Joel is always just the literal person, “don’t worry,” Joel assured him, voice dry, “I’ll make sure my eyes are on her ***.” The girl has no tact, “eff. Chloe, you’re not supposed to point out a man’s hard-on.” I liked this book, I liked Joel.
Saturday, October 31, 2020
Sunday, October 25, 2020
Only One Chance by Natasha Madison
Miller has no filter, "also I totally checked you out when you were walking away." The man is just overly cocky, “want to check out the goods?” I say, walking past her. “I can walk backward if you want to check out the main event.” seriously no filter, “when I saw you wearing my jersey, I got a hard-on, and let me tell you. A hard-on and a jockstrap do not go well together,” I liked this book, I loved Miller.
Monday, October 19, 2020
Beautiful Thief by M.N. Forgy
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My name may be Romeo, but I’m far from romantic. My brother betrayed the family, forcing me into the role of underboss beneath the criminal mastermind that is our father.
I’ve never been a merciless criminal, and my father tests my resolve by giving me a stolen woman, knowing the situation disturbs me. What he doesn’t know is the disheveled beauty intrigues me.
She tried to kill me with my own gun on the first night, pushing my fixation into a dangerous addiction.
She’s unknowingly teaching me the power I have, and now I’m going to take over my father’s empire.
It’s a cold dark path to the top and I’m finally ready to lead the way.
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M.N. Forgy is a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. She started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.
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REVIEW:
Romeo doesn't hold his thoughts back, “tonight, you are wearing just those in my bed,” I tell her, and her cheeks turn red." I liked this book, I loved Romeo.
Sunday, October 18, 2020
Blood Seeker by Lexi C. Foss
The man is a caveman, “you’re always effing presentable. But if I’m honest, I prefer you naked.” I liked this book, I loved Sethios and I loved seeing all the characters again.
Try as I Smite by Abigail Owen
The man is a demanding one, “still want you.” He stepped in to her again, cupping the back of her neck, willing her to shop shutting him out. “I’ll still want you, dammit.” I liked this book, I loved Alasdair
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
Custom Built by Chantal Fernando
The man has such a romantic side, "anyone touches you, I will kill them. You are mine. You were made for me, and as long as you want to be here, this is where you’ll be. Right by my side.” I liked this book, I loved Crow.
Sunday, October 11, 2020
Meant to Be by Monica Murphy
Eli is a corny guy, “babe. The last time you went on about those tacos, all I could think about was how much I wanted to eat your taco.” I liked this book, I liked Eli.
Thursday, October 8, 2020
Smokey's Distraction by Chiah Wilder
Title: Smokey's Distraction
Series: Insurgents Motorcycle Club
Author: Chiah Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 7, 2020
A woman threatened by her past. An outlaw biker bent on keeping her safe. Does he hold the key to igniting her passion?Smokey can’t quit the one-night-stand lifestyle of his rugged Rocky Mountain motorcycle club. Used to smooth whiskey and easy women, he’s stunned when a drop-dead gorgeous stranger at his local bar rejects his advances. Unable to get her luscious body out of his mind, the rough rider hits a pothole when the sexy woman steps into his office as his new employee.
Marketing expert Ashley Callahan can’t stop looking over her shoulder after her testimony landed her ex-boss in prison for embezzlement. Determined to reclaim her life and career, she keeps her men at arm’s length. But she’s surprised by her feelings for her hunky new employer, and does her best to hide the sparks of their flirty introduction.
Torn between his freedom and falling in love, Smokey never expected the alluring city girl could steal his heart. And when Ashley finally finds proof that someone’s hunting her down, she’s terrified their sizzling chemistry could be short-lived.
Can Smokey and Ashley survive a stalker’s deadly revenge and ride off into the sunset?
Smokey's Distraction is the fifteenth book in the steamy Insurgent’s Motorcycle Club Romance suspense series. If you like tough-as-nails bikers, strong women, and passionate encounters, then you’ll adore Chiah Wilder’s heart-stopping adventure.
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REVIEW:
The man is just in awe of his woman, “that’s my woman. We’re having dinner with my brother tonight at El Tecolote— the restaurant I told you about.” I liked this book, I liked Smokey.
Wednesday, October 7, 2020
Crowne Rules by C.D. Reiss
"Dante Crowne will ruin you for filthy hot alphas who just need a little love. Call me, Dante. Call me."
--Jana Aston, New York Times Bestselling Author
Crowne Rules, an all-new sizzling hot forced proximity standalone from New York Times bestselling author C.D. Reiss is available now!
What happens when fire and ice are forced into close proximity?
With the paparazzi hot on her heels, Mandy Bettencourt is desperate for somewhere to hide, and her best friend has just the place.
It’s perfect. No Internet. No phone. A deep bathtub she’s soaking in when HE shows up.
Her best friend’s brother, Dante Crowne. Rich as a cardinal sin and handsome enough to piss off the devil. A man with a reputation for unforgettable bedroom games.
Mandy got an early taste of them in high school--for seven minutes in a closet. She can tell you, the rumors are all true.
Dante knows he’s got a reputation for a lot of things, including a love of solitude.
But there’s a beautiful socialite in his bathtub, and the memory of those seven minutes isn’t inspiring him to kick her out.
So he offers her a deal.
If she wants to stay, she has to work.
If she makes a mistake, she’s corrected with pink hand marks on her backside.
That’s the deal.
Beg for it or leave it.
He’s surprised when she gets on her knees, and he’s even more surprised when she likes the punishment.
The most shocking thing, though, is how much he’s starting to like her.
They can’t stay in paradise forever.
Los Angeles awaits.
But an old nemesis sets his sights on tearing them apart, and Dante may be the one left begging.
**Crowne Rules is a complete STANDALONE. You don’t have to read any of the Crowne Brothers books to pick this up, but you might want to once you’re done with Dante.**
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Excerpt
As I scraped the last of the ice cream out of the corners, lightning flashed.
Looking up, I noticed steam curling out of the bathroom door.
One Samanda.
Two Samanda.
Three—
Thunder cracked, and the water heater had probably done its job by now.
When the water was so hot I could barely touch it, I plugged the tub and rooted around under the sink, finding a box of squat, white candles and a lighter and a red satin bag of bath bombs. I lit the candles and tossed a couple of bombs into the water, then threw in another for good measure.
When the waterline was near the top, I shut off the faucet.
My phone had been completely useless for miles already, and if there was Wi-Fi in the house, it was off, but I could still play music. I threw together a playlist of songs with a “fuck him” theme, put headphones on, and settled in, letting the line of scalding heat envelop me to the neck.
Arms floating, I let the music take me away, singing along with a song about heartbreak and renewal, unable to hear my voice as much as feel it against the sobbing soreness of my throat.
He broke my heart
When I was so nice
Forget that asshole
I mean it, girl
Forget him twice
I belted it out not to the bathroom tiles, but to the Renaldo in my mind. He was begging to have me back, and I was toying with him, asking, “Why?” Why did he promise to leave his wife only to humiliate me? Turn me into an object of public disdain only to get on his hands and knees and literally kiss my feet?
Not just him, but Caleb, who’d treated me like trash for years, and every guy after him who dumped me and then strung me along so they could dump me again.
In my fantasy, I was telling them about all the other guys I was fucking and how little I cared about any of them. I was walking away from some faceless stud, sated and satisfied and totally unattached. I was never, ever going to get hurt again, and every time I started to cry again, I sang louder.
“No, no, no-no!” I chanted with the music, waving my finger at my imaginary lover. “You ain’t that…”
The lights went out, and I practically leapt out of the tub in shock, sliding my headphones away from one ear. A moment later, I realized what must have happened, and surprise turned to exasperation. Because, of course, this goddamn house couldn’t stand a thunderst—
“Hello?” A man’s voice came from the darkened doorway.
In a crouch, dripping wet, with female empowerment in one ear and his question in the other, I grabbed something, anything, in the dark and came up with a shampoo bottle.
“I know tae kwon do,” I said in the general direction of the voice, standing up to wield the plastic bottle.
“I’m sure.” The lights went back on with a click, and I could see the source of the voice.
Fuck.
Dante Crowne. Gray raincoat glinting with droplets of water, finger on the light switch, looking down at me from the top of Mount Six Foot Four. All the Crowne men had light eyes, but Dante’s were deeper set and the iciest blue I’d ever seen.
“Hello, Amanda.”
“It’s Mandy,” I said, pulling the headphones around my neck and lowering the shampoo.
His gaze followed the poorly chosen weapon and took a circuitous route back upward by way of the naked triangle between my legs, my belly, my breasts. When his eyes landed on mine, there was desire there, but I could tell by the way he tightened his mouth that it was an easily dismissed interloper and not something he wanted to act on.
“Logan said you’d be here,” he said.
He wasn’t going to apologize for scaring me half to death and then checking me out without even admiring the view?
“Well, he didn’t warn me about you,” I said.
Lightning flickered, and I held my reply for the whipcrack of thunder one Samanda later.
“Clearly,” Dante scoffed, looking my nudity over again.
I turned for the towel, catching sight of myself in the mirror. I was splotched in patches of bubble. South America drifted down my hip.
Dante grabbed the towel and handed it to me, eyes respectfully averted. I took it slowly, daring him to look again, and he took me up on the challenge, letting his gaze fall all over my body like a steamer pushed under a dress to relax the creases in every corner.
“Logan sends his apologies, but this house is mine,” Dante said as I wrapped the white towel around myself. “And I need to use it this weekend.”
“Your brother said it was a family house.”
“Hm.”
After the one syllable, he turned and left me alone in what was apparently his bathroom.
About CD Reiss
CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.
She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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REVIEW:
Dante only has on thought on his mind and that's generally his lady, “we’ll do whatever we want for as long as we want. Eff everybody. They’ll handle it, or they won’t. Not our problem.” I liked this book, I liked Dante.
Tuesday, October 6, 2020
The Bookworm's Guide to Dating by Emma Hart
There's so much honesty that comes out of Kinsley, “depends what you suggest, but there’s a high chance I’ll argue everything.” The man can learn, slowly,
Monday, October 5, 2020
Blacklisted by Jay Crownover
The man likes to keep track of what's owed to him, "he winked at me, and his grin shifted to something along the lines of being downright carnal. “I can’t wait to collect my own favor in return.” I liked this book, I liked Shot.
Sunday, October 4, 2020
Semi-Sweet on You by Erin Nicholas
REVIEW:
Cam is just so honest, “I don’t like any breasts as much as I like yours.” I mean seriously, the man has no filter, "no. Dinner, wine, dessert, me feeling you up under the table, walking downtown and talking, late drinks, then *** all night in a suite at the Hilton.” The man's filter really needs to be worked on, “I would look really good wrapped in only a sheet. Down low. Around my waist.” I liked this book, I loved Cam.
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