ROYAL TEASE by Nana Malone is LIVE!


 

Royal TEASE BY Nana Malone

SERIES: ROYALS UNITED DUET #1

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Roone…

The plan was simple, go undercover, protect my best friend’s little sister. It should have been the easiest assignment of my life.

But Jessa isn’t your usual princess. She’s feisty, and sexy, and stubborn, and gorgeous. Did I mention she hates me? From the moment I carried her over my shoulder out of a bar fight, I’ve been persona non grata.

But the stakes are too high to mess this up. The monarchy is at risk.

Jessa…

I can’t stand Roone Scot.

There I said it. Shoot me.

We go together like lightening and water. His quiet, steady obstinance is going to cost me my job. A job I have worked very hard to keep. No one is messing this up for me. I’ve had enough crazy in my life.

Not to mention the way his eyes track me every time I move, makes me uncomfortable in an I-need-my-batter-operated-boyfriend kind of way.

But even if I wanted him – which I don’t, but if I did – I can’t ever have him. My life is not my own. I’ve known that since birth.

(Book 1 in the Royals United Duet)


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Roone Ainsley is protecting again. Only this time the mark doesn’t know any of the truth. Throw into the mix that she’s cagey and unpredictable and what you have is more explosive moments than ACME TNT.

Jessa is at the top of her game. The gold standard for the firm, she takes no prisoners and has a no-nonsense attitude. She’s suspicious of everyone, apart from a select few. Making getting close to her harder than anyone could imagine. Her childhood was steeped in chaos and uncertainty. Her father kept her on her toes and always on edge. Mental health issues or something far more sinister?

Of course, Sebastian and Lucas are on the same page, it wouldn’t be a Winston Isles book without them. They already play the overprotective brothers well. If only their sister would let them. The setting is urban London with all the hustle and bustle of life there to see, feel and smell. Personally, London holds a special place for me as I was born there and to see it treated with respect but also truly portrayed, made me just a smidge homesick.

Any book penned by this author has mystery and intrigue. This is the first in a duet, but it’s still part of the larger world building tale of the Winston monarchy. Questions have been needing answers since Cheeky Royal and the more we discover the more new threads come undone.

Ariel plays a bigger part in this one and something tells me; I hope that she may one of these days get her own book. I so hope she will. She’s a take charge, a brash young woman who can and does play in the big leagues with men. She can go toe-to-toe with any man and come out on top. She keeps Roone on a short leash and he does as he’s told more often than not.

The men with the tattoos have played the sinister bad guys are at it again. Making themselves known and creating angst and drama where none was before. Simple small acts are becoming pieces in a much larger jigsaw puzzle.

A break-in or is it just pure chance, a stalker or is someone nipping at the heels of another Winston child? Is a dead body laid at their feet a simple case of wrong place wrong time or is it the work of another creep in this already teeming line-up.

There comes a point when sexual tension and electricity cannot be fought anymore and when they finally let themselves off the chain, well, it’s hotter than any of the previous Royal books.

Roone and Jessa are true counterparts. Two halves of a machine that work efficiently whilst solo but put them together, they transform into something wholly seamless and effective. Roone is so achingly vulnerable in places and that’s a new thing for readers. He’s always taken charge, shoot once and then empty his clip just to make sure the bad guy is deader than dead. He has history and a family now. Flesh and blood family, who know his dark past and where his demons lay. Some he wants nothing to do with, others he would walk the sun for, and we don’t even have ALL the answers yet. Curse sexy men and their closet skeletons.

This is a book about change. Cause and effect that happens even before you are born at times. Wheels put in motion after just one minor moment can cataclysmically (is that even a word?) Change the course of one’s life.

“But do you know the real moment I knew I was fighting a losing battle?” Her lips quirked. ”When I stole your keys?” I shook my head. “Not even close. Although, that was when I vowed to make you weak with orgasms so you couldn’t run away.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course.” “No, the moment was when I helped you carry in those boxes. You looked at me, and you were so vulnerable. I could see you. The real you. The one who tries to be strong and is afraid of failing. The moment I saw her, I knew I couldn’t stay away. Even when I most certainly should have.”

Nana Malone thrives on patterns and questions. I oftentimes ask myself if she even knows where the story is going when she begins to type. Or does it pull her along like a ship in heavy waves? But wait! There’s still more. How can there possibly be more, you may ask. Well, there’s one scene near the end that had my jaw slack and my voice was stolen away on a gust of wind.

How could it end this way? How could you do do this to me you vicious, wonderfully tortuous author, you! I have to have the second book. I can’t wait until January that would be pure torture. I know you’re sitting their author dearest, rubbing your hands together with glee. And to be honest with you…I wouldn’t have it any other way. Kudos for doing it to me again. I flove this world and the characters in it. Well bloomin’ done!


 

#2 Teasing the Princess – Release Date: January 8, 2019

Roone…

She’s gone. Someone took her from me.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to fall in love. But I did it anyway. And now it might have cost my princess – the princess – her life.

I won’t stop until I find her. But when I do, I’ll need to stay away. She won’t survive the scandal. There’s no way I can love her and protect her. I’ll have to choose one.

Jessa…

Apparently, I can’t trust anyone.

I’ve never been in love before. Leave it to me to fall for the wrong guy.

A liar.

Roone Scot cost me a life I loved. So now I’m on a quest I didn’t ask for. One that will lead me to a crown I’m not sure I want.

To a family I didn’t know I needed.

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USA Today Bestselling Author, NANA MALONE’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since.

With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters. Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana, meantime works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.

The books in her series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble best seller lists as well as the iTunes Breakout Books list and most notably the USA Today Bestseller list.

Until that ninja job comes through, you’ll find Nana working hard on additional books for her series as well as other fun, sassy romances for characters that won’t leave her alone. And if she’s not working or hiding in the closet reading, she’s acting out scenes for her husband, daughter and puppy in sunny San Diego.

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DIRTY SEXY GAMES by Laurelin Paige is LIVE!

 

DIRTY SEXY GAMES (Dirty Games Book 2) by Laurelin Paige

Release Date: 6th November

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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The conclusion of the surprising love story begun in Dirty Sexy Player.

I didn’t have a plan for him.

He was the means to an end, a workaround to the cruel terms of my father’s will that would allow me to inherit his company.

I hadn’t planned to fall for him.

I hadn’t planned to enjoy every minute of our wedding, hadn’t planned to gasp his name so many times that night, hadn’t planned for the sexy games on our honeymoon.

He didn’t plan for his secrets to come out.

And neither of us planned for heartbreak.

 


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Picking up right where Dirty Sexy Player left off, we are catapulted back into the dark chasm that is the relationship of Weston and Elizabeth. Each on a journey of self-discovery, can two power-driven people ever discover the middle ground? A marriage of convenience with two people who are anything but easy or convenient.

Both suffered terribly as children. Parents often make the worst mistakes when it comes to their own children. Intentional or not, they always leave scars. Weston and Elizabeth spend so much of this duet treading on hypothetical landmines. Positively, one of them will always make a stand to communicate the issues as they are.

“You got it?” he asked again, meaner, more intense.
“I got it. No games. We’re together, and it’s real.”
“You better never doubt this is real.”
 

Games. Games play a part in the lives of Weston and Elizabeth and no, I’m not talking about Chess or Monopoly. They thrive on trying new and different things together. Their honeymoon is a perfect example, neither has tried everything in the world and they are more than willing to give it a go with each other. Some of the sweetness but hottest scenes of this book happened when they were playing.

Weston is tested beyond anything he’s ever known. His priorities and loyalties have to shift and he spends so much time flipping back and forth about what is the right course of action. Elizabeth on the other hand, has been dipping her toe into her inner strength. She has a steel rod in place of a spine and she’s never selfish with her strength. She’ll protect anyone who needs her even at great personal risk.

The funniest part of this book and there were several really hilarious parts, was a re-telling from Dirty Filthy Rich Love. It was such a minor bit but boy, did it make me laugh. I know my description is vague, but where would the fun be in telling all in a review.

There is plenty of character interaction between Weston, Elizabeth and their parents. It was such a joy to watch how the scenarios played out considering the history and troubled waters dividing them. Children can place their parents in a position that is next to unwinnable and as shiny as their armour is, we, as their children find it hard to see past the damage their armour carries.

‘…even though he was mine, too, even though I was still a queen on my own–Weston King was the one who ruled me.’ 

There was angst, there was pain. There was enough laughter to fill a comedy club, and who can forget Donovan. He may mean well but he plays his games at champion level. I’d not mess with him in a million years. I’m a self-professed lover of the emotional and self-fulfilling books. I need fast-paced but detailed and slow. This author can pull it off every single time. Thank you and congratulations.

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As soon as we were in our suite, the bomb exploded, the bomb being Elizabeth. “We’re alone now, so just tell me straight. You knew I was always going to France. If you wanted to be with me, you had to know it would involve living there. Is that not something you’ll even consider? Is it Sabrina? Is it Reach? Is it Donovan? Because if it’s fucking Donovan who’s keeping you from—”I grabbed her hands, which were flying in midair as she yelled, and pulled them behind her back at her waist as I cut her off with a searing kiss, my tongue plunging into her open mouth, robbing her of oxygen. When she was thoroughly kissed, her lips pliable, her body sagging in my arms, I let her go.“I’m tired, Elizabeth. I’m not discussing fucking anything tonight.” I took off my tuxedo jacket and threw it on the desk. Then I began working on my cufflinks. “What I think we both need now is to release some tension.”

Her spine straightened, her neck growing longer as she stared at me in shock. “You think we’re going to have sex now?”

I loved how she made it sound disgusting, like she wasn’t interested, even when I’d just been kissing her and had felt the lean in her body, had tasted the desire in her mouth.

Two could play the indifference game.
I shrugged. “I’m fucking someone tonight. If you want it to be you, you better take off your dress.”

Her mouth slammed shut, and she only seemed to consider it for two seconds before she was fumbling with the zipper at her back. She struggled with it, but I didn’t help her. It made me stiff to watch her frantically trying to strip down, just because I told her to. Just because she thought I might find a better offer if she didn’t.

Like there was a better offer than her.
Like there was anyone but her.

I didn’t take my eyes off her as I unbuttoned my vest and tossed it to the side with my jacket. I’d loosened my tie by the time she got her dress undone. It fell to the floor and she was left wearing a strapless corseted bra, one that had a low back so it couldn’t be seen with her dress on, and matching lace panties—both in a white ivory so virginal and bridal it seemed dirty.

Jesus, she was a fucking wet dream.
And she was my wife.
 

 

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With over 1.5 million books sold world wide, Laurelin Paige is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author. She is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.

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PICTURE PERFECT COWBOY by Tiffany Reisz is now LIVE!

Picture Perfect Cowboy by Tiffany Reisz

Publication Date: November 5, 2018

Genres: Western Romance / Erotic Romance

Published by 8th Circle Press & Tantor Audio

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Jason “Still” Waters’ life looks perfect from the outside—money, fame, and the words “World Champion Bull-Rider” after his name. But Jason has a secret, one he never planned on telling anybody…until he meets Simone. She’s the kinky girl of his dreams…and his conservative family’s worst nightmare.

Picture Perfect Cowboy is a western romance from USA Today bestseller Tiffany Reisz, set in her award-winning Original Sinners series. This category-length novel is the perfect jumping-on point for new readers!

* A heavily abridged version of PICTURE PERFECT COWBOY was previously published in the limited-edition EXPOSED anthology as the novella “The Watermark” (now out of print). This new edition contains an exclusive Original Sinners short story guest-starring Mistress Nora!

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Montana to Kentucky but still carrying the weight of the bulls he used to ride, Jason continually lives his life for everyone but himself. What I mean is that each person who knows him has expectations of what he should and shouldn’t be. The way he was raised was hard and brutal. Jason keeps part of him locked away never daring to bring the Master in him.

His meeting with Simone was pure divinity. If he’d not turned up for that appointment he’d have never had a chance to get to know her and ultimately spend four of the best days of his life in her company. Simone lives her life for her and her alone. Pink hair, tattoo and nose ring are just a small part of what makes her, her. She is a natural at what she does, in and out of the playroom. The term Pro Doms/subs was a new thing to this reader. I had never come across it in all the time I have been enjoying reading BDSM. It isn’t seedy or cheap. Simone takes it as a duty she enjoys and I believe she gets just as much out of it as the training Dom does.

The sexiness was through the roof. Very raunchy and done with full effect. Oftentimes safe sex is forgotten or never even mentioned in these types of books. Not a single time was it missed out here. The characters actively spoke about safety etc. making it feel far more lifelike.

‘He had a feeling he’d never get tired of kissing this girl. She knew exactly how to let a man lead a kiss and all the right sounds to make him feel like a man.’ 

Jason and Simone’s feelings for each other were very much insta-lust to insta-love, I’m not saying I’m not a fan because I am. Sometimes even in real life, you can meet someone on Monday and profess your undying love to them on Saturday. Life and the heart are fickle and strange, curveballs can and do come out of thin air.

Jason makes mistakes in this book and when he makes one particular mistake, I almost couldn’t believe he could be so dumb. I know some people take longer than others to wake up and smell the coffee but by the time he figured out, someone else could have picked the coffee beans, roasted them, ground them and then made enough coffee for a boardroom meeting. Maybe he fell off the bull one too many times and landed on his head; but seriously, I don’t know if I’d have been as forgiving as Simone was.

I could and did swoon over Mister S, even Jason felt the power and dominance that man wore like an expensive dinner suit. Each book in this series can be read as a stand-alone, and as I’ve never read this author’s works before, after this thrill ride I’ll be sure to check her out. Well done Ms. Reisz, and thank you.

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Tiffany Reisz is the USA Today bestselling author of the Original Sinners series for Mira Books and Mills & Boon, including the RT Book Reviews Best Erotic Romance 2012 winner The Siren and the LAMBDA Literary Award-winning The King. Her novel The Saint won the Romance Writers of America RITA® for best Erotic Romance in 2015.

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TRAILER PARK HEART by Rachel Higginson is LIVE!

Today we are thrilled to share Rachel Higginson’s all-new second chance romance,
TRAILER PARK HEART

Trailer park born and raised. It’s my legacy. That’s how my mama lived. And that’s how her mama lived. It’s the life I was born into and it’s the life I swore I would leave the second I was old enough to make it out.

Only legacies have a funny way of sneaking up on you. An innocent decision the night of high school graduation led to a series of complications in my plans to escape.

Seven years later, I’ve resigned myself to this small town and the roots I’m tied to. Nothing could make me leave. And nothing could make me spill the secrets that keep me here.

Until he walks back into town with a chip on his shoulder and a stupid hunch nobody else in town has been smart enough to follow.

Levi Cole is my opposite. Born on the right side of the tracks with family money to spare, he’s the kind of black sheep that can afford to be rebellious—because his family will always pay for his mistakes. He’s also the only living heir to Cole Family Farms, after his brother Logan was killed in duty seven years ago.

He sees something in my life that he thinks he has a right to. But he’s wrong. And obnoxious. And he needs to take his stubborn good looks and that intense way he looks at me and go back to wherever it was he came from.

I know better than to trust men like him. I was born and raised in a trailer park, I know nothing good happens to girls like me—girls with trailer park lives and trailer park hearts. Especially from gorgeous, kind, pigheaded men like him.

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A teen girl on the precipice of starting her life falls down the rabbit hole. Only there is no tea parties, she finds tragedy and heartbreak. Changing the blueprints of the life she had imagined and long for. Existing in a life teaming with deception and secrets, Ruby grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, poor and isolated. Town gossip and mean-spiritedness follow her because of who her mother is.

Levi and Ruby have grown up in the world but separate from each other. He’s the golden boy everybody adores. He and Ruby have been throwing barbs at one another for years. The king and queen of one-upmanship. We all make mistakes as young adults and these two make more than fair share. Ruby had always wanted to leave Clark City but her wings were clipped. Levi left one day and never looked back.

That is until seven years later when his parents call him home. Ruby discovers the news and is thrown through a loop. She spirals, and spirals hard. Her carefully crafted facade crumbles like soft cake. She won’t allow him too close for fear of him uncovering her secrets.

‘Levi Cole was my exact opposite. Wealthy, popular, friendly. His parents were successful. And he would be successful. His whole life was laid out before him on a lush red carpet. Mine had taken a nosedive off a cliff and I had never learned to swim.’ 

We all know what it’s like when we’re children and have a school crush. Boys don’t always show their intentions the right way. Pulling a pigtail and then running away comes to mind. Levi is most definitely one of these boys. The romance is there but it’s on a super slow boil. There is so much turbulence between Ruby and Levi that sex just wasn’t on the cards for their story early on. Levi’s intuitive nosiness keeps Ruby on edge. She is so afraid of her carefully constructed life being turned upside down and inside out.

“I don’t know how to leave you alone,” he said. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”
“I don’t know how to want that either.”
 

The scenes with her mother are impactful and painful at times. Raised by a parent who shows more ignorance and thoughtlessness than love and support, it comes as no surprise to see Ruby become the woman she does. Her accomplishments are like showing her mother the bird. She often times bites her tongue just to keep the peace even though she has more than enough ammunition to bury her mum. She never expects more than the bare minimum out of anyone, never asking for more than she feels is her worth.

‘Levi had this incredible ability to make me feel like I wasn’t just barely surviving life. He made me feel beautiful…seen…desired. And those were gifts he would never even understand he was giving me.’ 

For long time I kept questioning how this book could have a happy ending. The emotions and feels were profoundly touching. Several times I was scraped raw and left as empty feeling as Ruby. An author with the gift to make a reader feel exactly what the characters does is a rare gem. Diamond in the rough, if you will. Ruby is this diamond; forged under extreme pressure and heat. I haven’t had the privilege of reading this author before this. I couldn’t pass up the chance of reading a book that appeared to check every box I have when it comes to a great read. It takes so many things for a story to catch me in its web and thrust me into the words, the scene, the feel, the push and pull. Trailer Park Heart was an experience I shan’t soon forget. Thank you Ms. Higginson, thank you so very much. Half the time I didn’t know whether I wanted to slap or kiss Levi, job done.

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Rolling my eyes, I waved him off. Honestly that was a tamer word than usual. And Max was unfortunately used to grownups saying words he wasn’t supposed to hear by now. “I’ll tell you later, okay? Why don’t you go find a great big stick and let Mommy talk to the scary man.”Max tilted his head at Levi. “I don’t think he’s scary.” “Ha! Looks can be deceiving,” I mumbled to no one in particular. “Go on, babe. Find a stick.” He looked up at me like I’d grown a second head. “Then what?” “Then… then whack that cornstalk with it.” “Why?” “Because it needs to be whacked.” “Why?” Levi walked closer. “Just pretend it’s Darth Vader and you’re on a mission to save the galaxy.” Max’s attention swung back to Levi. “Who’s Dark Faber?” “Who’s Darth Vader?” Levi repeated, stunned. “What do you mean, who’s Darth Vader?” To me he said. “What kind of parent are you? He doesn’t know who Darth Vader is?”

“He’s six,” I reminded him patiently.

“Exactly the right age to know about the glory that is Star Wars. You’re depriving him of a fantastic childhood.”

“Are you seriously giving me parenting advice right now?” He leaned forward. “Are you seriously considering passing it up? It’s good advice.”
A frustrated growl rumbled in the back of my throat. Max, getting bored with our back and forth, wandered off to whack the cornstalk. Levi and I watched him in silence for a minute. Eventually, curiosity got the better of me. “What are you doing here, Levi? Why are you in my neck of the woods?”

He shrugged, and that damnable smile was back. “I feel bad about the other day… about the gas station.” I couldn’t let him get away with his behavior then nor now. Or the questions he was hell bent on asking. Or the sheepish, repentant smile he was wielding like a weapon. “You have no right to stick your nose in my business, Cole.”

He shrugged. “I’m trying to say I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t exactly a promise to leave me alone, but Levi didn’t usually give me what I wanted. This was probably the best I could ask for, and yet, I couldn’t let him get away that easily. I lifted a hand, half hidden in the sleeve of my shirt, and pointed a finger at him. “You can mess with me, Levi, but you better not hurt my son. Got it?”

He took a step forward, closing some of the space between us. “Just to be clear though, you’re saying I can mess with you, right?”
 

 

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Rachel Higginson is the best-selling author of The Opposite of You, The Five Stages of Falling in Love, Every Wrong Reason, Bet on Us and The Star-Crossed Series.

She was born and raised in Nebraska, and spent her college years traveling the world. She fell in love with Eastern Europe, Paris, Indian Food and the beautiful beaches of Sri Lanka, but came back home to marry her high school sweetheart. Now she spends  her days writing stories and raising five amazing kids.

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ONE WILD RIDE by A.L. Jackson & Rebecca Shea is LIVE!

One Wild Ride

The second sexy, stand-alone romance from bestselling authors A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea is LIVE!

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The next sexy Hollywood Chronicles stand-alone novel from bestselling authors, A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea . . .
Elle Ward, daughter of Hollywood’s hottest director, has sworn off actors for life.
She knows their games and she refuses to play them.
That is until the day she collides with one of LA’s most promising actors.
Kas Cowen isn’t looking for love until it literally runs him down.
One look at Elle and he’s hooked.
He crashes into her life and flips it upside down.
Now he has to convince Elle he’s more than just a pretty face.
Little did they know they were up for one wild ride . . .

 

 

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REVIEWED BY EMMA-LOUISE ON BEHALF OF KFF

Finding real love is hard in the real world but it seems next to impossible to find a genuine guy in Hollywood. Elle has learned many lessons growing up in LA, many of those not positive. She’s been used and abused by vermin and parasites. Made herself promises she knows she can abide by, well, that is until she literally runs into Kas.

High jinx and fate must love this gal because she can’t catch a break. Seeing as she runs around like roadrunner evading Wile E. Coyote it comes as no surprise she blunders through the first few chapters. Poor hapless Kas never stood a chance. A modern-day Adonis who does not need airbrushing is fully capable of making a million women drool into their coffee cups, even when wearing a cast.

Guilted into taking care of Kas, bad boy Kas’s very bad using any and all things in his arsenal, he winds up staying at Elle’s penthouse. Unlikely roommates with enough chemistry to start a five-alarm fire you can guess where this is headed. Or is it that clear-cut?

Kas isn’t a ladies man he’s most definitely a modern man. Melting my heart and my panties with his wooing techniques. That’s not to say that when they finally jump into the sack it isn’t super hawt. This, like any other release of these two authors, is a smooth flowing experience. You can’t help continuing until you reach the conclusion.

‘This is it. This is love. This is exactly what love feels like and goddamn if it isn’t the best feeling in the world.’ 

Elle’s a force of nature just like fire. You remove one of the necessary elements and the fire goes out. She’s missing a key component, is Kas that key component? These two create so much of their own issues. Angsty and tumultuous, these two are off the charts in heat and sweetness.

‘This boy made me forget myself. Lose my head. Forget the very promise I’d made myself. Because I was moving that way a bit, loving the way he was looking at me.’ 

Kaylee and Paxton are in the pages. As it appears that both this and One Wild Night run concurrently. Elle and Kaylee hold each other up and never soften the words they know the other uses. True friends giving it straight. I too have a friend like this and they’re worth their weight in gold, just like these friends are each other.

I won’t mention Kas’ agent, he’s a total Muppet for most of the story. Insert big foot in largemouth Dom. Words cut even if the other doesn’t agree with them. I have to, like can’t not mention Elle’s parents: Lindsay and Roger Ward are successful people who love their daughter more than any deal or their next million dollars. Her behaviour of keeping stuff from them makes sense, kind of. I’d have probably gone to them way earlier than she does. Her mum may not be huge but she’s larger than life when it comes to protecting her offspring. No one messes with a mother and lives to tell the tale.

I am truly sad that this is the end of their tale. I will miss these people like very few others I’d met. Thank you ladies for doing what I hoped you could do; pen a book that surpassed the first. I didn’t know if that was possible. One Wild Ride hit all the buttons and has all the ticks in every box.

 

 

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CLOSE (Ryder Brothers #1) by Laurelin Paige

Release Date: October 10th

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Everyone wants to get close to a rock star.

The bright lights.

The music.

Those talented fingers strumming… a guitar.

Everyone wants to bang a rock star.

So why do I keep running from the one who wants me?

I’m America’s Sweetheart.

I have a reputation.

He’s a boy-band icon turned rock god.

I’m vanilla.

He’s every flavor of bad.

And he’s much, much too young for me.

If I end up in Nick Ryder’s bed, my career and I will both be screwed.

…but that’s only if I’m caught.

 

REVIEWED BY EMMA LOUISE ON BEHALF OF KFF

Good girl next door Natalia lives her pure and innocent reputation. A reputation is given to her by the media. In the beginning, I felt like she would do anything to keep her wholesome reputation, and of course, when someone makes a huge plan, fate or a wicked author (wink wink Ms. Paige) throws the hottest rock star of all time in her path. Come to the dark side Natalia, we have milk, cookies, and a sinfully hot tattooed man for you.

Nick is not your typical rock star. At twenty-three he’s looking for the one, rather than the one every night. He’s certainly mature for his age and has a ton of life experience from being a celebrity since he was in his teens. From the moment he has Natalia standing in front of him, he’s bowled over, willing to do or say whatever he can to get her alone.

Closer had a reverse dynamic and this was a pleasure to read and enjoy. Not every romance you read has to be set up in a certain way. Nothing is written in stone stating that the man has to be emotionless and hard. The same can be said for the woman who’s an emotional cry fest, women can at times be hard and tough.

‘Coincidence is what happens when fate tries to stay anonymous.’
‘That’s what we are together – the perfect song.’

The relationship and feelings grew slowly. Nick has to work at breaking down Natalia’s barriers. Not to mention prove to her that he is worth her time and attention. They come up with a solution that they both agree to for their own reasons and before you or they know it, they’re embarking on a journey neither expected. Nick is sweet and almost innocent, even if he has loads of sexual experience.

‘His mouth feels amazing. His tongue is my new favorite plaything. He kisses me softly and deeply and teasingly, mixing it up so much that I would almost be content to sit here and do this for the whole ride. for our whole weekend together. Almost.’

Natalia is so worried about public perception she comes across to Nick as cold and unfeeling. She’s very much attracted to the man, I mean who wouldn’t? Hells Bells!!!
I swooned every time he took his top off for Pete’s sake.

This author is superb at writing angst and frustration the reader can feel. These two emotions were very evidently felt by this reader. I could not put this one down. Side note: The next book in this series is called Want and is being written by a different author; Kayti McGee. I’ll be checking it out, I cannot miss it. Paige has done it again, thank you and well done for creating a male character so human and real.

 

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“Hi,” he says, doing a double-take when he realizes it’s me. He looks fabulous, of course, because why wouldn’t he when I look so scrubby? He’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt and a hoodie, and his face doesn’t look like he’s tired, or like he stayed up late to drink too much and tear up the dance floor.

Or like he spent last night making out with somebody more than a decade older than him.

“It’s crazy seeing you here,” I say. I giggle again at the sheer ridiculousness of this. “Do you come here often?” What am I doing? What am I saying? It’s like I just learned how to talk to people of the opposite sex. How have I ever gotten a date?

Not that I’m trying to date Nick.

“Occasionally. You?” He sticks his hands in his pockets and he’s so relaxed, so sexy, and I just can’t stand all that swagger on such a handsome guy that I am not allowed to touch. It’s unfair for anyone to look so effortlessly edible before nine a.m.

“It’s my favorite shop. Come here all the time.” I take a couple steps backwards, trying to shift toward my car. “I probably should—”

“Don’t you think it’s probably more than a coincidence?” He takes a step towards me, and I take one back, willing myself not to respond to the rumble of his deep voice and the magnetism of his body. “That we’d see each other again so soon. Kind of like fate, almost.”

Oh my god, Oh my god, he’s flirting with me. What do I do? He’s so hot, I can’t even look at him. But then I do, and I have total church-giggles over this, and I have to escape before I make an even bigger fool out of myself. Someone is bound to notice that I am losing my cool, and they’ll draw conclusions that aren’t even true.

It was just kissing!

“It’s really weird, I have to admit.” I dance back some more, then glance behind me to make sure I’m not going to back into the street and get run over and make this even worse. “And really awkward.” I brush some hair back that’s come loose from the messy bun at the base of my neck.

He shrugs, seeming to disagree. And it’s true that I’m the only one who seems to be awkward right now. “I don’t know about that. Doesn’t have to be awkward. Could just be convenient. Since I never got your phone number.”

If I didn’t think he was flirting before, I know he definitely is now. I don’t want to say no to him, but I have to say no to him. He cannot have my number. Can’t have anything more than a memory of a scorching-hot make-out in the back of a club. What we did was not for a sunlit day. It was for a dark corner. And yet, I still can’t seem to actually say the word no. So instead I say, “Why do you need my phone number?”

Oh my god, this is mortifying. It really is like I’m in high school again and I’ve forgotten not only how to talk to boys but how to stand in their presence.

He takes another step toward me, laughing. “Well, for one thing, I thought it might be nice if we had dinner sometime.”

He has the most ridiculous smile, I realize. It lights up his entire face. You can see it in his eyes, and there’s no pretension. It’s all genuine. Pure sunshine. I’m rendered speechless by it for half a second and I have to ask, “What was that?”

“Dinner,” he says, that huge-ass grin in full force, taking another step toward me, and now there’s only three feet between us, and I can feel the body heat from him, can remember what it felt like the last time he walked me backwards into a wall and then his body was pressing into me, and his mouth was on me. When his chest was against me, when his cock was pressing into me and my hips—

I suddenly jump backwards. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” I look around suddenly to see if anyone’s noticed this exchange yet.

It’s fine, it’s still fine.

We’re just two people who work in the same industry who bumped into each other on a Saturday morning and are chatting like people do on Saturday mornings when they bump into each other. While giggling. Totally fine.

“What are you worried about, Natalia?” He doesn’t chase after me, just stands there looking confident and laid-back. Like a man trying to tempt a scared animal out from hiding. “I mean—I do bite, but most women like it.”

I smile at that, because I can’t help it, but I duck so he doesn’t see.

He’s probably so much more experienced than me.

He’s probably so dirty in the bedroom.

God, I shouldn’t be thinking about that. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you,” I say, shaking my head. I turn toward my car.

“No, you shouldn’t be,” he calls from behind me, and I have to actually close my eyes to collect myself because it’s obvious he’s thinking about doing not-talking things. Things like last night. Things like biting.

Things good girls have no business being so turned on by.

I tell myself he probably says stuff like that to all the girls who walk away from him.

But who am I kidding? Who has ever walked away from Nick Ryder? Besides me, I mean. Twice now. I deserve an Oscar for my willpower. That should be a new category.

“Bye, Nick,” I call as I flee with my coffee.

Then I step into my car, put my keys in the ignition and drive away before I lose my senses and change my mind.

 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

With over 1 million books sold, Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.

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REVIEW & EXCERPT BLITZ ~ FRAGMENTS OF ASH by Katy Regnery

 

From New York Times bestselling author Katy Regnery comes a dark and twisted retelling of the beloved fairytale, Cinderella!

My name is Ashley Ellis…

I was thirteen years old when my mother – retired supermodel, Tig – married Mosier Răumann, who was twice her age and the head of the Răumann crime family.

When I turned eighteen, my mother mysteriously died. Only then did I discover the dark plans my stepfather had in store for me all along; the debauched “work” he expected me to do.

With the help of my godfather, Gus, I have escaped from Mosier’s clutches, but his twin sons and henchmen have been tasked with hunting me down. And they will stop at nothing to return my virgin body to their father

…dead or alive.

** Contemporary Romance. Due to profanity and very strong sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.**

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REVIEWED BY EMMA-LOUISE ON BEHALF OF KFF

This release has been hyped and I was extremely stoked-up to get a copy. I kept everything crossed that this wasn’t another of those cases of overhyped-super-let-down. Thankfully this book lived up to the buzz and so much more. The telling of a modern-day fairytale has been tried and done by several authors. This author is I have to say, the best of them. Chock-full of romance, suspense and a tinge of mystery.

Ashley’s mother is found dead a month after Ashley’s eighteenth birthday. Tragedy rarely hits singularly. Shortly after her mother’s funeral, Ashley is dropped on her head with a revelation from her dear old stepfather Mosier Răumann (pronounced Rowman). With the help of her fairy godfather and a well-meaning man, she gets out of dodge. Enter one of the most abstinent men I have had the pleasure of loving in quite a while.

Julian Ducharme is angry and spiteful to begin with, and at times I almost couldn’t handle how he treated Ashley. There was one pitiful scene about forty percent in that almost broke me. How something as simple as an offering for friendship could lead to one of the most tragic scenes I have ever read. I ended up, and I kid you not with a red face from ugly crying so much, I do not often have to put a book down and walk away because of how it makes me feel. I mentioned that scene to a family member and just talking about it had me in tears again. What has this author done to me?

Quickly I became invested in Ashley and her story. We’ve all experienced a moment or time in our lives where we feel truly alone. Ashley’s character was as fragile as she was strong, weak and yet unbreakable, naïve and yet older than her years. Fragments of Ash is an expedition for both Julian and Ashley. They both have baggage, so much so they are ladened down, exhausted and numb. Julian is almost like the tin man out of the Wizard of Oz; his heart is there if only he could feel it beating in his chest.

“But that doesn’t make him your boyfriend,” I snap. My lips turn down, and I look so sad that I add in a whisper. “Not yet anyway.” 

The backstory of both characters creates a slow burn adventure. Adventure is the right word for one of them. It takes re-education and trusting oneself to forget what had been sewn in there over years of operant conditioning. Reading their first kiss was like experiencing my first kiss all over again. Shame mine wasn’t as good as theirs clearly was!

‘My body is his playground, and he is doing things to it that I never imagined. Even more, my body is responding like it’s been waiting for him to touch me like this. Like maybe it’s been waiting forever. I know what it wants, and as my hips start to thrust softly against his hand.’ 

Ms. Regnery is a true artist of words. I cannot express how immensely overwhelming I felt at times. I craved this book, just one more page, just one more chapter. Working between sessions was a real pain for me. Sadly workie equals no books for Emma. *sighs*

I’m a fickle reader, I know this well enough. When I read Unloved last year I said THAT was this author’s best book. Now I’m stating: that as of this moment, Fragments of Ash is her best. High five woman, and a standing ovation. Bloomin’ brilliant.

EXCERPT

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © Katy Regnery and used with permission

 
Instead of going inside, I walk around the house, to the backyard, to see if I can help bring in any dirty dishes, but the picnic table is empty. All traces of our dinner party have already been cleaned up by the Ducharmes siblings.
I look up at the midnight sky, at the dozens and dozens of stars, and I wonder if Gus is right. What he says feels right, but I feel very young and very small as I stare up at the universe. It’s not wrong to give yourself over to loving if the chance arises.
“We get amazing night skies up here.”
I look over my shoulder and find Julian, tall, barefoot, and beautiful, walking toward me.
“Yes, you do,” I answer, giving him a shy and tentative smile before I turn my attention back upward.
My skin prickles with awareness. My lips tingle, remembering the insistent pressure of his. And elsewhere in my body, I clench hard, willing those deep-set tremors not to start up again right now. I want to believe what Gus has told me—that liking and wanting a man isn’t wrong—but it’s new to me, and I need a little time to reconcile my desire and conscience together.
“When I lived in DC, it was what I missed the most, besides Noelle. More than the cheese. More than the beer. More than the skiing.” He stops, standing beside me, staring up at the firmament. “I missed Vermont’s night skies. And the millions of stars.”
“I can see why,” I say. “When I lived in LA, I never saw stars.” I giggle. “I mean, I saw the people kind, but not the sky kind.”
“Who’s the most famous person you ever met?”
“Hmm. Maybe . . . Gigi Hadid . . . or Bella? Hmm . . . Or Cara Delevingne? Kate Moss mentored my m—Tig for a while, um, and she knew Gisele, of course. Also—”
“Wait a second! Gisele? Did you ever meet Tom Brady?” he asks, his voice eager.
“Let me guess.” I glance at his face. “Patriots fan?”
“The biggest.”
“Tig went to their wedding, but I never met him. Sorry,” I say, giggling as he lays a hand over his heart and pretends to cry. “Speaking of the rich and famous, Noelle tells me you met the vice president while you worked in Washington.”
“She did?” His teasing expression disappears quickly as he straightens, dropping his hand. “Uh, yeah. Long time ago.”
“Not so long,” I say.
“Yeah, well . . . I guess it just feels like a while ago.” I wait for him to say more, hoping to learn why he left Washington so abruptly, but he stretches his arms over his head and yawns. “I’m tired. You must be exhausted.”
“At school I was on the dining hall rotation, which meant cooking for one hundred souls regularly. Tonight was a breeze.”
“Your soup was amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“The steak too.”
“Thank you again.”
“And the tart.”
“That was your sister. Let her know you thought so.”
“And the kiss.”
“Thank—” I’m grinning at him, but my eyes widen at his unexpected compliment, and I immediately look back up at the sky. It’s dark out so he can’t see my blush.
His chuckle is soft and low beside me, and maybe I’m wicked for not feeling more guilty, but I feel my smile grow as I trace Orion’s belt. I don’t dare look at him, but I feel him step closer to me, the warmth of his chest radiating against my back. If I moved slightly, one step even, his body would be flush against mine, and the shiver down my arms has nothing to do with the night chill. I want him to touch me, but I know he won’t.
As though he can read my mind, he whispers, close to my ear, “Not unless you ask.”
I close my eyes and say a prayer for strength and virtue, which, sadly, works, because the next thing I hear is his footsteps receding.
“Good night, sweet Ashley,” he says to my back, his voice a low rumble.
My eyes open slowly to the glittering heavens.
“Good night, sweet prince,” I whisper to Julian’s stars.
 

 

Fragments of Ash is part of the ~a modern fairytale~ collection: contemporary, standalone romances inspired by beloved fairy tales.

The Vixen and the Vet (Beauty & the Beast) – available now
Never Let You Go (Hansel & Gretel) – available now
Ginger’s Heart (Little Red Riding Hood) – available now
Dark Sexy Knight (Camelot) – available now
Don’t Speak (The Little Mermaid) – available now
Sheer Heaven (Rapunzel) – available now
Fragments of Ash (Cinderella) – coming October 1, 2018
Swan Song (The Ugly Duckling) – coming soon

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MEET KATY

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract, and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.

Forty books later, Katy claims authorship of the multititled New York Times and USA Today bestselling Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other stand-alone novels and novellas, including the critically-acclaimed, 2018 RITA© nominated, USA Today bestselling contemporary romance, Unloved, a love story.

Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Todaybestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, became a New York Times e-book bestseller.

Katy’s books are available in English, French, German, Italian, Portuguese and Turkish.

Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.

Keep in touch with Katy. She’d love to hear from you!