Leave Me Breathless by Jodi Ellen Malpas

Ryan tends to get shocked by his daughter, “oh my God, if she fancies you, then you two are totally gonna make out.” I choke on nothing and swerve, hitting an enormous pot hole." Ryan and Hannah tend to have the most strange conversations, “are you hanging the possibility of us having a baby on the quality of a blow job?” What is this crazy conversation we’re having?" I liked this book, I loved Ryan.

My Pen is Huge by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Leland is such a charmer, “I’ll call you whatever you like, love, but if you want to keep the conversation tame, I suggest not staring at my ***k.” He flashes a devilish grin." The man can only handle so much of his woman, “I did it because I care about you, so get over it, for eff’s sake, woman! I mean, bloody h*ll. Give me a break.... " This book was filled with so much humor, I loved it.

Delicate Promises by Kelly Elliott

Miles have a jealous side? No..not him he just hates when his ego is bruised:
         "slamming on the brakes, I pulled my truck over to the side of the road. “Miles! What in the h**l are you doing now?”
          “Who has a bigger ***k than me?”
I liked this book, I loved Miles even though the man was a complete idiot at times.

RELEASE REVIEW: Pyro, Pyro, Burning Bright by Miri Stone

Title: Pyro, Pyro, Burning Bright
Series: Phoenix Crew #1

Author: Miri Stone

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: September 27, 2019

Blurb

FROM THE ASHES, EVEN THE MONSTERS CAN BE REBORN.

Mackenzie wakes up, naked, in front of a burning apartment with amnesia and a voice in her head telling her to run. But when she takes refuge in a small mountain town, the fire beckons. The voice in her head has a disturbing connection to the flames. And yet, she can’t seem to stay away from Ryan, the local Fire Chief and bear shifter alpha.

Too bad it’s a terrible idea to date a fireman when you’re harboring an inner pyro...

Ryan is on the hunt for the arsonist who’s stalking his town. Yet, he can’t get his mind off Mackenzie, the sassy new barista who pours lattes like a dream. When she keeps turning up at increasingly dangerous call-outs, he has to decide…

Is his mate the arsonist or merely a soul swept up in the flames?

Their sexual charge is through the roof. But their lives, and the lives of everyone they love, are set to combust if they don’t work out the true identity of the arsonist. Because he has a dark vendetta of his own. One that will not be denied.

PYRO, PYRO, BURNING BRIGHT is the first book in a suspense-filled, paranormal shifter romance series. If you like kick-ass female main characters, sexy bear shifters, troubled villains, sizzling romances, and high-stakes adventures packed with mystery then you’ll love Miri Stone’s PHOENIX CREW series.

This is a full length novel (133k words) and written for mature audiences (18+ only please!) It includes explicit sex scenes, frequent cussing, and hot growly alpha males bumping up against sassy heroines who can hold their own.

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Ryan has quite the self discipline, "Bear snarled deep in my throat as I rocked my hips toward her teasing hands. Clearly the little minx was trying to distract me, but I was single minded in my desire to see her naked before me." I liked this book, I liked Ryan.

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Wrapped Up In You by Jill Shalvis

Wrapped Up in You by Jill Shalvis

Release Date: September 24, 2019

Wrapped Up in You, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by Jill Shalvis.

It’s love. Trust me.

After a lifetime on the move, Ivy Snow is an expert in all things temporary—schools, friends, and way too many Mr. Wrongs. Now that she owns a successful taco truck in San Francisco and an apartment to call home, Ivy’s reinvented life is on solid ground. And she’s guarded against anything that can rock it. Like the realities of a past she’s worked hard to cover up. And especially Kel O’Donnell. Too hot not to set off alarms, he screams temporary. If only his whispers weren’t so delightfully naughty and irresistible.

Kel, an Idaho sheriff and ranch owner, is on vacay, but Ivy’s a spicy reason to give his short-terms plans a second thought. Best of all, she’s a tonic for his untrusting heart, burned once and still in repair. But when Ivy’s past intrudes on a perfect romance, Kel fears that everything she’s told him has been a perfect lie. Now, if only Ivy’s willing to share, Kel will fight for a true love story.

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REVIEW:
Kel is quite the flirt, “true. And I can be very dirty, but only when I’m off duty, and only if you ask real nice.” The man hates when his woman doesn't get to the point, “let’s say that I don’t understand female loaded silences, so maybe you could translate for me. What exactly have I done?” I liked this book, I loved Kel.

Excerpt:

He held her gaze for a long beat before taking the bag and unzipping it, finding the dishes she’d put together for him. “Not tacos,” he said in surprise. “Making tacos is my job,” she said. “This was for something else.” “And what’s that?” “An apology for being … grumpy last night.” “You weren’t.” She gave him a get real look and he smiled. “Okay, maybe a little. But it was understandable. You’d just gotten an unfortunate and unfair surprise.” He gently tilted her face up to his. “You doing okay this morning?” “Yes,” she said. “Of course.” “Of course,” he repeated and shook his head. “Smart, tough, and resilient,” he murmured, his gaze on her face. Now it was her turn to smile. “Some might say stubborn, impulsive, and doesn’t know when to quit.” “Yeah,” he said. “But I find those things very attractive.” Honestly, she didn’t know how to take half the things he said. They made her feel both terrified and exhilarated at the same time. “You’re a strange man.” “So I’ve been told.” He looked over the food. “You poison any of it?” “No, and only because I’d never waste food.” But to prove it, she grabbed the fork she’d packed and took a bite of her eggs. “Mmm,” she moaned before she could stop herself, but hey, she’d worked out and been on the move ever since, and she was starving. Plus, she made damn good eggs if she said so herself. Again their eyes met, and that now familiar spark went right through her. She wanted him. Quite badly, if going off her racing pulse meant anything. He was so … what, exactly? Steady? Tough? Intense and yet somehow easy-going, not to mention also extremely easy on the eyes? “You didn’t have to cook something special for me,” he said, sounding touched. “You helped me last night. I repay my debts.” “I didn’t do it so you’d feel indebted to me,” he said and cocked his head as he studied her for a beat. “Someday you’re going to have to tell me about the apparent assholes who’ve been in your life to make you so distrusting of me.” “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. It’s not just you. I don’t trust anyone. And it wasn’t just me paying back a debt,” she admitted. “I wanted to cook for you.” And because that made his smile warm, which in turn made something inside her warm as well, she shrugged and backed up a few steps, needing breathing room. “I also wanted to thank you for your help,” she said, feeling annoyingly awkward as he shoved stacks of plans to one side of the table and started pulling everything else out of her bag with a deep male hum of pleasure when he caught sight of the pancakes. “Are those blueberry?” he asked very seriously. She nodded. “Fair warning, if they’re as good as the eggs, I really am going to drop to my knees and ask you to marry me.” That startled a laugh out of her. “Fair warning, if you drop to your knees, I’m going to use my considerable kickboxing skills on you.”

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Married in Michigan by Jasinda Wilder

Yeah...there are times Paxton needs very little coaxing, "...he pauses, hesitating with a grin. “You may kiss—” Paxton’s got that part down, his lips on mine, hot and searching and demanding. “I guess you know,” the minister says." I liked this book, I loved Paxton.

Cocky Player by Stacey Lynn

Cocky Player, an all-new standalone sports romance from Stacey Lynn is now live!

Like most guys I have a type— she wasn’t mine. Not at all.

The angelic beauty on the dance floor has innocence written all over her. But I can’t stay away. And when she runs from me, leaving me wanting more, I can’t get her out of my head.

Turns out finding her won’t be too hard. My mystery virgin is the new marketing assistant for the Rough Riders Football team. And the owner’s daughter. 

She wants to lose her virginity and she’s come to me for one thing, and one thing only. I’ll gladly help her out, but we have to be careful no one discovers us.

The last thing I need is for my boss to find out I’ve been teaching his baby girl all my dirtiest plays. 

But I didn’t get to be MVP by playing by the rules.

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REVIEW:
Connor doesn't really ask, nor take no for an answer, “tomorrow then,” he finally said, pushing off the desk. “And I’m not asking. I’m taking. I’ll text you later, okay?” Connor is just a sweet, romantic guy, “getting hard thinking about how much I wish I could kiss you right now, eat you until you scream, yeah Brenna. I’m getting off on that thought.” Connor's girl has no problem asking for what she wants, “will you feed me a huge cheeseburger with bacon and fries and maybe a salad and some chocolate cake for dessert?” Jesus. The girl could eat apparently." I liked this book, I loved Connor.

Excerpt: 

A chill skittered down my arms and to my toes until my body erupted in goose bumps. Hairs at the back of my neck stood on end. Someone was watching me.  I stopped moving so quickly I bumped into Gina and reached out to keep her from falling onto the dance floor.  “Sorry!” I called out, but I didn’t look at her as she resettled to her feet.  My gaze was focused, skipping from the men on the dance floor to the outer circle of guys who stayed close, probably couldn’t shimmy their hips to a beat if their life depended on it but enjoyed watching the show, to the stairs…the upper level.  Straight to him.  He was there. Hands curled around a silver railing. Buttoned up white shirt un-tucked from jeans and sleeves rolled to his elbows. Casual.  Commanding.  Long dark hair on top, swept to the side but long enough it could also fall into his eyes.  I simply felt his pull. Felt him.  I stood still and raised my drink in his direction.  His response was a nod. So minuscule it was difficult to see from the distance but even then, I knew he was the one watching me.  And if he wanted to watch? I’d give him the show of his life. Two men flanked him, one shoved his shoulder, the other crossed his arms over his massive chest. The men were huge.  Yes. That was going to be him.  If he could gain my attention with a look from a hundred feet away, he was definitely the kind of guy who could do other things to me even more intensely.  

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When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.

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All the Way by Kendall Ryan

REVIEW:
Oh a drunk Becca is quite an opinionated Becca, “I hope you haven’t shaved your chest, because I love the hair on it.” Owen tends to make sense, “I’m not jealous, I’m protective. Jealous is when you want something that’s not yours. Protective is looking after what’s yours already.” I liked this book, I loved Owen.

Kiss Me Tonight by Emma Hart

Noah has no problem making his girl sweat, “asking me out. You said you were going to, but I don’t hear it.” Noah likes to sarcastically give his woman choices, "...Noah waved his hands, but he was smirking. “Would you like to have *** with me or play with my dog?” I adored this book, I loved Noah and Reagan.

Rancher's Wild Secret by Maisey Yates

Holden is quite honest, "...I try to make my *** life no one’s business but mine and the lady I’m naked with.” Holden tends to point out obvious things, “you hate me so much you climbed on me at least five times last night.” I liked this book, I liked Holden.

Sawyer by Samantha Whiskey

Sawyer needs to use physical proof at times to convince his woman of things, “I effing want you,” I growled, pulling her against me so she could feel just how badly I wanted her..." Sawyer is often times clueless with his woman, “has the key done something to offend you? Unlocked a door it shouldn’t have? Put a hole in your purse?” I sipped at my ice water, trying to figure out what had her so frazzled." I liked this book, I fell in love with Sawyer.

Unexpected Fall by Kaylee Ryan

Mark had no problem making sure there's no arguement with his wkmn when he states something, “You’ll be with me.” His tone of voice tells me that there’s no sense in telling him otherwise... "
Mark doesn't appreciate when his woman rushes him, “don’t rush this. I’m making a memory.” His gaze roams over me... " I liked this book, I liked Mark.

Fair Catch by S.R. Grey

Caleb isn't really fussy when it comes to the activities he does with his woman, "...now we’re on our way to some mystery location of her choosing. That’s cool. I like surprises. I don’t care where we end up anyway, so long as I’m with her." Sometimes its just easier to let his woman have whatever, "...she’s in a feisty mood. But she wavers in her insolence when her eyes trail down my almost-naked body. Smirking, I reply, “You keep the sweatshirt. It looks better on you, anyway.” I liked this book, I loved Caleb.

The Dugout by Meghan Quinn

The Dugout by Meghan Quinn

Release Date: September 19th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Let me ask you a question: If someone is vying for your spot on a team and just so happens to injure you during practice, would you believe it was on purpose? Word around campus is . . . it was no accident. That injury has cost me everything; my starting position, my junior year—and the draft. Now, I’m a senior fresh off recovery, struggling to find my groove, until the day I run into a nervous, fidgety, girl with freckles, in the dining hall. They call Milly Potter The Baseball Whisperer, The Diamond Wizard, and The Epitome of All Knowledge. She believes in baseball. She breathes it. She’s the queen of an infamous dynasty, but no one actually knows who she really is, and she plans to keep it that way. One mishap in the panini line, one miscommunication in the weight room, and many failed attempts at an apology equal up to one solid truth -- Milly Potter never wants to speak to me again -- no matter how good my forearms look. Little do we both know, she’s about to become more than just my fairy ballmother.
 

REVIEW:
Carson has no problem explaining things to Milly's friends, “it means we are exclusive. She’s mine and I’m hers, no one else is involved.” Carson is such a sweet talker, "...you don’t normally wear shorts this short, which means you’re going to distract me for this entire practice.” The hand not holding the bat falls to the base of my spine and spans slightly over my rear end. “You have a great *** Milly." I liked this book, I loved Carson, but I loved how Milly didn't mind putting him in his place.

Excerpt:

**CARSON**

Everyone knows me as the easygoing, fun-loving guy without a care in the world. You know who I’m talking about, right? 

The guy who cheers when a couple kisses, who says stupid shit like YIPPEE when he’s excited, the guy who has no shame in shimmying his bare, bright white ass to his friends just to make them laugh.

I’m also the guy who is magically smart, can lead an entire bar to harmoniously sing any Taylor Swift song, lucks out in everything he does, and has impeccable taste in clothing—despite wearing a baseball hoodie every Monday. A dude must make himself feel better when the Monday blues hit and a hoodie does just that.

But have you guessed it? Do you see where this is going?

I’m not that guy anymore. 

Nope. 

Easygoing and fun-loving? Not anymore. 

I spit venom at whoever dares to be in my presence. You know the old man who throws endless piles of shoes at the street youths as they walk by? That’s me, minus the incontinence problem and mothball smell. My days of singing Taylor Swift with a crowd are over. 

Instead—if I even make it to a bar—I bury myself in a corner and sneer. Oh boy, do I fucking sneer. I sneer at anything and anyone that even attempts to look at my face.

That impeccable fashion sense I was boasting about? Gone. I think I’ve been wearing the same pair of athletic shorts for a month—not really—but maybe it’s a little true.
And the guy who lucks out in everything he does? Ha, my luck was cut short at the beginning of the season thanks to the square ass, dirty dick named Kirk Babcock, also known as Kirk BADcock by my team.

What did this Badcock do, you ask?

If you’re thinking he poked me with said bad cock, you need to get your mind out of the gutter. 

What he did was even worse than winging his willy around on the baseball field.

So bad that you might need to brace yourself . . .
**FLAILS ARMS** 

He committed a sin against all baseball etiquette. 

The cardinal sin. 

The biggest sin of all sins.

Are you sitting? I don’t want you to faint from the blasphemy I’m about to share. 
Deeps breaths, everyone . . .

He . . . damn it, he slid late . . . at practice. 

Gasp, I know.

I told you it was bad . . . my balls are shriveling up into my taint just thinking about it.
The dumbass freshman, who had too much juice in his junk, decided to book it to second during a practice game while Holt and I were fleshing out a double play. The dingleberry slid into second base two seconds too late. 

Why is this a problem?

For those of you who might not be in the know—don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you—back in 2016, the gods of baseball developed a new rule; all players sliding into second must hit the ground first before touching the bag to avoid injuring the opposing players. 

Layman’s terms: don’t be a dickhead and hurt people. 

Apparently, Badcock didn’t get that memo, because the little turd nugget charged second base like an out-of-control steam train . . . just as I slid my foot across the base for the out. His dirty slide took my leg out, twisting me in the process, and tossed me to the ground. 

As I fell, I heard a resounding snap that would make any grown-ass man throw up into his lap, followed by an immense amount of pain shooting up the back of my leg. 
The motherfucker—stenchy bad cock—ruptured my Achilles tendon. 

Like Achilles himself, I buckled to the ground and wallowed in pain while holding my leg, as if I let go, it would detach from my body and float right on up to heaven where it belongs for the many good years it gave me. 

Badcock proceeded to fling his helmet off his head, get in my face, and apologize profusely, making up some excuse about tripping over his own damn feet. Yeah, okay, fart breath.

I’d like to see the tape for a full review, because I’m questioning the shit out of that statement. Tripped, my left nut. 

If I was a freshman and got hurt, I wouldn’t want to rip the skin off Badcock’s scrotum, maybe just give him a swift lodge of my foot up his ass. But ripping scrotum skin, nah. 
But guess what? I’m not a goddamn freshman. 

I’m a fucking junior, and if you know anything about baseball, you know being a junior in college is one of the most important times in a guy’s life. 

Because that’s the year you’re eligible to be drafted. 

DRAFTED.

Brentwood University is known as a breeding ground for exceptional baseball players; it’s where the scouts come to find their next top prospects. If you want to play professional baseball, you either choose to go into the draft right after high school or be recruited by Brentwood. I chose an education so I had a possible career to fall back on in case something happened to me . . . like rupturing my Achilles tendon. 

Can you guess where this is going?

Strike up the violins, because a sob story is coming your way. 

I was ushered off the field and straight to the state-of-the-art training room where, after an excruciating physical exam, I had an ultrasound. It was then confirmed I’d be out of commission for the season. I underwent surgery, had the stupid thing stitched back together—let’s take a moment to be physically ill over the thought of that—and then put through an extensive rehab, missing my chance to be drafted.

You read that right, I was not drafted. My best friends were . . . I was not.

Because no one wants an injured player, even if he has tons of promise. 

Even if he was the best second baseman in the country. 

Even if he was supposed to be drafted in the first round. 

Not one single team wanted to take the gamble to see if I could make a full recovery.
Isn’t that just peachy?

So needless to say, Kirk BADcock stays as far away from me as possible. As for me, I’d like to say I’m not a bitter man with a chip on his shoulder, but that would be a massive lie. 

I have the biggest damn chip on my shoulder, so big that I named him Aloysius and I high-five him every morning, agreeing that we’re going to try to make at least one person’s life miserable that day. 

My suggestion, if you see me around campus? Steer clear, run away, duck and hide, because I’m a polluted motherfucker with an equally rotten Aloysius on my shoulder ready to raise hell in your life. 

Carson Stone is out for vengeance thanks to one moronic badcock.

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RELEASE REVIEW: Just Roommates by Charity Ferrell

Title: Just Roommates
Series: Blue Beech #5

Author: Charity Ferrell

Genre: New Adult/Roommates Romance
 Release Date: September 19, 2019

Blurb

The first time we meet, I’m eighteen, and he kicks me out of his bar.

Two years later, he does it again.

Maliki Bridges is the town’s hottest bartender.

He thinks I’m a spoiled rich girl.

I think he has a stick up his ass.

Once I’m old enough to drink, we become friends.

Nothing more ...

Until we become roommates.

It’s a bad idea, moving in with him, but any opportunity I get to be around him I’ll take.

Consequences be damned.

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Maliki likes to have goals for him and his woman, “I want to do so many things to your body, and this wall will eff with my plans. We’ll save wall *** for later.” Maliki can only handle so much teasing, “Jesus.” I grip the steering wheel tighter in fear of driving off the road. “You can’t say that s*** to me when I’m already struggling to pay attention.” I loved this book, I fell in love with Maliki.

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Charity Ferrell resides in Indianapolis, Indiana. She grew up riding her bicycle to her library and reading anything she could get her hands on. Angst is her happy place, and she loves writing about flawed people finding love. She loves the basics—books, shoes, and online shopping.

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Desperately Seeking Landlord by Micalea Smeltzer

Jamie jealous...noooo not him, not at all, “boyfriend jeans,” I blurt, my voice higher than normal. “What the eff do you mean your boyfriend’s jeans?” There are times Miranda can only handle so much of her man's antics, "my eyes fly open and I take a step away from him. “If you whip out your ***k I’ll punch you again.” Jamie knows how to ask those tough questions, “you’re terrified of having a Q-Tip swab your throat, but you’ll deep-throat my ***k?” I freaking loved this book, Jamie and Miranda were so easy to love.

Darkest Sinner by Rachel Van Dyken

Timber sometimes has issues with his woman's fashion choices, "Timber stopped at the door and very slowly looked over his shoulder and barked. “Wear more clothes tomorrow.” I looked down at my jean shorts and crop top..." Kyra has some great comebacks “maybe you’d get laid more if you understood them!” It's never boring in this series all the men love to agitate each other with their teasing and I loved seeing the characters again.

Boss of Me by Tia Louise

They warned me not to take this job.

They said you were ruthless, impossible to please…

I said I was better than them.

I wouldn’t fall for your charm, your arrogance, or how sexy you fill out that suit.

I wouldn’t fall for your deep brown eyes or the way that muscle moves in your square jaw when you’re pissed.

I said I could resist you.

I was wrong...

(BOSS OF ME is a STAND-ALONE workplace, military romance with a badass alpha boss and the feisty woman who steals and heals his heart. No cheating. No cliffhangers.)

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Raquel just doesn't have a filter at certain times, “I like your bare everything.” I haven’t really had enough alcohol to be so sassy, but I can’t seem to help it. His pants fall..." Patton appreciates his woman's sauciness, "now I’m fighting a smile. “You were always too independent.” I liked this book, I liked Patton.

Tia Louise is the USA Today bestselling, award-winning author of When We Touch, the “Bright Lights,” “One to Hold,” and “Dirty Players” series, and co-author of the #4 Amazon bestseller The Last Guy.

After being a teacher, a book editor, a journalist, and finally a magazine editor, she started writing love stories and never stopped.

Louise lives in the Midwest with her trophy husband, two teenage geniuses, and one grumpy cat.

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Wicked Sinner by Stacey Kennedy

Sometimes a woman just needs her man to get down to business, “I won’t fall in love with you,” she said firmly, then grabbed his face. “Asher, shut up and have *** with me already.” Asher is really nonchalant about things, “talk about how you ravished the hell out of me last night. Three times ,” Asher said, drawing her attention back to him. “Well, twice”— he winked—“ I did the ravishing" I liked this book, I loved Asher.

Forever My Duke by Olivia Drake

Hadrian doesn't take hints very well, “you know very well it’s improper for us to be alone in a bedchamber. You’ll have to leave at once.” Hadrian made no move to depart." Hadrian is often times irked by his woman, “I am steadfast, dammit. A regular stick-in-the-mud, remember?” I liked this book, I liked Hadrian.

The Stopover by TL Swan

The man really doesn't make sense at times, “I am not paying you to get hit on, Emily,” he growls." Jameson is such a romantic, "his dark eyes hold mine. “Tonight, we eff.” The man is quite bossy, “fine . Go and say goodbye, and I’ll wait for you downstairs. You have two minutes before I come up and drag you out.” He gives me a long, lingering kiss, and I turn, and he swats me on the behind." I liked this book, I adored Jameson the man was quite an *** and couldn't make up his mind on really anything.