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BLUE BALLS

Truth: A painful condition caused by a prolonged state of sexual arousal without release.
Myth: Only affects males.

SARAH

I’m beyond frustrated with the man who’s left me high and very far from dry. Multiple times. But, somehow, even though I’m not interested in a relationship, Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome keeps me coming back for more—one crazy, sexual debacle after the next.

Come hell or high water, the stars will align, and the release will be out of this world.

JACK
I’m captivated with the woman who’s left me sixty-nine shades of blue, and she’s only in this for one thing. The first time, I blew it—and not in the good way—but I’m going to ensure we finally see it through. I need to put an end to this “plague” of sexual calamities and prove to Sarah that we can have more.

It’s time to grab the universe by the balls and show it who’s boss.

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RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular 80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she’s your girl.

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                                RELEASE BOOST                                    TRASHY FOREPLAY by GEMMA JAMES

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Scandalous. Shameful. TRASHY.

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Never flirt with temptation.
Never lust after what I can’t have.
And never, under any circumstances, screw a married man again.

By the time this story is told, I’ll have failed at all three…

With my heart and reputation in ruins, I can’t afford to make another mistake. Boarding a flight to Seattle is supposed to give me a clean slate, but from the moment Cash Montgomery slides into the seat next to mine, I’m captivated by his steel eyes that see too much. I ache for this stranger in a way I’ve never ached for anyone.

But I didn’t know he was married, and I sure as hell didn’t see the curveball fate had in store. My clean slate in Seattle isn’t so clean after all because my new boss is the man forbidden to me.

And the only man I want.

The only man I’ll do anything for, even if it means breaking the promise I made to myself when I fled my old life in shame.

I wasn’t supposed to fall for a married man, but I did.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Though the subject matter deals with cheating, there are no innocent parties here. Book 1 in the Trashy Affair series.

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4.5 Stars

Reviewed by Klaire Sutherland on behalf of KFF

Oh my word, Gemma James…what did you write lady?

When I signed up for Trashy Foreplay, I did so with great trepidation. The last book I read from Gemma James was from the Condemned series; dark, twisty books that assuaged my palette for reading. I loved those books, and still they remain among one of my favourite series. I was wary about reading her New Adult work in case it disappointed. I knew it was different but the irresistible pull of this author, and the way she writes, pulled me in.

I hoovered the first chapter, falling in love again with the way this author so eloquently writes. I was immersed in the feels and the emotions that were emoted through her character, Jules, who we meet first. Then in walks Cash, equally emotive and just as devastated as Jules. From the moment they meet, you feel it, and you just know Trashy Foreplay is going to drag you through the ringer. There’s nothing trashy about this novel. Nothing. I’m not recapping the story here, you need to read it and make up your own mind.

From a technical point of view, Trashy Foreplay is as cliched and overdone as you can get. But Gemma James takes the plot and absolutely owns it, makes it her own. The book put me a little in mind of Mo Mabie’s Bait. That’s not to say it’s a carbon copy, because it’s not, the book is so far from it. However, Gemma James writes some exquisite angst that rivals Bait, another book I loved for this very reason. I fought to find the right words to describe how I felt through many of the chapters. Watching Jules and Cash struggle had me feeling hopeless on occasions. Despair – it’s the only word to sum up a large portion of my feelings while reading.

We have to talk cliff hangers – because Trashy Foreplay has one. It’s quick. There’s a phenomenal high, luring the reader into a false sense of security – them boom! It all comes tumbling down in true cliffy style. And this is where my 4.5 review comes in. Trashy Foreplay was riding the coat tails of five shiny stars until the very last sentence. Not because it was a cliff hanger, no. I love a good one. More so the fact that I felt it was weak, too tame and didn’t seem in keeping with the book. Any other author and I’d say they lacked courage to pull out the big guns but not this author. Gemma James has the guts to twist a reader sideways and isn’t afraid to do it, nor think twice. So, the cliff hanger confused me until I sat and thought about it in terms of follow through to the next book. I get it, I do. There’s much more to that story thread. Still, it didn’t sit so well with me.

Trashy Foreplay is a book you will devour and despair over. Gemma James stabs her inked pen into your heart a time or two before you reach the end. I understand why this book was difficult to write but boy, oh boy did the author absolutely nail it. If you pick up on the subtle hints and twists woven between the obvious then you’ve done well and I see no reason why you won’t be champing at the bit for round two. I know I am.

Highly recommended for the angst, the flair, the beauty of Gemma James words bringing this story to light. Sublimely seductive. I hope you enjoy as much as I did.

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I go perfectly still as his arm snakes around me from behind. A warm palm flattens against my stomach, and the tips of his fingers inch beneath the waistband of my jeans. Everything south of that tempting hand flares to life, setting off a deep ache I know only he can fix.

Pulling me against his body, he leans down and whispers into my ear. “Watching him touch you is killing me.”

“Knowing you’re married is killing me.”

He curses under his breath. A hint of his woodsy cologne, along with the sweet aroma of bourbon fills my nostrils.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Maybe a little.” He whirls me around until we’re face-to-face, and my heart flutters in my throat as he tightens his arms around me. “Come upstairs with me.”

His proximity riots through me, the heat of his body sizzling all the way to my fucking toes. We fall into a lazy sway, dancing but not quite, and for a crazy second, I consider following him to the VIP area in the loft. As far as I can tell it’s empty unless a stray couple is hiding in the shadows in the very back. I doubt it though. The club is vibrating with restless energy as everyone crowds the first floor in anticipation of the concert.

“Look at me, Jules.”

His words jolt me to awareness, and I realize I’m staring at his chest. I curl my hands into fists at my sides, too tempted to run my palms down that broad expanse hiding underneath cotton. I bet it’s the softest material on the planet, but I won’t find out because I’m not going there.

Nope.

Not. Gonna. Do. It.

Because I have zero control right now, and we’re standing in the middle of a busy club with God-knows-who watching. And if I do touch him…I might not stop.

“Jules,” he murmurs. “Bring those gorgeous eyes up here.”

I lift my chin and dive headfirst into the fire of his gaze. His eyes are a smoldering, liquid steel. “Cash…please…”

“Please what?”

“Don’t make me want to give in. You’re married.” My voice cracks on that ugly word.

“My marriage is a sham.”

“Your marriage is your business.” I grip his arms, intending to push him away. But somewhere along the way, my brain gets its wires crossed, and I end up curling my fingers around his biceps. God, he’s built—solid man through and through.

“I disagree,” he says, dipping his head until our mouths linger a hairsbreadth from each other. “Everything about me is very much your business.”

“W-why?”

“Because I can’t feel this way about you without it being your business.”

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About the Author:

Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children–three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

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                                      BLOG TOUR                                     TWISTED TWOSOME by MEGHAN QUINN

We’re celebrating the release of TWISTED TWOSOME by Meghan Quinn!

 

Title: TWISTED TWOSOME

Author: Meghan Quinn

Genre: NA Romantic Comedy

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Release Date: 3rd August, 2017

 

 

Synopsis

Racer McKay is a broody bastard.

From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable. 

A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder.

Racer McKay is also infuriatingly . . . sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time.

We try to stay out of each other’s way . . . that is until I have no other option but to ask for his help.

But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.

Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.

*Twisted Twosome is a stand alone romantic comedy.

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**GEORGIANA**

“So, are you ready for tonight?” Madison asks.

The heat of the sun intensifies with the mention of tonight. It’s beating down on me, building up the pressure, circling me in an inferno of what’s to come.

Tonight.

I don’t think I’ve ever been more nervous in my entire life. Even when I was forced to go with Danny Leshay to senior prom because it was part of my father’s business deal with a client. My dad buys out a lumberyard, and in return, I have to go with the guy’s son to prom. Thoughts of being stabbed and murdered on the side of the road by someone I didn’t know terrified me. Thanks, Dad!

“I’m prepared but so freaking nervous.” I turn on my side and face Madison. “I have that sinking feeling he’s going to say no.”

“How can he say no, G? You’ve run through your presentation a million times. I’ve seen it. You are solid with all your numbers, with your projections; it’s an easy yes.”

“To any other businessman, my presentation is an easy yes, but to my dad . . . I have this horrible feeling it’s going to be a hard pass.”

And that’s the honest truth. He’s a good man, but when it comes to me, I’m his little girl, not an aspiring entrepreneur.

“You might be surprised.” Madison takes a big sip from her drink. “He wasn’t happy at first about you going to Northwestern and earning your master’s in business, but he changed his mind about that.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, because on paper, I’m more appealing to one of the ‘husbands’ my dad has chosen for me. An educated girl is a girl with goals and motivation, one that will be able to participate with knowledgeable commentary in dry, pointless conversations at charitable events. My entire life leading to this point has been a long and drawn-out finishing school run, and operated by my father, preparing me for the very moment I meet the one man I can stand at his side, woo his clients, and be the trophy wife I’ve been morphed into.” I set my drink on the table between us and rest my hands under my cheek. “I want so much more, Madison.”

“If you had red hair and was brushing it with a fork right now, I would think you were the little mermaid.”

“I’m serious.” I laugh just as cursing from a thousand men breaks up our little conversation.

From the side of the pool where renovations for the pool house are taking place, the lone construction worker is holding his finger between his jean-clad legs.

Madison sits up and lifts her sunglasses to get a look at the commotion. “Did you hammer a nail into your finger over there?”

The man who’s been working on the building for a few weekends looks up at us. His head is covered by a backward black baseball cap, his chest is bronze from working many hours outside this summer, and it’s hard not to notice the corded muscles wrapped around his entire body, from his chiseled stomach to his powerful biceps. To be honest, it hasn’t been a chore watching him these last few weekends.

What’s-His-Name looks up and pops his finger in his mouth, sucking on it as his body ripples under the brightness of the sun.

“Damn,” Madison mutters under her breath just as the man pops his finger out of his mouth. “Mama likes.”

Unable to hear Madison slowly discredit his self-respect, he gruffly says, “I’m good.” Not giving us a second thought, he shakes his hand and turns back toward his project.

Never having spoken to the man—I’ve only seen him around—I cautiously say, “You sure? Kind of looks like you’re hurt.”

Slowly he turns his head in my direction, his eyes cutting me a look of indignation. “I’m good, Princess. No need to set your cocktail down to check on me.”

Pardon me? Was that attitude?

I sit up, my legs straddling my lounge chair and tip my sunglasses up so he can see my dissatisfaction in his choice of words. “It’s Georgiana, not princess.”

Picking up his hammer, he shoves it in a holster attached to his side and says, “Could have fooled me.”

“Oooooo,” Madison says as if she’s in grade school. “Burned.” She sits back in her chair, taking a sip of her drink as if she’s preparing for the show of a lifetime, one she might just get.

Slowly, I set my drink down and stand. I adjust the fabric of my swimsuit bottom so it’s covering my ass and saunter over to the man, now sorting nails as he casually glances in my direction.

When I stand in front of him, I watch his eyes travel over my barely covered frame until he meets me head-on. His staggering height doesn’t intimidate me, even though he towers over my petite frame. He appears strong and powerful with a hard set in his jaw.

“What did you say?” I ask, a hand on my hip.

Not giving me his complete attention, he says, “You heard what I said or else you wouldn’t be over here trying to put on a front.”

“Put on a front?” My voice sounds a little shrill from the accusation. “I’m not putting on a front.”

“Yeah?” He pulls a rag from his back pocket, lifts his hat, and wipes his brow. His blond hair sticks up in all different directions with beads of sweat at the tips that aren’t covered by his hat. “So you’re not trying to act intimidating in front of your friend? You know, push around the hired help to make yourself feel better?”

“Excuse me?” Two seconds ago I was irritated, now I’m mad. “How dare you make such an awful accusation about me. You don’t know a thing about me.”

“I know enough,” he answers and turns around to nail another board for the new siding. His incessant hammering has ensured a headache all morning.

“Hey.” I poke his sweaty back, trying to ignore how amazingly tight it feels under my index finger. “I suggest if you want to keep your job you show a little respect.”

Whoa, can we all say it together? Georgiana, you’re a bitch. The words felt dirty leaving my mouth. I really don’t act like this, like my—gulp—parents, but I’m tired, anxious about meeting with my dad, and irritated. It’s a cataclysmic combination and when that happens, nothing good comes from it. I’m about to apologize when he starts to go off on me.

“Respect? You want to talk respect?” He spins on his heel and holds up his hammer. “What do you know about respect, Princess? From where I see it, you know nothing. Every weekend I’ve been here, you’ve ordered people around, watching them wait on you hand and foot, complained about not having any money, gossiped about every bad boob job in town, and have yet to be pleasant to anyone who stands an inch beneath you.” He goes to hammer again but turns around once more and says, “And the heels you just had to wear out to the pool ripped a fucking hole in my nail gun hose, giving me no other option than to nail these boards by hand, adding on time I can’t afford. So, Princess, excuse me for upsetting you, but I’m sticking with the nickname. It fits you to a T. Oh, and just so you know, sandals. Sandals are the proper footwear you should be wearing around the pool.” He rolls his eyes, turns around, and starts hammering another nail into the siding of the pool house.

How dare he!

“That’s what you think I am? Some whiney brat?”

“If the unnecessary high heel fits, Princess.”

Unsure of what to do. I stomp my foot and say, “Well, I’m not.”

Pretty sure my reaction just solidified his assumption.

“Tantrums don’t work on me; try your daddy.” He continues to hammer away, his back muscles shimmering with each movement.

“Maybe I will. We’ll see what he has to say about this little conversation.”

He places another nail against the board and starts hammering. “Wouldn’t be shocked if you did. You step on my hose, ruin my chances of getting this project done today, which only prolongs my time here, cutting down on my chance to make more money since I’m getting paid a flat rate, and now you want to get me fired. Sounds about right. Can’t take the blame for anything.”

No one has ever been so disrespectful to me.

“How was I supposed to know I stepped on your stupid hosey thing?”

“Maybe if you pay attention to people and objects around you, you may have noticed.”

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” He has me all wrong, and it is really bothering me that he pictures me as a spoiled, inconsiderate, self-consumed brat. That’s not who I am at all. 

“How do you figure? Because the way I see it, you’re the jerk.” His body fully turns around to face me, challenge in his eyes, maybe a bit of humor at the corner of his lips as he awaits my answer.

Holding my chin high, I say, “Because, instead of having a hissy fit like a petulant child, you could have come over to me and said, ‘Miss Westbrook, sorry to bother you, but you seem to have poked a hole in my hose.’ But instead you decided to stew over here and then pick on me when I was trying to see if you were okay from your inability to hammer a nail into a piece of wood properly. It’s called being an adult.”

He studies me, hands on his hips, not showing any kind of reaction. “Being an adult, huh? And you think you’re an expert at that?”

“I would say I’m well-versed in the topic.”

He nods, his teeth biting down on his lower lip as his eyes flick to where Madison is sitting. “Well-versed, interesting. Tell me, when did adults start eating dinosaur chicken nuggets for lunch?”

Just when I’m about to reply, Madison calls out, “Nuggies are ready, G. Come eat T-Rex’s arms with me. Roar!”

I shut my eyes tight, willing for this moment to disappear, maybe praying for the ground to swallow me whole due to Madison’s poor timing. The infuriating man says with a smile, “Your nuggies are ready, Princess. Don’t want them getting cold.”

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Reviewed by Anna Green on behalf of KFF

If your eyes are still red and puffy from crying after you finished reading the latest heart-wrenching book, this is the perfect remedy for your book hangover.

A seriously funny story about Racer and Georgiana told in dual points of view. Seldom have I laughed out loud when reading romantic comedies and this one had me at every chapter.

Racer is a blue collar hero/knight-in-shining-armour and a male stripper by mistake (you’ll find out about this one on the first quarter of the book). He works for a construction company together with his close friends, Tucker and Aaron aka Smalls. He was raised by his father singlehandedly and was brought up with the motto: “Make mistakes, tell the worst truth rather than the best lie, love hard, and be the better man.”

Georgiana is the exact opposite of Racer. She was born rich, her dad is in politics and her mom is the typical socialite. Although Georgie comes from a privileged background she actually wants more to life than just shopping and going to parties looking for the perfect husband with matching social status.

The first meeting between this two didn’t go down very well it was more like hate at first sight.   Each one is not impressed with the other but they are forced to work together because both were desperate: she wants validation and he is broke. He thinks she’s a spoiled brat and she thinks he’s rude and bossy.

“Don’t be so stuck-up. I know it’s hard to dislodge the pole that was stuck up your ass when you were born, but with a little lube, we can shimmy it out.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “I don’t mind taking it out for you and replacing it with my good-time pole.”

Racer always tries to get the rise out of Georgiana and she always falls for it but she can also give as good as she gets.

“How about we just don’t make any noise? How does that sound? Hmm?”

“I can’t work in silence. It’s too boring. We could have a conversation, or will that be too difficult for you? Putting sentences together rather than talking like an ass-scratching ape?”

This pair’s snarky banter is hilarious it is verbal foreplay at its best. Their friends are as equally as funny too. What I like about the main characters is that even though they are from different backgrounds they have the same passion for work. Underneath Racer’s crude sense of humour and Georgiana’s high society image both are genuinely good people with kind hearts.

One of the funniest books I’ve read and yet also made me cry (a little bit, mind you). Step aside Christian Grey I’d rather have Racer any time of the day. He’s got no issues, he’s sexy and can dance like a male stripper and good with his hands. Highly recommended!

5 stars!

About the Author:

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Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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                                  BLOG TOUR                 BENEATH THE TRUTH by MEGHAN MARCH

 

From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes the final sexy standalone set in the Beneath world of New Orleans.

I used to believe there were lines in life you don’t cross.
Don’t lie. Don’t cheat. Don’t steal.
Until I learned people don’t always practice what they preach.
I turned in my badge and gun and walked away from everything.
Then I got the call no one wants, and I’m back in New Orleans.
What I don’t expect is for her to be here too.
Another line you don’t cross?
Don’t touch your best friend’s little sister.
She’s always been off-limits.
Too bad I don’t follow the rules anymore.

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★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Klaire Sutherland on behalf of KFF

Can most definitely be read as a standalone even though it is book number seven of the Beneath series, the last book. There is a part at the end of the book, the epilogue, which gives the rest of the couples throughout the series, their own little parting gift to the reader, which just might be considered a bit ‘spoily’ in terms of the rest of the series. I thank Meghan for this, perfect way to round up a series. Otherwise, jump right in…Beneath the Truth is a fantastic book to while away the hours with. I’ve always enjoyed Meghan March’s work, out with this series too, I know I’m getting a good when I pick up one of her novels. This is no exception.

Beneath the Truth has a little mix of everything. All the emotions are there – from the heart pumping adrenalin spikes within explosive scenes, to the little barbs of fear you feel when navigating the story. An easy tale to climb on board with and stay the course, it’s far from mediocre storytelling. The author threw in some complex twists that most readers won’t see coming but that’s not to say the story isn’t a dream to follow along.

Rhett Hennessey is no stranger to the Beneath series and this is the perfect homage to the man – the last one. He was always a bit of a mystery and I know many a reader desperately wanted this book. I’ve always liked him when I’ve met him and his background is extremely sore in terms of family and profession. I didn’t see Rhett as the larger than life ‘alpha’ man that perhaps other did. I felt he always kept his wits about him (understandably) and never got too big for his boots. I loved the couple story in this, and I felt it was written with realism. Here we have mousy little Ariel, Heath’s sister, coveting her brother’s best friend from afar. And for a very long time. Except when both return; Ariel isn’t so mousy anymore. Lord, I thought Ari was brilliant. She had an absolute heart of gold which shone so bright. Character development for both were great, albeit I felt they were a little full on a bit quick (this is a personal preference), not so much with the sexual scenes but more so declarations and such things. Together they light up the room, yin to yang. No questions asked. Secondary characters were fantastic and fitted the story well. Meghan March makes you care about her people, she always has. Beneath the Truth is no different.

It hasn’t quite been a five-star read for me. I had one or two niggles, like the brothers popping in and out, the cartel side to the story I felt was a tad underdone and wasn’t up to its full potential. And a silly thing really. This is the end of a series and I wish the author would have left it that way. There is reference to a couple of characters towards the back end of the book which are to be the first of a new series. This is common knowledge but I wasn’t a fan of them being there. I think if you’re going to finish a series – finish it. Period. Start a brand new one. Don’t introduce to me to anyone, let me go all in to a new series with no preconceived ideas please.

Hey – I’d recommend this and the whole series. It’s a joy of a read from start to finish, book one to seven. Don’t miss it!

 

 

EXCERPT:

Wham. My heart slammed against my ribs as it sped up about twenty beats per minute.

The heat and delicious woodsy citrus scent radiating from his body did good things to me. Things that made me want to do very bad things to him. I wasn’t a seventeen-year-old virgin anymore. I knew my way around a man, but I had to admit, the hipsters in Cali had nothing on a homegrown Louisiana man like Rhett.

When he spoke, he leaned in so close that I could feel his breath on my ear. “You missed that shot on purpose.”

My gaze jumped from the sexy five o’clock shadow shading his jaw to his piercing green eyes.

“Wha-what are you talking about?” I smacked myself mentally when my old stammer kicked in. Of course he would cause it.

“That shot. You missed on purpose. I saw you adjust at the last minute. Why?”

I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth and decided to take the safest exit from this situation. Lying.

“Cue slipped.”

His eyes narrowed on me. “You’re lying and you’re terrible at it, just like you’ve always been.” He reached up and pressed his thumb to my left eyebrow. “You get a twitch right here.”

Oh my God. Rhett Hennessy is touching me. And what’s more . . . he knows my tell. He noticed me!

The fifteen-year-old inside me did a terrible cartwheel at the realization. Okay, more of a round-off. With a tumble in the grass to finish. Whatever.

But outwardly, I was trapped in that green gaze until he decided to let me go—or until I came to my senses.

I cleared my throat and sidestepped him. “Whatever you say, hotshot. I need another drink.”

Focusing on putting one four-inch heel in front of the other without biting it, I escaped to the table and reached for the whiskey glass I’d left behind, interrupting my brother and the waitress. They both stared at me as I chugged the contents.

I’d always wondered what it would feel like to have Rhett’s attention, and now I knew. In a word, it was . . . unnerving.

“How’s the game going?” my brother asked.

“Fine.” Keeping my answer short meant he couldn’t tell that I was lying. Heath wasn’t nearly as observant as Rhett.

“You winning?”

Thanking the Lord that Heath obviously hadn’t been watching, I shrugged. “I guess.”

He glanced toward Rhett and then back to me. “The sister I know and love doesn’t lose at pool. Ever. Even to Rhett Hennessy.”

I lowered the glass to the table and straightened my shoulders. “Like they say, things change.”

He nodded slowly. “That may be true about most things, Flounder. But you’re a pool shark and we both know it.”

Before I could respond, Heath’s attention jumped back to the waitress. I took another ten seconds to gather myself, also known as drinking offensively in my mind, before I crossed the floor to face off against my former obsession.

“You all right, Red?” Rhett asked.

“Don’t call me that. And I’ve never been better.”

His gaze dipped to my feet and dragged up my body. “I can agree with that statement.”

Whoa. Who is this guy with the innuendo? A glance at his empty whiskey glass told me he was drinking heavily as well. Was this the booze talking? Or was Rhett Hennessy not just noticing me, but noticing me?

Either way, I had to play it cool. Or at least pretend to play it cool, since it seemed I might fall short.

“Your turn, hotshot. Better not miss, because I’ll clear the table next time,” I said, but my cocky attitude backfired.

Rhett didn’t miss. He sank his balls and then the eight, ending the game almost as quickly as it started. He returned his cue to the rack and turned to face me, all traces of the earlier heat banked, his expression shuttered.

“Game over.”

What the hell just happened?

 

 

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Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.

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                                     BLOG TOUR                                                    COCKY CHEF by JD HAWKINS

 

Cocky Chef by JD Hawkins

Release Date: July 31st

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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You can call me arrogant as much as you want. But when you’re the best at what you do and have the hottest restaurant on the west coast, with enough Michelin stars to make Gordon Ramsay’s head spin, you’ve earned the right to your confidence.

When I give an instruction in the kitchen, it’s not a suggestion–it’s an order. So when a new chef thinks she can do things her way, and dares to say so to my face, even her sharp wit and gorgeous pouty lips don’t make it okay.

But I have to admit, she’s got talent. She’s creative in the kitchen and not even that double-breasted chef jacket can hide her perfect body. As I get to know her, I can’t help wanting to know everything she thinks. I’ve never met a more talented chef. And I’ve never met a sassier and sexier woman in my life.

There’s only one way this push and pull can end.

With her in my bed, begging for more.

 

 

★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Klaire Sutherland on behalf of Kindle Friends Forever

It’s no secret that I thoroughly enjoy this author’s books. They err on the side of perfection and Cocky Chef is no exception. I picked one fault with this book, a silly thing that bears no mention in the grander scheme of things. Fans will devour Cole and Willow and if you’re new to JD Hawkins, you won’t look back. Thankfully he has a great back catalogue to tuck into.

I kind of like the cover, it is in keeping with all of Mr Hawkins books. Simple and pleasing to the eye, I think this is what initially draws the reader. Then the blurb, it’s not hard to envisage Gordon Ramsay – only hotter, way hotter. Cole Chambers is the epitome of arrogance to begin with. When faced with the young chef Willow from Idaho I asked myself who exactly the cocky chef was. She exerted a flash of arrogance when they first met and kept up the steady strong woman persona throughout the book. Cole’s temperament was more explosive than Willow’s, she kept her down to earth character throughout. Both characters had been stung before, both in very different ways. Cole had to climb his own mountain with his trust issues and eventually he sees what the reader sees in Willow.

What I especially liked about Cocky Chef was the distinctive imagery that JD Hawkins imparted upon the pages, within his scenes. While it is certainly true that this author can write a scorching hot scene, of which there are many in Cocky Chef, it is also true to say that this man’s words can feed the soul too. My mouth salivated with some of Cole and Willow’s kitchen scenes. The knowledge taken to write such depth about food is quite something. Again, a book full of class and flair. If you are looking for a ‘smutty’ read you won’t exactly find that in Cocky Chef, once again JD Hawkins proves that a title and a cover should not be judged. His written word is impeccable, as always.

But…this book did not light a fire under my butt. Cocky Chef didn’t excite me as much as previous books had. Yes, the story is as fresh as one can be, the characters and plot developed almost perfectly. You can see the acts playing out in formation. And I think this is the problem. I know what I’m getting when I read a JD Hawkins book. There are no rough edges, it’s as contemporary as contemporary comes. No surprises. I didn’t feel much emotion in this book when reading, except perhaps a little happy when Cole and Willow find their way. The struggle didn’t seem insurmountable. Dare I say it – an easy read. For many this is fine, but Cocky Chef didn’t have the edginess I would have liked.

Still, it’s a highly recommended read, as are all JD Hawkins’s books. You certainly won’t be disappointed picking up Cocky Chef, even if just to lick that cover!

 

 

EXCERPT:

She lets out a sigh of relief, but my cock hears something different in her gasping exhale. I bring my thumb slowly to a speck at the side of her mouth, fingers resting on the round perfection of her jawline. She stills under my touch and catches my gaze, time slowing with the deliberateness of my movements.

I brush the speck, but don’t pull away. Instead, I bring my thumb back across those ever-pouted lips, tracing their dip and fullness, letting her feel the texture of hands rough and scarred from a lifetime in kitchens, our eyes locked together in a moment of anticipation, emotions raging like an angry sea against the dam of the distance between us.

Her lips part slightly, I feel her shortening breath on my hand, and I push my thumb between those juicy, perfect lips, fingers pressing against the base of her ear. Her gentle gasp breaks the silence, before she closes those soft lips around my thumb, the sight of them pressing against my skin making my cock full against my pants. Her teeth gently squeezing my nail, tongue flickering as I push the finger inside the hot wetness of her mouth.

My other hand already on her waist, I pull her toward me, press her lithe body up against mine. Those magnificent hips swaying and rubbing against mine, her weight shifting onto me, breasts heaving, nipples so hard now I can feel them through that sweater dress.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I growl. Prelude to pulling her toward me, my finger in her mouth still, angling her head so I can taste the tenderness of her neck, run my sensitive tastebuds down the taut muscles, follow the path that leads me to the front of her chest. Quiet moans getting louder as I run my tongue down the softness of her cleavage, her dress my enemy now as I pull it down and bury my teeth in her breasts.

“Oh God…” she moans. “Cole…”

 

 

About the Author:

JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independant women. He currently lives with his wife in Los Angeles, CA. He loves to travel and has lived in many places, including New York City, India and Thailand. When he isn’t writing, JD enjoys surfing, training in Mixed Martial Arts, reading and taking naps. He’s always loved making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.

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    BLOG TOUR ~ ALL I NEED by Callie Harper

ALL I NEED by Callie Harper is available now! This hot contemporary romance is part of the All In series and can be read a standalone. Be sure to grab your copy today!

 

“It’s just a job, how hard can it be?”

I was hired by his father to become his live-in caregiver.

It sounded like an easy job. But the day I arrived at his broken-down Scottish castle I started to realize it might not be as easy as I thought.

I was not told that I’d be looking after a dark, brooding, rich man mired in a world of pain.

I was not told that this man would push all my buttons and test even my strongest limits.

I was not told that he was devastatingly gorgeous with a wickedly, sinful mouth.

I was definitely not told that what I’d end up feeling and what he would propose would drive me wild. But I’m Annie and this is my new job. And damn it, I’m not going to let anything, even him, that gorgeous, sinful, delicious man, stand in my way.

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Reviewed by Donna Elsegood on behalf of Kindle Friends Forever

Ms Harper is a new author to me and my interest was piqued not only by the synopsis, but also the stunning cover. Its amazingly hot and I wanted to discover what was behind it. This is the story of Ian and Annie and their very unconventional love story. Filled with angst, suspense and off the charts steamy scenes.

Ian is a dark, brooding man who was involved in a very tragic accident many years ago. Years later he is a recluse living in self-pity. His parents despair of him, especially when he won’t accept help or even help himself. Ian’s father employs Annie to help around the house and generally be a caretaker for his son. Ian is reluctant to accept any help as he is sporting a great big chip on his shoulder. He is a rude, arrogant, self-righteous. Annie will certainly have her work cut out for her with Ian and his brash attitude. Although Annie is a bit of a no-nonsense gal so Ian seems to meet his match.

Annie needs the caretaking job as she’s the eldest, and works hard to help her mother raise her siblings and fetch more funds into the household. She is a sweet caring and selfless young lady who doesn’t seem to stand any nonsense from whoever. As far as she is concerned, she’s there to do a job and do it well, she will. Slowly but surely, it would seem she is possibly breaking down the stone wall Ian has built around himself. They both seem to be in a fixed state with their lives and together they seem to be learning there is more to life than just the existence they are living. They seem to draw out the best in each other. Or do they? It would appear there is a friendship forming and some sort of driving motivation to want the best.

I really enjoyed this story. I as desperate to know where it would all lead to, after all Ian was battling many demons and it was if I was waiting for the penny to drop as I read on. The story is full of angst and emotion and as I discovered more about the characters my heart shattered for them both. Everybody deserves some sort of happiness. They both seem to draw out awareness of there being more to life. I would call this story a self-discovery and certainly enjoyable for me to discover what the future held for the both. I liked the slow build up to the raunchy scenes, it wasn’t something that could be rushed and at the same time wanting to combust with the chemistry and tension oozing of the pages. It was enough to make my kindle sizzle. There are secondary characters that make cameo appearances but this story is mainly centred on Ian and Annie.

Told in dual point of view, I loved delving into both of their heads to learn what they were thinking. Overall, a very heartfelt entertaining read and certainly worth one clicking to. I aim to check out this author’s other works, especially as there are other books that are part of a series to All I Need; however, this can be read as a standalone.

 

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IN DEEP: A Sports Romance

He’s an Olympic swimmer going for gold. Focused, driven, intense.

She’s a blogger going for the scoop and she has the perfect in. She’s gotten herself hired as his physical therapist. With all that intimate time together, the secrets from his past don’t stand a chance.

And neither does she.

Note: IN DEEP is a standalone hot, contemporary romance. It’s the first of four standalone “All IN” novels with some crossover characters, each of which can be read in any order.

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ALL OF ME: A Firefighter Romance

Seven years is supposed to change the way you feel.

Sophie’s not supposed to still dream about the way Liam touched her or the way they moved together. When she heads back to Naugatuck Island, she assumes Liam doesn’t even live there any more. Whatever he once felt, it has to have grown cold by now.

But Liam’s a firefighter. He knows better than anyone, never underestimate the power of a blaze. Those embers may appear cold, but nothing is ever as it seems.

Those embers? They’re just waiting to burst into flames.

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ALL OF YOU: An MC Biker Romance

Night after night, Jax pictures her coming to him. In his dreams, Sky appears in the darkness, ready and wanting. But the night that finally happens, he finds out they’re in the middle of a nightmare.

Sky has nowhere to turn. Only one man can keep her safe, but he’s the most dangerous of them all. Her only choice is to put herself in Jax’s hands. Even if it destroys them both.

Note: ALL OF YOU is a standalone hot, contemporary romance. It’s one of four “All In” novels, which can be read in any order, with some crossover characters.

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About Callie Harper

Callie Harper writes hot, fun page-turning romances. She is powered by coffee, wickedly sexy bad boys, and all things funny, intentional or otherwise. Born on the East Coast where she learned the joys of fast-paced sarcastic banter, she and her family are now kickin’ it in the West Coast sunshine. On any given day there’s a good chance you’ll find Callie outdoors enjoying the gorgeous Bay Area, but if she’s indoors, she’ll likely be reading, writing or eating, preferably all at once.

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Blurb:

Oh, the foolish games we play.

The moment I was gifted a test drive of the luscious Sage Blackwood, I knew she was mine. I was broken, half a man, until she pieced me back together. She changed my world forever with her magnetic humor and hot body. Sage is an expert of subterfuge. Her logic overrules her cravings. It doesn’t matter if she feels the same; I’m the master at games and puzzles. And I’ll win this game in the end. I always do.

Oh, the tangled webs we weave.

Pushing the wrong buttons is Lukas Roger’s forte. Except he presses all the right ones when he’s sending me to heaven with each and every delicious touch. But I can’t give him what he wants. I will never give myself completely to another. It just doesn’t work in my world. I bury those dreams deep. My job connected us. Now this powerful bond scares me. My body desires to cling to what Lukas offers, while my mind is telling me to run away.

Far.
Fast.
Forever.

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Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

Several years ago Lukas Rogers was a Military Officer serving in Dubai when he met the beautiful Dr Sage Blackwood.  There is no slow burn between these two even at their first meeting. Flash forward 2 years later and Lukas is a broken man after surviving a devastating injury.  He’s in a very dark place and in steps Sage, pulling Lukas off the ledge.

“I knew it.  You…What? Are you just gonna give up? Just like that, Luc?” She snaps her fingers.  “I sure didn’t peg you for a quitter.”

“You know, life itself can’t give you the joy and peace you’re looking for, Lukas.  I’ve learned first-hand.  But life does give you time; it’s up to you how to fill it.  So, what do you say, Jolly Green?”

Lukas chases after Sage with dogged determination.  Neither accepting why they simply can’t just walk away from each other.

“Ah, and there lies the problem, Lukas.  There is no us to discuss.”

“As long as there’re grains of sand in the hourglass of time, there will be an us Sage.  I’ll be waiting for you.”

“The old saying ‘Nobody said the road to heaven would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it’.”

The action in this story comes from the past of both Lukas and Sage.  It’s high stakes and affects everyone in the Blackwood family. Lukas is a highly intriguing person.  One minute he’s making tactical decisions about Trident Security and the next he’s quoting Dr Seuss.

“Simple, it’s not, I am afraid you will find, for a mind-make-upper to make up his mind.”

The characters were well written and fleshed out to create what felt to me to be pretty realistic people.   So enjoy when an author writes a scene from a male point of view and the banter is bang on and feels so real.  So many have tried it and it comes across as forced and or trying too hard.

Lukas is book 4 of the This is Our Life series, and they can be read as standalone books. I however, having read this fantastic read, will be jumping back into the world of Trident Security; but this time at the beginning. There were times during reading Lukas that I did feel as if I were missing something. Be it in the banter or the personal relationships the characters had forged from the previous three books. It didn’t detract from the experience of reading such a thrilling book; but it did give me pause once or twice.

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F.G. Adams writes contemporary and paranormal romance about sexy alpha heroes and feisty-mouthed heroines. The wonder twins forming F.G. enjoy a healthy obsession of reading that started at a young age. Their books reflect an avid imagination that was cultivated by their grandmother who taught them the mind has no limits and to use both hands when reaching for the stars. Partners in writing, they both thrive on creating unique storylines for you, the reader to enjoy.

When not writing, you can find them on a beach with their significant other enjoying the waves or riding a Harley on a country road somewhere in the USA.

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