RELEASE DAY BLITZ                                   BACKWOODS BELLE by R.C. MARTIN



 Title: Backwoods Belle 

A Tennessee Grace Novel

Author: R.C. Martin

Genre: Contemporary / Erotic Romance

Release Date: 2nd June, 2017

She was meant to be mine. No other woman will do—but being
engaged to the likes of me won’t be easy. The paparazzi, the media, my
fans—we’re about to step into the eye of a storm. 
I’ve run from it before, but I won’t run from it again.
She’s my sweetheart, and no bride of mine will be cast into the background—not
by me. Not by anyone.
*Written as a novel continuation/conclusion to BACKGROUND


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★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of #KFF

This book bowled me over; I fell, and fell hard, for both Ashley and Corie in the prequel Background Noise.  Backwoods Belle just cemented my love for this special couple.

This book was a continuation of where we left off, several months after Background Noise and Corie has moved to New York City and is working as Ashley Hicks Manager.

“You.  Handlin’ Ashley Hicks like its second nature–like it’s what you were always meant to do.”

“I remember that the woman of his dreams celebrates birthdays with cupcakes and beer before she loves on her man until the sun comes up; I remember that that woman is me, and that I’m not in this alone.

On my best days, I’m brave and I love my Ashley without restraint.

And for now, that’s who he is to me.

Just Ashley.

My Ashley.

My favourite thing about this book is the love.  The love between Corie and Ashley is so heart stopping.  They share a love that anybody would die to have.

Ashley Hicks is a true southern gentleman from Nashville, I adored the way he spoke, and his voice melted my heart.

“Never felt this way about anyone.  Never felt more sure about anyone.  I need you to know that.”

“I want to make him feel as loved and as appreciated as he makes me feel.  I want him to know that I belong to him–every part of me.”

“I really do love him.  It’s not about the fame or his fortune.  It’s not even really about his talent, even though I find that absolutely remarkable.”

Backwoods Belle is at its basest form a soul mate/love at first sight/sweet romance.

I’ve read hundreds of romances over the years; but very few have managed to make me feel what they feel: friendship, companionship, true and unbreakable love.

“I hope I always love you this much–that you always want me this much.  I hope that no matter what, we’ll always be able to find our way back to each other–to find our way back to this place, where you look at me the way you’re looking at me right now; where you barely touch me and my need for you becomes annoyingly apparent.”

Backwoods Belle was, in many ways a book with two journeys in it; one of self discovery for both Corie and Ashley and the other was about their loves.  They found no limits they would go to for their love for one another and how much they could both achieve with each other.

There are quite a few love scenes in this book, but I loved every one of them, they had meaning and they had reason for being there.  Smut for smuts sake, was not what this book was about.  The scenes moved the story and their love forward.

” ‘Life is hard,’ I start to a whisper.  ‘It’s unfair and it’s relentless.  It never stops.  The sun will rise whether you’re ready or not.  Days, weeks, months, years will pass with little regard to those who have to live through them.  Not all days are bad ones, but they aren’t all good, either.”

Ashley and Corie made my heart all warm and fuzzy.

Their love touched me in ways characters in books seldom do.

“I stare right back, attempting to say all that I cannot find the voice to speak.

That I love him deeply.

That I love him wholly.

That I love him passionately.

That I love him recklessly.

That I love him unendingly.

That I love him–all of him–I love him–

My Ashley.”

This book worked for so many reasons.  The authors seamlessly enabled me to feel what was on the pages, to see what was on the page.

This book had so many things going on in it, but at no point Ashley and Corie never not a team.  They battled, they loved and they grew stronger.

This is a tale of the kind of love we all wish we could have.

I simply cannot recommend this book, or this author more.

“Simon, I understand that. But Ashley—”
I look up from where I’m standing, behind the kitchen
island,and focus my attention on Corie. That’s the second time Simon has
cut her off in a span of three minutes, and it’s starting to piss me
“I’m aware that time is money,” she says, her phone tucked
between her ear and her shoulder as she sprays down the window
I took her against a couple of hours ago.
I’m not the least bit surprised that she’s busying
herself with the task. She cleans when she’s anxious. I haven’t been able
to get her to break the habit, even though I’ve got a cleaning crew that drops
by a couple times a week to take care of stuff like that. She’s also
really self-conscious about leaving behind evidence of our love making.
Soiled sheets are one thing—the oil from her skin smeared across the
living room window? I’m impressed it lasted this long.
A smirk curls the side of my mouth as I watch her bend down,
giving me a nice view of her pretty, round ass in those tight blue
jeans before she straightens, shaking her shoulder-length, wavy brown
locks out of her face. She tugs a few paper towels from the roll she’s got
in her hand, pausing all movement as she listens to the man on the other
side of her call.
“Simon—three days. I’m asking you to push
the interviewthree days. The article isn’t even set
to print until—”
He cuts her off again, and she huffs out a sigh,
rubbing at the window vigorously. No longer capable of
keeping my distance, I abandon our half-made sandwiches, rounding the
island as I stomp into the next room. Corie’s wadding up
the used paper towels in her hand as I approach, and she
turns to look up at me when I stop just beside her. Our gazes lock, and my
chest swells when her eyes soften. Then I hold out my hand, signaling
that I’d like her to hand over her device. She scowls at me,
simultaneously shaking her head.
“Darlin’, let me talk to him,” I insist.
She pulls in a deep breath and shakes her head
again before she speaks. “You know that I wouldn’t be asking this if it
wasn’t a request that came from Ashley, right? We’re both fully aware that
the tour is less than six months away. I’m also not ignorant of the
fact that publicity is important—but I’m just asking for—”
When he cuts her off again, her face falling in
frustration, I reach for her phone without permission, knowing good and
well that she’s too small to best me. Quickly bringing the
device to my ear, I mutter a greeting to my publicist of a year and a
half.“Simon—is there a problem?”
“Oh, hey, Ashley,” he greets in reply, his tone light and
I furrow my brow, verbally expressing my confusion as I
ask, “What are you doing, man?”
“Just giving her a hard time, throwing off her scent.”
I free a sigh, regretting ever having told him
that I was even thinking about proposing. 
“That’s not necessary.”
“Really? I thought for sure, when she asked me to move GQ,
that meant this weekend was—”
“Yeah, it is. Doesn’t mean you need to talk to her like
“Ah, come on. You know I’m just playing along.”
In truth, Simon is not only great at what he does, he’s
also a pretty good guy. He’s been a part of the music industry longer than I
have, which means he’s been around for decades. At forty-three years old,
he brings a good deal of experience to the table that a guy like me can
benefit from.
On the flip side, he has a bit of a reputation. He can
be a real hard-ass. No doubt, it’s worked in my
favor before; but seeing as how he’s talking to my woman, he needs to
learn she’s not to be on the receiving end of his ire—whether he’s kidding or
“Simon,” I clip, shifting my gaze out the window.
“All right, all right. I’m backing down.”
I nod, happy to have gotten my point across. “Can
you move the meetin’?”
“Yeah. I’m on it. No big deal.”
“Right,” I scoff, shaking my head at him—regardless of the
fact that he can’t see me doing it.
“So this is it? You’re really going to go through with it?”
I look back at Corie and find her staring at me, her
eyes bouncing as she studies me anxiously. Thinking about spending the
rest of my life with her brings a smile to my face I don’t even try to
hide. She arches an eyebrow at me, as if silently asking me
what Simon’s saying, but I ignore her. Instead, I reach up and
slip my fingers around the side of her neck, then up to her nape, where I bury
my fingers in her hair and gently pull her closer to me. She comes willingly,
the roll of towels still tucked under her arm, and the wad of used ones held
tightly in her fist.
“Yup,” I tell Simon before pressing a soft kiss to Corie’s
“If you’re sure, then I’m happy for you. Nobody deserves to
get the girl more than you, Ashley.”
“I’m sure. So, cool it, would you?”
“Put her back on. I promise to be nice.”
“Here she is.”
When I pull the phone away from my ear and press it against
hers, I then gently tilt her head to the side, so she’s got it tucked back
between her ear and her shoulder. I let go of her neckwhen she starts
speaking, but I don’t get the chance to back away from her before she’s
gripping a fistful of my shirt.
“Okay. Thank you. I’ll watch for your text,” she tells
Simon. “Bye.”
Finished with her call, she lets go of my shirt to take hold
of her phone before she says, “Ashley, you can’t keep doing that.”
“Doing what?” I ask, feigning innocence with a shrug.
“You know what,” she murmurs, her lips turning down in a
slight frown. “There are going to be times when some of the people you work
with aren’t going to like what I have to say. Case in point,” she tells me,
lifting her phone to emphasize what she’s saying. “You can’t keep rescuing me.
I have to be able to handle these things on my own.”
“Not sayin’ you’re wrong, Corie, but if I’m around
when someone’s talkin’ to my woman the way he was just talkin’ to you, I’m
gonna butt in. It’s about respect, sugar. He knows better.”
I watch as she fights a smile, stepping closer to me before
she says, “And I get that, but I had that handled.”
“Sweetheart, now you listen here,” I pause, leaning
down until my forehead is almost touching hers.
“Somethings you don’tneed to handle—and seein’ as I’m
your man and your boss, I think it’s fair to say that
I’ve got the right to determine what I deem appropriate. You hear?”
She purses her lips together, fighting another smile before
she places a hand against my chest, pushing herself up on her tiptoesin order
to touch her head to mine. “I love you, Ashley Hicks.”
“I love you, too, darlin’.”
I watch as she closes her eyes and draws in a deep
breath before she settles back down on the soles of her feet and
gives me a gentle shove. “Get out of here before I kiss you. I have one more
call to make and then your schedule is clear.”
“Al’right,” I reply with a chuckle, backing my way out of
the room. “Lunch will be ready in a few.”
“I won’t be long.”
She turns away from me, headed for the sofa. On
my return trip to the kitchen, I look over my shoulder and see
that she’s replaced the paper towels in her hand with her tablet.
Seeing her work fills me with a double ounce of pride. Selfishly, I’m glad
that I was right—glad to see her doing so well in her position. She’s
thriving, and it’s so damn gorgeous to witness. But I’m also just proud
of her. She’s determined, smart, and ambitious. Not once has she
tried to ride on my coattails, or use our relationship to justify a lack
of effort on her part. She works hard, and I’m lucky to have her.
Leaving her to do her thing, I think back on my short
exchange with Simon.
There’s not a single doubt in my mind that she’s the one,
and nothing is going to stop me from dropping down to one knee tonight to make
that truth crystal clear.
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I’m a born and bred Coloradan. While
I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I’ve left a
piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. I started writing love
stories when I was seventeen, and I haven’t been able to stop! With me, you’ll
find that I dabble in a few different romance genres, but my voice is one
that’s all about the heart. Writing is my dream; and as a dreamer, you can rest
assured that there are many more novels in my head that I can hardly wait to
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Release Blitz : The Bad Guy by Celia Aaron


Title: The Bad Guy
Author: Celia Aaron
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: May 21, 2017

My name is Sebastian Lindstrom, and I’m the villain of this

I’ve decided to lay myself bare. To tell the truth for once
in my hollow life, no matter how dark it gets. And I can assure you, it will
get so dark that you’ll find yourself feeling around the blackened corners of
my mind, seeking a door handle that isn’t there.

Don’t mistake this for a confession. I neither seek
forgiveness nor would I accept it. My sins are my own. They keep me company.
Instead, this is the true tale of how I found her, how I stole her, and how I
lost her.

She was a damsel, one who already had her white knight. But
every fairy tale has a villain, someone waiting in the wings to rip it all
down. A scoundrel who will set the world on fire if that means he gets what he
wants. That’s me.

I’m the bad guy.


Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

~ 5 Stars ~ 

The Bad Guy, a book about the “Antihero” the villain as Sebastian sees himself.

“Ever fairy tale has a villain, someone waiting in the wings to rip it all down.  A scoundrel who will set the world on fire if that means he gets what he wants.  That’s me.

I’m the bad guy”.

I am new to Celia Aaron and am also new to Dark Romance.  Not knowing where to start in a genre that has interested me, but I was never sure which book to dip my toe into the genre with.  The Bad Guy was a great place to start.

This book is told from multiple view points; Camille, Sebastian, and Link (Camille’s white knight). For a diagnosed psychopath Sebastian is highly functioning.  Appearing normal to the outside world, only his father and closest friends know his dark secret. From the moment Sebastian is introduced to Camille he becomes obsessed, committing highly questionable acts to get to know who Camille is.

“She makes me feel.

Your tears, they should make me sad, right? They don’t.  I see you upset and I think ‘I don’t want you to be unhappy’ but I don’t feel your sadness.  But her’—

When she cries, when she laughs; I feel it in here”.

She makes him feel, something he felt he would never do in his life.

“The fissure in my chest opened again, lava surrounding my heart and charring edges.  No amount of antacids could cure the feelings she brought to my surface.  Though I couldn’t be sure, I suspected the feeling was a mix of rage and pain”.

“I clenched my eyes shut.  She appeared behind my lids, her eyes glittering as she laughed and turned to run.  I chased her.  Would never stop chasing her”.

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book, it was almost impossible to put it down and walk away even for a little while.  Sebastian has the kind of sense of humour that I relate heavily to, as he often has dark macabre thoughts.  Some of his thoughts are so reprehensible a normal person would not be having them.

“A vision of him with a knife protruding from his neck made me smile”.

This review has been the hardest to date. Not because I don’t know what to say, but what I can’t say about this book without giving away spoilers. This book struck a cord with me, one that I still can’t shake.  Sebastian’s personality and the nuances that made him, him, have left me with so many thoughts racing through my mind, I’m sure I’ll never do this book justice. To me, Sebastian wasn’t the bad guy, he may not have been the good guy either but to me he’ll always be the Black Knight, as he’s far too hot/raw to be a White Knight.

If you’ve never given a dark romance a go, this is the one to jump in with. It isn’t heavy, but it is dipping its toe into the dark pool.


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Celia Aaron is a recovering attorney who loves romance and erotic fiction. Dark to light, angsty to funny, real to fantasy—if it’s hot and strikes her fancy, she writes it. Thanks for reading.

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Blog Tour : Emergency Attraction by Samanthe Beck


Book Title: Emergency Attraction
Author: Samanthe Beck
Release Date: April 17, 2017

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About the Emergency Attraction

Ten years ago when Shane Maguire chose the Marines as his escape from some trouble of his own making, he only regretted one thing—leaving Sinclair Smith behind. Despite his best intentions, she ended up as the one that got away. Now he’s back, determined to reclaim everything he gave up, including Sinclair.

Sinclair is immune to Shane’s charms. She’s immune to stolen kisses behind the gym. And she’s definitely immune to that maneuver he did in the back seat of his car… Okay, maybe her hormones are susceptible, but she has absolutely no desire to risk anything on the bad boy who broke all his promises.

When a little emergency lands her at his mercy, he offers her a deal she can’t refuse. And this time, she’ll show Shane what it means to be left wanting…

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“Not a mark on the car.”

Shane turned and walked back to where Sinclair stood with her skirt caught in the car door. “Or you?”

Her chin came up as he drew near. “That goes without saying.”

“Does it?” He dropped his gaze, and took a slow tour of some territory he’d once been intimately familiar with, starting at her bare shoulders and continuing to where satiny skin disappeared beneath blue silk. “I remember finding some extremely creative places to leave marks.” He ran his finger along the neckline of her dress. “So you wouldn’t get in trouble. You didn’t need to be as cautious with me.”

“I”—she broke off and swallowed—“I don’t remember…”

Oh, yeah. She remembered. He took the gift bag out of her hand and set it on the roof of the Mercedes. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Sinclair.”

“What?” The word barely qualified as a whisper.

“I’m still extremely creative.” With that, he dropped to his knee, and peered behind her.

Her hand smacked his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Seeing if I can find a creative solution to your little predicament.” The position gave him an up-close look at the tangle of her skirt in the car door, the torn seam that rendered the dress un-wearable—he turned his head slightly—aaand the tiny, lacy, black panties that left mouthwatering portions of her ass bare to his view. Without doing any sort of motive check, he let his cheek brush the smooth flesh.

Muscles quivered in response. The hand on his shoulder switched to the top of his head, but she didn’t push him away. He trailed his lips across her thigh, automatically following the line of her panties where it hugged her hip and arrowed around front.

Her shuddery exhale triggered his inhale. Her scent stormed his senses, achingly familiar, and dangerously arousing. The molecules infiltrated his brain, coated the back of his throat, and left him dizzy from need. Balancing before her on both knees, taking a hip in each hand, he slowly closed in on the sheer triangle covering the prize.


He took another hungry inhale. The tip of his nose skimmed the lace. “Yes?”

Those slim fingers slid down until her palm cupped the back of his head. Her thighs parted.


A car alarm shattered the silence and broke the spell lust and memories had woven around them. She jerked away, shoved her skirt down, and glared at him. “That’s not part of our deal.”

He stood, intentionally taking up the space she’d tried to carve out for herself. “Don’t kid yourself, Sinclair. That’s always been part of our deal.”


 Review by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

~ 3.5 Stars ~

Ten years ago Shane and Sinclair were head over heels in love with each other. She was 16 and he was 18. Then one fateful day they were torn apart when he enlisted into the Marines to escape a troublesome event he himself created. Now Shane has returned to Magnolia Grove for work and to prove to Sinclair she can, again, trust him with her body and her heart. Sinclair, however, had other ideas.

“She knew firsthand a dangerous heart beat beneath his respectable facade. She’d outgrown her bad boy phase a long time ago. Been there. Done that. Got the scars to prove it.”

Emergency Attraction was, to me, a strange duck. I loved certain parts and found other parts dragged. As these kinds of books often do; there is a secret one person is keeping from the other. Disappointingly though, the secret is very easy to guess.

Sinclair and Shane were both very complex, well-padded out characters. To me they seemed pretty real.

“Slow your roll, baby girl. Last time I checked, there was a lot of road between all and nothing.”

There was so many times that left me frustrated. The to-ing and fro-ing back and forth constantly sent me through a tail spin. Emergency Attraction was jam packed with emotional content; you couldn’t but get pulled into the maelstrom of Shane and Sinclair’s relationship.

“Hit at me all you want. I’m not going anywhere.”
“We’ve both grown up. You were brave enough to take on the boy. Are you brave enough to taken on the man?”
“You’re mine. My past, present, and future. You’re my everything.”

I adored the interaction between Sinclair and her father. It left me laughing until I cried

“After you talk, if you need me to get my shotgun…”
“Dad, you don’t even own a shotgun.”
“Beau didn’t know that. Shane doesn’t have to know, either.”

Emergency Attraction is the third book in a series and to me was a perfect example of a book that can be read with the series or as a standalone. I didn’t lose anything by not reading the other two before Emergency Attraction.

This copy was an un-proofed ARC, and there were more than a few errors. These kept pulling me out of the story of Shane and Sinclair. I know this will be corrected before publishing, but to me it stole something from what could have been a beautiful second chance novel.

Now here’s the real issue I have with this book. The ending. I loved how it ended up and I adored the Epilogue. But there were several loose ends that weren’t addressed and Sinclair and Shane’s happily ever after was just plain rushed. It was as if I skipped the main meal and went straight to dessert.

Don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy Emergency Attraction. I just feel that certain aspects of this novel did it a total disservice.

About the Author

USA Today bestselling author Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering husband, their turbo-son, and a furry ninja named Kitty.
When not dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-after, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.

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Priscilla Story, the self-proclaimed “wild child” of the straight-laced Story clan, has always had a knack for getting herself trouble. Except this time, her “growing problem” is going to require a Daddy sooner than later…or she can kiss her inheritance good-bye.

Shane Olson, who previously dated Priscilla’s sister, Margaret, isn’t opposed to a marriage of convenience for the sake of furthering his business interests, but Priscilla – with her wild ways – is just about the last woman he’d choose to marry.

In order to make the marriage look convincing, they end up having to spend more time together than they’d originally planned. When rolling stone, Priscilla, who lives by the seat of her muu-muu, and seriously-ambitious Shane, who’s had his whole life planned since he was eleven, start falling for each other, it’s going to take a whole lot of compromise for this Bohemian and her Businessman to find their happily ever after.


Review by Emma-Louise Lewis on behalf of KFF

~ 5 Stars ~ 

The Bohemian and the Businessman; a title that truly is the definition of just how many differences there are between Priscilla Story and Shane Olson.

“Wild child” Priscilla finds herself in a sticky situation. Pregnant and single, facing losing her inheritance, if she doesn’t marry before her secret is exposed.

“I’m not, she wanted to scream, fisting her hands by her sides and blinking back tears. I’m not even close to okay. I’m having a baby, and when our father finds out, he’ll disown me. My allowance is almost gone. I’ll have nowhere to go…

Hard working Shane, craves to be in the top tier of Story Imports…

“You can’t be a vice president here unless you’re family.”

“But Alice—“

“I’m not talking about the girls. I need the right man for the job.”

“A son-in-law, I need a son-in-law who can start taking over the reins!”

Priscilla comes up with the idea that they should marry. Solve her issue and Shane’s in one fell swoop.

Shane was a multifaceted character who broke my heart and rebuilt it so many times, I had this overwhelming desire to just tuck him in my pocket and keep him safe. Shane Olson is also a complex character, who on the surface comes across as arrogant and has no sense of humour. Who Shane really is, is much more complicated and layered. Honestly, somewhere in the midst of all the drama this book throws at the reader, I fell fast and hard for the inexperienced Shane Olson; his baby blue eyes especially.

The villain in this book is evident…Douglas Story the arrogant, sexist, vile father of Priscilla and her sisters. Douglas Story was like a bad smell you can’t clear from your nose. I have never, ever read a book where there was a character that was such a potential menace to me literally throwing my kindle across the room.

“…always wanted a boy. A son. Someone like you.

Instead I got them. A mouthy rebel, a shrinking violet, an airhead, a hippie and a big baby. Five girls.”

The beauty of the love between Priscilla and Shane is breath taking.

Maybe life is like this sometimes for some lucky people, he thought: After years and years of nothing special, someone miraculous walks into your life, and in the space of a few weeks, everything changes. You get married. You fall in love. Quickly. All at once. Without any warning. And the thing is, if you longed for it but never saw it coming, the depth of your gratitude leave you speechless, humbled you, changes you from the inside out. Because in one perfect flash of grace, everything you ever wanted is suddenly yours, even though you doubted something this good would ever happen to you.

From the front cover to the last words, I was enthralled. Carried away on a journey I was so sure was going to go blow up in their faces. Priscilla and Shane are committed and rock solid partners from a certain point early-ish in the book. I loved how they leaned on each other and supported each other. This book was the true definition of unconditional love.


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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.

Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today 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 standalone novels and novellas.

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 Today bestseller 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.

In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and mortar bookstores all over the United States.

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.

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Title: Resisting My Submission

Author: Jenna Jacob

Series: The Doms of Genesis #7

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: 18th March, 2017



They say first impressions mean everything. Either Maximus “Max” Gunn didn’t get the memo or he didn’t care. The gorgeous, muscle-bound Dominant’s assumption that I, Mistress Sammie, was a submissive set my blood boiling. I wanted to drive the toe of my coveted Louis Vuitton stilettos between his legs—and bring him to his knees.

But anger wasn’t the only burning emotion Max ignited inside me. The potent sexual attraction we share threatened to burn me alive, too. Unwilling to cede our Dominance, the battle for control raged like a third world war, both in and out of the dungeon. It would take a coup d’état for love to conquer our drive to command.

But when Max learns the secrets of my past, and attempts to heal my scars, I don’t know if I’ll be able to still the battle…or fall willingly to my knees.





 Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of #KFF

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Samantha Radcliffe lived a happy and fulfilled life once, and then 9/11 happened and she lost her Husband/Master Desmond when his plane flew into the North Tower.

Left all alone to pick up the pieces of her shattered life Samantha packed up and left New York and ended up in Chicago where she met Mika, the owner of Genesis, a Bdsm members only club.  No longer being able to bear being a sub, Samantha, with Mika’s help, rose from the ashes as a Dominant “Mistress Sammie”.

Fast forward 16 years and Sammie is still working and playing at Genesis; when in strolls Maximus “Max” Gunn.  A dominant to the core, Max instantly assumes Sammie is a sub.

“My, my.  What a lovely sight you are. Tell me, little one…are you owned?”

To which Sammie uses quick wit and her sharp tongue to put him straight.  Sam’s sarcasm and sharp tongue had me in stitches…

“Sammie…Mistress Sammie.”

After having buried Samantha and her previous life for so many years, eventually, it was all bound to rise back to the surface.  Max is that catalyst, at every turn Sammie sees his keen observations as insults, this leaves her raw and on edge.  Defensive and spoiling for a fight.

Fighting to prove she is indeed a true Dom, Sammie rips off the plasters of her pasts and leaves her and me crying our eyes out.

Max and Sammie’s relationship is as turbulent as trying to find your way through a minefield.  There’s always an unarmed device, waiting to blow up in your face.

“For a woman who’d kept her emotions on a short leash for years. Max had effortlessly busted mine clean off the chain.”

Max’s calm and attentive patience wears Sam down.  She begins to questions her whole life and the choices she has made.  Is she a Dom or is she a true submissive?

Resisting my Submission is the 7th book in a long reaching series, it may be part of a series, but it can be read as a standalone.  Sure, I may have missed the stories of other characters, but, I didn’t feel as if this distracted me from the story of Sam & Max…and what a story it was.  The highs and the lows.  The family at Genesis is real and protective.  It didn’t matter if you were D/s, everyone was loved and protected.

“It’s time to teach that little weasel a lesson.  When you mess with one of us…you mess with all of us”

Resisting my Submission was a book I could not put down.  I started and finished it in practically one sitting.

To say this author has become one of my favourites for Bdsm is putting it mildly.  Throughout every page it is so clear to see how much research has been done on the lifestyle and the ways in which to do it RIGHT!

I applaud Ms Jacob for writing such an amazing read and I’ll certainly be looking out for future releases.




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USA Today Bestselling Author Jenna Jacob’s erotic romance comes from the heart of submission. With over twenty years’ experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, Jenna strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice. Her stories will make you laugh, cry, and may leave you with a better understanding of the fulfillment found in the BDSM power exchange.

A married mom of four grown children, Jenna and her husband lives in Kansas. Her passions include her family, reading, camping, cooking, music, and riding Harleys. She loves to make people laugh with her outgoing and warped sense of humor. If you’re looking for hot romance with a kinky twist, pick up one of Jenna’s books.





                               EXCERPT REVEAL                               DIRTY FILTHY RICH MEN by Laurelin Paige


Dirty Filthy Rich Men, an all-new contemporary romance from NYT Bestseller Laurelin Paige is coming March 27th!


Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige
Publication Date: March 27th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

From NYT Bestselling author Laurelin Paige, discover a whole new world filled with sex, love, power, romance and dirty, filthy rich men.

When I met Donovan Kincaid, I knew he was rich. I didn’t know he was filthy. Truth be told, I was only trying to get his best friend to notice me.

I knew poor scholarship girls like me didn’t stand a chance against guys like Weston King and Donovan Kincaid, but I was in love with his world, their world, of parties and sex and power. I knew what I wanted—I knew who I wanted—until one night, their world tried to bite me back and Donovan saved me. He saved me, and then Weston finally noticed me, and I finally learned what it was to be in their world.

And then what it was like to lose it.

Ten years later, I’ve found my way back. Back to their world. Back to him.

This time, I’m ready. I’ve been down this road before, and I know all the dirty, filthy ways Donovan will try and wreck me.

But it’s hard to resist. Especially when I know how much I’ll like it.


After she was gone, I walked over to the windows and drank in the scene. The Town Center was high enough that it had an unblocked view of downtown Manhattan, Brooklyn, and beyond.

Giddiness surged through me, starting like a pinprick at my center and moving out through my veins in all directions until even my fingers and toes felt warm.

I was really here.

I made it.

It wasn’t the way I thought it would be, but in the end, it still came out of my time at Harvard. I’d always known that connections made the difference in a career, and here I was. Finally. At the top of the world, looking out.

I couldn’t stop grinning.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” a male voice came from behind me.

Still smiling, I glanced up and caught his reflection in the window.

And everything disappeared.

The world that had buzzed below, the beautiful scene, the excitement that had unfurled through my body—all of it evaporated and all that existed in its place was a pale, hollow shell of myself and the man in the perfectly tailored suit behind me.

I turned to look at him directly. Our gazes smashed together, and my legs nearly fell out from under me.

“Donovan,” I rasped. It was a miracle that I managed to find enough voice to say that much.

And there was so much more that had to be said. So much more that I hadn’t prepared for. Which was ridiculous since I’d talked to him so many times in my head over the years, practiced so many conversations, but never did he show up out of the blue looking so dastardly handsome in a dark gray three-piece suit, his face rugged with scruff, his eyes hazel and earnest despite the playful smirk on his lips.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I wasn’t even sure how to breathe anymore.

He broke our gaze to nod out the window at the skyline, walking toward me as he said, “I’m sure you found the Empire.”

Though his focus was now on the scenery, I didn’t take my eyes off him as he approached. He didn’t stop until he was right beside me. So close our shoulders would touch if I coughed. Tension ran off him like foam spilling over from a mug of beer. Good tension. Bad tension. I wasn’t sure if there was a difference when it came to Donovan.

Which was why I was screwed if he was here.

Why the hell was he here?

“I thought you were in Tokyo.” I couldn’t stop staring at him. He’d gotten more refined with age, and rougher at the same time. His hair was short and his curls gone, giving him a polished look he lacked before. The lines by his eyes were more defined and his expression seemed harder than I’d remembered. It made him sexier.

As if he was a man who needed to be sexier than the one I knew.

“I came back two months ago,” he said offhandedly. “That’s it right there.” He leaned his face in close to mine as he pointed to the famous structure. “Do you see it?”

Fuck if I cared about the Empire. I was in Donovan Kincaid’s orbit. What else was there in the world?




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USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige 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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