Release Blitz & Review: Penthouse Player is here!!! Tara Leigh has a new fan and I love Billionaire Bosses Romance stories.


Abandoned by her mother and spurned by her father, Reina St. James is tired of being treated like a dirty little secret. It wasn’t easy making her way into the high-risk, high-reward Wall Street world ruled by financial kings and trust fund tyrants. But now that she’s got a stiletto-clad toe into one of the swankiest firms in Manhattan, Reina is determined to prove she’s more than just a pretty face hiding an ugly past.

For Tristan Xavier Bettencourt IV, escaping the shadow cast by generations of family fortune has been difficult, and success hasn’t come without sacrifice. Tristan has always put business before pleasure… Until Reina’s curved lips prove an invitation he can’t resist.

Walking away from their explosive night together won’t be easy, even if the heat between them might consume both of their careers. Will Reina and Tristan risk everything by betting on each other?


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“Do you speed walk in the office for exercise, or is this your normal clip?”
Tristan ushered me inside and closed the door, spinning me around and backing me up against it. “I was feeling impatient,” he growled.
My breath left my lungs in a whoosh, and I felt weightless. “Did you see the tweet last night?” I squeaked. “We can’t afford to do this.”
“Yeah, I saw it, and it was deliberately vague. But this, what’s between us, is damned impossible to ignore.”
His breath fanned my ear, sending a shiver through my entire body. I looked up at his face, his blue eyes as deep and rich as the midnight sky. Mistake. Big mistake. Tristan’s eyes should come with a warning sign. Hazardous. Will cause extreme heat. My lungs felt scorched, but I breathed deep anyway. “Tristan, I—”
“I know. We shouldn’t be doing this.” His expression said the exact opposite.
Barely two inches separated us, and if I was being honest with myself, that was the only thing that felt wrong about the situation. I wanted to feel the length of his body against mine, go skin to skin with the solid bulk of his muscles. I wanted him to crush my face to his own, kiss me until I couldn’t breathe. A slow burn ignited deep in my stomach and I felt an irresistible urge to have him inside of me. Now. My eyes pleaded with his, but what I was begging for . . . I didn’t even know anymore.
He gave a slow nod. “You’re right,” and stepped back. I nearly cried out from his absence, sagging slightly, although somehow I remained upright. “This isn’t how I want to have you.”
I blinked. Have me? “It’s not?” I should have been relieved. Tristan could have me all he wanted, but in a professional way. I could compile research, populate spreadsheets, organize presentations. I was willing—no, eager—to work hard and make personal sacrifices for the sake of my career. A career that would never get off the ground if anyone knew I was standing in the supply room closet with my boss, the door closed, oozing with disappointment that he wasn’t trying to get inside my skirt. I was a lot of things, but relieved wasn’t one of them.
Clearing my throat, I wrapped my fingers tightly around the doorknob. What now? “I’m glad we agree.” It was a bluff, a pathetic attempt to save face. And if it worked, I was going to need the nearest ledge..

Fuck. Agree? What exactly was Reina agreeing to? That I would leave her alone? That I would let her walk out the door without tasting her lips once more? I’d grown up in the world of banking and big business, had already made a lot of deals, but allowing Reina to walk away from me wasn’t even on the table.
I took a step toward her, covered her hand with my own. Reina’s eyes were wide open and staring at me, the faintest hint of purple smudges beneath them. Obviously neither one of us had slept well last night. I let my gaze travel the full length of her body, from the blond hair captured in a bun at the base of her scalp, begging me to release it, to the nude heels with the red soles that should have been pointed at the ceiling as I thrust between her thighs.
When I returned to her face, Reina’s lips were parted slightly, her cheeks flushed. “You want me every bit as much as I want you,” I said, taking pleasure in stating the obvious.
Reina took her time answering, and when she did it was in a whisper. “I know.”
“If you didn’t, if this was just a one-sided thing, I’d let you walk out the door right now.”
“I know that too.”
“Are you sure? The details of our lives are pretty complicated right now.” I paused, not sure how honest I should be. Fuck it. Reina was a breath of fresh air, and I wanted her in my life. Hiding my feelings, obscuring my intentions—what was the point? “But what I feel for you isn’t complicated. It’s pretty damn simple, actually. I need you.”
Reina’s lips tilted upward at the edges, and I leaned down, pausing an inch away. I could taste her breath, spearmint with just the faintest hint of morning coffee. One second went by. Then two. And then I felt her hand curl around the back of my neck and draw me closer. Much better.

Crystal’s Book World Review: 

4 Stars!!!!

I was really intrigued about this book starting with the blurb and the cover. I love a good “Sleeping with your Boss” trope and was going into this thinking it was going to be similar to others in the same category of romance. What I did not expect was two powerful and strong people were sort of broken from their past. Penthouse Player was sinful and very unexpected. You get the good, bad, and sexy all in one twist.

Reina trumps the Queen card of what she takes on in life. Tristan will never back down from what he wants. I really was impressed with their first encounter. Tristan saw Reina and immediately claimed her from the arms of another man. This book had the high and lows. It was a true emotional rollercoaster.


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Tara Leigh attended Washington University in St. Louis and Columbia Business School in New York, and worked on Wall Street and Main Street before “retiring” to become a wife and mother. When the people in her head became just as real as the people in her life, she decided to put their stories on paper. Tara currently lives in Fairfield County, Connecticut with her husband, children and fur-baby, Pixie. She is the author of Penthouse Player and Deal Breaker.

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Under Pressure, an all-new standalone from New York Times Bestseller Cathryn Fox is LIVE!



Under Pressure by Cathryn Fox
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publication Date: September 4th

Veterinarian, Reese Scott can’t believe it when her dossier contains vouchers to Mexico to go cage diving with sharks. And when not being intimidated by sea creatures, she’s supposed to be having hot monkey sex with a stranger. So why would her best friend Cole Rayburn be involved in her adventure?

Except when Cole takes his shirt off, and she sees he’s filled out in all the right places, she can’t help but want a closer look…touch. Too bad he’ll always see her as the tomboy from next door. When she finds herself inside a shark cage and in his arms, she knows she has to do something about it.

But what if she tries to seduce her best friend and he rejects her? More importantly…what if he doesn’t?


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Release Blitz: Yasssss!!!! Long for Me is LIVE!!!!!


Long for Me by Stacey Lynn
Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date: September 4th, 2017



My boss already controls my days; do I want to give him my nights, as well?


I’ve seen what happens when you give everything to a man. That’s not what I want. I won’t have my heart crushed in anyone’s fist.

Then he changed everything.

Him. Bennett Ashby. My boss.

Seeing him at Luminous, dressed in leather pants and wielding a whip…

Do I crave this?

My mind says no, but my body is starting to have very different ideas.


I knew Rebecca Morales would be the perfect assistant. That’s why I hired her.

I didn’t know that working with her every day would lead to temptation—to own her, to possess her.

When she walked into Luminous, I knew I was screwed. Dipping your pen in the company ink is never smart, but we both agreed what happens at the club stays there.

One night and then it’s back to business tomorrow.

Except I don’t want just one night with Rebecca. I want them all.

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She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

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Fight is available now! Check out this amazing book by J.L. Davis! Blog Review included … Happy Reading <3

FIGHT by J.L. Davis

   Release Date: September 1st

   Genre: Contemporary Romance

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   Brittany Campbell is a smart, sassy woman with no filter. She has an
   independent streak a mile long and no man will get in her way. No matter
   how gorgeous he is.


   Nathan Beckham works with Brittany. She can’t escape him. His persistence
   along with his beautiful smile finally wears her down. Brittany decides to
   give him a chance, even though she knows he has a secret….

   One that he doesn’t want to share.


   Can Brittany and Nathan fight for each other and the possible love that is
   forming between them with the roller coaster ride that is Nathan’s life?






   Now that I’m alone I reach under my shirt and remove this burden of a bra.
   I was not lacking at all in that department. I hate them.

   “Need some help with that?” Nathan’s deep voice surprises me and I throw it
   at him not thinking.

   “What the fuck, Nathan. Don’t sneak up on me,” I say, covering myself.

   He chuckles. “I didn’t. I walked in as Jessa left. I just assumed you saw

   “Um, no. Now turn around so I can put the damn thing back on.”

   “No need. I’m just grabbing a file and heading home.”

   “Are you okay?”

   “Yeah. I’m fine.”

   “You don’t look fine.”

   “Brittany, you almost seem like you care,” he says, grabbing his chest.

   “I wouldn’t go that far. That eye isn’t too good for business, though.”

   “I think I look pretty bad ass actually,” he says, showing me that
   beautiful smile. “I think you approve, too,” He nods at my chest. I look
   down and see my nipples are hard, poking through my blouse. Damn them. I
   quickly cover up again and he chuckles walking back to his office. I’m

   He comes back and I can’t help but be nosy. “Did your crazy ex give you
   that black eye?”

   “Why would you think that?”

   “I don’t know. Am I right?”

   “Hardly.” He grins, sitting on the edge of my desk.

   “Seriously, Nathan. Why do you have to piss me off? If my desk breaks,
   you’re buying me a new one. Get the fuck off.”

   “I told you, I like to get under your skin. It’s fun. You’re so feisty. And
   I won’t break your desk by sitting on it. I could think of other ways to
   break it though,” he says, narrowing his eyes on me.

   I won’t look at him. I’m not feeding into that. “So, you’re really not
   gonna tell me what happened?”

   “Nope. Why do you want to know so bad?”

   “I don’t know. You just don’t seem like the fighting type.” He laughs, like
   cracks up laughing. “What the fuck is so funny?”

   “You. You don’t know me at all, but you think you have me all figured out.”

   “I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my fucking mouth. I clearly stated
   that I don’t take you as a fighter. The black eye and all. You must have
   pissed someone off. You don’t want to talk about it. Fine. I wouldn’t
   either, if I got my ass whooped.”

   Nathan leans down, putting his hands on either side of me on my desk, eye
   level with me, he catches me off guard being so close. I gasp and can’t
   look away. His eyes are the most beautiful color green I’ve ever seen.
   They’re smoldering. He’s so close, and looking at my lips as if he’s going
   to kiss me; my heart begins to pound into my throat. Time seems to stand
   still. He looks into my eyes with a cheeky grin and says, “I never get my
   ass whooped, sweetheart.”

   He stands. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He chuckles on the way out the door.

   I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. That bastard. What the
   hell? Why did I just sit there? Why didn’t I push him away? Why didn’t I
   kiss him? Why the fuck am I thinking like this? I need to get a grip.



Crystal’s Book World Review:

5 Stars: 

I really love J.L Davis books! After reading the previous book, Last, I knew Brittany and Nathan would have to have their story heard. This book rocked it! The game of cat and mouse is finally over! Brittany has to take baby steps because she hardly trusts Nathan to not break her heart. Little did I realize that it would be Nathan’s past that would rock this relationship. Brittany’s attitude is real and amusing. She knows that she can fall easily for Nathan, but the question of the day, will she?

This book has more sexy steamy scenes. You will get lost in the pages and barely blink. Then when you are at the end, you are left wanting more. The anticipation of the story will build. I love finding a great book to get lost into and Fight will do it for you and much more!



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   December 2016 and released my first novel, Last in May 2017. I hope to be
   able to write full time someday. That is my dream. I also love interacting
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The anticipation has been killing me! Finally release day is here for Complicated Hearts part 2!!! Who is ready for things to become more complicated???

Title: Complicated Hearts: Part 2
Series: Complicated Hearts Duet
Author: Ashley Jade
Genre: New Adult/Erotica/Menage
Release Date: August 31, 2017


Things are going to get…complicated. 


This is Book two (the final book) of the Complicated Hearts Duet. Book one must be read first.

Warning: This book is not for everyone. These characters are flawed and the situation is intense and frustrating. Emotions—all of them—run high. If you’re looking for perfect characters and a perfect story…this book isn’t for you. 

Trigger Warning:
This story is strange and unconventional. It’s everything you hate. That’s the only warning I can offer you.




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I’m a lover of romance, erotica, dark romance, oxford comma’s, the em dash, peanut butter on my cookies and anything thought provoking…except for math. 

I’ve always read books growing up and after having a strange dream one night; I decided to just go for it and publish my first series. 

Little did I know, I would end up falling head over heels in love with writing and it would own and soothe my soul. 

If I’m not paying off student loan debt, working, or writing a novel—you can usually find me listening to music and pondering the meaning of life. 

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I love connecting with my fans—you are my world. 



Are you all ready for Dr. Neuro? He is HOT AF and ready to see you now :) I enjoyed the docuseries and loved Nick to the fullest. Check out my review and book info <3 You know if the book is written by Max Monroe, you are in for a helluva ride!

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5 Star Review!!

Is it really over? I really loved the St. Luke Docuseries! I will admit I love everything that Max Monroe writes. I am addicted to their writing and I have been anticipating Nick’s (Dr. Neuro) story. I knew from the previous books he comes off as a serious and no fun kind of guy. But once we are allowed inside his head, you will see all along that he is not a bad guy. He is ready to “adult” and be the best he can be. He has a very special little lady to thank for that.

Charlotte is by far one of my favorite heroine. She did good making sure Nick knew what her intentions were. I was shocked with the forwardness for a few seconds, then hollering and rooting for her to go for it. This lade will make you laugh hard. At first I felt that their relationship was to easy going. Once I had made that comment, a lot of twists and turns happened and I was hooked to this book. Charlotte shows us she has a heart of gold and backbone made of steel.

The Docuseries make these doctors seem like they play the field. Nick was quite the opposite. He loves hard and true. And oh when those sexy scenes unfold, you are amazed and shiver along. Dr. Neuro was thrilling, sexy, and a lot drama! Get this book and if you have not started this series, you need to asap!

Let me show what the hype is all about Dr. Neuro!



 I’m Dr. Nick Raines.

Brain surgeon and notorious over-thinker, I take the analytical approach with everything, until I can determine the best, carefully calculated plan of action. It’s no shock the producers of the popular reality series The Doctor Is In have decided to call me Dr. Neurotic.   

 Besides my more than full-time job as Chief of Neurosurgery at St. Luke’s Hospital, I’m a single dad and my number one priority is my daughter.     

 But life had plans to add another priority to my list.

Charlotte Hollis. Outspoken, impulsive, and beautiful, she’s everything I didn’t know I was craving.

 She makes me wonder What if?

 What if I don’t have to be alone for the rest of my life to give my little girl the father she deserves?

It’s a battle—my battle: Head vs. Heart. 

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The heroine of this novel just might threaten to slap you with a d*ck if you don’t like her…or if she doesn’t like you.

Disclaimer for the disclaimer: Theoretically, we support this. Physically, we do not. Direct all fictional lawsuits to Charlotte Hollis directly.

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Release Day for Rosalind Abel! The Veranda is now live! You can one click your copy today!



Donovan Carlisle helps countless people in Lavender Shores with his skills as a therapist. It seems, however, that his ability to enable others to live their happiest life only works outside of himself. Donovan truly loves his life, but isn’t able to find a relationship that satisfies his heart’s craving. Maybe the problem is that the only man he wants is off-limits. 
Spencer Epstein came to Lavender Shores to find himself. Instead, he married one of the local town beauties. He’d thought his prayers had finally been answered. Then, he met his pregnant fiancée’s brother. It turned out those answered prayers were just cruel twists of fate. 
A decade later, after a divorce and the crumbling of all Spencer thought was set in stone, he sees his brother-in-law at a masquerade sex party. He takes full advantage of the anonymity and acts on the desires he’s held at bay all those years. The problem is, those silent and frenzied moments didn’t satiate anything. The fire and heat between the two men only grows as secrets are uncovered and they must determine if the cost of their passion is too high…
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Two minutes in and I needed to leave. I’d had a ton of fun two years ago, but tonight I wasn’t in the mood for a sex party. No matter how festive.
“I always figured Elle Woods was a top, but seriously? A bottom coming dressed up as Billy Elliot? Cliché much?” Paulie nudged my arm with his elbow, nearly causing me to spill my drink. “The use of the dog leash is pretty creative, though. Well, not creative, but fun. Definitely fun.”
I followed his gaze and found the pair through the wall of windows in the living room. A man in a tutu was bent over the patio table as Elle Woods fucked him from behind, every once in a while giving a tug on the dog leash wrapped around his neck. I narrowed my eyes, trying to make sense of the fuzzy brown thing bashing into Billy Elliot’s leg between thrusts. “Oh my God, is that a stuffed dog?”
Paulie giggled. “Bruiser Woods.”
“Excuse me?” I spared a glance but couldn’t keep my gaze away from the fornicating couple for too long. Maybe if I were in the right mood, the scene would be hot. But I wasn’t, and the two men playing dress-up felt like a freak show. Although, I was just as dressed up as they were. Kinda.
Bruiser Woods. Elle’s Chihuahua.” Paulie huffed. “Are you kidding me? You’re a therapist for gay men and you don’t know your Legally Blonde characters? Obviously your clients aren’t aware of your deficiency, or they’d never pay whatever ridiculous hourly rate you charge.”
“Not all my clients are gay men, and I don’t….” I started to move away from the doorjamb I’d been leaning on when Billy Elliot’s face blossomed from red to deep purple. “Paulie, I think you might have a problem.” At that moment, Elle unwrapped the dog leash from Billy’s neck and swatted his ass. I watched for a second longer as Billy’s skin returned to a human color. I turned back to Paulie. “You sure this is a clean party? The sun’s not even down yet, and things are getting a bit carried away.”
He shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. “I should kick those two out. It’s only polite not to fuck outside until night, and they didn’t follow the costume rules. Neither of them even attempted a mash-up.” He winked. “But no drugs, rest assured. Only poppers and alcohol, my friend. I only play clean, rules of my house. However, I do have a tray of magic brownies hidden in the pantry, for my inner circle only. Of which, you are most definitely a part.”
“No, I’m good. Thanks.” I shook my head, gave a final glance at Elle and Billy, and sipped my piña colada, the straw catching on my wolf snout prosthetic. I studied Paulie. I loved the guy, and it had been a long time since we’d gotten to catch up. “Speaking of not following rules. Neither are you. You’re not even from a musical.”
Paulie sucked in a breath. “Cinderella is a musical, you bitch.” He placed his wineglass on the bookcase next to him and spun around, hiking the countless yards of fabric of his ball gown around his waist, revealing his bare ass, which he shook in my direction as he grinned over his shoulder. “I had to special order this lion tail butt plug. My musical mash-up is subtle.” He dropped his skirt and lifted his chin in a truly princess manner.
“Oh, yeah. Subtlety has always been your trademark.” I grimaced. “And dear God, I hope my niece and nephews don’t ask to watch The Lion King anytime soon. I’m pretty sure Simba is ruined for me forever.”
“You’re no fun.” Paulie zigzagged his finger over my body. “I wasn’t going to mention it, considering I love you, but what is this getup you’re wearing? And don’t think I don’t know you chose the wolf face just so no one would know who you are.”
I didn’t even consider trying to deny it. Chances were low I’d run into someone I knew from Lavender Shores at my friend’s private party in his San Francisco mansion, but I wasn’t going to take the risk. Therapists were like preachers—people wanted to believe we were above such base desires. Even if I was a single gay man. Even if it was the beginning of Pride weekend. “I’m the wolf from Into the Woods.” I straightened my leather jacket. “And Danny Zuko from Grease.”
“Oh, sweet mother Patti LuPone. Grease? Why am I not surprised?” Paulie snatched my drink and placed it by his wine and began tugging off my jacket. I’d learned years ago to not fight him. “It’s bad enough that I had to stock pineapple juice for your ridiculous piña colada addiction, I refuse to have you pull a John Travolta. At least a boring one.” He yanked the sleeves off my arms. “Take off that ridiculous white T-shirt.”
“No, Paulie. I’m not going to stay. This was a mistake. Maybe next year.” I reached for my jacket.
He held it away, but the teasing had left his tone. “Donovan. I haven’t seen you in months. You can’t leave. You’re the one here who’s known me the longest.”
“Trying to tell me I’m old?” I attempted levity.
“No, darling. If you’re old, I’m old.” He cocked a brow and pointed at my salt-and-pepper hair with his free hand. “Though one of us is quickly qualifying as a silver fox.” He grinned. “Which goes well with the wolf face, come to think of it.” He leveled his gaze at me. “Take off the damn shirt.”
I took it off, stretching out the neck, avoiding my wolf snout. It was pointless to argue with Paulie, I wasn’t even sure why I tried.
He snatched it away, but gave me my jacket, which I put back on. “No matter what the gray might say, that body of yours could belong to a thirty-year-old.” Paulie ran a hand over my chest and down my stomach. “How is it you still don’t have a belly?” His gaze met mine, and there was a spark of longing.
If I didn’t know him so well, I wouldn’t have seen it. Maybe it was because we’d dated eons ago. Maybe it was my therapist abilities, but I saw it. And it stung. I also knew when he realized I’d noticed.
Paulie glanced over my shoulder, his gaze unfocused for a moment, then his eyes went wide. “Holy mother Patti LuPone indeed! I’ve found the man who’s going to take home my lion’s tail!”
Relieved to have his attention captured, I turned to see the poor guy who had no idea what he was in for. I spotted him instantly, though my shock made me take longer than it should’ve to turn back around. Connor Clark was a mountain of a man. Gorgeous, covered in equal measure with muscles and tattoos. Even though his face was painted green, he was easily discernible. Probably feeling my stare, he glanced my way. His eyes narrowed, he paused, checking out my body, then lifted his hazel eyes to mine again.
I whirled around and nearly hissed. “I thought you said no one from Lavender Shores was going to be here.”
Paulie still studied Connor. “That gorgeous hunk of meat is from Lavender Shores?”
“Yeah. And another member of a founding family.”
He rolled his eyes. “I swear that place is a cult with all its founding family bullshit.” His gaze traveled away, and I assumed he was watching Connor walk across the room. Thank God he wasn’t coming toward us. “I don’t know him, but I’m glad someone brought him. Now, I’m going to hunt that green-faced Elphaba down, see if he can’t help me hit the high note.”
I gripped Paulie’s arm, stopping him in his tracks. “Don’t you dare. I don’t need anyone from Lavender Shores knowing I’m here right now.”
Paulie grimaced. “You know, you’re a little self-absorbed for being a therapist. Trust me, darling, I don’t plan on bringing you up while I get into that man’s pants. And don’t worry, that stupid wolf face makes you unrecognizable. Even I wouldn’t have known it was you if you weren’t drinking a piña colada and had stick-in-the-mud written all over you.” He kissed my cheek, smacked my ass, and took off to hunt his man.
After a few moments pretending to study the titles in the bookcase, I retrieved my drink from beside Paulie’s abandoned wine, and slowly turned around. Not seeing Paulie or Connor anywhere, I relaxed a bit. I spared a glance toward the lavish backyard. Elle and Elliot had vacated the area, thank God.
Despite the previously fucking couple and Paulie’s pursuit of Connor, the masquerade had yet to turn into true bathhouse quality. It was part of the reason I enjoyed attending the annual Pride kickoff party once in a while. On one hand, it was everything I stood against. Paulie’s crowd was the A-list of San Francisco gays’ A-list, but that very quality provided some safety. Lavender Shores, even if it was A-list, was a different monster entirely. And despite Connor’s presence, the two rarely crossed. And even by San Francisco standards, the guests were gay men of status. Lawyers, judges, politicians, actors, the Richie Riches of the city. Men who liked to get down and dirty just like the rest of us but held fast to the “walls never talk” rule. This was a safe place to play and still be professional the next day.
I sipped my piña colada and indulged my natural state of being; I observed. While Lavender Shores didn’t lack for cash, even its largest homes had a cozy charm to them. Not here. Paulie’s mansion was decked in gold, marble, fur, and museum-quality art. And nearly all the costumed yet half-naked men walking around, lounging on the expensive furniture, and pressing each other up against linen wallpaper, were just as exclusive. Not all had perfect bodies, but each was primped, plucked, and pampered. And like every party I’d attended, most were unrecognizable behind masks and costumes.
This could’ve been my life. Twenty years ago, I thought Paulie and I were going to be together forever. But Lavender Shores had called. Or at least a few of the people in it. And I’d been growing increasingly uncomfortable with Paulie’s and my open relationship. I didn’t have a problem with open relationships, in theory. However, as I watched the beautiful men filling Paulie’s house, the idea of one appealed to me even less than it had all those years before.
But I was single. So very, very single. And the last time I’d had sex…. I started to think back and realized just how long it had been. Whoa. I’d be lucky if I could even remember what went where.
I should take the opportunity. It would be my only chance during Pride. I had to be back in Lavender Shores for the next two days. And I didn’t sleep around at home. Ever.
The idea left me feeling lonely. I couldn’t even pinpoint why. Maybe the thought of what could’ve been with Paulie all these years… no. No, that train of thought didn’t go to happy places. Who knew why? Some therapist I was. Couldn’t even determine the source of my own emotions. But I knew enough that I should listen to them.
With a sigh, I left my spot by the bookcase, paused to grab Paulie’s wine, and took the glasses to the bar in the ballroom. Yeah, ballroom. Something the homes in Lavender Shores definitely didn’t have. I’d made the right decision moving home after Paulie. Even if I didn’t feel like it at this very moment.
I considered trying to find Paulie before I left. He’d carried off my T-shirt. But if he’d convinced Connor to free him of his lion’s tail, then I needed to stay away. I could zip up my jacket and be fine. Hell, I could stop by a Target on my way home and pick up a shirt if I was that worried about it.
Actually, that wasn’t a half-bad idea. I’d had a couple drinks. I could take a cab to purchase a shirt and by the time I was back, I’d be more than fine to make the hour drive back to Lavender Shores.
I was in the process of zipping up my jacket and had almost made it to the front door when a man stepped in my path and put his hand on my chest. A white Phantom of the Opera mask covered half his face. The other side was striped with tan, white, and black makeup and fur. Cat ears protruded from his dark brown hair. Phantom of the Opera and Cats. He was a walking Andrew Lloyd Webber wet dream. This was the man Paulie should be with. They were his favorite musicals. I hated everything Webber did.
My brain told my body to step around him. I was heading home. Well, I was going to sober up and head home. My body didn’t listen. And I was pretty sure the Phantom-Cat man’s body was to blame. Or maybe it was the cat portion, as I could swear he was giving off pheromones. Whatever was happening chemically was helped along by the sight of him. He wore a long black cape and black pants, but in between? Solid muscle, tan skin, completely hairless. Primped and plucked and pampered—and in this case, obviously waxed clean. Though I typically liked a man with a hairy chest like my own, there was something about the hidden face combined with the suit pants and the cape framing his body that made the smooth skin intoxicating.
Or maybe it was the touch of his hand on my chest.
It had been so long since I’d been touched. Though Paulie had put his hand to my chest in a similar way only minutes before, this was different. There was heat in this man’s touch… desire. And force. There wasn’t a request as he pushed against me with one hand and used his other to roam over my stomach muscles. It was a demand.
Following his lead without even thinking, I stepped backward until I hit the wall of the foyer. We were the only two people in the entrance, and I glanced out the oval glass of the front door. Dusk was falling, and I had no doubt that with the lighting of the house, we were completely visible from the street. The high-walled backyard was one thing, but a street show?
My hesitation was cut off as the man gripped both sides of my jacket, pulled it over my shoulders and down to my elbows, trapping my arms at my sides. Simultaneously, he lowered his head and captured my left nipple between his teeth, causing me to hiss. Then he released it and ran his tongue over my chest and up my neck.
Any chance I’d had at protesting vanished, not that there’d been a chance at all. I went slack against the wall, panting instantly.
His tongue trailed over my jawline, his breath hot against my skin. Hands roaming over my chest and stomach battled to pull my attention away from what his lips were doing. The heat between us nearly radiated. Every inch of my skin was on fire. My cock achingly full in my pants. My brain fuzzier than anything the rum was responsible for. He pulled away slightly, and I thought he was going to kiss me. Wanted him to kiss me.
I swear he wanted the same thing, but he jerked away, then returned to my neck. The wolf prosthetic. Damn it. I’d forgotten. I started to reach up to rip it off my face, no longer caring if I was recognized, but my range of motion was limited by my jacket. I tried to jerk an arm free, but the man began fumbling with my belt and all thought of kissing the stranger flitted away. I let my head fall back against the wall and closed my eyes.
His hands were unsteady and he had to use both to unfasten my belt.
That lack of contact was enough to let my brain clear for a moment. I was leaving. I needed to leave. I remembered that much. Though I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why.
His hands were back on me, but they didn’t feel right. The contact lost the heat it had mere moments before.
I looked down. Not his hands. Another man had joined us, one of his hands moving over my chest, the other stroking his erection. I shook my head, starting to protest, but I didn’t have the chance. The first man let go of my belt and lightly pushed the newcomer’s hands off me and shook his head.
“Come on, dude. Suck both of us off at the same time.” The man waggled his erection.
I glanced down at the sound of the man’s voice. There was something familiar. Or maybe just a tone or tenor that called to me.
“It’s a sex party, asshole. Have some fun.” The other man reached out to touch me again, and I shook my head, still not able to move my arm.
“No. He said no.” I hadn’t really meant to say that. I’d meant to say no, but no to both of them. Just a no. But again, my body wasn’t following any of my brain’s directions.
“Lame.” The man took a step back. “I’m still going to watch.”
I didn’t care. It was enough that he’d stopped touching me. I focused on the man on his knees. He didn’t look at me. “Keep going.”
Without waiting, he unzipped my pants, pulled them down mid-thigh and then did the same with my underwear, trapping my legs as securely as my arms. I thought I heard him exhale a breath that sounded like awe at the sight of my cock, but his reaction was cut off as he engulfed my dick in his mouth.
I let out a startled cry.
“Fuck yeah, dude. Take his big dick.”
I glared at the other man, having already forgotten he was there. Maybe I should’ve been thankful for him. Without his annoying presence, I probably would’ve orgasmed the second the blowjob began.
The onlooker was eclipsed once more by the man at my feet, who began to bob up and down on my cock, running his tongue up my shaft, around my head, and then swallowing once more.
“Holy shit, yes.” God, it had been so long. Despite the distraction, I wasn’t going to last long. I adjusted so I could move my arm a bit and reached out, palming the man’s head, accidentally smashing one of the cat ears. I couldn’t feel where his glued-on cat fur ended and his hair began.
It didn’t matter, I held the back of his head as I began to thrust, fucking his face.
The man watching us continued to groan, making louder noises than either of us, and I was vaguely aware that he was jerking off.
I didn’t care. I looked down, watching my cock move in and out of those beautiful lips. I wasn’t going to last no matter how much I wanted to. Shit, I so didn’t want this to be over. I warned him, as much as I didn’t want to do that either. “I’m about to come.”
Blue eyes met mine for the first time, and I saw recognition. He looked away before I could place him and increased his speed on my dick, making it clear he wanted my load.
The building orgasm captured me completely, taking away every thought. Of those blue eyes, of any melancholy Paulie had brought with him, of the man crying out his own orgasm a few feet away. I held the back of the man’s head still and tight against me as I thrust into his mouth. One time, then another. Then with a cry, I came. The orgasm surging through me with enough force that I released the man’s head, and would’ve crashed to the floor if I hadn’t already been pinned to the wall.
The man’s throat constricted around my cock, and then he choked. Poor guy probably hadn’t counted on such a pent-up load. He attempted to take my cock deeper once more, but choked again and pulled off my dick. He sputtered, and sucked in a panting breath. He lifted an arm and wiped at the mess I’d made over his mouth. At the motion, his cape slid over his shoulder, and my heart shuddered to a stop at the sight of the ugly tattoo on his shoulder blade.
“God, that was fucking hot.” The observer sounded nearly as out of breath as I was.
“And you’d better clean up the mess you made over my hardwood floor, Clint.” Paulie’s voice cut into the scene, startling me. His tone turned playful. “And look at you, Wolfy Danny Zuko. Guess you’re not such a stick-in-the-mud after all.”
The man at my feet scrambled to a standing position, his cape back in place, though he still wiped at his mouth. I tried to meet his gaze, but he wouldn’t look at me.
“I’ll clean it up. Just let me take care of this guy’s cock first.” The third man, Clint, it seemed, took a step forward.
The Opera-Cat man flinched away.
No. Not Opera-Cat man. Spencer.
I should’ve realized at the sight of his blue eyes. I’d been too caught up in the moment. But that tattoo had made things all too clear.
Spencer shook his head and darted into the other room.
“Hey, come back, dude!”
“God, Clint, could you sound more desperate?” Paulie’s mocking tone brought the attention back to him.
Clint glared. “What’s the point of me wearing a mask if you’re going to announce my name, Paulie? For fuck’s sake.” He stepped over his load on the floor. “Clean it up yourself. I’m gonna go find that Phantom guy.” He followed Spencer.
“Did he…? What the fuck…?” Paulie stared after him, openmouthed. He glanced at me. “Glad you got your rocks off, sweetie. You needed it. But you’ll have to excuse me. I have a bitch to kill.” He followed the same path Spencer and Clint had taken.
I stared out the window to the street, so overcome with emotions that none of them could get a solid hold.
Finally, panic settled in.
Fuck. What the fuck had I just done?
I hadn’t known. Hadn’t realized.
Suddenly I remembered I was still standing there, pants around my knees, cock, now completely soft and attempting to hide in shame, out there for the world to see. I yanked up my pants and didn’t even bother with the belt before I rushed through the front door.
My car. I needed to find my car and get the hell outta there.
In the back of my mind, a warning went off about the two piña coladas. I ignored it. I was sober.
I could’ve had ten drinks and been clear as a bell.
But then again, I supposed that made sense. Realizing your sister’s husband had just given you a blowjob was enough to scare anyone back to sobriety.
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The Palisade
Book 1 in The Lavender Shores series.


Confident businessman Joel Rhodes sees the small California town of Lavender Shores as nothing more than a business transaction and a final stepping-stone to the position he’s been working towards his entire life. It was supposed to be nothing more than one night in town to close the deal, and sleeping with one of the local men, no matter how gorgeous, meant nothing more than a few hours of fun.
Andrew Kelly is perfectly content with the life he has in his hometown. So much so, that the only thing missing is someone to share it with. Going to bed with a tourist was never meant to be the answer to his dreams, just a beautiful distraction. He could get back to looking for Mr. Right the next day.
Both Andrew and Joel’s worlds are turned upside down when a few hours of pleasure gets extended to a couple of days. Even that shouldn’t be a big deal. You can’t fall in love in such a short time, that isn’t how it works. However, if destinies collide, a few short days may be all it takes to find your soul mate. Even so, when secrets and motivations get tangled, destiny may do nothing more than leave two hearts in pieces.
The Garden
Book 2 in The Lavender Shore Series
Beautiful Gilbert Bryant designs jewelry for the rich and famous, and he made his escape from his gossipy little hometown of Lavender Shores. However, with so many friends and family, he keeps getting pulled back. When he attends his best friend’s engagement party, Gilbert can’t help but sample one of the new men in town. It’s just some innocent—or not so innocent—fun. Nothing that will even cross his mind once he gets back to his everyday life.
Walden Thompson dreamed about living in Lavender Shores since he visited as a child. He finally gets his chance, and he embraces the opportunity to start over, to become someone new. He leaves both hurts and dangerous habits in the past, where they belong. When Gilbert crosses his path, Walden gives in to his baser instincts. He can indulge in the carnal pleasures this once and still be okay.
Their few hours together haunt Gilbert, the two-hundred-mile buffer from home no longer shutting out the past or the sexy man he left behind. Walden is just beginning to recover from the smoldering encounter with Gilbert when they are thrust together once more. This time, neither of them can walk away, no matter how hard they try. But when their pasts crash into each other as surely as the magnetism that pulls them together, walking away may be the only option.

Rosalind Abel grew up tending chickens alongside her sweet and faithful Chow, Lord Elgin. While her fantasy of writing novels was born during her teen years, she never would have dreamed she’d one day publish steamy romances about gorgeous men. However, sometimes life turns out better than planned.
In between crafting scorching sex scenes and helping her men find their soul mates, Rosalind enjoys cooking, collecting toys, and making the best damn scrapbooks in the world (this claim hasn’t been proven, but she’s willing to put good money on it).
She adores MM Romance, the power it has to sweep the reader away into worlds filled with passion, steam, and love. Rosalind also enjoys her collection of plot bunnies and welcomes new fuzzy ones into her home all the time, so feel free to send any adorable ones her way.
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The Minster’s Manipulation is Live!

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Can love find you, even when you’re in disguise?

Jamie Cohen was used to quitting things, but she refused to give up the search for her sister, Sylvie, who had crash landed on an alien world six month ago and hadn’t been heard from since. Unfortunately, having a fiancé in NASA wasn’t much help either. Things changed when a handsome Good Samaritan saved her from a stranger’s unwanted advances. Although she thought he’d just been in the right place at the right time, when she sees him again she realizes the truth: He’d been following her.

Drak’Karren Rasveen, Minister of Defense to the planet Zanthar and brother of its king, took his mission to Earth disguised as a human very seriously. Here he hoped to uncover an enemy conspiracy that was threatening the lives of his people. Instead he found Jamie, a frivolous but beautiful human with a taste for expensive clothes and successful men. Still, she is his best chance to infiltrate NASA and find the data he needs. Now, if he could only keep his hands off her…

Together, the pair will battle shapeshifting enemies and risk imprisonment on an alien world. But the real test of their mettle comes when Drake is forced to reveal his true form, a 7-foot tall, muscular alien creature with color-changing skin and an endowment that would put human men to shame. Can Jamie trust the fate of her sister to someone who has lied to her repeatedly? Is Drake willing to break the taboo of mating outside his race and risk the censure of his people? And will they be able to escape the alien prison with their relationship intact? Or even with their lives?

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Drake had actually considered breaking into her phone communications, as well as emails, but so far he’d decided to merely keep an eye on her. The least intrusive route was the best, especially since he didn’t know how deep the Hareema’s interest might be in her. No need to set off any alarm bells unwittingly.

“I’ve been charged with following you around, making sure you don’t get into any trouble, as you said,” he told her, his tone as level and neutral as he could make it. “That’s the extent of it.”

Jamie’s eyes narrowed. It was obvious she didn’t know if she could believe him. He couldn’t blame her.

“Okay,” she said after a moment. “Well, now that I know about you, what’s the plan?”

“The plan?” He didn’t have any fucking plan, now that she’d caught him out.

“Yeah. Clearly you can’t think to keep stalking me, now that I know who you are.”

That was true. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure what else he could do. She was the only door into NASA that hadn’t been shut in his face.

He needed a way to use her to gain entry without her giving him away to the enemy. And, Drake realized suddenly, that would mean they’d need to work together.

Slowly a plan unfurled itself, and he set it into motion.

“Well, I suppose now you tell your fiancé that you caught me red-handed. He tells his bosses, and they fire me. Then some new guy replaces me and it starts all over again.”

“New guy?” Jamie’s face scrunched up in a most adorable fashion.

Drake steeled his features to ensure they gave no window into his emotions. “Yes, another tail. You’re too important for them to leave you to your own devices.”

“But then I’m back to square one,” she said in a huff.

Her eyes captured his own and he felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. Noruma help me, but I can’t escape the effect she has on me.

All of a sudden, Jamie put her hands on his shoulders and gripped them tightly. “And say I don’t tell Lance? Say we go on as we were, me oblivious to your existence, and you just creeping around town after me?”

Although a moment ago that was all he wanted, he’d realized that he had to make his move now. He’d spent too long on this planet already, with nothing to show for it. His people were depending on him, as were the poor duped people of Earth. It was time to try a new tactic.

Drake shook his head. “I’m sorry, but that won’t fly. Sure, it might save my job, but I have a duty to my superiors to report what’s happened today. The mission has been compromised, and I have to follow protocol.”

“Fuck protocol,” she replied, and Drake couldn’t help the smile that broke across his features. “At least you won’t get fired.”

“True, but when my superiors find out, which they could at any moment, surveillance being what it is in this town, I won’t only be out of this job but any chance of a future one in Washington. It’s too risky.”

“And if I storm into NASA’s office, pitching a fit because they had the audacity to have me followed, what then? You think they’ll just put another man on it and keep stringing me along like always? I don’t have time for that!”

Jamie crossed her arms in a way that lifted her chest in a most appealing fashion. Drake had to force his mind away from the delights of her body and concentrate on manipulating her into working together.

“I’m sorry,” he said, patting her lightly on the shoulder. “Really I am. It’s a shame what’s going on, the way they’re keeping you in the dark about everything.”

“In the dark about what?” Jamie’s eyes had gone wide, her features turning pale.

Drake felt like a knife was twisting in his guts. He hated having to maneuver her like this. But there was no other way.

He stared hard at her, as if he was debating on what to say. “I really can’t reveal anything. It’s classified.”

“Please,” she said, grabbing his arms with both hands and squeezing tightly. “I have to know what’s happened to Sylvie.”

Her eyes filled with unshed tears, and he watched her blink them back, marveling at her well of inner strength. A woman like this is a treasure, he thought. Beautiful, alluring, but also strong and tenacious. Sheer perfection.

“Okay, look,” he said, his voice lowering as he bent in closer. “I know things. Things that pertain to Dr. Cohen’s current whereabouts.” He made a show of looking around them, as if assessing their threat level. “But we can’t talk about it here. We could have already been spotted.”

Jamie peeked over his shoulder, her head swiveling, looking for the threat he implied.

“Meet me in an hour, at the coffee shop on the corner of L and 21st.”

“Okay,” she said, giving him a brisk nod.

Drake carefully removed the hands that were still holding his arms and turned away, headed back to the Metro. When he looked over his shoulders, he saw Jamie striding off down the Mall.

Well, Drake, you’ve just bought yourself an hour to come up with a plan to convince the lovely Jamie that you can be trusted, and to figure out how to use her to get into NASA’s inner circle.

Although an hour seemed too short a time, compared with the weeks they’d spent planning his mission back on Zanthar, he had the odd feeling that it would feel like forever.

One hour until I can see her again. I’m already counting the minutes.


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It is Release Day for Hard Lessons by Charlotte West. Let me tell you all that book two just makes this series hotter and hotter! Read all about this book and my review. You need to start this series ASAP! Don’t forget to enter the giveaway in my post … Happy Reading friends!

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Release Date: August 28, 2017



 Down-on-her-luck teacher, Daisy Clemmens, is about to learn some hard lessons. (Not like that, you perv.)

Lesson One

No matter how broke you are, never agree to a job that includes a rabid eight-year-old, requires a tetanus shot or where your boss is a sexy (and cranky) rock ‘n’ roll god.

Lesson Two

Do not, do not start to have tender, gooey feelings for the sexy commitment-phobe rock ‘n’ roll god. You’ll only get hurt.

Lesson Three

Okay so you’ve slept with the sexy rock ‘n’ roll god. But it’s not too late. Just whatever you do, don’t fall in love. Whoops. Too late.

Lesson Four

Never love someone, even if they are a sexy rock ‘n’ roll god, more than yourself.



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5 Stars!!!

Oh this book makes this story and the series of Wild Minds so much better! I really loved Addison in Good Lies. We were introduced to Billy and Daisy in the first book. I loved Billy from the get go. Then we rewind back time and I flew in for some Hard Lessons. Charlotte West has me twisted up in this book. I got in deeper and got more mushy and tingly feelings when I read all about Daisy and Billy. Wanks and Janks bandmates play a huge roll in this book, and we meet Addison as a loveable little girl.

Billy is just HOT and I still can hear his accent ( yes I made up one for him ) in my head. Who knew a 30 year old Rock Star would be so appealing. He fell so hard but the way he expressed himself was just “Billy style”. In the end with the heartbreak, tears, and fears, Daisy had to choose. Will she stay for a rock star who always puts himself first? Or does she finally have the strength to leave and live a life for herself?

So not only will you have your emotions thrown all over the place and be panting over Billy, but the sexy scenes are so worth it! I knew it would be phenomenal. Hard Lessons will make your heart soar. This book will give you the lows with the highs. You will be hot one second, then freezing cold the next. Yes my friends you will get all the feels. I am truly a fan of Charlotte’s writing and hoping one of the bandmates will get a story. I never want to let these guys go. Well maybe I wouldn’t be too caught up with Turner. LOL you have to read this book to see what I mean. 



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Review: Nate is LIVE!!!! I have loved Celia Aaron’s books and Nate did not disappoint.

Title: Nate
Author: Celia Aaron
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 25, 2017


I rescued Sabrina from a mafia bloodbath when she was
thirteen. Doing right by her became a priority for me, even while I was busy as
the new head of the Philly syndicate. I sent her to the best boarding schools
and kept her as far away from the life as possible. It worked perfectly. Until
she turned 18. Until she came home. Until I realized that the timid girl was
gone and in her place lived a smart mouth, a wicked imagination, and a body
that demanded my attention. Who am I? I’m F*cked. Nice to meet you.
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5 Stars!!!

I freakin love Celia Aaron’s writing. It can get a little dark, but the emotions and the brain that goes into Nate was amazing! I know Nate is a killer, a mob boss, cold hearted, malicious, and so much more. But we get to see him in Sabrina’s eyes. This hard and soulless man becomes whole when she is around. His light, his angel. The power oozes from Nate. Celia describes him so well that you feel like you are in the same room as Nate. This book brings you so much emotions that will have you in turmoil. Nate’s crew are mostly loyal. I say that because things seem to happen with the Russians and it makes Nick feel that he has a rat in his pocket.

Sabrina blew me away. This poor girl is all grown up now. She is getting stronger and trying to survive her past. She knows that she will be able to do anything as long as she has Nate on her side. Her savior. The antics this woman goes through to show Nate she will not back down were sometimes hilarious but down right sultry. Sabrina is ready to take the kings side and be the queen he needs.

Nate had me glued to each page. I love that Hitman was in some parts of this book. I really loved all the sexy scenes that we get. This book is insanely thrilling and hot all wrapped in one. The ending surprised the hell out of me. Everything about this book surpassed my expectations! I am a huge fan of Celia Aaron’s and can not wait to see what she has out next!



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

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