Sunday, August 28, 2016

BLOG TOUR REVIEW: Wait by AL Jackson

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From NYT & USA Today bestselling author comes a new Bleeding Stars stand-alone novel… She is his strength and he is her weakness. And this time he won’t let her go.   Edie Evans is gorgeous. Sexy. Kind. She’s also the definition of off-limits. But that didn't stop me from sneaking into her room to comfort her at night. But guys like me? We destroy everything, so it should have been no surprise when I destroyed us, too. The night I sent her running, I thought I’d never see her again. Until I saw her standing like a vision in the crowd.   Austin Stone is dangerous. Alluring. Tempting. He broke my heart and I refused to give him the chance to do it again. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and now I can’t do anything but stare at the gorgeous, tattooed man playing onstage. I should run. I know I should. But like a fool, I run straight back to him. Our desire is overpowering. Our need unrelenting. She is my hope. He is my weakness. We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right into the ground.    

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      “Shit,” I hissed, bracing myself against the spray of the icy shards pelting from the shower head. I sucked in a breath, released it between clenched teeth, and forced myself fully under it. Head dropped and chest heaving as rivers of ice-cold water slicked down my shoulders and back. But it did nothing to lessen the need. Gave me no sanity or pacification. Because all I could think about was the girl on the other side of the door. My girl. In my bed. Wearing just her panties and my shirt. An angel I wanted to dirty. I always had. Love was messy like that. All of my restraint scattered. I gripped my cock. Squeezed the base. My mouth dropped open at the pressure of my hand against my rigid length. A fool thinking it might be enough. Shit. God, I was a bastard, but there was nothing I could do before I was giving in, leaning forward and bracketing my forearm above my head to hold my weight. Water pounded down on my head and back while I pounded my fist against my dick. Trying to keep silent when all I wanted was to moan, teeth digging into my bottom lip as I pictured the girl spread out for me. My breaths were coming short. Panted and hard. I gave into imagining the sounds she would make when I finally got to bury myself in her body. A soft, soft gasp. I slowed, trying to convince myself that throaty sound was all in my mind. Just another part of this fantasy. Until I heard the small thump against the wall. Shit. I mashed my eyes closed, like it might hide me. Conceal the depravity of my actions after I’d just been comforting her hours before. Heart thrashing, I turned and moved far enough to peek out the small section where the fabric shower curtain hadn’t been drawn fully closed. It was just a little sliver that left me exposed. But it was enough. When I peered out, I was looking right at my girl pressed up against the wall. She stared right back at me. And I wanted to be horrified, my mind scrambling to conjure every weak apology I could summon. Ready to fucking grovel to keep her from turning and running once again. Because that’s exactly what I expected her to do. But her expression…her expression clutched me in the center of the chest and sent what little brain function I had left stampeding south. Red, lush lips were parted, her hand pressed to her hollow of her throat, pupils dilated so big that her hooded, cerulean eyes appeared black. Needy breaths were coming at me from that sweet mouth like a goddamned freight train. Desire swelled in the confines of the too-tight room. Alive. She pressed deeper into the wall as if it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing together. Motherfuck. My hand shot to the shower wall to steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”         Wait_20
             
  aljacksonphotoA.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad. Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, as well as the newest BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for the next installments, WAIT and STAY, coming in 2016. If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book. Be sure not to miss new releases and sales from A.L. Jackson - Sign up to receive her newsletter http://bit.ly/NewsFromALJackson or text “jackson” to 96000 to receive short but sweet updates on all the important news.
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REVIEW:
I really loved Austin, that man could be so tempting and sweet, “there’s also this little thing called staying in bed…making love to my girl. All day.” This book was an emotional ride, Austin and Edie were perfect for each other, they were each other's lights. I enjoyed this book.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Winning It All by Victoria Denault



I really do love being in Seb's mind, it is so unfiltered, "I move a hand from her face to her waist and pull her against me as I move my hips, pressing my hard-on into her stomach. She responds by reaching down and grabbing my ***. Oh eff, this girl is perfect." I loved this book, Seb knew how to push Shay, and I mean that in a good way, the boy tested all her boundaries.

Dark Fancy by Sabrina York




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James is not the brightest person when it comes to Helena, “yes. We’ll go to London. Today if you wish. I will buy you a house. Jewels, silks. Anything you desire. Name it and it shall be yours.” It sounded reasonable. It sounded like a wonderful proposition. Apparently she did not agree." It really is apparent that James will ha e his hands full with Helena, "the tips of his ears went red. “You will not seduce a footman. Do you hear me?” I loved this book, I cant wait for the next one in the series.

BLOG TOUR REVIEW: Bad Judgement by Meghan March

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He’s so arrogant.    She’s so self-righteous. I can’t stand him.    I want her.  He’s a distraction I don’t need.     She’ll say yes eventually because I’m not giving up.   Justine Porter is stuck between a rock and a stripper pole. She lost her law school scholarship, which means she has two choices to keep her life on track: strip for her tuition or tutor the most distractingly sexy guy in her class—the one she’s been turning down for two years straight. It should be an easy choice, but tutoring Ryker Grant could derail her plans to graduate with honors faster than two-for-one night at the Déjà Vu. Then again, topless has never really been her color. She could take the easy road, just this once . . . but the deal has enough loopholes to trip anyone up. Who knew they taught bad judgment in law school?      
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      “I’ve got some things I need to say to you, and you’re going to let me.” Her brown eyes snap up to mine, surprise clear in them. “Why should I?” “Because you’re nothing if not curious, and you want to know what I have to say.” She steps backward, and I let my fingertips trail across her skin before they drop away. Justine adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders and tucks Chewbacca into a side pocket. “You know you want to hear the rare sound of me apologizing, don’t you?” Justine purses her lips, and all I can think about is the dreams I had all weekend of her staring down at me from a stage while she danced and stripped. My own private show. I’m not going to admit how many times I jacked off to the mental picture. I need the real thing, and I won’t have another shot if she won’t even give me a chance to talk to her. I don’t know what changes her mind, but she relaxes her posture and relents. “Fine. You’ve got five minutes. This better be good.” It’s not much, but I’ll take it. I lead the way out of the classroom, slipping out the side door I used to make my unobtrusive entrance. Or at least, it was unobtrusive until I decided to share my strike-out history with the entire class at Professor Turner’s invitation. Glancing behind me, I’m marginally surprised to see Justine actually following. I head for the third-floor doors to the library, where the private rooms are. This conversation isn’t for public consumption. The first private room on the right is empty, so I push the door open. Justine trails me inside, and I shrug off my backpack and drop it on one of the four chairs. She closes the door behind her and leans against it, her arms crossed over her chest. I’m guessing she wouldn’t stand that way if she realized how it draws attention to her chest. I force my eyes back to her face. I’m not about to fuck this up. “Wow, you must really plan on groveling if you need privacy,” she says, an eyebrow raised in challenge. “Maybe I just wanted to get you alone.” She rolls her eyes. “And I’m already getting bored.” “You love to bust my balls, don’t you?” “I don’t really like to think about your balls, if you want to know the truth.” I try on my charming smile, the one that has dropped panties for years. “I’m calling bullshit on that. You’ve thought about me at least once.” She pushes off the door and turns halfway to reach for the handle. “And if that’s all you wanted to say, then I think we’re done here.” “Wait.” I’m shocked when she listens. Justine rubs her hands over her face, her every move revealing her frustration. “You ask me out for two years, practically blackmail me into a kiss, then you blow me off completely, and now you’re all up in my business again. What the hell do you want from me?” Her confusion punches me in the gut, making me wish I could tell her why I wasn’t there the morning I promised to help her move. It wasn’t for any reason she thinks. I stride toward her, pressing one palm against the door beside her head. “I’m not blowing you off, and I haven’t stopped thinking about that night.” “Then why—” I can’t give her the explanation she wants, so I try something different. Lowering my head, I catch the next words out of her mouth on my lips. They’re just as soft as I remember, and I drop my other hand to her hip, drawing her against me. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my T-shirt, almost reluctantly, but she’s not pushing me away. I take her mouth, my tongue diving between her lips to taste her again—finally, but the pulsing of my dick against the zipper of my jeans forces me to back off. If I don’t, I’ll be laying her out on the table behind us, and that’s not what this is about. At least, not all of what this is about. With her face flushed and her hair messy from my fingers, Justine shutters her expression. She’s rebuilding her walls brick by brick. That’s not going to work for me. “What’s it going to take, Justine?” I remember asking her the same question at the bar. Her dark eyes fill with confusion. “What’s what going to take?” The words come out defensively. “With you. To get a second chance. I fucked up once, but doesn’t everyone deserve another shot?”     BADJUDGMENT-teaser3     bad judgment teaser 3       BADJUDGMENT-teaser2  
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Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She's also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she's ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.



REVIEW:
Ryker is such a typical guy, "...as soon as I say the word bra, Ryker’s gaze drops to my boobs. “Feel free to ditch the bra anytime. It’s not going to bother me at all. Actually, I’ll be perfectly honest—I’ve got zero motivation to study on my own, but a braless Justine sounds like amazing motivation.” I really loved Ryker, “come on, let’s get inside and get the place warmed up. I can impress you with my manly fire-building skills.” I really liked this book, and I'm thinking Ian needs one.

Friday, August 26, 2016

Sweet Little Lies by Jill Shalvis



Some of the answers Finn gave were just smart-*** remarks that I loved, "she popped open his button-fly jeans and a most impressive erection sprang free into her hands. He was commando. “Laundry day,” he said." Finn is a contact sleeper, "Finn had one hand tangled in her hair and the other possessively cupping her bare ***, and when she shifted to try and disentangle herself without waking him, he tightened his grip and let out a low growl." I loved this book, I really liked Finn.

Fire & Brimstone by RL Mathewson



As usual a Bradford's relationship with his woman is quite entertaining:
           “Are you staring at my ***?” she asked after a slight pause.                  “Yup,” he said, seeing absolutely no reason to lie about it.
I loved this book, Lucifer was just like the otheR Bradford men, although I didnt see him have a big appetite as the others I thought. I can't wait for the next one.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

The Arrogant Architect by L.K. Collins




Ever sure knows how to get a reaction out of her man, “my ***k can’t take this, Ever. I need to get home and…jerk off.” King is quite the dirty talker, I loved him, he had his quirks but overall I just loved him.