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Safe Haven (Captain’s Duet Book 1) by Red Phoenix

Release Date: June 12th

 

 

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Love has no limits…
 
I’m known as Captain. I’ve accepted my title as a war hero but I still carry the guilt, until I meet her. She is like no other submissive I’ve met. In her eyes, I see the man I once was.
 
There’s only one problem.
I can never be what her young heart needs.
 
**
 
If I hadn’t met Brie Bennett with her offer of submissive training, I’m unsure where I would be today.
At the Training Center, I find Captain, a distinguished Dom I’m totally in love with—my safe haven.
 
But I have a problem.
Captain won’t collar me.

 

 

 

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Series: The Stern Family Saga by Monique Orgeron Includes- Art of Seduction, Art of Forgiveness, Art of War 📖All Reviewed📖, and Art of Loyalty (Coming-Soon)

Title: Art of Loyalty
Series: A Stern Family Saga #4
Author: Monique Orgeron
Genre: Contemporary Romance w/ Suspense
Release Date: May 24, 2018
Cover Designer: Erica Alexander at Serendipity Formatting

In life there are things that will never leave you and loyalty that can never be broken.
As a boy, Vincent Stern suffered abuse that continues to haunt him long after the physical scars have healed.
 
His hatred turned into a need for revenge.
 
That need turned into guilt that would never leave him, creating a darkness in his life, festering and tormenting his mind.
 
But with all his darkness comes light.
 
A woman he never even considered, could one day become his home.
 
Does she possess the ability to save him from himself?
 
Sometimes life makes decisions for you.
 
Isn’t it funny how things turn out when life forces your hand? 
 
In tragedy you do things you would never see yourself doing. 
 
Choices had to be made, even if she was too young to make them.
 
She will never regret those decisions, but she will also never allow herself to dream beyond the life that she has already resigned herself to.
 
Until one night, her life changes and with it, her heart.
 
Can they save each other and find the love they both deserve?

The Art of Seduction:
REVIEW⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Not what I expected

At first, I wasn’t sure what I was getting into with this story.
So at first, Catherine turned me off, she was almost like a pimp, but by the end of this book I was loving her and crying for her. Catherine shows up at the diner that Fallon is working at. She tells Fallon that if she wants to make anything of her life then she should walk out with her and become someone.
So over the next few years, Catherine trains Fallon to become a sophisticated woman. But there is a reason for everything that Catherine does.

Fallon knows why she is doing this. She wants a better life for herself. She is hoping that everything that Catherine is doing will pan out. That includes marrying Gabriel, Catherine’s son. But when she finally meets him, she wants more than just his ring. She wants his heart also.

Gabriel has lived his whole life watching his mother make decisions for the business. He knows when he meets Fallon that everything Catherine says is not true and that something is up. But he will be damned if he can stay away from her. But he will also not play his mothers game. But Fallon just might be more than he ever planned for.

These characters are beautiful and so well written. I couldn’t put this story down. I loved this story and am excited to read the next story.

Art of Forgiveness
REVIEW⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Sometimes forgiveness is harder than love. This book is all about forgiveness. Liam and Avery were in love when they were in high school. But Liam never wanted anyone to know about it. Avery had a hard time in high school and Liam had a horrible ex-girlfriend.

When Liam finds out what the family business is he feels Avery is too pure to come into his life anymore and lies to her to break her heart. Years later when he goes to save his sister-in-law (last book) he finds Avery in a dungeon. Little does he know she had been missing for weeks.

Know Avery has to heal. Avery and Liam find that healing is the easy part. But forgiving for Avery is the hardest part for her.

This book is emotional, hard, and sexy at parts. I loved Catherine in this story. She has become such a great character. Fallon and Avery are great additions to the Stern family and I am excited to read the next book!

Art of War
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Zander is the fun-loving one in the family. From the very first book, he said that he would be honored if Catherine would find him a wife. But we all knew that it wasn’t something that he was waiting on. He went about his life working and womanizing like always. But when he is tasked to find a Murphy Jr he is stumped. Everywhere he looks he can’t find him. But he does find a beautiful redhead that he can’t get out of his head.

Murphy ends up being a chick. Murphy is a no-nonsense woman that doesn’t take crap from anyone and that includes Zander and the Stern family. She ends up pissing a lot of people off when she takes over her dads casino, and even when Catherine gives her an out, marry Zander and keep some control of her casino. What will Murphy do?

I loved this book. Murphy kicked butt and Zander falls in love. Catherine finally has to come to some terms with her past. And we learn some more about what she will do to protect her family. And we all know she will do anything for that. The ending is explosive. I can’t wait to see what is next. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.

Written by Monique Orgeron’s eldest, most beautiful, and intelligent daughter. (My sister is going to hate this part.)

My mom happens to be the most caring, loving, and stubborn person I know, well anyone knows. She gives 100% percent of herself to everyone and has given up so much of herself for my sister and I. For twenty-one years she has poured her heart and soul into making sure we know that we are loved and that we can do anything we put our minds too, but it was about time she figured that out about herself. 

Up until this year I hadn’t seen my mom do anything for only her, but this book has allowed her to travel the world through the pages of a book, make new friends, and feel the joy of doing something exciting. 

There is a new light behind her eyes and it is just making me feel more joy than she can ever imagine. While she might be annoying most of the time, I am so thrilled that she is finally allowing herself to grow as a person and not spend all of her energy on her family. 

It has been a long journey of self-discovery for my mom; she has gone from domestic supermom to domestic goddess throughout the process of writing. 

We are so very excited and proud of you! I love you as big as the world.

-Bria and Tony

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Series: A Cut Above by Lesley Clark Includes- Mastering Her Heart 📖Review📖


Mastering Her Heart

from Lesley Clark

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She captured his heart…can he become the Master of hers?
When Lainie Bryant heads to Texas to rebuild her existence, love is not on her agenda, but the hot cardiologist with the ripped abs pushes all her buttons.
Doctor Matthew Taylor, rugged and handsome, has waited years for the woman meant to be his. Lainie’s as vanilla as they come, but there’s something about her that keeps him intrigued, and when he finds out she’s more than willing to give him the control he needs, things seem perfect.
When a secret obsession comes to light, they only have each other to count on. Matthew is left wondering if he can keep her safe from his past, so they can have a future together.

 

 

 

 

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REVIEW  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

For a first time, author Lesley has hit it out of the park! I couldn’t put this story down. From the first line in this book to the last I was intrigued and I had to know where Lainie and Dr. Matts love affair would go. It was also nice that Lainie’s friend Jack and Bridget already had their marriage and lifestyle going. And you also didn’t feel like you were missing anything there. They were just there and had Lainie’s back.

I loved Matt, he walked Lainie through everything but made mistakes just like any man would. Life is not perfect and neither is a Dom. They make mistakes and life gets in the way. And having the problems he has doesn’t help at all.

Lainie is new to all this but takes to it really well. But trust is a big deal in a new relationship and in a BDSM one so much more. She does well until Matts problem because foremost in her mind. So what happens when Matt doesn’t tell her everything?

I loved this story and can’t wait for the next one. This story does end in an HEA, but there are more friends of Matts that we get a story from!! So excited.

 

“I’m proud of you for not arguing with me, little one. Maybe you’re starting to learn,” he chuckled his response before bending to kiss her, but this was no mere kiss. The earth stopped on its axis. Her heart began to race, and she could feel it in her ears, but that didn’t matter while he was kissing her. Eventually, he pulled away and looked her in the eye, both of them breathing heavier than they had been.
“You are a gift to me Lainie, and I can’t wait to explore this lifestyle with you. I want you to get cleaned up and get the paperwork filled out. Then after you send it to me, go to bed early. You’ve had a big day, and tomorrow night will be even more.” He walked away before she could answer his demands. After a few steps, he stopped and turned. “The questions will turn you on. You are not to touch yourself tonight. Do I make myself clear?” he asked with his right eyebrow raised.
“You can’t be serious,” were the only words she managed before he was chest to chest with her, leaning over to speak directly in her ear.
“I am totally serious, Elaine. After today, you are mine. That pussy of yours is mine, and all of your orgasms belong to me.” With that, he turned and walked away, taking her breath with him and leaving her unable to argue. So, she did the only thing she could. She did as she was told.

 

 

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Lesley is first and foremost a wife and mother. She has been married for 26 years to a wonderful guy. Not bad for the marriage that nobody thought would last longer than 6 months.
She has 2 beautiful daughters in grad school who have both kept her on her toes since entering this world. She has been a RN for the last 12 years and truly enjoys taking care of her patients.
Since learning how to read, Lesley has always had a love affair with words. Through childhood, she wrote short stories and always had a book in her hands. So, now that her nest is empty, she is following my dream, of becoming an author, and dreams do come true! My first novel releases April 19th.
Lesley writes stories with hot alpha men and sexy sassy ladies that will keep you on the edge of your seat from start to finish.

 

 

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Hotel O by Clarissa Wild 📖Review📖

Title: Hotel O
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Super Hot Erotic Romance (stand alone)
Release Date: May 2, 2018
Cover Design: Booming Cover
Pleasure is business.
That’s our motto here at Hotel O.
No strings attached gratification is what we provide. Nothing is off limits.
And all of it stays within these walls.
My job as the organizer of these events requires a personal sacrifice.
Girlfriends are a liability I can’t afford.
So I get my own satisfaction somewhere else.
Online.
Anonymous.
Nothing beyond a one-night stand …
And I’ve found the perfect toy to play with.
A persistent, equally wicked girl that I can’t say no to.
The girl who’s going to make me risk it all.

Welcome to Hotel O … Enjoy your stay.

Author’s Note: Hotel O is complete and utter filthiness. Expect lots of debauchery … with multiple people. Please do not read if you’re easily offended or do not enjoy romances that explore the boundaries of depravity … Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
REVIEW
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I love Clarissa Wild, I mean what can I say? This book is just dirty, wonderful, and ingenious. Kat and D are characters that are in it for sexual needs, nothing more. Kat is into pain and humiliation, and D is into domination but has to keep it quite due to his job. So they find themselves on a chatline. And I have to say, this seems even hotter. It’s like you are a voyeur or something.
I love how both of them embrace their kink and enjoy their sexuality. Kat especially, sometimes it is hard for a woman to be written with an open kink like this.
There are some twist and surprises that got me. This isn’t a “normal” love story. This story is full of sex, the dark debauched kind that makes you want to go shower after. LOVED IT!
I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.


“On your knees,” he growls.
I do what he says, crawling off his lap as if I’m some kind of pet. A real kitten, sitting right there between his firm, muscular legs while he stares down at me with content in his eyes.
That … and a hint of hunger sparkling in his pupils.
I could stare at those eyes all day long.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
I’ve only seen him a couple of times, and most of the time, he was an asshole. I can’t fall head over heels with someone like him. Can’t let this be more than a game. Even if it’s a fucking delicious sexual game at that.
And I do like where it’s going when he brings his fingers to his mouth and takes a lick.
“Hmm …”
My whole body electrifies at the sound of his hum and his approval of my taste.
My eyes follow his hand as it trails down his shirt, where I wish he’d pull open the buttons so I could have a peek at those rippling muscles. Instead, he brings it down to his pants … and the rock-hard dick underneath.
He unzips and pulls it out.
My mouth salivates at the sight of his length. Delicious and right in front of me, it’s ready for the taking.
I lean forward, my mouth opening to take him in, but he holds it steady with his hand and says, “Don’t be greedy.”
I pause and inch back. “But I want to—”
He silences me with a finger on his lips and a soft, “Shh,” adding, “It’s my turn now.”
Then he slowly starts to strip. Just the top part of his suit, but one look at his gorgeous body makes me salivate. He throws down his shirt in a corner and stays put in the middle of the room, almost like a challenge.

I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop myself from touching him. My hand on his chest, sliding down his abs, every inch of rippling skin. I love how his chest rises and falls with each breath, getting a little more erratic as my hand goes lower and lower.
Until he tells me otherwise, I continue. I feel like he’s giving me permission while still watching me like a hawk.
I zip him down and lower his pants until his dick bounces up from the elastic band. Its firmness makes me want to lick it.
So I do.
I lower myself to my knees on the floor in front of him and open my mouth.
Taking him into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around his length. It bobs up and down, and a groan escapes his mouth.
Salty pre-cum drips onto my tongue.
Still, the door is not locked.
Anyone could come in at any moment.
Anyone could watch.
The thought alone makes me reach for my panties, and I start rubbing myself.
Judging from how his eyes lower to gaze at what I’m doing, he enjoys it too.
But he’s not pushing me. Not forcing my lips over his shaft. Not holding the back of my head to push me down to his base.
He lets me do what I want. Almost as if he’s curious to see where I’d take it.
I don’t mind showing him how committed I am to pure pleasure.
After all, why else would anyone come to this hotel if not to experience just that?
And since he doesn’t want a relationship, I might as well enjoy all the benefits for as long as they last.
As I suck him off, his dick grows harder and harder. Suddenly, the slider is pushed aside, and two eyes are visible. Someone is watching us.
My clit thumps in response.
I don’t stop licking him. His moans put me in a trance.
Until Declan suddenly pulls out.
With two fingers, he tips up my chin. “Do you want to know why the door isn’t locked?” he asks.
I nod. “So others can watch?”
A devilish grin spreads on his lips. “So others can join.”
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he’s a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.
 

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Series: Masters of Manhattan by Jane Henry & Maisy Archer Includes- Knave 📖Review📖, Hustler 📖Review📖

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 Sabrina: Good guys save the day and criminals go to jail. It’s not rocket science, people.

But then my father’s killed, I’m rescued by a thief, and my worldview is shattered. He takes me to his penthouse. His bed. I don’t have to like it but I can’t help it. His touch is everything a good girl like me shouldn’t want.

Anson: Good and bad mean nothing to a master thief. I take what I want, and what I want is vengeance. No more, no less.

Maybe the girl can help, so I’ll hide her. Protect her. And if I have to manhandle her to keep her quiet, she’ll deal. Hell, she might even like it. But she’ll learn fast that I make the rules.

REVIEW
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I loved this story. It has mystery, hot men, a strong independent woman, bad guys, and a little rough sex. I mean what more can you ask for?

Five men are asked to become something they never thought they could, brings you to the start of this book. In this book, we meet all five of them Ethan, Caelan, Xavier, Walker, and our main guy Anson. All of these guys have their own special talent that is needed to go forward with their mission, but none of them expected a woman to get in the way.

Sabrina’s father ends up being murdered in jail. While she is at her father’s office she finds herself locked in a closet and when someone finds her it ends up being Anson. These two are like oil and water. Nothing is right between them unless they are in the bedroom. It takes time for them to find a rhythm. But once they do, they are music.

This is a great story and I was happy to have read it for my honest review. I will say it does hang on a cliffhanger for the story, but not for the love story. I can’t wait to see where we go next.

“At the door,” I whispered.
“Standard electronic lock?” Walker confirmed.
“Yep. It’s so cute. I haven’t seen one of these since I was a kid.” I pulled a tiny, battery-powered device from my pocket and plugged it into the port at the bottom of the door handle. Most people never noticed that such a port even existed, to their detriment, but they’d been a thief’s wet dream back when they were popular. People had assumed that because a thing was electronic and highly technological, it was superior to a good, old-fashioned deadbolt. They’d been proven wrong so often that these models were hardly used anymore.
“I’m in,” I said, detaching the device and turning to close the door so it rested on the latch. “Laptop’s on the desk. It’s an older model, looks like. Just like you guessed.”
“Lord have mercy. Did he leave you a fruit basket and a bottle of wine?” Walker wanted to know. “An engraved invitation?”
I snorted softly. “Pretty much. The fucker.”
I looked around the office once, noting the details. The way the blinds were mostly closed, the arrangements of pillows on the sofas and papers on the desk. I wouldn’t disturb a single thing, not a molecule of dust if I could help it.
I removed a second device – this one just a super-charged thumb drive – from my other pocket, and slid it into a port on the computer. The drive would transmit a mirror image of the hard drive to Walker’s machine. “Drive’s in. Ready to boot it up.”
“Excellent.” I could hear Walker cracking his knuckles enthusiastically as he got ready to make magic at the keyboard. “Let Daddy take control, my precious.”
“Wow. Anyone else uncomfortable right now?” Ethan asked. “I mean, no shade but you and your computers have a really unique relationship, Walk.”
“I dunno,” Caelan defended. “I’m actually kind of aroused.”
I snorted softly as Caelan, Walker, and Ethan cracked up.
“Enough!” X snapped. “Jesus. I ran a multi-million-dollar company, and I took a leave of absence to become babysitter to a bunch of overgrown toddlers.”
“Parental leave,” Walker said solemnly. “You should look into that.”
I couldn’t see what happened next, sadly, but there was a scuffle on the other end of the comms, and a second later, Walker exclaimed, “Alright, alright! Jesus! No violence around my babies.”
“Is he holding out his arms to protect his monitors again?” I breathed.
“You know it,” Ethan agreed. “After Xavier slapped the back of his head.”
“Jesus. And I missed it?” Figured.
“It’s working,” Walker said, all professional now that the link was established. “I’m copying the directories. You’ve got… One hundred twenty-eight seconds until you’re free.”
This was the hardest part of any operation – the waiting.
Careful not to touch the desk chair or even move a paperclip, I surveyed the papers on his desk. Nothing of any interest, as far as I could tell. Certainly nothing that said “Re: Your Friend’s Criminal Activities.”
My eyes skimmed to the bookcase behind the desk. There were pictures of his wedding to Emma – which seemed to be within the last few years. A picture of him with another woman – two decades ago, judging by the fashions – was perched on a lower shelf. Probably the first wife.
There was a cardboard box on the floor by the bookcase, filled with a jumble of papers and mugs. They looked like someone’s personal effects – the kind the recently-fired guy always carried out with him when he made his walk of shame – and I wondered what the hell Pederson was doing with them… And then I looked more closely at the picture frame on the top of the box.
It was a picture of a little girl sitting on an older guy’s lap in the captain’s chair of a boat. They were both smiling at the camera like they’d been caught in the middle of laughter. The sun glinted off the shining wood of the boat’s wheel behind them and the little white-capped waves of the ocean beyond. The girl’s hair was flaming red- almost orange.
Sabrina. This was the picture she’d been talking about earlier.
I carefully moved the frame aside to peer at the next layer and found exactly what I’d expected: a wood and brass name-plate, the kind that sat on fancy folks’ desks, bearing the name Stuart Fowler.
These were her father’s personal effects, I realized. Why the hell had they been given to Pederson, even if they were friends, during an office cleanout, when clearly they should have been sent directly to Sabrina? I could imagine Pederson wanted to hand-deliver them later, the lecherous asshole.
“We’re clear.” Walker’s voice in my ear brought me back to exactly where I was. “I’m out of the system. Just remove the drive, shut it down, and it will be as though we were never here.” He whistled a few notes of the X-files theme song.
I was a little horrified that I recognized the X-files theme song, but then again I’d been living with this computer geek twenty-four-seven for half a year now.
I pulled the drive from the system and shut it down, then shut the laptop.
“Job well done, boys,” I whispered as I walked across the room.
I paused by the sofa and looked back at the picture frame. Something about it was calling to me. I knew Sabrina wanted it, and I wanted to give it to her.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. You didn’t last long in this line of work if you were a magpie, distracted by every shiny thing. You came in to get what you were contracted to get – or what you thought you could reasonably fence. You never took personal shit if you could help it. Get in, get out, move on.
But I remembered her eyes this morning when she’d talked about her dad, about wondering if it was still okay for her to remember him as a decent person even though he’d done shitty things. Back when that picture was taken, he’d been her hero. It was clear on her face. And I wanted to give her back just a tiny bit of that.
Even if it wasn’t for me to do.
I hesitated half a second too long.
“Is that you, Mr. Peder-. Hey!” Gwendolyn walked in, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed on me. “What are you doing in here, Sonny?”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You’d think that I’d have been good at making shit up, given that getting caught was always a possibility in my line of work. But I wasn’t. God’s honest truth, I’d never been caught before.
“Anson?” X’s voice was in my ear, quiet and controlled. “What’s going on?”
“I’m, uh, I’m so sorry!” I told her, all affable smile, hands spread wide. “It’s just, the door was open, and…well…”
“Oh, Sonny, baby!” Sabrina’s cheerful voice called from the hallway. “Are you ready?”
Ready? Jesus, no!
I was not a praying man, but I prayed right then that Sabrina was not doing anything as foolish as walking into this room right now.
But apparently sinners don’t have a lot of capital to burn with the man upstairs, because Sabrina walked in, right then and there.
And she was buck-fucking-naked from the waist up.
For a second, all I could do was stare. I mean, this woman was hotter by far than Emma Pederson could ever hope to be, even if she did her fucking yoga from dawn til’ dusk. The body that I hadn’t really had a chance to appreciate the night before was on display for me – all pale skin, dusted with golden freckles, smooth stomach and rounded limbs, and perfect lush breasts topped with light pink nipples – and my cock had zero respect for the complete inopportunity of this timing as it stirred in my jeans.
Sabrina gasped and grabbed her shirt, holding it up to cover her chest and staring wide-eyed at Gwendolyn. “Oh, my God,” she wailed. “Oh, my God!”
“Sa-breee-na!” Gwendolyn was clearly scandalized. “What on earth? Why are you naked?”
“Sabrina’s naked?” Walker demanded in my ear. “From now on, we use cameras on ops! I mean… Hey, ow!” It sounded like Xavier had hit him again, and for once I gave thanks for our fearless leader’s high-handedness.

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Mistake number one: falling in love with a man who betrayed me. Showing up on his doorstep years later asking for his help? Also not brilliant.

Haven: Naive. Foolish. Call it what you like, but I let myself get conned by a man who claimed he loved me. Nine years later, he’s as sexy and compelling as ever. I find myself wanting to believe he’s changed, wanting to believe I’m his, him to touch me. But how the hell am I supposed to trust a con?

Ethan: Grifter. Master manipulator. Hustler. Call it what you like, but I’m damn good at what I do. I earn trust, I break it, and I never make mistakes. Then Haven knocks on my door, every bit as gorgeous and brilliant and impossible as I remember, with her curves and wholesome innocence. I’ll protect her. Earn her trust. Make her mine.

REVIEW

   ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I am so in love with Jane and Maisy’s series! Masters of Manhatten is so wonderful and I can’t put these books down.

Haven is sent to the penthouse to represent Max Pedersen who is being charged with murdering his wife. But when she sees Ethan (whom she knew as Tad) she figures there is more going on then meets the eye.

Ethan will do anything to help his friend. The Masters have become a group of friends and they need each other, and the women are making them better men.

Again I am loving these stories, and I am loving that I have no idea where they will take me next. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.

“Oh, yeah,” he confirmed. “See, while I was in here, my thoughts were occupied by all the things I couldn’t wait to do when I got out of here. I decided, I want steak for dinner from La Marque.”
“The one on Fifty-Fourth?”
He nodded. “And I want the longest, hottest shower known to man.”
“Oh, I bet,” I said, putting my elbows on the metal table and leaning forward to rest my chin on my hands. I couldn’t imagine the culture shock of having your showers regimented.
“But before I do any of those things, Haven?” His voice had changed tone and I was startled by the intensity.
“Y-yeah? What do you need, Ethan? Anything you want.”
He smiled, slow and hot. “I want you. In my bed.”
I swallowed again. I’d already decided in favor of that, of course. He’d paid his debt to me – both by giving me back the money he’d taken from my parents, and by showing me just how much he’d changed by stepping into this hellhole voluntarily to free Max and Luis.
But Ethan didn’t know that. If the man had been making assumptions, I wasn’t going to make this easy for him.
“Is that right?” I said, folding my arms over my chest. “What makes you think I’d go?”
His voice shifted even lower, deeper, the rasp of his voice sliding over my skin. “Because you know I can make you scream my name.”
My breath caught, a tell-tale hitch that belied my stiff posture. The words were a bold challenge, an honest, straightforward claiming. They were proof that we’d moved way beyond deceit and trickery, and that my faith in him was justified.
“I’ve thought a lot about how sweet your pussy was the other night,” he continued conversationally. “I closed my eyes and I swear to God, I could practically taste it. It was fucking delicious.”
Oh. Dear. God.
“I imagined I was sitting on my bed at home, and you were standing in front of me in that hot little black and white dress of yours, giving me that little teasing smile I love. And while I watched, you pulled the dress up, just an inch at a time, and bared your skin and those sexy-as-fuck panties to me.”
Oh, God. I could see it too, like he was painting a picture in the air with his words. My mouth was hanging open and I tried my best to summon a cool, snarky response, but all that came out was, “Guh.”
He smiled, dark and predatory. “I told you to remove your panties. Slowly. And do you know what happened next?”
I shook my head. I could guess. Hell, I was practically ready to do it right here and now, cameras and guards be damned. But I wanted to hear the words from his lips.
“You said no,” he whispered, and I blinked. Wow. His fantasy-Haven was pretty badass and had way more control than the real me had.
“But that was fine,” he said, his eyes burning into mine. “That was fucking perfect.”
“I-it was?”
“Mmm. Because I turned you around, put you over my knee, and spanked your ass for your disobedience.” He bit his lip, the first physical sign he’d shown that he was as affected by his words as I was. “And Haven? You wanted me to. So, so badly.”
I raised my hands to press my cold palms to my suddenly burning cheeks. I would want that. I hadn’t confessed it to anyone, ever, not even to him nine years ago, but I did want it. I craved it.
He didn’t move from the wall, but his eyes stalked me, cataloging my every movement, my every response. Ethan knew how to read people, and I knew he could read me right now.
Did he know that my panties were damp? Could he sense the way my nipples were beading beneath my blouse? Did he realize how badly I wanted him? Suddenly, I wanted him to know.
“Then what happened?” I demanded breathlessly.
“After that? After your ass was red, you mean? After you’d writhed on my lap until your pussy was dripping for me?” He smiled, innocent as an angel except for his wicked, wicked eyes. “Then I forced you to your knees on the floor.”
I was nearly hyperventilating, aching with want, and I could barely see him across the room, since my vision was turned inward, imagining the scene he projected.
“You took my cock in your mouth,” he said hoarsely. “Licked it like a popsicle that might melt at any minute, and then sucked me down the back of your throat. Jesus Christ, I was so hard. So, so hard. And I didn’t want to hurt you, I would never want to hurt you, but you grabbed my hands and put them on your head to let me know you loved it every bit as much as I did, that you wanted me to use you that way.”
I gripped the table so I could hold myself to earth when the stunned arousal in my blood made me feel buoyant. I did want it. I did, I did, I did.
“I fucked your mouth,” he whispered, like the world’s most erotic confession, but the look in his eyes said he wasn’t repentant. Not for one single second. “You made the sweetest little noises, just like the noises you made when I ate you out the other night. You remember, Haven?”
I didn’t respond fast enough, apparently, because he repeated himself, his voice harder this time. “Do you, Haven?”
I nodded jerkily. God, of course I did. I’d deliberately tried not to think about it while he’d been away, knowing it would only make me miss him more, but his voice was a spell, an incantation, that conjured up that evening with perfect clarity. I could feel his mouth on my most intimate areas, could feel the powerful thrust of his tongue.
“Ethan,” I breathed.
“I want to do that again, Haven. Right now. Tonight. Over and over.” His hands were flat against the wall behind him now. And though they were still cuffed behind his back, it seemed like he was hanging onto the cinder-block surface for support. In a rush I realized that he was standing that far away because distance was the only way he could control himself.

 

 

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Jane Henry

 Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

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Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

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Series: Silhouette Studios by Katana Collins Includes- Callback 📖Review📖

Title: Callback
Series: Silhouette Studios #1
Author: Katana Collins
Genre: Romance/BDSM
Release Date: April 3, 2018
Audio Narrator: Joe Arden

 

Marlena

 Everyone has their limits. Mine? It’s one that should have never been crossed. Now thanks to my ex-boyfriend, all of Hollywood thinks I trade sex for roles. You can imagine how my auditions go these days. This town has enough real scandals without him adding fake ones to the mix. But I have a plan. And it was going so well… until Jude Fisher came along. 

 

Jude
When my ex-wife sold the footage of herself cheating on me with another man, I was done. With scandal, with her, with all the fakeness this industry thrives on. Finding her as the only actress up for co-lead in my new BDSM movie was the last thing I needed. Then Marlena Taylor auditioned, and I found everything I need. A gifted actress, a natural submissive… and a woman I can’t resist.

All she’s missing is knowledge about the lifestyle–my lifestyle. 

I’m more than happy to tutor her–to show her the ropes, if you will. I’ll teach her everything about the games. The toys. The dynamic.

I’ll teach her everything but the sex. That’s my hard limit.

But we’re quickly finding out that there’s no limit to what’s between us.

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What a great story! Callback brings two unlikely people together for a movie about BDSM. But when the scarlet that is the front-runner for the lead doesn’t really know what she is getting into, the leading man decides to help her out.

This book is such a well-written story that I couldn’t put it down. I loved the chats and the storyline. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.

I swallowed, my stomach tight and crossed my legs to relieve the ache at the apex of my thighs. Then, I placed the other half of the caramel in my mouth, sucking the melted chocolate from my thumb, rolling my tongue over the tip of my finger, imagining it was the tip of Jude’s cock. As the caramel dripped down my throat, thick and creamy, my mind exploded with imagery of Jude and caramel drizzled on various parts of his body.A moan escaped from somewhere low in my throat. The guttural sound unlike any noise I’d heard myself make in the past and my eyes shot open. Did anyone hear that? My face burned and I scanned the room, looking for anyone who might be watching me; laughing at me. No one looked my direction.

Most bodies were still writhing on the dance floor. Or at the bar ordering. Omar was just to the side of the dance floor, facing the opposite wall talking on his phone.

What is wrong with me? This was a chocolate covered caramel for God’s sake. Not a vibrator. Not porn. Not a sexy romance novel…. One single piece of candy and I was so damned hot, I was considering rushing home to have a little quality time with my battery-operated boyfriend.

My gaze settled back onto the nearly full box of caramels beside the peonies. I wanted another. Wanted more of what I’d just had. But Jude had specifically said only one more for tonight. Heat curled around my spine and I clutched my hands together. If I was a submissive, following this rule would be part of what made it sexy. And if I was being completely honest with myself, it was sexy.

Knowing he was at home, turned on, thinking about me. And knowing I made him happy. The disease to please, my dad called it. But no, it was more than just that. Maybe it was the delayed gratification Jude had mentioned. The fact that this was the only chocolate I was having tonight and so I anticipated it. Waited for it, longing for it. Nervous for it. And it made the caramel so, so much better. Jude’s pleasure was only part of that.

Dipping my hand into my bag, I pulled out Jude’s business card, running my finger along the cornered edge of the paper. Then, grabbing my phone, I punched in his number, texting him.

I’ll see you tomorrow at Daisy’s. My mind was made up. Whatever that was I had just experienced? I wanted more of it. Needed more of it. For research, yes. But also for myself. That intense moment of pleasure was unlike anything I’d had before. My phone buzzed in my palm.

So, it was good then?

Good didn’t even cover it. I swallowed, my thumbs tapping the keys. It was the best salted caramel of my life. How was yours?

If I closed my eyes, I could almost hear his low rumbled chuckle. Could almost smell his earthy, spicy scent.

I loved every second of it. And I love it even more knowing you enjoyed the experiment, too.

The experiment. Was that all I was? Some sort of twisted BDSM Pygmalion?

It didn’t matter. The point was, I wanted this part. And it was clear I had a lot to learn about this lifestyle—about Jude’s lifestyle—despite the hours I’d spent Googling and on FetLife. Three little dots appeared above Jude’s name. He was typing more.

You did a great job tonight. Have fun, be sure to drink some water and take a Tylenol before bed.

“I was wondering what was taking so long.” Omar’s voice boomed above me and I jumped, startled, clutching the phone tighter. He laughed. “I should have guessed you dug back into those caramels. I’ll go get us the next round.”

He turned toward the bar.

“And a water,” I blurted out, my eyes falling to Jude’s text. “Please.”

“Water and a bourbon coming up,” Omar said, walking away.

I sighed, leaning back and slid the phone into my purse. If I was going to try this submissive thing for a week, I was going all in. Except for sex. Which, based on how turned on I got from one damned chocolate, might be harder than I thought.

When Katana Collins was younger and stole her mother’s Harlequins to read beneath the covers with a flashlight, she wanted to read about the tough as nails heroine. The perfectly imperfect girl with quirks and attitude and sass. And the anti-heroes who were anything but “Prince Charming.” Forget the knight on a white horse… she wanted the bad boy on a motorcycle.
 
So, now, she writes those romance novels she craved to see on the shelves all those years ago—the sassy heroines. The badass heroes. Since penning her first romance novel back in 2012, she is now an international author with 15 published books and counting.

 

She lives in Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a really doofy lab, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow cairn terrier puppy… oh yeah, there’s a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.

 


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Series: Velvet Rooms by Linnea May Includes- Black Velvet & Blue Velvet 📖Both Reviewed📖

Title: Blue Velvet
Author: Linnea May
Genre: Dark Billionaire Romance
Release Date: April 17, 2018
Blurb
I’m filthy rich and dripping with power – but the
army left me broken beyond repair.
My jagged edges make me a nightmare.
She wants to join my dark solitude. But where she seeks solace, I seek sanity.
The Velvet Rooms provide our sanctuary. A place of safety, bliss and unbridled play, untainted by the clamor of reality.
Here, there is no sight. There is no sound.
Only skin against skin. Testing. Claiming.
But as much as I want her – she can never truly be mine.
Because the madness always finds me. Even in
the darkness.
And this time it may be too late to stop the
beast from destroying everything.
REVIEW
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Blue Velvet

Another hit by Linnea. Although this one is a bit different. This story deals with PTSD and how BDSM can become involved in the lifestyle.
I really enjoyed this story like I always do when I read one of Linnea’ s books

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Linnea May brings you the riveting tale of a dark billionaire, an ethereal beauty – and their twisted game of seduction.

She is paid to lie and seduce – but I don’t want her insincere moans and fake smiles.

My investment in the elusive Velvet Rooms holds a promise for more.

And I always get what I want. Always.

No man ever made her scream and beg for release. A release that remained unattainable for her.

She claims I’m asking for the impossible. I will prove her wrong.

Because I know it’s not her body that needs to be conquered – it’s her mind.

But our relationship rests on unsound footing, a contract and nothing more.

And when my actions turn reckless, the vulnerable agreement may be our undoing…

REVIEW

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There isn’t anything that Linnea May can’t write. This is a spin-off of her Violent Series. Welcome to Velvet Rooms where all your dreams come true.

Elene works for Violent Delights and is tired of it. She just can’t get into it anymore. So she goes to her boss and tells her she is done, she wants out. But that is when Elene finds out that there will be a new business opening up and Elene will have the option to be an Angel or a Devil. You can figure that one out. 🙂

Damon is a VIP to Violent Delights but has yet to find the one woman that he wants to keep for a while. But when he goes to the meeting with madam at Violet he walks into Elene. It isn’t for 6 months at the opening of Velvet Rooms that he finally sees her again.

This is a wonderful story of almost cat and mouse. Damon knows he will lose interest in Elene as soon as he has sex with her. Elene is used to giving the man anything and everything they want. Too bad Damon wants the real her, and she doesn’t know what that is. I loved this romance! I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review.

About Linnea May

Linnea May loves to read and write about strong alpha men with loaded bank accounts and skeletons in their closets. Her heroes are as sexy and beautiful as they are broken – only to be fixed by the smart & captivating heroines who cross their paths.

Originally from Europe, Linnea currently tries to befriend the lively squirrels in Rhode Island. ?

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