encounter with a bird. It’s how my life had been since I started Uni in America and then graduated three years ago.


“You do know this is a will reading, right? Not just you and Jack in a phone conference talking numbers?” she questioned.


“I’m very aware of what this meeting is for,” I grumbled.


I still had at least a few minutes before I was considered past fashionably late and onto acting the maggot. Running down the brick-paved streets of my childhood, I dodged the flower sellers and the older gentlemen who liked to walk for no reason at all.I wanted to come back to Ireland on better terms and not for my Da’s funeral.


Lung disease was one of the top killers in Dublin, and it hit him hard and fast. I didn’t know how bad it was until Fallon called and told me Da was in the hospital. She booked me a flight back home for the next day, but he was already gone before I even crossed the Atlantic.


“Sorry. That came out wrong.” Voices echoed in the background, and I wondered where she was in the building.


I’d seen the girl’s work photo icon in emails and breezed past her desk a few times, but never really saw her. Funny that she was someone I’d talked to almost as much as my brothers these past six months and I hadn’t formally met her.


“Where are you right now? Are you waiting for me outside the meeting room door? Hoping since Not Erin didn’t get a round two that maybe we can officially meet and hit it off?” I joked and breezed through the wrought iron gates of the Murphy Family Pub headquarters, past the secretary and front lobby, covered in photos of generations of Murphy’s who had run the company.


My family owned a distillery for years and used to brew the whiskey in downtown Dublin. The brand expanded, and my father went into the pub franchise business. Now we had hundreds of pubs all over the world, and the original distillery was currently used for a museum and pub on the first floor with corporate offices on the second.


Mam passed away soon after my youngest brother, Sean, was born. Da raised us all while building his empire and now with his sudden passing, my brothers Jack, Sean, and I were set to inherit the company. This meeting was just a formality to settle the estate, giving us our shares in the business. I figured Jack would take Da’s position as CEO with me as CFO and Sean as president or something if he wanted it.


“Your flirting isn’t cute, Mr. Murphy.”


I stopped at a mirror in one of the hallways, noticing my hair stuck up every which way and I tried to lay it down flat with one hand, holding my phone with the other. “What’s this Mr. Murphy nonsense? We’re practically family, Fal.”


She huffed. “Are you almost here? I’m almost to the conference room, and I don’t want to have to tell your brother you’re still not available.”. I started jogging, and just as I turned the corner, instead of breezing into the conference room, I ran chest first into a petite blonde who was holding a tray of coffees that had now spilled all down the front of her dress.


“Aw, I’m sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to do a number on ya,” I said, staring at her wide blue eyes, circled by red framed glasses. She looked between me and her dress.


I expected to hear a laugh or some quip from Fallon on my phone, but instead I listened to my voice echoing through the pink dressed girl’s phone.


Recognition dawned on me as my eyes roamed over her from the top of her blonde ponytail down the soaked through dress and cardigan, showing off the curvy frame she hid under the nerdy little ensemble. Her photos and glances at her did not do her justice. She was beautiful in a natural way which made her not need the fancy clothes or too much makeup.


“Fallon. We finally get to meet. I feel like I should hug you. Or maybe undress you. You know get you out of that pink number and into something not stained.” I stepped closer, putting my arms out. I may have said the words jokingly, but the thought of her dropping the dress and taking her against the paneled wall was on the forefront of my mind.


“Are you serious right now? You need to go. You’re going to be late,” she hissed


I glanced at my watch again. Shit, the meeting probably already started. I didn’t have time to sweet talk or other things. Pulling out my wallet from my back pocket, I grabbed a few notes. “Let me at least buy you a new dress and replace the coffees.”


“What? No. Just go. I’ll take care of this.” She narrowed her eyes and slightly shook her head.


“Are you sure?” I raised my eyebrows, still holding the money toward her.


The clock near the conference room chimed, alerting me it was at the top of the hour.


“We can chat more about this later,” I said, putting my money back in my wallet. “Nice officially meeting you, Pinky. Let’s do this again real soon, ” I said with a grin, patting her shoulder before I scooted toward the conference room and shut the door behind me.


Three sets of eyes looked up from the conference table they sat around.


My brothers were in crisp blue suits with their light brown hair perfectly gelled, making me look even more like a fool than I felt with my wrinkled clothes which smelled like sex and whiskey.This wasn’t the way to honor, Da, but at least I was there and I was going to be there for his company, no matter what it took.


“Mornin’,” I said, taking my seat across from the estate solicitor, Thomas O’Malley, who looked like a real-life leprechaun with his short stature, bright red beard, and reading glasses perched on his nose.


“Glad you could grace us with your presence, Connor,” Thomas said, shuffling the papers in his hands.


“Happy to have made it,” I said, folding my hands on the table and smiling, even though my brothers audibly groaned next to me. If there was one thing I learned from Da, it was that you never showed weakness.


“Okay, let’s get started with the reading,” Thomas said, clearing his throat.


Then flipped to a new sheet. “Whereupon my death, my three sons, Jack, Connor, and Sean will each inherit their equal share of thirty-three and a half-percent of the family franchise upon the day all three of their marriage certificates are certified by a priest and again by my solicitor Thomas O’Malley, six months after the day of their nuptials. If all three of them are not married within a year of my death, none will be able to get controlling interests, and the board may offer each son’s ownership stake to the highest bidder.”

Every hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Marriage? Thre three of us? Within a year? All of that to get the company? That couldn’t be right. Da never said anything about that. Sure, he was a loyal family man, who never married or even dated after Mam died, but I didn’t think he would do something like this.Especially when the board was a bunch of crotchety old men who smoked too many cigars and were probably half the reason Da got sick in the first place.

My oldest brother Jack leaned forward in his seat. “Thomas. I could be wrong here, but is this stating that each of us has to be married and not just married, but married for six months? And this all has to happen within the year? That can’t be right. Da never even re-married or had a serious girlfriend. He used to say the pub was his only wife after Mam.”

Thomas sighed, pushing his glasses up. “You young men have done a fine job in your positions in the company, but your father also knew you were still sowing your wild oats. He wanted to make sure you settled down a bit, so the company didn’t suffer. This was his way of seeing to that.”

There has to be a clause that can get us out of this, right? I don’t even have a girlfriend, let alone a girl I’d want to marry by the end of the year.” Sean said.

I wanted to ask Sean what he even had to do with this company since he hadn’t taken an interest in anything but rugby. I know Jack had brought up more than once about eventually buying out his portion and now with us all having to be married, or none of us got the company, which put a damper on that one. Before I could ask any more questions, Thomas cleared his throat.

“Boys, I’d like to say there’s another option, but that’s what it states in the will,” he said, standing up and placing the papers in his briefcase. “You can try and get your own solicitors or a judge to dispute this, but I’ve been doing this for longer than you’ve been alive. Once this will is set and notarized, it’s legally binding.”

“Does the board know about this?” Jack asked.

Thomas nodded solemnly. “Ah, they’re aware of the clause, not all of the details, but some have already made comments about a buyout for a third of the company.”

I clenched my fists without even thinking, my gut twisting at the thought of someone else taking over the business.The one Da had built from the ground up, but Jack and I had worked to keep it a well-oiled machine on both sides of the pond. A bunch of old men with one foot in the grave would just run the franchise into the ground along with all our hard work.

Da put a lot of hard work into the enterprise. What he built. What he wanted our family to have. That wasn’t just going to disappear because of some marriage clause, I couldn’t let it.

“Can’t we just find some girl, see if she wants to get married for a few months, then divorce with a nice little settlement? Isn’t that what they do on those American reality shows for publicity?” Sean asked, staring between all of us.

Thomas shrugged. “I guess there’s nothing in the will that says you can’t, but how do you think the board would take that? Moreover, your Da would probably roll in his grave if he heard you married a girl just to get the company. Your mother was the love of his life and the reason he was able to make this company what it is today. He just wants the same thing for you boys. Not some random fling.”

“I’m sure there are worse things we could do,” Sean muttered, buttoning and unbuttoning his suit jacket.

“If we have nothing else to discuss, then I best be heading back to the office. You’ll call if you need anything and let me know as soon as I get to meet the future Murphy girls,” Thomas said with a tight-lipped smile.

We walked him toward the door, but none of us left the room.

Jack was the first to speak as soon as Thomas rounded the corner and was out of sight. “What the hell are we going to do?”

Sean shook his head. “I don’t know. This wasn’t at all what I was expecting. Hell, I guess I’d better get on a dating app or something.”

“This isn’t a joke,” Jack growled.

I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to calm the beast a little, but his nostril’s flared. “Calm down, Jack. We’ll figure this out. We always do.”

His dark blue eyes didn’t move from the empty hallway. “This isn’t about deciding where to put a new pub in America or marketing expenditures. This is marriage. This is our company. Our future.”

I nodded solemnly. We all knew what was at stake here and the only way to solve our problems was with a wedding. Something I never even thought I would be thinking about. Now I had no choice. I was going to be a married man by the end of the year, and so were my brothers, no matter what it took.


My first Mayan Vernon story and it was really sweet.

This is a gentle, get to know you, need a wife kind of book.

Conner and his brothers will lose their business if they don’t get married and stay married. But Conner has nobody he can really turn to, and it has to be as real as real can get.

Fallen is Conner’s brothers PA. She not only takes care of Jack but for the last 6 months has made sure Conner has done his job too. And over time they have become phone friends.

So Conner decides to as Fallen for her help. But what happens when these two start really spending time together and learning about each other?

Like I said, this is a nice friend to lover slow romance novel. Good read. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.


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Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amok around her Texas ranch.




The Boss’s Daughter by Jennifer Bates 📖Review📖

Title: The Boss’s Daughter
Series: The Black Rose Series #1
Author: Jennifer Bates
Genre: NA Suspense/Romance/Thriller
Release Date: November 28, 2017
Publisher: Limitless Publishing 


I am marked by the Black Rose, the symbol of my father’s cruelty and arrogance. It’s a stain that will never wash out, the same mark all those girls carry—the ones who keep turning up dead.
My father, underboss for a powerful crime family, killed my fiancé, then told me he’d see me dead too. The only reason he didn’t kill me right then and there was because he wanted me to suffer first.
But he will never break me.
I ran away. I survived. Those other girls…they weren’t so lucky.
To stop the murders, I’ll have to go back and give my father what he wants. Me. My blood.
And then there’s Hunter…the only man I want, and the only one I can never have. If he finds out who I am, everything I’ve fought for will fall apart.
There will never be a knight in shining armor to rescue the girls of the Black Rose. I’ll have to do that myself.
The blood of the Family runs in my veins, and I will not go down without a fight.


PrologueAn hour away from walking down the aisle, Renee was dressed in her gown—hair done and makeup applied—listening to her bridal party get ready because they apparently believed you could improve on perfection. Renee smiled as she looked out the window overlooking the Isle of Lilies where Christopher and she had shared their first kiss.

“This bridal suite is enormous,” Alice said. “I could totally be happier living here than at the hotel.”

Michelle was holding a pair of stockings in each hand, trying to decide which to wear for the day. “Don’t let him hear you say that. Any hint he thinks we don’t appreciate him is just trouble.”
“He’ll find a way to make your life worse than hell.” As the words were coming out of Saffron’s mouth, her friends turned to Renee, waiting for a disappointed reaction, but there was none. Renee couldn’t blame her friends for thinking the way they did. Matthew Parnell was one of the most powerful and wealthy men in New England who bathed in the admiration and respect he had earned over the years, while at the same time would not hesitate to have a bullet dispatched if he felt disrespected or threatened. Renee didn’t consider Alice’s statement as disrespectful, but the others were right. It was best if he didn’t hear it.

Renee gave a reassuring smile. “He won’t ever know it was said.”

Renee watched as Saffron started digging through her bag containing her wedding day essentials and smiled as she spotted the familiar packaging she knew contained at least a pound of marijuana. Drugs were one of her father’s main sources of income, and just because she was getting married didn’t mean organized crime in New England came to a halt.

Saffron scanned the bride for any imperfections and found a flaw. “Where are your mother’s earrings?”

Renee grabbed her ears to verify the missing jewels. “They’re in my bag. And before any of you say anything, the shoes wait until the last minute. I’ll be standing for at least an hour during the ceremony and I would like to be comfortable before I have to put them on.”

Her four friends turned back to their own primping as Renee dug through her bag to fish out her mother’s emerald tear drop earrings to complete her wedding day ensemble. Then she glanced down to the side of the vanity to make sure her shoes were, in fact, still there. As she was pulling the bobbles from her bag, there was the sound like a cannon being shot into something metal coming from outside. Renee, Michelle, and Saffron froze in place as Charlotte and Alice ran to the window to see if they could find out what was going on.

“There are people running down the driveway. I don’t—”

Before Alice could finish her sentence, Renee hiked up the hem of her dress and ran out of the bridal suite as fast as she could until she reached the end of the driveway, ignoring everyone and everything around her. She couldn’t see through the crowd of guests encircling some kind of dilemma. All she could see was smoke, all she could smell was copper, and all she could hear were muffled voices. Renee ran toward the swarm of people and briefly noticed her father, his captain, Mr. Crescent, and three of his associates standing away from the crowd like they didn’t care to get involved.

“Renee!” Charlotte yelled out as she was trying to catch up.

Hearing Charlotte’s call, a few of the wedding guests and reporters turned, half-heartedly trying to reach out and stop her. Renee pushed them aside and broke through the crowd, coming to a halt as disbelief washed over her. Christopher’s metallic blue truck was crushed by another truck on the passenger side. The only thing of note about the second truck that Renee could distinguish was the bloodied body folded over the steering wheel and the skull halfway through the windshield. There were men at both vehicles working desperately at what appeared to be a rescue. Renee watched as they succeeded in removing Tucker Wilson, Christopher’s best man, from the truck and laying him on the ground as Dr. Seaver and Dr. Michaelson ran from the crowd to examine him.

Renee could feel her father’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t look in his direction. Matthew Parnell may have been one of the most loved by everyone he rubbed elbows with, but he was also the person she fiercely loved more than anyone else in the world, and looking at him would only cause her to break down. He promised her the perfect wedding. He promised her that this would be the day she had always dreamed of. He promised.

Cameras flashed from all directions and chaos encircled her as Renee watched Christopher being pulled from the truck and set down for Dr. Michaelson to examine. Christopher’s hair was damp and red with blood, explaining the smell of copper in her nose. His bright green emerald eyes were closed as blood ran down his face. She saw the beginnings of bruises, swelling, and the rise and fall of his chest—she knew she did—and that was all the hope she needed.

Renee ran to Christopher’s side and sat next to him, staring at Dr. Michaelson, who could only look at Renee with heartbreak. “I can’t promise you anything. I’m going to do what I can until the ambulance gets here.”

Choking on tears that refused to fall, Renee nodded in understanding. She would not cry, because crying meant two things: weakness and finality. Renee watched Christopher’s chest rise and fall like he was begging for air as she cradled his head in her lap, trying to stay out of Dr. Michaelson’s way, but with a firm look, letting the doctor know she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’m here, baby. Please stay with me.”

Christopher opened his eyes and looked at her with no confusion on his face; he knew it was her. All Christopher could do was gaze into her eyes and try to breathe as Renee faked a smile as best she could. “Dr. Michaelson is here and he’s going to make you better.”

Renee leaned down and gently kissed him. When he weakly returned her kiss, he looked in her eyes, deep and true, and the hope began to drain from her. Christopher let out a breath and a trickle of blood started from the corner of his mouth. Renee focused all of her attention on his face, willing herself to wake up from this nightmare.

Christopher reached for her hand and cupped it in his. In painful breaths he said, “Since the first time I saw you, I loved you. I always will.”

Christopher’s chest ceased to rise and fall. The understanding was immediately there and Renee began to shake as shock took her over. She didn’t know how long she had been holding onto Christopher before she was being involuntarily lifted to her feet to look into the eyes of her father. He gave her a sorrowful look as Renee fell into the safety of his arms. She made no sound, had no emotion, and just wanted to wake up from this nightmare. After a few minutes, her father kissed her gently on the forehead and spoke softly. Seeing Charlotte and Michelle approaching, Renee turned her head back in the direction of the accident to validate what she couldn’t believe to be true. Charlotte wrapped an arm around Renee, pulling her in the opposite direction, but Renee couldn’t move.

“She needs to leave,” Matthew said sternly.

Michelle and Charlotte helped Renee through the crowd of people, Alice and Saffron silently following behind. Heartbroken, Renee just wanted her father to hold her and tell her everything was just a bad dream. When she turned her head, everything suddenly changed when she saw it—and there was nothing subtle about it. Renee stopped walking to make sure she wasn’t seeing things as she watched the expression on her father’s face change. Matthew was no longer the man who had held her just minutes before; he was the man his business friends and enemies had gotten to know. He had turned away from the crowd to try to hide his expression from the cameras, the beginnings of a smile on his face. She could see the satisfaction appear on his face as he spoke, and then he did something that made Renee’s heart stop once more. He laughed and turned to light a cigar.

Renee’s thoughts immediately went from sorrow to complete disbelief. Matthew Parnell only smoked cigars for two reasons: to rub elbows with people in high places or when he was celebrating a job well done. Renee looked to her friends and knew they saw it too. She also knew they were smart enough to avert their eyes so they wouldn’t have to speak. Renee picked up the hem of her dress and walked back to the mansion to pack her bags and go home.


The first thing I am going to say about this book is that if you think a character is safe, think again. Nobody in this book is safe from this authors fingers when it comes to the storyline.

I loved the storyline and not knowing what was coming next. There is a romance involved in this book, but it isn’t the main theme. This is a mystery and mafia embed book that centers around Renee (Chloe) and her father Matthew. Chloe is a wonderfully strong character that takes lead in this book and doesn’t take any prisoners. Her father Matthew is a psychopath that everyone has to watch out for.

David is a wonderful character that is watching in the background until the end when Chloe needs a helping hand.

Hunter is great and is equal to Chloe and just what she needs to for who she turns into now. We don’t really get to know Christopher to much but I wonder if he would have been strong enough to handle her?

Good book and would recommend it. I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review.

Jennifer Bates was born in Spokane, Washington and grew up in Burien, Washington.

Jennifer started writing at a young age, always filling spiral notebooks with ideas and stories. When she was in 4th grade, she wrote a short story for a young writers conference and placed second. She always had a story of some kind in her head, and it wasn’t until 2015 that her son finally talked her into putting her favorite story to paper and a new adventure was born.

Jennifer enjoys fiction novels of many genres, but her favorite book series (she reads it every year) is the Wilderness series by Sara Donati. Fascinated by anything organized crime related, she finds inspiration for her writing.

When she’s not writing, she is a legal secretary in Louisiana where she resides with her husband, kids, and grandchildren.



Duet: The Perfect Storm by Annalise Delaney Includes- Safe in His Storm📖Review📖

 Title: Safe in His Storm
Series: The Perfect Storm Duet #1
Author: Annalise Delaney
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 13, 2018
Hiding from childhood horrors, Gabrielle Adams has struggled to keep herself safe. When the superficial world she’s created is challenged, she strives to maintain her tenuous control while keeping the past buried where it belongs. After a numbing year mourning the death of his wife, Jake Thornton is ready to
live again. An unapologetically dominant man with specific needs, he resolves
to find a woman seeking to surrender control, without expecting what he can
never offer—love.

A chance encounter awakens desires neither expected and both resist. Fate steps
in for a second time, and they succumb to an onslaught of lust and need,
convinced they can overcome any challenges. But when darkness approaches and,
with it, the very things they fear the most, do they have the strength to
weather the storm?

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My Review about Safe in His Storm

This is my first Annalise book and I loved it. Safe in His Storm is a story between Gabi and Jake. It is surrounded by the D/s theme so if that is not your kind of reading don’t read this story.

Gabi is a troubled young woman that is living her life to the fullest that she can get without dealing with her past. She is happy letting her past memories staying there and moving forward. When her friends have a wedding that she is in charge of putting together she finds out a little about the D/s lifestyle.

Jake has just dealt with his wife/submissives death. It has been a year and a half and he is ready to get back out there. He doesn’t know what he is really ready for but he knows he is ready for something. So when he sees Gabi at the wedding he knows what he wants.

Jake finding out Gabi has no idea what D/s is isn’t sure if he wants to take a newbie under his wing, but the chemistry between them is too much for him to deny. And Gabi is willing to try but is very honest about maybe not being what he is needing. So we are walked through the two of them learning each other. But while we are doing this (which is not boring or long) we start to learn a little about Gabi and her past. Which she is still adamant about not wanting to remember.

With this being a duet we are left with a cliffhanger. But it is one I am waiting for!
I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review.

She paused and then asked, “Have you ever been in love?”
It occurred to him then that he hadn’t told her about Lisa. Whether or not it was a timing issue, or just a subject he’d avoided, he wasn’t sure, but it hadn’t come up.
Then, a moment of guilt passed over him when he realized he hadn’t thought about Lisa like he used to. Oh, she was there on a daily basis, but not like it had been before. Not the same deafening, emptiness he’d grown used to. Now, it was more of a dull ache only felt when summoned. And with that thought, he
dismissed any lingering guilt. He’d said his goodbye and was moving forward the way he’d intended. And he’d
tell Gabrielle about her soon enough. “Yes,” he simply replied.
Appearing momentarily puzzled, Gabrielle tilted her head as if she’d seen something new. Finally, she smiled softly and directed her attention back to the game, lining up her next shot and then missing it. Jake stepped forward, called the pocket, and sent the eight ball sailing inside.
“Game.” She swallowed hard and looked at him. “You win.”
He couldn’t help the smug expression he felt crossing his face as she stood by, wide-eyed. He felt like a cat about to pounce on its prey—only she was prey who wanted to be caught—which made it perfect. When he closed the distance between them, he leaned to her ear and whispered, “And, as the winner of the game, I intend to take you home, tie you up, watch you come, and fuck you into next week.”

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Annalise Delaney’s love of romance spans from tales of knights in shining armor bravely rescuing the girl to those of damsels who need rescuing but put up a fight—because what fun would it be otherwise?

Writing occupied her time when age-appropriate books put her to sleep. However, the books tucked in the bottom drawer of her mother’s dresser overflowed with love, lust, betrayal, and revenge—making for far better reads. VC Andrews’ imaginative and twisted stories started it all.

Annalise juggles a busy schedule, adhering to the age-old maxim, ‘Work hard, Play hard.’ When she’s not working, she might be found anywhere on the beach, under a palm tree, or where chips & salsa and margaritas are served. But always laughing with family or friends until her cheeks hurt.
As for what she writes today, let’s just say it’s come a long way from sweet. Welcome to the place where sweet meets spicy. A place where stories come to kiss and tell.


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Doctor O-Maker & Doctor BabyMaker by Madison Faye 📖Review📖

Title: Doctor O-Maker
Author: Madison Faye

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 12, 2018

No O? Come and meet your cure. 
He’s gorgeous, dominant, panty-meltingly hot, and looks at me like he wants to tear my clothes off and fulfill every single filthy fantasy I’ve ever had. 
The only problem? He’s my doctor. Oops. 
I’m seeing him to fix “my problem” – my big “no O” problem. Yeah, you see, I’ve never had one – no grand finale, no big bang, no happy ending. Never. Doctor Aiden Owenson – “Doctor O” – is supposedly the man who can help, but I’ve got my reservations.That is, until he puts his hands on me. Until he looks at me like he wants to devour me. Until he tells me I’m his, and his alone.I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to fall for your doctor.I’m pretty sure your doctor isn’t supposed to examine you in his bed, across his desk, and while you’re screaming his name.I’m pretty sure we’re breaking every rule, and I’m pretty sure I don’t care.Doctor O is supposed to show me the O. Now the only problem is, I never want him to stop. 
Warning: side effects may include fever, elevated heart
rate, sweating, and chronic page-turning far past your bed
time. Steaming hot insta-love, an over-the-top dominant alpha hero, and fantasy run completely amok. But something tells me, you know exactly what
this dirty little book is about ;).
Safe, no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.
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My Review for Doctor O-Maker

This is an insta-love insta-sex book that is hot. I loved Aiden he is such a great character and I really enjoyed this story.

Aiden is the Doctor that woman go to for help getting their big O. Not by having sex with them but by helping them emotionally and forcing them to admit their problems. But when he meets Natalie all ethic’s go out the window. He is going to give her everything he has and more.
I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review.

Title: Doctor Babymaker
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 22, 2018

The doctor is in. Every inch of him…

 I’m the youngest, brightest, and most hotshot medical director the fertility clinic’s ever seen. Nothing gets between me and my job, until Ada Chase walks in.

I’m not supposed to touch her, at least, not in the way I want to. She’s off limits in so many ways. Too rich. Too innocent. Too never-been-touched. 

…Too much my patient. 
The sheltered young heiress is in my office so her rich, shitty family can see if she’s capable of bearing children. And I’m supposed to examine her – every inch of her sweet, tempting body –to check. 
But I’ve wanted her since the instant I laid eyes on her, and now I’m obsessed, possessed, and driven like I’ve never been before. 
First, I’m going to make her beg. 
Second, I’ll make her mine. 
And third? Well, third is the best part. 
Third is me putting a baby in that soft young belly. And after that, I’ll steal her away from all of this. Fuck the medical code of conduct, forget professionalism, and damn the consequences. 
Oh, Ada can bear children alright. 
…so long as they’re mine. 
I know what you’re thinking – this sounds like dirty, filthy doctor-fantasy smut. And if you’re thinking that, the good news is, you’re entirely correct ;). This book is hot and heavy insta-love and lust at its finest, with a dominant alpha hero completely obsessed with breeding and claiming his untouched heroine. Safe, no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.
The doctor will see you take you now…

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My Review for Doctor Babymaker:


If you have ever read Cassandra Dee or Sophia Fox you’re going to love this book.

Insta-sex, insta-love, and god the chemistry. Loved it all. Add a hot damn doctor and you have a winner! Loved the sweet ending. I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review💗

Author Bio
#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!

Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)Join the mailing list for author updates, special prices, and TWO free
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