Sunday, July 5, 2015

Book Spotlight for MILF: Wrong Kind of Love by Erin Noelle (Review)


Fans of romances featuring taboo themes will find themselves captivated by MILF: Wrong Kind of Love by Erin Noelle and its delightful blend of humor and eroticism.  Keep reading to get a tantalizing taste of this book, along with my impressions of it.  This book is on sale yet today for $0.99 so be sure to add it to your bookshelf too!

Wrong Kind of Love
A story of forbidden love with a side of revenge...
When my husband of nearly twenty years abruptly left me for another woman, I thought my life was over.
But I was wrong...
Wrong for thinking I was weak, wrong for assuming I couldn't go on, wrong for believing I wouldn't love again.
No matter what anyone else thinks,
Wrong never felt so right.

EXCERPT:

I have no fucking idea what just happened. Tonight went from strange girl stripping on the coffee table, to an argument with my mom and Mark, to getting kicked out of my house, to my best friend’s mom punching my mom in the face. If I didn’t know better, I’d think we were filming for one of those crazy-ass reality shows or something. Shit like this didn’t happen in my life.
Except all of it really did happen.
And I have no idea what happens next.
After taking a quick shower, I lie down on the bed in the guest room at Adam’s house and stare at the ceiling, with the images of the night replaying over and over again, and the next thing I know, I’m laughing. Laughing hard. So hard my eyes begin to tear up and I have to bury my face in the pillow to not be heard.
I haven’t a clue why I’m laughing, but it seems the only thing I can do at this point. All I can figure is my brain is overwhelmed by all of the data, it’s simply shutting down and using laughter as its coping mechanism. Who fucking knows, but I’m apparently not going to get any sleep anytime soon.
Tiptoeing down the stairs in an attempt to not disturb Adam or his mom, I open the fridge and search for something to drink. Thankfully, there are several beers on the top shelf, so I grab a couple before turning around to take them back upstairs. That’s when I hear something coming from the dining room. It sounds like someone singing.
Quietly, I creep over to the door connecting the two rooms and peek my head in, completely mesmerized by the sight before me.
The old dining room has been totally transformed into an art studio, complete with an entire wall of built-in shelves filled with supplies, track lighting, a drafting table, and several easels erected all around the room. Numerous paintings are spread out, some on the floor, while others hang on the walls, and much to my surprise, they’re really good, just not what I expected…not at all.
Most of the subjects in the paintings are people—faceless, naked people to be precise—in what can only be described as erotic arrangements and provocative poses. Even more surprisingly, none of the pieces are vulgar or offensive; in fact, on the contrary, they’re all artistically delicate and subtle, yet extremely alluring and tantalizing.
However, the one that really catches my eye is the one being worked on at this exact moment.
With her back to me, Mia has no idea I’m there, and I’m fascinated watching her work as she attacks the canvas with such vigor. Dressed only in a tank top and clingy yoga pants with her hair piled in a messy knot on top of her hair, she’s got headphones in her ears—apparently listening to some Imagine Dragons, based on her off-key lyrics about being radioactive—while she strokes the brush over and over again, creating a breathtaking image right before my eyes.
How did I never know she was so incredibly talented? And how did I never realize how sensual of a woman she is?
As each second passes, the earlier events of the night seep away from my forethoughts as I become more enthralled and even more turned on by the enigma that is Mia Sullivan. At one point, she stops, and I’m afraid she’s going to turn around and catch me spying on her, but instead, she simply changes brushes and goes back to work, picking right up with the music only she can hear, now singing about her demons.
Feeling a little bit like a creeper with two beers in my hands and a raging hard on in my shorts, I silently slip out of the room before she can discover me, and make my way back upstairs, only to jack off to visions of her for the second time in as many nights.
I may have a problem.


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MY IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BOOK:

Though the title of this story implies a topic of a taboo nature, the actuality is far different.  This story beautifully blends a sensual romance with humor and shows deeply intense connection between two people who might seem very different but end up being a perfect match.  From its exhilarating prologue that hints at the sexiness and conflict to come to the unexpected humor, appealing characters, and surprising emotional depth this story captivated me from the first page to the last.

After the dissolution of her over 20 year marriage Mia's feeling a bit lost wondering what sent her husband into the arms of the mother to her son's best friend.  Once she's spent enough time wallowing in grief though she picks herself up and remakes herself through exercise and finally following her dream of pursuing a career in art with paintings that hint at a sensual side long suppressed by her ex-husband.  With her colorful sister Stella's encouragement she's also reawakening her sexual side.  Unfortunately it's her son's best friend Grayson who's lit a fire within her which leads to some inner conflict but also lots of steamy encounters along with a surprising emotional connection and personal growth for both of them.  Mia's a delightful woman who got knocked down but sprang right back up stronger than before.  She may be a bit shy about sex but Grayson brings out her wild side which makes her a bolder person overall.  Throughout her marriage she was stifled, devoted only to her husband and son with nothing to call her own.  By story's end she's grown into a woman who goes after what she wants, who finds joy and happiness in just living, and who's found the right kind of love with a man who helps her embrace living and loving.

Grayson's always been a bit of a player, a young man who's always gotten what he wants.  He's sexy and he knows it but he has a good heart deep down despite the occasional misstep.  After returning from schooling abroad though he's a bit changed as his young girlfriend now bores him and he misses the deep conversations he had abroad.  Grayson appears to have matured, grown a bit older and definitely wiser.  With his new outlook comes a new appreciation of Mia too which some might find taboo, but I found sexy and heartwarming.  Grayson might be drawn to her for purely sexual reasons at first but the more time they spend together the closer they grow emotionally with each supporting the other.  He brings Mia out of her shell reminding her that she's still desirable while finding himself excited by her in bed and out.  All along he builds up Mia's confidence while filling a void within himself that her love gives him and I enjoyed their sensual and emotional journey every step of the way.

Theirs is a journey not without a bit of conflict as guilt over what Mia's son, and Grayson's best friend, Adam might think weighs on them.  There's also issues of low self-esteem for Mia early on that Grayson's sultry glances and sexy talk quickly dispel.  These issues, while realistic, ultimately didn't end up being as big an issue as you'd think though.  This couple is delightful with their witty and playful banter and an immediate connection crackling with sexual tension after the months he's spent abroad.  He brings out her carefree side while she gives him the mature interactions he's been craving since coming home.  They're delightful to see together with sexual encounters that left me parched and I was rooting for them every step of the way!  Surrounding this wonderful main couple was a strong cast of secondary characters that added to my overall enjoyment of the story.  I liked Adam and his protectiveness of his mom along with his support of her after finding out about her husband's affair.  He's a good friend to Grayson too but has his own secrets when it comes to relationships.  The most colorful of them all is Mia's sister Stella who's larger than life.  She's outspoken and lives life to the fullest and is the impetus to Mia and Grayson getting together with her blatant blessings.  She's a wonderful character who practically leaps off the page and I'd love to see more of her!  This was a wonderful story from start to finish, despite its rushed ending, that is so much more than what you'd expect and I highly recommend it.

My rating for this is an A-

*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.

AUTHOR INFO:

Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child.
A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. Her titles published include the Book Boyfriend Series, the Dusk ‘Til Dawn Series, Translucent, Conspire — co-authored with SE Hall, Surviving Us, MILF: Wrong Kind of Love and Spark.
Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Happy 4th of July!


Wishing all of my wonderful followers, family, and friends a safe and very happy holiday!  Happy 4th of July everyone in the US!

Friday, July 3, 2015

Book Tour for Can't Hide My Love by Sara York (Review & GIVEAWAY)


Fans of the m/m genre will quickly get caught up in the complex relationship between two men whose lone encounter in high school changed their lives irrevocably.  Keep reading to get a tantalizing taste of Can't Hide My Love by Sara York, along with my impressions of it, and then add it to your bookshelf.  In celebration of this book's release make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win 2 eBooks of the winner's choice from ARe Books Imprints!

When desire is this strong, there’s no running from it.
Alec Harper has had a thing for Preston Gentry since high school. The one taste he got of the man only whet his appetite, now he has the opportunity to slake his need and get over the jerk. Preston isn’t walking away, though, and Alec can’t hold back.
Their lust drives them into each other’s arms, but something hotter, and purer has developed beneath the surface. And it’s something neither Preston nor Alec can let go.
As a college football coach, Preston can’t afford to be gay. His job is on the line, but his heart knows what it wants. Being with Alec means he’ll be outed and he could lose his job. But some things are more important than pleasing the public…like love…

EXCERPT:

The door closed behind them and Preston turned the lock, securing the door to the small room that served as the boys’ public restroom at the park. The evening was warm, the scent of flowers and fresh cut grass filled the night, and in here, antiseptic burned his nose along with the dull scent of piss and something else darker.
Preston laughed again but he didn’t move away. Alec’s back was pressed against the cold tile and Preston positioned his hands on the wall beside Alec’s head. Preston’s laugh change as he leaned in close, almost touching Alec. He tried to calm his racing heart, but his body was having none of it. Alec’s dick had responded the closer Preston got, getting harder than ever before. But Preston was straight, very straight, and Alec was exceedingly gay.
“We should go,” Alec said, his voice crisp.
“Na, let’s wait out the round. They’ll run off to the other side of the park once they realize they can’t find us.” Preston was even closer and Alec swore he heard Preston sniff him.
Alec stiffened and tried to move away, but Preston closed the distance, his chest pressing against Alec’s. The world spun as his blood raced then stalled in his veins. How could Preston be doing this to him? He didn’t think Preston was homophobic, but maybe this was some big setup to destroy him. Alec started shaking then he felt Preston’s fingers trail down his arm, scarcely grazing over his sensitive hairs.
“Preston, we should—”
“Kiss.”
Frozen in place, he let Preston Gentry—only the hottest guy in school—kiss him. It was wonderful and terrible all at the same time. His dick was so hard he’d never be able to hide what he was feeling. This had to be some joke to Preston, but it was real for Alec. What if Preston’s friends were recording this? The thought sent panic racing down Alec’s spine and he pulled away, but Preston was right there, his body pressing against Alec’s, his hands insistent as he exposed skin by pulling up Alec’s shirt.
Before he could say no, Preston had Alec’s shirt pulled up to his armpits and one hand down Alec’s shorts, caressing his dick. They both gasped as Preston stroked him, their lips separating, allowing him to gulp in air. The air didn’t stop his head from spinning or his dick from throbbing.
Preston acted like he knew what he was doing. He was calm and confident, his hands manipulating Alec like he’d already done this a hundred times. Alec had no idea where to put his own hands or how to touch Preston. Lost to the sea of emotions and lust, he stood with his arms at his side, feeling more dorky than ever before.
He’d only really seen one other guy’s erect dick and that was on a porn site. He’d caught a few quick glances of soft dicks in the bathroom at school, but he sure as hell had never touched another guy’s prick.
Preston pushed both of their shorts low, and then their dicks were touching as Preston stroked them together. Alec clutched at the wall, then clung to Preston, squeezing the guy’s shirt so hard he feared he’d rip it. Preston’s breath was hot on his neck and loud in his ears. Alec’s mind started to buzz and his legs shook.
“I’m gonna—dammit, Preston.” Alec was shaking like a leaf, his balls pulled so tight he wondered if they’d ever go back in place.
Preston was doing something with his hand, reaching away, then his touch was back just before Alec blew his load. Preston was smart and had grabbed napkins. The harsh paper scratched the tip of his dick, but he didn’t mind. He’d just come with Preston—freaking hot Preston—star of the football team, Preston Freaking Gentry.
How the hell had this happened?

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MY IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BOOK:

Fans of the m/m genre will find themselves quickly caught up in the complicated relationship between a football coach on a journey of self-discovery and the professor whose heart was left bruised by their long ago encounter.  In a single moment the lives of these two men changed irrevocably as the seemingly straight Preston left his mark on Alec's heart during a steamy clandestine encounter that had Preston running back to his girlfriend and Alec hardening his bruised heart to love.  A meeting years later gives them the opportunity to explore what once scared Preston and for Alec to express the pain Preston's rejection left him with which is the first step in their rocky road to HEA.

This was a quick read with a nice flow and steamy encounters paired with sweet interludes.  Alec may have started off a bit cold, but a bruised heart and ego can do that.  Preston seems to have everything under control at first glance but seeing Alec again unsettles him and makes him see himself in a different light, in a way he's tried to suppress.  Together they're a couple full of conflict, but you can't help rooting for them despite Preston's missteps.  The story is almost solely focused on these two men which gives us time to get to know them and revolves around issues of "coming out" and the reactions of others, but mostly that of Preston's inner conflict.  Whereas Alec is fully out, Preston is still confused about his sexuality even as he's spending nights with Alec which left Alec feeling like a dirty secret and me frustrated.  It taints their burgeoning relationship and once again leaves Alec feeling used like all those years ago.  It's not until Preston's gets a glimpse of Alec without him that he finally puts his heart on the line and accepts what his heart has been telling him for years.  At times Preston's reactions seemed a bit over the top but the sweet and sexy connection between him and Alec kept me fully invested in them and quickly turning the pages to their endearing and heartwarming conclusion.

My rating for this is a B-

*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.

AUTHOR INFO:

Sara York's life is writing. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five books at once. She can't help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh brewed coffee in the morning. Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of lust thrown in for fun.

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Thursday, July 2, 2015

Book Cover Reveal for Coveted by Alannah Lynne

Fans of steamy reads will find quite a few decadent delights in Coveted by Alannah Lynne, the first installment in the Pandora's Playground series.  Keep reading to get a tantalizing taste of this book, then pre-order it for the special price of $0.99.  Then start counting down the days until its August 13th release date!

She’s his heaven and his hell…
Muriel Stewart has spent the past year grieving the loss of her husband. Now that time has passed, her inner submissive demands Muriel find a new relationship to fulfill her need to love and serve. But there’s only one man who makes Muriel yearn for the intimate Dom/submissive connection the way her husband did, and that’s his best friend, Mathew Galinda … a man who can barely tolerate being in her presence.Matthew Galinda buried his own heart and needs the day Muriel Stewart married his best friend and business partner. He’s spent the last eleven years keeping Muriel at a distance, tortured by his love for a woman he could never have, and filled with shame for coveting what wasn’t and would never be his. Not even his best friend’s unexpected death could change that fact. Until Muriel decides she’s ready for a new Dom and she wants Matthew to fill that role.Having Muriel in his life is all Mathew has ever wanted. She’s his heaven and his hell, and could be his salvation if he can get beyond his past, his shame, and the guilt he feels for not having saved Ian’s life.


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AUTHOR INFO:

Alannah believes there's nothing more magical than finding the other half of your soul, experiencing fiery passion, and knowing you've found happily-ever-after.
She loves going to work each day (in sweats and a T-shirt) and writing about hot heroes and feisty heroines who torment each other in the most delicious ways before finding their happy ending.
She lives in the coastal region of North Carolina with her husband, who also happens to be her best friend and biggest fan. They have two sons, a dog, and two cats.



Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Book Tour for Cockpit by Kate Deveaux (Review & GIVEAWAY)


Readers who like more seasoned couples will be drawn to the engaging duo of Bobbi and Mack in Cockpit by Kate Deveaux.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of this tale of reunited loves, along with my impressions of it, and then add it to your bookshelf.  You'll also get a decadent look at London and why it makes a great setting for romance.  In celebration of this release make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win Amazon GCs and eBooks too!

Someone recently asked me why I decided to set Cockpit in London? Good question. 
Is it because of my love for of the city, or is it because I’ve spent a great deal of time there, or perhaps because I had inkling what a fun scene I could write for the London Eye?
The answer is a little of each I think and also because it just plain ‘felt right.’ A story about a woman commercial airplane pilot on a layover, I wanted a city that offered some substance to the story of old flames reuniting. I wanted somewhere cosmopolitan, yet foreign to the main characters, and a place that offered a bevy of nuances from weather to local customs to stunning landmarks. It had to be London.
Now some may not think of London as immediately being a romantic city, but I can assure you it is.
The often drizzly and damp days of winter and even spring lend themselves for snuggling and even more adventuresome sexual pursuits. Perfect for an erotic romance don’t you think? And what about the fabulous rich history and the stunning spectacle of Big Ben as the sun sets into the grey horizon?
Evocative images and experiences are steeped into the very fiber of London like a strong brew of tea. There is the majesty of the palaces, the lush green oasis of the parks and Sunday afternoon walks along the Thames that could lead to dinner and a fireside snog. Not that Bobbi and Mack had much time to indulge in one of the world’s most exciting cities! They spent a bit more time in the confines of the hotel, but they sure did make good use of Mack’s private capsule on the Eye.
All in all London is both romantic and sexy and the perfect setting for Bobbi and Mack’s once weathered relationship to be born anew.

It seems turbulence isn’t always caused by weather.
Throttle up as past loves collide…
High school sweethearts re unite forty years later at 37,000 feet.
Fifty eight year old commercial airline pilot, Bobbi Cooper, gets a blast from the past when her high school sweetheart, Mack McConnell, appears as one her first class passengers on her 747 transatlantic flight to London.
Used to being in control at all times, Bobbi is reeling from a crummy marriage and she must learn at Mack’s capable hands that losing control can be oh so sexy.

EXCERPT:

There was silence. Then the familiar sensation of her stomach being dragged down, right down to her standard issue black shoes. G force. It was the same every time.
Flicking off the autopilot and taking control of the 747, Bobbi gripped the throttle in her right hand, fearlessly pushing it forward. Slow and even. The plane bounced and shook in the wake turbulence of a passing 767. The muffled sounds of passengers’ outbursts at the sudden drop mingled with the clatter and clang of the galley carts that Bobbi damn well hoped were secured as she’d ordered.
They had to head to higher airspace. Now.
Bobbi knew better than to heed the shrill rapid warnings echoing throughout the cockpit to urgently trim to turbulence penetration airspeed.
Scott, her first officer, nodded as they increased power and held the jet seemingly against its will. Dozens of lights flashed. Air traffic control rattled off a series of confirmations when she pressed the plane higher, the metal creaking as she forced nearly a million pounds of steel and its occupants upward.
Pushing the throttle hard, Bobbi knew smooth air was only a few moments away. Under her guidance, the plane jostled and battled its way through the rough air. A sudden bump, followed by another, then the resulting loud gasp from the passengers.
Holding firm at her command, they broke through the rough air into an eerie smoothness as they glided seemingly effortlessly into calmer airspace.
Bobbi exhaled, only now aware she’d been holding her breath. Turbulence was an everyday occurrence for a seasoned pilot like herself, but this had caught her off guard. A heady mix of bad weather and the wake turbulence of the other aircraft had left her reeling when she tried to steady the 747 inbound for Heathrow.
Scott turned away to double-check some details with the flight engineer seated behind him. Bobbi wiped a trickle of sweat from her brow when he wasn’t looking. As captain of the immense beast, Bobbi couldn’t let her fellow officers—or any crew for that matter—see her sweat under pressure. And that was becoming more of an issue, since hot flashes were now often brought on not by an adrenaline rush from flying but by Mother Nature.
Bobbi Cooper couldn’t believe she would be fifty-eight next year. Where had the time gone?
She knew damn well where it had gone. First a stepping-stone career in the Air Force and then thirty years flying commercial. Enough to establish her as one of the highest-ranking woman pilots in the country as a 747 captain for Atlantica airlines.
“Perfect,” Bobbi said, switching back to autopilot and settling the aircraft into the calmer and higher altitude.
Scott did as she ordered and tinkered with the gauges, she watched. Once she was sure all was under control, Bobbi unbuckled her shoulder harness and rose from her seat, reassured all was secure.
“Keep her on route—I’m stepping back for a moment. You two got it?” she asked, standing behind her first officer Scott and her flight engineer Neville, the new recruit fresh from a small regional airline.
“Sure, Bob, we got it,” Scott said casually, calling her by the familiar cockpit nickname. “Have them send up some coffee while you’re back there.”
Bobbi buzzed for the flight attendant to open the cockpit door. Standard procedure after 9/11. Bobbi peered out through the peephole. It was Sandy, the flight attendant with a penchant for displaying her ample cleavage by wearing her uniform extra tight, so it hugged all her curves. But it wasn’t only her inappropriate dress that annoyed Bobbi. It was the fact she’d also had fucked Bobbi’s husband.
But then again, who hasn’t?
After divorce and company paid-for counseling, Bobbi had come to the realization, and then acceptance, that Sandy was just one on a long list of Greg’s conquests. She did her best not to hold a grudge, but that was a constant challenge, as she ran into Sandy more than she would have liked. Once a century was about what Bobbi could tolerate, although it had been cleared by corporate that they were fine to work together. And they were. Bobbi was a professional. Through and through. She’d fought tooth and nail for her job, and with three and a half years until retirement, with the promise of a cushy pension waiting for her, which she’d only have to marginally share with Greg according to the settlement, there was no way she was going to let Sandy or any of the others put her off her game.
“How’d everyone do?” Bobbi asked Sandy with her cool, composed captain’s demeanor. It was the one piece of her dignity she’d salvaged among the women flight attendants, a good majority of whom had been treated to Greg’s lustful attentions.
Sandy motioned with her head back toward the passenger area. “Fine,” she reported. “Chucker in aisle sixteen and a few more farther back, but they should be fine now.”
Chuckers. That was what they called the passengers who couldn’t hang on to lunch during a bumpy flight. Today had been a doozy, and it wasn’t over yet.
Bobbi noticed with subtle irritation that Sandy’s blouse strained against her perky breasts as she efficiently flicked the switch on the coffee machine. Her bosom jiggled while she scooped ice into a plastic cup and pulled a can of tomato juice out of the galley cart. Shit. Greg really hadn’t had a chance. Big brown doe eyes and a body that wouldn’t quit. The sexy flight attendant was everything Bobbi wasn’t. Not that it mattered now. Greg was on to new, greener pastures. Her ex was consistent she scoffed —his conquests all had one, no make that two things in common— big knockers and tiny, round asses. Men were shit, really. Why she had let herself be demeaned and embarrassed by his bad behavior for as long as she had, she’d never know.
C’est le vie, Bobbi coached herself as she smiled her most innocuous smile at Sandy.
“Plan for a bumpy ride in to Heathrow—there’ll be some more weather ahead,” Bobbi warned her. “Might need more bags.”
“Sure thing, Captain,” Sandy said as she snapped open the lid on the can, poured the tomato juice over ice and handed it to Bobbi.
Bobbi nodded her appreciation and gulped down her customary in-flight refreshment. “I’m going back for a few minutes,” she said, handing the empty cup back to Sandy before pulling back the curtain to first class. “And send some coffee in for Scott and Neville before we head down, please.”
Entering the first-class cabin on her way to the pilot’s rest area located between first class and business, Bobbi scanned the spacious cabin. Most of her passengers were now contentedly dozing, oblivious to the formidable battle she’d been waging in the cockpit to keep them in precariously calm airspace. But that was her job—to deliver five hundred souls safely to London.
Sunlight illuminated the plush first-class cabin through a few half-drawn window shades, but not quite to enough to keep the blinding sun from searing into her eyes. Squinting, she walked down the aisle, passing by the first row.
A collective gasp came from the passengers when the plane hit another deep air pocket. Bobbi reached out to steady herself, placing her hand on the headrest of the second row seat for a brief second, smiling reassuringly at the surrounding passengers. She was their pilot, after all.
The passenger in the nearest seat looked up at her.
Bobbi smiled down, then did a double take.
“Bobbi?” the male passenger asked, looking up at her. “Bobbi…Bobbi Cooper?”
“Yes,” Bobbi said, instantly recognizing his features. Her mind was spinning. Those dark-blue eyes. And that unmistakable voice. Velvety and thick. The way scotch felt when it slid down her throat. She’d know that voice and that face anywhere. Even if it had been forever.
It was Mack.

BUY LINKS:  AMAZON  |  BN  |  ELLORA'S CAVE

MY IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BOOK:

With Cockpit Ms. Deveaux has once again crafted a romance that sets itself apart from the pack with a more seasoned main couple that readers will find themselves drawn to.  When former high school loves Bobbi and Mack are reunited after forty years apart, with a bit of emotional baggage weighing them down, they're determined not to waste another minute.  With a heart-pounding incident pushing them towards one another once again will they turn three days of romance into a lifetime of love or leave each other with more regrets?

From the very first page to the last you'll be caught up in this whirlwind reunion that's intensely erotic with equally intense emotions that each character's dealing with.  For the strong-willed Bobbi it's the end of her marriage to a chronic cheater that has left her full of doubts about herself and her future.  For a person who's always known their path and their talent, this blow to her self-esteem left me sad but cheering her on to go after Mack.  Mack's dealing with the death of his wife and the conflicting emotions of grief mixed with future possibilities being shown to him.  Guilt is his heavy burden and it left my heart breaking.  From the moment their eyes meet their fiery connection is reignited in fun and flirty banter.  They quickly ease back into a relationship full of sexual tension, unspoken understandings, and quiet comfort evolving into erotic interludes.  Add in a city known for its history and romance and it all makes for a steamy yet heartwarming reunion that you never want to see end as these are two very likable people dealing with realistic issues in a story over way too soon!

My rating for this is an A-

*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.

AUTHOR INFO:

Kate Deveaux is a contemporary, erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. It was after reading Jane Eyre in high school, that she became hooked on the idea of writing about romance, excitement and drama. Kate has been penning stories, from the sensual to the sinfully sexy, ever since.
A former wedding planner, Kate has always been "in love" with love!  She was inspired to transition from writing racy short stories to full length manuscripts after meeting other authors in the romance world at industry workshops, conferences and events. Originally from England, now resides in the U.S. with her husband. When she’s not writing or reading, Kate can be found on the tennis court—yes, there’s even "love" in that game too!


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Book Release Blitz for Drive Me Wild by Shari Slade (Review & GIVEAWAY)


The Devil's Host MC serial is getting wilder and steamier in this third installment releasing today.  Keep reading to get a tantalizing look at Drive Me Wild by Shari Slade, along with my impressions of it.  To celebrate this book being unleashed on the world today make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $20 Amazon GC too!

His club is demanding answers. His sister is missing. Noah needs to draw on every ounce of strength in that muscled body. It's not the time for him to let anyone see he's more than fists and ink.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the man behind the cold, hard mask. Something like caring. Something like kindness. I live for those moments.
He might die for them.
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MY IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BOOK:

Picking up right where the previous installment ended, Noah and Stone's fate is being discussed by the Club after their game changing decision saved Star but left fallout of even bigger proportions.  There's little time to fear for their lives though as Noah's sister has been taken and Star makes it her mission to help find her, which leaves her and Noah at odds as she gets an education on women's roles in their MC world.  Along with this non-stop action is even more steaminess between Star and Noah bordering on bdsm that gives greater insight into her childhood and his ability for kindness behind his tough guy facade.

This was a quick and decadent read, almost too quick with a middle section that felt like filler.  Ultimately though this story is a quick fix for romance addicts that pulls you in more fiercely with each installment.  We get introduced to more characters inhabiting this gritty world that provide a glimpse of heart and soul to this dark world and has me hoping we'll see more of them.  Star continues to show her strong will despite Noah's dismissal of her help in public.  In private though he shows his faith in her and her growing importance to him that continues to endear him to me.  Stone's quiet support and subtle snark continue to captivate me too as I eagerly scan the pages waiting for his arrival.  By story's end, loyalties are put in doubt as are the lives of Noah, Stone, and the rest of the Devil's Host MC....unless Star can get to them first.

My rating for this is a B+

*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.

HERE ARE THE PREVIOUS INSTALLMENTS IN THE DEVIL'S HOST MC SERIAL.....

RIDE ME HARD (BOOK 1)
When a big scary biker shows up at Jimmy's Diner fifteen minutes before the end of my shift, covered in tattoos and looking at me like I'm on the menu, I should flip the open sign to closed. But I don't, because I'm too used to doing what I've been told. Too used to working and struggling and surviving to do anything different. A closed sign wouldn't stop him anyway. He's here to collect a debt. And I'm the only one left to pay.
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BREAK ME IN (BOOK 2)
"Do you get what you deserve?"
Under his hands or on the back of his bike--the freedom I feel with Noah is an illusion.
"No, baby. You get what you take and you keep what you can hold."
He ties me to him with fear and obligation and lust. Binds us tighter with his twisted sense of honor. I just hope his chains are strong enough to keep me safe.
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AUTHOR INFO:
Shari Slade is a snarky optimist. A would-be academic with big dreams and very little means. When she isn’t toiling away in the non-profit sector, she’s writing gritty stories about identity and people who make terrible choices in the name of love (or lust). Somehow, it all works out in the end. If she had a patronus it would be a platypus.
Frequently found in a blanket fort, you can also find her contributing at wonkomance and on facebook, twitter (mostly SFW) or tumblr (mostly NSFW).
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