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Sunday, March 18, 2018

Chance by Pearl Foxx πŸ’• Review, New Release Spotlight, FREE eBook & Prize Pack Giveaway πŸ’•(Sci-Fi Romance)

“I promise. Not all of me’s made of metal.”

A cyborg with a mysterious and dangerous past.
A naive girl fleeing the dying farmlands to forge her own future.

Chance has fought his entire life, first for survival in the streets of Cyn City and later for money and prestige in the underground Cyborg Fight League. His fists and cybernetic arm have solved almost every problem he’s ever faced, except for love. After losing the love of his life, he never thought he’d find someone again.

Verity left behind everything she knows to start a new future in Cyn City. But her Ecovangalit upbringing left her unprepared for the hard realities of life amongst the criminals and cyborgs. When a dangerous cyborg with a bad reputation proves to be the only person she can trust, can she lower her walls enough to let him in?

As Verity finds herself in debt to the wrong kind of man who will sell her body as fast as he will sell her soul, Chance is the only one who can clear her ledger, but only if he'll fight in the Cyborg Underground Circuit again.

Is Chance strong enough to win the only fight that ever mattered?

Each book in the series is fully stand alone and can be read in any order.

Book One: Chance
Book Two: Enver
More To Be Announced!

Note to Readers: This science fiction cyborg dystopian romance series contains lots of action, alpha males, fierce women, and steamy romance. If you love bad boys who love as hard as they fight, then this series is for you! Guaranteed happily-ever-afters with no cliffhangers.

Give me a Chance!!!

WOW!!! Once again, I am blown away by Pearl's writing. Not only did the incredible imagery put me IN the story, but the soulmate-level love felt between Verity and Chance truly touched my heart.

I was also treated to a unique spin on the cyborg that I had never read before, and I absolutely loved that. I also met a cast of characters that I can't wait to read more about!

Verity really impressed me. She came from a very sheltered life and threw herself into Cyn City to escape. She could definitely take care of herself, but I like that she didn't always push Chance away, either. Because, let's be real, everyone needs a little help sometimes.

Chance was HOT. He suffered a huge betrayal by his ex-girlfriend which changed him forever. Dangerous, secretive, and yet chivalrous, protective, not afraid to share his feelings, he's like the perfect guy! And no, as the book teaser indicates, not all of him is made of metal.

These love scenes were SMOKIN'. But they were the type that weren't just physically hot; they deepened the connection between Verity and Chance, which made the scenes that much better.

I was so excited reading this book one. It was like being strapped in to a roller coaster. I know the ride is just getting started, and I can't wait to experience the thrill of the series!!!

Read how Verity and Chance met!
(This teaser was included in the end of Pearl's most recent book, The Draqon's Hero)


Verity unbuttoned the top clasp of her high-collared lace shirt and adjusted the shawl on her shoulders. She should have worn something else, something more like the other women walking around Cyn City’s streets, but she didn’t have anything like that, and she needed a job to buy new clothes.

She pushed open the heavy wooden door of the Ball & Joint, a bar her new landlord had told her was always looking for help. Apparently, it was the kind of place people fled as soon as they found something better. But her options weren’t just limited, they were nonexistent.

It was still early in the afternoon, and other than a few men sitting at the bar, the place was deserted. It smelled like vomit and mold, and Verity shook her head, her light brown hair dancing around her shoulders as she tried to dispel the scent. She’d have to find some essential oils to wear if she was going to work here.

Her lace-up heeled boots thumped on the concrete bar floor beneath her ankle-length dress, drawing the attention of the bartender. His gaze seared her skin such that she was incapable of not looking up to meet his eyes.

She stumbled and stopped breathing for a moment. He was gorgeous.

A mop of dirty blond hair sat on top of what had to be the most chiseled face she’d ever seen. It was right out of a history tablet video that the teachers had used in the compound. David or Michael, or one of the angels. His deep brown eyes sparkled with a golden light that deepened his beauty.

“You in the right place?” His baritone voice rang out, reminding her not to stare.

“Oh, yes, I’m … I’m here about interviewing for a job?”

“You’re here for a job, are you?” he mocked, wiping his hands on a towel. His hand. It was made of metal and shimmered in the dim light. The metal ran up his arm to gears and pistons, which controlled his movements, and disappeared under the sleeve of his t-shirt. This unbelievable man was a cyborg.

Verity gulped.

She’d never seen a cyborg before.

Were they really all sex-starved criminals who sold off their organs for whatever credits they could fetch? That was what the compound elders had told her and the other girls, but they’d lied about many things, much more important things than the intentions of cyborgs. Verity knew better than anyone that the elders weren’t to be trusted.

She stood straighter and forced herself to look him in the eyes. “Yes. About a job. Do you have one?”

He leaned against the bar and beckoned her closer with his silver fingers. “You don’t want a job here, sugar. This isn’t the place for a girl like you.”

“And what kind of girl is that, exactly?” Verity bristled. She was done being told what she could and couldn’t do. She was done being under anyone’s control. This stranger didn’t know her, and she certainly didn’t see why he should know what was best for her.

“A nice girl.” He raked his eyes over her clothes. “Look at you, all covered up. Hey, Jenkins,” he called to a man sitting at the bar. He looked over. His face was deeply scarred and his metal arm had rusted to a greenish color. “This the kind of girl you want working here?”

“Fuck no, not unless you show me them titties!” Jenkins laughed, showing off his missing front teeth. He looked like someone who’d had too much of Levi’s moonshine.

“I was told there was … other work here than that.” She lowered her voice. “Than … than stripping.”

The bartender nodded, and Jenkins returned to making love to his beer. “Waitresses keep their clothes on unless they have enough of a reason not to.” He chuckled at a joke Verity didn’t understand.

She kept her back straight as she tried to focus on his words and not on her nerves or the way his full lips moved as he spoke.

“That’s the job I want. A waitress. Thank you.”

“Ain’t up to me, sugar. You’re gonna have to talk to Garvan, but I’m telling you, this isn’t the place for you.”

“I’ll thank you not to assume you know me, Mr. …”

“Chance. Just Chance. Most folks only go by the name they answer to in the slums. Nothing formal about life down here in the lower city.” He leaned forward, the tight constraints of his fitted shirt stretching over broad chest. “And what’s your name?”


Chance snorted. “Verity? Like truth? What kind of fucking name is that?”

“The kind I was born with.” She scowled at him but couldn’t help but be impressed that he knew what her name meant. Maybe everyone here wasn’t as uneducated and simple as she’d been told. She mentally chided herself for relying on what she’d been taught about Cyn City again. She was no better than anyone else here. They all had stories and secrets.

“Garvan’s downstairs. I’ll go grab him if you’re sure. But I’d hate to see a place like this change you. You’re positive you don’t want to go back to whichever place had you dressing like a homesteader?”

Verity approached the bar and pulled herself onto a stool. From here, she could see Chance clearly. His dark eyes had worry lines at the corners that made him look older. His smooth skin called out for her to touch him, but he exuded an energy that told her to keep her distance.

“Yes, I’m sure. Thank you for your concern.”

Chance nodded and knocked his metal knuckles on the bar twice before disappearing down at the end of the bar.

As she sat and waited, playing with the strap of her bag in her lap, she noticed Jenkins watching her.

“Can I help you?” She raised an eyebrow and stared right at him. A bold move that would have horrified the women from home, but everything she did was an affront to them, so why not be bold?

“Just curious ’bout cha’s all. You don’t know much of nothin’ ’bout how things are round here, does ya?”

“I’m afraid I’m just learning.”

“Well, learn this.” His eyes cleared as he met her gaze and said with as much clarity as she imagined he could muster, “Watch yourself around that one. He’s not someone you want to be messing with, you hear me? You watch yourself around Chance.”

A door swung open in the distance, and Jenkins sank back into his seat, looking into his beer as if he’d never said anything at all.

His words unnerved her. What could be so bad about a cyborg that some drunk felt the need to warn her? She pushed the thoughts from her mind as Chance walked over with an older, trim man with a coiffed mop of black hair. He smiled widely at her, revealing a few titanium-encrusted teeth.

She took a deep breath.


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Saturday, March 17, 2018

Vegas Gambler by Adriana Kraft πŸ’• Book Tour & eBook Giveaway πŸ’•(Erotic Romance)

He’s fifty-one, they’re in their twenties. Can Jack Hawthorne keep up with two women? How will he protect his heart?

Fresh with success from a recent stint in a musical on the Las Vegas Strip, Meghan Keenan takes some time off to play with her current flame, Jack Hawthorne, professional poker player. She’s delighted to add her petite masseuse Tia Minh to the mix and even more thrilled when she learns Tia’s relationship with her boyfriend Tony Sanders is on the skids. It’s the perfect challenge!

Tia has different ideas – she thinks Tony would be perfect for Meg, and she conspires to throw them together any way she can.

Ever the gambler, Jack catches on to her game quickly and keeps the ruse going behind Meg’s back. Who knew his heart was up for grabs?

This is a Contemporary Erotic Romance.

Jack cocked his head to the side. “You sure you won’t stay beyond the summer?”
Meg shook her head. They’d been over this ground before. “You know I need to get back to New York. I need to get on with my life.”
“Sorry I’m such a drag on you.” He gave her a wicked smile. “And you always say my age doesn’t matter.”
“Fifty-one doesn’t make you ancient.”
“I have my days,” Jack said, flipping over a card. “But I know what we have is transitory. Don’t worry about me getting carried away.” He smirked. “But you have been a breath of fresh air for me.”
“Cripes, the way you hang out around poker tables, anyone would provide a breath of fresh air.” Meg smiled and purposely softened her tone. “And you’ve been very good for me, too. I don’t know how I would’ve made it through the hectic pace of the last six months without your steady influence. You’ve always been there, and with few demands.”
“Perhaps,” Jack began wistfully, “I should’ve been more demanding.” He must’ve seen her nostrils flare, because he lifted a hand, forestalling her response. “You’ve renewed my faith in life.” He grinned devilishly. “Even in love.”


Friday, March 16, 2018

Rockstar Secrets by Ja’Nese Dixon πŸ’• Book Tour &Two Gift Card Giveaways πŸ’• (Rock Star Romance)

Millions of adoring fans dream of having one night with him, but only she has access to his heart.
Born with three commas in his bank account and melodies in his veins, Marques Carter is the rising prince of R&B. But not even his family name can guarantees success.
Brione Allen is a smart woman that made a dumb decision: trusting the wrong man. He blackmailed her family and now she’s bound by a debt they knew she couldn’t pay.
A chance meeting at his concert leads to an encrypted proposal: One week, one hundred thousand dollars, one incriminating secret. But when extortion and family ties expose them to the worst of the limelight, which secrets will they keep…and which will threaten their small light of hope?

If you like stories by Bella Andre and Layla Hagen, then this series is for you!

Brione couldn’t take her eyes off the stage. He shifted from left to right until he settled in a shoulder-width stance with one hand behind his back. Her eyes raked over his body from his black shoes to the loose black pants with a sequin detail up the sides of his legs. His muscles rippled under his snow-white shirt and Brione slowly gazed up to find Marques’ eyes and he winked.
Hidden in the haze of the dark room, she decided to give herself this moment. Tonight she wanted to be the version of herself that desired Marques. No one had to know.
Her heart beat louder than the drummer in her ears. Oh to have the skill to magically clear the room and have him all to herself.
Marques stepped to the microphone, “Tonight is a very special night and I plan to make it one you’ll never…ever…forget,” he said to the room but his eyes remained locked on hers.


Tokyo Heat by A.M. Salinger πŸ’• Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway πŸ’•(M/M Contemporary Romance)

I want him. I love him. But I don’t know if he feels the same way about me — Gabe
I cherish him. I need him. But I don’t think I have any love left to give him — Cam

A year has passed since Cam Sorvino challenged Gabe Anderson to grant him one night of torrid sex. Now living together and settled in a scorching hot relationship, Cam is happy with things as they are. Until the day Gabe says the three little words Cam is most afraid to hear.

Having overcome the terrible scars of his own past, Gabe knows Cam still has his own demons to fight. But when Gabe inadvertently confesses his love, he can only watch helplessly as Cam distances himself from their relationship.

Will Cam’s fear of having his heart ripped apart drive away the only man he’s ever truly cared for? Or will Gabe finally convince Cam to dare embrace a future with him?

Find out if Gabe and Cam find their happy ever after in this third novella in the hot, contemporary romance series Nights by A.M. Salinger. Note from the author: although each book in Nights can be read as a standalone, you will enjoy this series better if you read the books in order!

This is a novella length MM Romance with a HEA.

Gabe gave his inbox a final glance, logged off, and rose from his desk. He glanced out of the panoramic windows to his left as he shrugged into his suit jacket.
Dusk cast red and orange streaks across the sky above Tokyo, the light washing through the glass and painting amber shadows on the crisp white walls of his office. He looked at his watch, cursed under his breath, and grabbed his bag.
He was five minutes late.
Gabe’s gaze collided with a curious stare as he turned toward the door. A man with dark blond hair and blue eyes stood watching him, one shoulder propped against the frame.
“Got plans for the weekend?” he drawled, cocking an elegant eyebrow.
Gabe smiled, hoping his restlessness didn’t show.
“Yes, I do.”
Rhys Damon studied him for a moment longer before letting out a sigh.
“Ah, to be in love and shacked up.”
Gabe felt his ears grow warm at his boss’s teasing expression.
“I wouldn’t go as far as that,” he mumbled.
“I thought you’d moved in with him,” Rhys said, surprise flashing in his blue gaze. “What’s it been? Six months?”
“I did, and it’s been six and a half,” Gabe muttered.
Not that I’m counting.
He swallowed a groan at Rhys’s sudden sly grin.
“I just sent you the final plans for the Hudson resort,” Gabe said. “Let me know—”
“Rhys!” someone suddenly barked from across the expanse of the open-plan office space outside.
They turned and stared at the hulking, dark-haired man standing in the doorway of a glass room on the opposite side of the floor. Wade Tucker—the other brain behind the incredibly successful, multi-award-winning Chicago-based design firm currently taking Tokyo by storm—scowled at Rhys.
Rhys grimaced.
“It seems the big bad wolf has awakened.” He glanced at Gabe. “Quick, run before he sinks his teeth into you too.”
Gabe hurried toward the elevator and glanced over his shoulder at the two men facing each other stiffly across the empty office. He doubted he was the only one who had noticed the increasing tension between the firm’s partners over the last year.
Best friends since their college days, Rhys Damon and Wade Tucker had followed in each other’s footsteps throughout their early careers, often as rivals bidding for the same contracts. They’d finally set up shop as Damon & Tucker. Twelve years on and their company was now among the top twenty in the business for luxury interior design, consulting, and branding, catering to some of the most exclusive resorts and hotel chains around the world, as well as affluent private clients.
All thoughts of his bosses’ woes fled Gabe’s mind when he exited the lift and entered the lobby of the glass-and-steel edifice that housed the Tokyo branch of the firm.
A man stood leaning against a navy-blue Jaguar saloon parked at the curb outside, hands tucked in the pockets of his tailored suit and powerful legs crossed at the ankles. He seemed oblivious to the stares he was drawing from the passersby and office workers leaving the building, his eyes focused on the foyer.
Although the car was a stunning piece of art and engineering, Gabe knew it was its dark-haired owner who had captured the avid interest of the men and women openly ogling him.
Gabe’s pulse jumped when he met the man’s gunmetal stare through the glass wall. He still couldn’t quite believe that he was going out with Cam Sorvino, the king of one-night stands. His gaze dropped from Cam’s stunning face and full lips, to his stubbled jaw and hard physique.
Nor can I believe I’ve had sex with that gorgeous body.
Heat warmed Gabe’s cheeks when he recalled the last time they’d shared a bed.
It had been over a week ago, a fact that had obviously frustrated Cam as he barely let Gabe sleep that night. His job as an asset manager for one of the biggest investment firms in Asia had taken him to Singapore for most of the last month and he only returned to Tokyo on the weekends, often late on Saturday afternoons.
Though Gabe loved nothing more than being in Cam’s arms, he knew the commute was taking its toll on his lover, which was why he’d asked Cam to fly back early this week.
Cam’s gaze grew heavy-lidded as Gabe crossed the sidewalk and approached the car. Gabe knew that if it wasn’t for the people around them, Cam would have pulled him into his embrace and kissed him senseless. Gabe stifled a sigh, somewhat grateful for their audience.
Once they started touching each other, there would be no stopping them. And Cam’s libido had turned voracious as of late, his appetite not even remotely quenched until they’d had at least four rounds of toe-curling sex and Gabe’s voice was hoarse from crying and moaning in pleasure.
“I’ve packed us a couple of overnight bags, like you instructed,” Cam said in a smoky voice that sent tingles down Gabe’s spine as he opened the passenger door of the Jag. “So, where are we headed, Mr. Anderson?”
Gabe slipped onto the cream leather seat and waited until Cam climbed in beside him before giving him the address of the place he’d booked them in for the weekend.
Cam raised an eyebrow.
“The beach?” His lips curved. “Does this mean I get to see you in swim trunks?”
Gabe’s pulse skittered at the passionate gleam in the gray eyes watching him.
“It’s a hot springs, so, no.”
Cam grinned.
“Even better. You’ll be naked.”
Gabe rolled his eyes as Cam started the engine and steered the Jag around.
Although the drive to the Izu Peninsula took over two hours, the time flew by while they chatted about their week, soft jazz music playing from the speakers as the vehicle ate away the miles.
Cam’s eyes widened when he drove into the paved courtyard of the traditional Japanese inn sitting on the small spur of land jutting out from the coastline, the headlights briefly illuminating the golden stretch of sand leading to the Pacific Ocean. He parked the car, his gaze lingering on the open vista before switching to Gabe.
Gabe smiled, a flutter of excitement sending his pulse racing at the night he’d planned for them.
“I’m glad you like it.”
They collected their bags from the trunk and headed for the entrance.
Cam hesitated when they reached the porch, his hand on the handle of the front door.
“You didn’t design this one too, did you?”
Gabe blinked. His ears grew hot as he suddenly recollected the exclusive Tokyo hotel where they’d first made love a year ago. It was where he’d also rather splendidly lost his cherry to the magnificent man beside him. Gabe’s cock twitched as he thought of that night. Though sex with Cam always blew his mind, their first time together was incredibly precious to Gabe.
It was Cam who had finally helped him overcome the trauma of his past, when he’d nearly been raped by five men who’d paid his then boyfriend to tape their vile acts on camera, leaving him unable to sleep with anyone for over eight years despite regularly seeing a therapist. The gentle yet passionate way Cam had made love to him that time, how Cam had engraved his touch and scent on Gabe’s body until he utterly and completely lost himself in the act, how he’d brought Gabe to one earth-shattering climax after another—all of it were priceless memories Gabe would take to his grave. Not that he would ever admit this to Cam.
Gabe chuckled at his lover’s guarded expression.
“No, I didn’t design this place.”
Relief flashed across Cam’s face.
“Good. I’d seriously feel as if I were committing blasphemy otherwise.” Cam sniffed. “Not that sex with you isn’t the most unholy, wicked thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I mean, there’s some stuff we’ve done that I—”
“Shut up, Cam!” Gabe hissed, clamping a hand over Cam’s mouth as a hostess headed across the foyer toward them.
Cam grinned and licked Gabe’s palm. Gabe swallowed a groan at the tingle that shot through him.
This erotic asshole.