With THIS MAN by Jodi Ellen Malpas is now LIVE! 

Series: This Man #4

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publication Date: March 20th, 2018

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Jesse Ward is back in the newest novel in the Sunday Times and New York Times bestselling This Man series!

Life is good for Jesse ‘The Lord’ Ward. Perfect, actually. He still has the charm, he’s in great shape, and he still reduces his wife, Ava, to a pool of desire with a mere look. He’s in full control, just how he likes it.

But Jesse’s perfect world falls apart when a terrible accident lands Ava in hospital with a life-threatening head injury. Devastated and angry, he feels like his entire existence hangs in the balance. He cannot survive without this woman’s love. So when she finally comes around, his shaking world begins to level out. But his nightmare doesn’t end there. It’s only just begun. Because his wife can’t remember the last sixteen years of her life. That’s all of him. All of their time together. He is a stranger to her.

Now Jesse must do whatever it takes to find her memories . . . and help her fall madly, passionately in love with him all over again.




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Meet JEM

Jodi Ellen Malpas wrote her debut series, The This Man Trilogy, in secret, worried about what people might think if they knew what her imagination was capable of. She was shocked herself. But she finally found the courage to unleash her creative streak and self-published THIS MAN – the first book of the This Man Trilogy – in October 2012. She took a chance on the story with a hero who soon became one of modern day fictions most prolific alpha male characters. Jesse Ward – also affectionately known as The Lord of The Manor, sparked incredible reactions from women across the globe and catapulted Jodi into the world of women’s fiction.

Jodi went on to self-publish the second book in the trilogy, Beneath This Man in Jan 2013, just before Grand Central Publishing, part of the Hachette Book Group, picked up the popular trilogy and the unknown Jodi. The third book of the trilogy, This Man Confessed, took Jodi to the top of the bestsellers lists, earning her the proud title of #1 New York Times Bestselling Author. This Man has since been voted one of the top romance novels of all time.

With so much love, enthusiasm and a thirst for her words from her readers, Jodi suddenly wasn’t afraid of her imagination anymore. She went on to write The One Night Trilogy with the delectable and mysterious Miller Hart, and stole the hearts of her readers once again. Her first stand-alone novel, THE PROTECTOR, released in September 2016 and has since been nominated for a Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. Jodi’s next stand-alone novel. THE FORBIDDEN, is set for release in August 2017.

All seven of her published novels have hit the New York Times best sellers list – as well as the Sunday Times list and various international best seller lists. Her work is now published in over 24 languages across the world.

Jodi was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, England, where she lives with her two boys and a beagle. She is a self-professed daydreamer, a mojito addict, is famous for her obsession with Converse, and has a terrible weak spot for Alpha Males. Writing powerful love stories and creating addictive characters has become her passion – a passion she now shares with her devoted readers.


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SINNER by Sierra Simone

Release Date: March 15th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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I’m not a good man, and I’ve never pretended to be. I don’t believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn’t paid for in advance.

What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18.

They have words for men like me—playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser.

My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me.


***Sinner is a standalone companion to Priest about Father Bell’s brother Sean. You do not have to read Priest or Midnight Mass to read Sinner.***




“Zenny,” I mumble against her lips, some valiant part of me recognizing that this is far, far beyond the kiss she asked for, and also recognizing that I’m going to come all over the inside of my Hugo Boss suit pants if she keeps it up. Even through the clothes, I can feel her heat, her shameless rolls hinting at where she goes soft and wet between her legs.

Fuck, I want to see it. I want to see her pussy. It’s suddenly all I can think about, all I can want or crave, just one glimpse, just a peek.

“I want to see your cunt,” I say hoarsely, lifting my head.

“My…cunt?” She says the word like she’s never said it out loud before.

“Yeah.” My voice is so ragged right now, so desperate, and fuck, I’ve never felt this frantic before. Like I’ll actually combust if I don’t get this one thing, this one small sight of her secret place.

She lets out a shaky breath, her hand dropping from my lapel to her skirt, which she slowly rucks up to her waist as I devour her lips once more, as I bury my face in her neck and kiss every sliver of skin exposed above her collar. I bite at her ear, at her jaw, my hand finding hers as it pulls her skirt up, so that I’m helping her do it, that we’re doing it together, this forbidden act, this forbidden revelation.

Her forbidden body.

That word, forbidden, spikes through my mind, bringing with it equal spikes of lust and fear. Because yes, it’s fucking hot that I shouldn’t be kissing her, I shouldn’t be begging to see her most secret place, my hand shouldn’t be covering hers as it slides up her thigh—but it’s also bad. Bad even for Sean Bell.

Bad, bad, bad.



3.5 Stars ~ Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

It wouldn’t surprise me if Sinner causes a certain amount of controversy and not because of the the sexual content. Don’t get me wrong, Simone has written one steamy romance. So why do I think this full-length novel will have a ripple effect or better said, create a buzz? Sure enough, the sexual tension sizzles off the pages from start to finish; however, what slayed me and I’m sure will affect you too, is the plot. But before I go any further, I’d like to mention Tyler Bell’s brief appearance from Priest. As the author hasn’t recounted his past events in any detail, there’s no confusion for the reader so yes, Sinner can be read as a standalone. Now then, let’s get back to the story! What a blinkin’ marvellous prologue. It certainly put me in the picture regarding some of the male protagonist’s traits and what’s more, once I got to know him, I loved how he didn’t make excuses for himself.

Chapter one and I’m rolling my eyes and trying to convince myself to read on. You see, not only was this mid-thirties millionaire checking himself out, but also flashing his dimple. However, I persevered and don’t regret it for a minute. Don’t be fooled by Sean Bell ladies, there are huge things to come…no pun intended! Exemplary brother to his siblings and caring son, he’d never had a problem with his conscience in the bedroom department so why, all of a sudden, was it bothering him? Was the proposition he’d received that indecent? Were the strings attached an issue? Maybe the taboo factor had something to do with it since more sinful and more tempting, it could not be. Ahh, but all is not what it seems because under his live and let live attitude, there’s so much more depth to him than I ever thought possible.

“Are you–” “Are you…preening?”
“I am not preening,” “I’m Sean Bell, and Sean Bell does not preen.”

Zenobia Iverson, aka Zenny, knows him. He doesn’t recognise her…and this folks, is where the fun begins! She’s a real beauty, young, headstrong and courageous, her naivete adorable and guess who thought so too! I thought her plans for the future nobel, but her plans for the rightnow, wow…no wonder Sean had trouble finding his moral compass. One would think the two of them together would leave little to the imagination seeing as he’s experienced in the sexual-arts. Believe me, the mental image I perceived at the hand of the author’s penmanship left me with my mouth wide open!

“This is different. I know you trust me, you know I trust you. And now it’s time for me to show you what I would do if you were mine…” 

Soul-searching life’s purpose, learning to live with loss, forgiving oneself and accepting love on a spiritual level were just a few of topics handled with extreme sensitivity. Throughout the read, theological facts and cardinal virtues were abundant. Whether it was a simple comment or a shared opinion between Sean and Zenny, it sounded convincing but at the same time, faith’s conundrum left him in a religious quandary of sorts. Devoutness wasn’t being tested, it questioned and challenged. Here, the dialogue was foremost intellectual; especially in the matter of race. Sean showed me his concern for Zenny’s happiness which might mean unhappiness for him. Also, when the opportunity presented itself, she was curious to know if he was comparing his beliefs or the lack of them with a heartbreaking past experience. A commendable piece of work on the writer’s part I might add.

“I want to build a tower around you, and then build a castle around that tower, and then dig a moat around that castle, and then I want to guard you like a dragon. Burn anyone who tries to hurt you into ash and then scorch those ashes a second time.” 

How much is too much sex in a book? Hmm, I think it must be tricky navigating in this narrative water for any author, but those hot passionate moments are what a lot of Simone’s fans have come to expect. She’s a remarkably descriptive writer, her wordplay couldn’t be better and her scenes damn good. So, why did I get the impression that her protagonists’ sexapades were a tad excessive when all she’d done is deliver an excellent read? At times, I felt as if the plot was overshadowed by said scenes and slowed the book down. Nonetheless, it’s been awhile since I’ve highlighted so many hot passages which in my book, is a positive sign, right? I can’t possibly give you the reason why I had a little-big cry towards the end… and the epilogue, just floved it! I would definitely recommend one-clicking and ooh, don’t forget to read author’s interesting footnote. Bravo Simone!



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Sierra Simone is a former librarian who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk. She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City.

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I don’t know what love is anymore.

Well, that’s not entirely true, but I’m going to tell you a little secret: I’ve lost the spark.

You know the kind of spark I’m talking about?

Where butterflies take flight in your stomach from two hands innocently colliding. Or catching your breath when you first meet someone attractive. Yeah, that spark.

Except I haven’t felt that feeling in forever; there is nothing left inside of me.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem–but I’m a writer on a serious deadline, and my editor is breathing down my neck for a romantic, Nicholas Sparks type love story. No pressure, right?

That’s how I find myself flying across the country to crash a wedding in the name of research, dress and heels stuffed into my small suitcase.

It should be the easiest book research ever. Drinking some free champagne, basking in the love of two strangers, and tapping into my romantic side. That will be a breeze. I’m a pro. I can handle this.

Until I mistakenly end up in the wrong hotel room, naked as the day I was born, with the sexiest human I have ever met staring me down, wondering what I’m doing taking a shower in his bathroom. I don’t think calling it research will get me out of this pickle.



★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Anna Green on behalf of KFF

We finally get to read Beck’s story. He was blind date number two from the first book, Three Blind Dates. I loved Beck in that book but sadly he didn’t get the girl, I hope he gets her this time! This light-hearted romance can be read as a standalone but would help you connect the dots if you read the first book in this series.

So now we continue with Beck’s story. He was the one who had a painful history. Guessing from his no alcoholic drinks lifestyle one can surmise that he is a recovering alcoholic and when you read further along the book, you find out what happened to him during the last six years. His dark past shaped his future and he is determined to make himself a better person. “Every step I take is forward, never backward”. He is that special guy who is not only blessed with good looks, but he’s also a great artist, a sweet romantic and one who will pull out all the stops to get his girl.  

Rylee is the focused and determined heroine, an author who needs an inspiration. She is smart, attractive and is prone to foot-in-mouth gaffes, a hot combo that will be Beck’s downfall. “Sometimes, you have to hold on to the things that tried to tear you down, because it’s good to be reminded why you’re going to succeed.”

This is a fast paced story written in dual points of view. Although the tone in this book is light-hearted, the main characters deal with some life changing issues and consequences. It is well balanced with a lot of hilarious banter amongst the characters that will tickle your funny bone, warm your heart and set fire to your knickers. Rylee and Beck’s story is the perfect follow up to that ugly cry book you just finished reading.



Chills scream their way down my arms and legs, my nipples pucker, and just like that, with one word, all humor vanishes from our little conversation and awareness of this all-consuming man wrapped around me hits me hard.

Gathering myself, I say, “Tell me something Chris and Justine know about you.”

“Hmm.” His thumbs hook under the waistband of my shorts, playing with the lower part of my hipbones. His touch spurs on my pelvis, needing to rock, begging for him to go lower. My toes curl in my sandals and my back slightly arches, reaching for more. “Something they know about me.”

His mouth doesn’t stray from its position against my ear, and his hips start to slowly move underneath me, his legs tangling with mine. Involuntarily, one of my hands hooks the back of his neck as I hold on tightly to him, feeling like I need support from the onslaught of sensation I’m feeling.

I hear him say something, but it doesn’t register in my brain, which has turned to mush as his thumbs stray from my hipbones to right above my pubic bone.

There is no denying how turned on I am, how wet I am from his mere touch, how much—despite my reservations—I want this man.

With each stroke, my head turns farther and farther to the side until our noses are touching, Beck’s head bends forward to meet me halfway. My eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before I open them and am captured by those flecks of green and gold.

The air stills around us, our breath mixing, swirling between us, our lips so close.

One swipe of this thumb.

Another one.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t focus.

Another swipe, my head leans even closer, my tongue wetting my lips.

One more swipe . . .

My heart hammers in my chest, my skin prickling with awareness.

Beck brings his mouth even closer, only a whisper away now, and he waits.

Holding still.

His breathing feeling erratic beneath me.




And I’m gone.

I bring my mouth to his, slowly parting my lips ever so slightly, just enough to maneuver my mouth across his.

A low, provocative moan escapes Beck as one of his hands snags the back of my head and holds me in place, almost as if he lets go, I’ll disappear.

Needing more, I shift on his lap so I’m straddling him once again, my hands on his bare chest, feeling the powerful sinew that holds him together.

Our lips press and mold, mingling, taking, begging . . .


Beck’s tongue runs against my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from deep within me, lighting a fire so hot, so wild, my hands start to travel up his neck to his cheeks where I grip him, positioning his head so when I open my mouth, I can expertly dive my tongue onto his.

He groans, his lap shifting against mine now, his hard-on pressing against my wet and throbbing center. I match his rocking, using my position on his lap to take advantage of his length I can feel through his board shorts.

This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, but God, am I happy it has. Maybe I really should live in the moment, maybe I should take advantage of the opportunity, maybe I should…


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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White Knight an all-new romantic standalone from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss is available NOW!


Catherine’s long-lost love is found.

Catherine Barrington is a rich girl. Chris Cartwright is a poor boy.

He left her to make something of himself. A man she could be proud of. A man she could bring home to her parents. A man she could marry.

On the trading floor he became the man he knew he could be. Now, it’s time to return.

Rich girl.

Poor boy.

She didn’t care about his money, but he didn’t believe her. Soon after he left, all the money was gone.

Her life is hell.

Now he’s back, and he’s different. Pristine. Gorgeous. Rich.

Rich boy.

Poor girl.

Money was never the barrier, until now.


White Knight is a standalone in the same world as King of Code, with its own beginning, middle, and end. You don’t need to read anything else to read White Knight.


I crossed the train tracks, looking both ways as if the freight ran on a thoroughfare. It was a few steps to the rows of mobile homes that defined that side of Barrington.

The playground was in a little clearing just west of the center of the trailers. My fingertips were cold, but the rest of my body thrummed and pulsed so hard that I made my own heat. I told myself I didn’t know what to expect from this meeting, but if I didn’t know what to expect, I knew what to hope, and they were pretty much the same thing.

“Catherine!” Chris wasn’t loud, but the excitement in his voice made him sound as if he were shouting.

“Chris?” I spun around, looking for him in the darkness.

And on a three-quarter turn, he crashed into me, all lips and hands, digging his fingertips into the muscles of my back as he pulled me close. I tasted the minty toothpaste in his mouth and thought he brushed his teeth for me. He kissed me as if he would never kiss me again. He kissed me as if this was the last kiss he would ever have in his life. As if he wanted to eat me alive. I’d given over my freedom and my choice to this thing with him, to this moment, to this stupid set of choices that would ruin me forever. As surely as the sun would rise, I was the designer of my own destruction.

I wanted to be destroyed by that kiss.

When Chris took my hand, I imagined I could feel the blood pulsing through the veins, the cells in his skin. I imagined that when my nerve endings vibrated at his touch, they connected to his somehow.

Everything felt new. I was discovering that my body had routes between one place and another that I never knew existed. I never knew that when a man touched my hand or kissed my nipples, I could feel it between my legs.

There was a click behind the tree line, and he stopped kissing me with a jerk. We froze long enough for him to smile.

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★ ★ ★ ★

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed revisiting Barrington where there’s never a dull moment! And the cameo appearance of Catherine’s sister, Harper, who started the ball rolling and Taylor who had to stop it, was a real treat. White Knight can be read as a standalone; however, it wouldn’t go amiss if you read King of Code first since you’ll have a better understanding as to why the town’s inhabitants are in such a pickle. Saying that, Reiss has written this love story in such a way that with little effort and even less confusion, this second chance romance can be enjoyed on its own. Even though we’ve seen quite a few poor-boy-falls-for-rich-girl romances around of late, Reiss’ style of writing lifts this novella way above this category. No argument about it; she gave me just the right amount of angst, didn’t exaggerate the bedroom scenes but when the occasion arose…, no pun intended, her idiomatic prose kicked in and is as always, impressive.

I was delighted that one of the main features of the story became a touching name given to Catherine Barrington by the male protagonist because it was hers to wear proudly. Its significance made smile no end since it revolves around a couple of very amusing scenes. Listen guys, you can’t possibly not love her. To my mind, Reiss exerted herself with the character development of her female protagonist. You see, Catherine’s heart is a very delicate one, figuratively speaking of course. Everyone who knows her, have had to watch a series of unfortunate events occur while she’s suffered in silence. So busy trying to please and make life a better place for those involved means her feelings have been abandoned. Or have they?

Christopher Carmichael left his past behind for reasons to be divulged. I truly believe that circumstances made him stronger and the story wouldn’t have panned out as it did if Reiss had chosen another route for him. What happened was heartbreaking and I didn’t like it one bit; nonetheless, now he has the chance to ferret out the whys and wherefores of certain actions. An unusual storyline as situations are reversed in the present, what I enjoyed more was the back and forth from Christopher and Catherine’s youth to today. Observing how they’d changed over the years, how written words from the past would catch up on them, and learning forgiveness and trying to forget, pulled on my heartstrings.

I seemed to finish the book in no time and to be quite honest, would have happily carried on reading. I thought the ending was a tad rushed though, but probably because I wanted more of these two beautiful people. Other than this small detail, I couldn’t find fault in the story and highly recommend it. Bravo Reiss!

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CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.


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Up in Smoke, an all-new gritty standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author T.M. Frazier is LIVE!


I’m a man without a conscience.

I deal in murder and mayhem.

I’m the best at what I do.

Frankie Helburn is supposed to be an easy job.

A means to flush her father out of hiding.


Except there isn’t anything simple about Frankie or the secrets she’s keeping.

She’s stubborn as hell and the sexiest god damn thing I have ever seen, sending dark, dirty animalistic desire coursing through my veins.

She’s cocaine with legs. A f*cking addiction that makes me question things I’ve never questioned before. Want things I’ve never wanted before.

I might have her, but she isn’t mine to keep.

If her father doesn’t show his face, she will be mine.


** Other books in the King Series DO NOT have to be read to enjoy Smoke’s book. Up in Smoke can be read as a standalone. **


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“All these bruises,” Smoke muses. “And not one of them caused by me.” He trails a hand up my arms and down my flat stomach. “Pity, but I still have time to leave my mark on you yet.”

My entire body stiffens. I’m as rigid as a corpse.

Smoke chuckles and I’m glad I’m facing away because his laugh is pure torture, causing his erection to vibrate against my folds which are aching for more contact.

“You will be punished, hellion. You can be sure of that.”

I look over my shoulder and meet his dark eyes which darken even further as his pupils dilate. His lingering gaze rakes me over from my feet to my breasts and back down to the space between my thighs. He licks his full bottom lip.

My stomach flips. My will to fight him off doesn’t waiver, but my body isn’t getting the message. My core clenches again. I turn back around to face the tile, digging my teeth into my lower lip until I taste my own blood.

His chest presses against my back, and his hardness pulses between my legs, rubbing against my inner thighs. He squirts some shampoo in his hand, working it into my hair. He tilts my head back and rinses my hair then slides his slick and soapy hand down my body.

I’m breathing rapidly now. Short quick breaths I can’t control. There’s a deep rumble in his throat. His hand travels lower and lower on my stomach until it’s between my legs. He’s working his thumb over my swollen nub, sending sparks of need, pangs of pleasure, and a wave of self-hatred, surging within my battered body and bruised soul.

“What…what are you doing?” I ask, seeing flashes of white hot lust behind my closed eyes.

“More questions…” his voice a hearty amused rasp. His fingers circle my clit while he continues to rock his hard cock between my legs. The pressure building is so strong it borders on painful.

Tears leak from my eyes. I’m so fucking mad at myself for being turned on. For Smoke being right. I’m so wet. He feels it. There’s no way he can’t feel it.

He leans in close. I’m stone still except for the tremors gripping my body. He licks the tear off my cheek and groans. He dips the tip of his finger inside of me and I tighten around the intrusion. It’s a foreign sensation. Strange. It feels both wrong and right. Pleasurable and painful. “Your tight little pussy is weeping too. I wonder if its tears taste the same.”

I look over my shoulder as he withdraws his finger and sucks it into his mouth. He groans. “Fear or desire. They both taste real fuckin’ good to me.”

He places his hand back between my legs. When I try to squeeze my thighs together to keep him out he parts them with his knee on a grunt and begins circling my clit again. This time harder. Faster.

I’m staying as still as I can, but when I feel something begin to happen inside my body. The sparks he ignited within me are all crashing together. I can’t hold back. My face scrunches as I try to fight the orgasm fighting its way out, but it’s no use. I can’t fight it. It’s too fucking strong. I’m so fucking close.

I arch my back without thinking, pressing my ass against him, begging for more. For what I need to push me over the edge.

Smoke hisses. “Oh, what I could do to this beautiful little pussy.”

The pleasure builds and builds as he strokes me harder. Faster. I’m about to come all over his fingers when the feeling is lost.

I spin around.

Smoke is gone.

I can’t see through the steam so I shut off the spray and wipe the water from my eyes only to see Smoke toweling off in front of the sink on the other side of the bathroom.

The only proof I have of what just happened between us was real is his cock. Erect. Thick. Huge. The purplish swollen head bobs against his abs, jutting out over the top of the towel he wraps around his waist.

“What…what just happened?” I stammer, leaning back against the wall for support.

Smoke steps forward, and when I go to jerk back, he reaches out and pinches my nipple painfully hard. I yelp and leap back, slipping on the tile, falling on my ass, taking the shower curtain down with me.

Smoke rips the curtain off my head and glares down at me with a triumphant grin on his evil beautiful face. “What just happened was called punishment and you got off easy. Next time I’ll split that tight pussy in two with my fucking cock.”

He goes to leave but stops. “You want pain?” he asks. “I’ll give it to you. You want pleasure? Now that’s something you’re gonna have to earn.”

He leaves, slamming the door behind him.

I release a shaky exhale.

I’d hoped the rest of my time with Smoke would be tolerable, but there’s no fucking way that’s going to happen. Not now. Not with my skin crawling with need. I’m losing my mind. About where I am. About what this is all about. About this beautiful horrible evil man.

I feel like I’ve already been split in two.

What Smoke is doing to me is far more than punishment.

It’s pure fucking torture.

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T.M.Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and her young daughter.

When she’s not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended for it to be a light beachy romance.

Well…it has a beach in it!

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Charming Hannah by Kristen Proby

Series: The Big Sky Series #1

Publication Date: February 27th, 2018

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From New York Times Bestselling author, Kristen Proby, comes the first in an all-new trilogy in her beloved Big Sky Series!

Hannah Malone loves her new town. Despite living in Cunningham Falls for five years, she’s still considered a “move in” by most of the locals, and that doesn’t bother her in the least. She’s the “new girl”, and she hasn’t regretted it for one day. This town is her sanctuary. Her home. The one place she finally fits in and feels safe after a lifetime of being different and running from the memories and a past so far away it can’t haunt her anymore.

As the newly appointed police chief, Brad Hull has the responsibility to keep his citizens safe and to maintain order. His roots in this town are deep—five generations deep, to be exact. Cunningham Falls, Montana is his town, and being a cop and protecting what’s his is his passion. Everything’s running like clockwork until a sassy redheaded doctor moves in and disrupts the order—and Brad’s focus.

She’s not just beautiful, funny, and strong. Hannah’s everything he’s been looking for in a woman. The chemistry is undeniable, and the heat in the bedroom is off the charts. Brad knew the minute he met Hannah that she was the one for him. He’s tenacious in his pursuit of her. But when the past catches up with Hannah, will Brad be able to protect her and their hearts?


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4.5 Stars ~ Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

Brad and Hannah, what an intriguing and complex pair. Charming Hannah is a first chance romance with a second chance feel to it. Brad has known Hannah since she moved to Cunningham Falls Montana five years or so ago and tried once before to get closer to her. Fast forward three years and that’s when things get really interesting for the Chief of Police. Hannah came to town to join the OB-GYN practice, where her best friend worked.

“I love you.” He grips my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. “I don’t want to live without you. I can’t focus on anything but you, Hannah. When I’m not with you, I’m thinking about you.”

Like many of my most enjoyable reads of late, this book encompasses the true meaning of family. Not necessarily who you’re related to by blood, but who you choose as family. I couldn’t write a review about this book and not mention Sadie, Brad’s white Labrador. Sadie is an ex police dog who to me is the starring role in this book. Sadie is a key character to me in this book. She supports both Brad and Hannah. And in my opinion, brings them closer together.

“Are you real?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, you have the sweetest dog ever, you bring me coffee, and have you seen you?”

Brad and Hannah both suffer from phobias and or irrational fears. Their chosen professions do not help with these hang-ups. Where most people may stare at them aghast at their issues, they support one another and nurture the positivity of who they really are. The balance in this being a double point of view means that the reader gets to see into the minds of both main characters.

“I just want you,” I whisper. “Because I love you too. I’ve wanted to say it for a while, but I thought it might be too soon.”

“If it’s how you feel, it’s not too soon.”

I smile and lift up to kiss him. “You’re not so bad with words, you know.”

Charming Hannah is set in the world of this author’s Big Sky series, but this book is not integral to the entire series and can be read on its own. Though I will mention that this is the first in a new trilogy, and I can clearly guess who the other two books will be taking to task. Lucky people. Several parts this book were a little slow for me; however, in my opinion this is at its foundation a good old fashioned slow burn romance, I was able to overlook the slowness and continued reading. This book reels you in like a baited hook to a fish.

‘She’s the sweetest thing I’ve seen, and her reaction to me is exactly what I imagined in my dreams.’

Brad comes from a good family and Hannah does not. This puts into play one of my most intriguing scenarios: family disorders and mental illness and the damage it causes to those dealing with it on a daily basis. To say more would be to spoil a really emotionally charged and at times calamitous read. This book balances hard issues with a good support network. Friends and or family play a huge factor for both characters. I’ve been left asking myself one question though; how is it that I’ve never read this author before?



Someone is ringing my fucking doorbell. I was at the hospital until the wee hours, I was finally in a deep, lovely sleep, and someone is ringing the bell.

All I know for sure is, this had better not be the damn door-to-door people trying to sell me a vacuum. Or a magazine. Or Jesus.

I wrap my robe around me, stumbling toward the door. I pull it open and am surprised to find an excited Sadie and a ridiculously sexy Brad standing at my door.

“Is that coffee?” I ask.

“For you,” he confirms and holds it out to me.

“Come to mama,” I mutter and take it from his hand, taking a grateful sip. Sadie brushes past my leg, into the house, and curls up on my couch.

“She’s not supposed to be on the furniture,” Brad says.

“My house, my rules,” I reply and take another sip of the one thing in this world I’m addicted to, and give him a once over from head to toe. “You look like you got about as much sleep as I did.”

“Rough night?” he asks without confirming or denying.

“Babies,” I reply with a shrug. “You?”

He just shrugs. “Are you going to ask me in?”

“Sure.” I back up and gesture him into the room. “Sorry, I was sleeping pretty good. My energy level is about equal to a sloth on Xanax.”

“I can leave and let you go back to bed.”

His eyes roam up and down my body, reminding me that I’m just in a robe and nothing else. His green eyes are hot, and every muscle in his body is tight.

Even sleep deprived, I can tell when a man is in the mood.

“You’ve brought me coffee. I’ll never kick you out when you’ve done that.”

“I’ll remember that,” he says with a chuckle.

“Besides, I have plenty of room.” I turn and walk into my bedroom, glancing behind me to see that he’s following me. He makes a hand gesture at Sadie, which I assume means stay. “We can take a nap,” I suggest.

His lips twitch, but he doesn’t say anything when he joins me next to the bed. He takes my coffee and sets both of our cups on the bedside table.

“Is that what you want, Hannah?” he murmurs and skims his fingertips down my arms.


Meet Kristen

Kristen was born and raised in a small resort town in her beloved Montana. In her mid-twenties, she decided to stretch her wings and move to the Pacific Northwest, where she made her home for more than a dozen years.

During that time, Kristen wrote many romance novels and joined organizations such as RWA and other small writing groups. She spent countless hours in workshops, and more mornings than she can count up before the dawn so she could write before going to work. She submitted many manuscripts to agents and editors alike, but was always told no. In the summer of 2012, the self-publishing scene was new and thriving, and Kristen had one goal: to publish just one book. It was something she longed to cross off of her bucket list.

Not only did she publish one book, she’s since published close to thirty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion Series.

Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two pugs and two cats.

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One Last Time by Corinne Michaels

Release Date: February 26th, 2018

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

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From New York Times bestselling author, Corinne Michaels, comes a new heartwarming standalone romance.

I’m getting really good at cutting my losses.

First, the husband. Divorcing him was the best decision I ever made. But between single-parenting and job-hunting, I can’t catch my breath. When a celebrity blogging position falls into my lap, I’m determined to succeed.

That is, until I get my first assignment and actually see Noah Frazier for the first time . . . practically naked and dripping wet. My heart races and I forget how to form complete sentences. His chiseled abs, irresistible smirk, and crystal blue eyes are too perfect to be real. So, what do I do? Get drunk and humiliate myself, of course.

I’m ready to forget the awkward night, yet Noah has no intention of allowing me to move on. Instead, he arranges for me to write a feature on him, ensuring a lot more time together. One embarrassing moment after another, one kiss after another, and before I can stop myself, I realize—I’m falling in love with him.

But when the unthinkable happens, can I even blame him for cutting his losses?

What I wouldn’t give for just one last time . . .


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4. 5 Stars ~ Reviewed by Anna Green on behalf of KFF

This is the story of Kristin and Noah and is  a contemporary standalone romance. And oh boy, what a romance this is. A feel good, light-hearted romance but with relevant and serious subject matters involving married couples.

Kristin is a stay at home mum to two kids, ten year old Finn and six year old Aubrey. Her husband Scott is emotionally abusive and their arguments always go around in vicious circles until one day after another argument, she’s had enough and they both called it quits. Forced to leave her home with the kids, luckily her friend Heather from a previous book, We Own Tonight, lets her stay at her unoccupied house. Kristin’s character is quite resilient, after all the put downs from soon to be ex-husband Scott, she finally finds her own voice and rises up to the challenge of becoming a single parent.

“If fear is the only voice I listen to, I’ll never have the life I want. The only four-letter word I want yelling in my head is hope. Hope that I can have more. Hope that love will be something I share again.”

I love it when the author creates a character that is so inspirational and empowering to women with real life problems. Kristin is clumsy, honest and so loveable that any real man who comes across her will appreciate the person she has become.

Noah is the perfect hero in this book. He has a tragic past that scarred his psyche but he is not your typical showbiz entity. He is down to earth, a total hottie without being arrogant and gives Kristin the support and love she deserves. What more can you ask for from a man? Of course he isn’t perfect, he’s got his faults but he’s almost 99% perfect though.

In this book you also get to meet up with Kristin’s other friends, Danielle, Niccole and Heather who is now with Eli. I’ve always liked this author’s style and this book is definitely one of my favourite reads this year.  A well paced narrative told in dual points of view with added drama to spice it all up, this is the perfect book to snuggle into on snow day. Highly recommended to book friends!


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Before I can make a move either way, the glass door slides open and Noah walks through the threshold.

My legs start to quiver as his eyes meet mine. All I can think about is how I’d like to climb him like a tree and shake his coconuts. I thought he was hot in the photo, then he was better through the window, but up close, he’s otherworldly.

“Hi.” Noah’s throaty voice floats around me. “You must be Kristin.”

Instead of speaking, I stand here with my mouth hanging open. Some small sounds that could be words escape, but they aren’t coherent.

Kill me now.

“Noah, this is my best friend, Kristin. Who we told you about.” Heather elbows me.

“Yes. Me. Hi. Kristin. I. You. Hi.”

Smooth. Someone should video this because I’m sure it’s highly entertaining.

“Right.” Noah flashes a blinding smile. “I hear you’re a reporter?”

Okay, Kristin, you have to speak in more than one-word increments or grunting noises.

I grab Heather’s glass she just poured and hope it’ll act as a talisman. “Yes, for a small blog, but I’m that. A reporter. For a blog. I write.”

And a bumbling idiot.

Noah’s green eyes are filled with humor. He moves a little closer and places his hand on top of mine. “Eli filled me in a little. I’m happy I came.”

I’m pretty sure I just came. At least we’re all coming.

“Me, too.”

His lips turn up as his eyes rake my body. “See you out there.” He winks and walks back out.

My ovaries have officially disintegrated.

I turn back to Heather, who bursts out into a fit of laughter. “Oh, that was epic. You all said I was starstruck when I met Eli? You should’ve seen that!” Heather continues to laugh at my expense. “Yes. Me. Um. Blog. Er—” She mocks.

“Shut up.” I laugh—because, really, what else can I do—and bump her hip before moving around the bar and grabbing a glass. “Now, pour me a shot before I drink straight from the bottle.”

There’s only one way to get through tonight.


Lots of Alcohol.

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Meet Corinne:

New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Corinne Michaels is the author of nine romance novels. She’s an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. Corinne is happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife.

After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness. She enjoys putting her characters through intense heartbreak and finding a way to heal them through their struggles. Her stories are chock full of emotion, humor, and unrelenting love.

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