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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Lust, Lace & Lingerie by Brandi Evans ❤️ Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway ❤️ (BDSM Romance)

I love managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. I get to spend my days talking to people about bedroom wear, sex toys, and enhancement lotions for all occasions. But by far, my favorite erotic job perk is my sexy British boss, Maxwell Penn.

Max is a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and domineering pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I want to bed him” and “I want to strangle him.” But still, yum.

The paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a lingerie designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town, and I have to stand in for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say G-string, I find myself sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend.

I’d be in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s blue eyes. I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and determined to find out.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains descriptions of consensual activities, including eroticism and discipline. If you object to these elements, please do not read this book.

Max strolled in like he owned the place, which was appropriate, considering he did own the place. But did he have to do it looking sexier than any man should be allowed to be?

I clutched my hand over my heart. “Max, you scared the living shit outta me! I thought a maniac had stuck around after hours.”

“My apologies, Ms. Jennings,” he said.

Bree. Bree. Bree. I wished he’d stop with the formalities and go back to calling me Bree, the way he used to before our relationship had gone sideways.

“It’s okay,” I said, readjusting the strap of my travel bag. “My mind was…elsewhere.”

Max nodded, looking me up and down with the Texas-sky-blue eyes that fueled my fantasies, and my heart kicked up a few more beats per minute. That time, however, my reaction had nothing to do with fear.

Why’d he have to be so damned sexy?

Tanned, muscular, and topping six foot, he was a walking wet dream, and the stimulating hum between my legs, the one that had been driving me crazy all night, morphed into a high-powered tingle. I doubted even my trusty Rabbit could ease the ache.


NSFW by Piper Lawson πŸ’— Review, Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway πŸ’— (Contemporary Romance)

Being bad never felt so good...

The office is full of rules. Everything is off-limits. Making a charity calendar of the sexy guys on your floor? Not allowed. Shrinking your boss' underwear when he sends it for dry-cleaning? Can't do that either.

But those things keep the natural balance. See, Avery Banks, our resident rising star, is a shark. The tall, blond, and gorgeous kind with zero patience and even less forgiveness.

Good thing I'm the Mae West of executive assistants. I live to put grown men in their place.

He wasn't supposed to find out...

Now he's made it his personal vendetta to screw me the way I screwed him. I'm at his beck and call, 24/7, for every humiliating, meaningless request.

Until we stumble on a new game. One we both want to play. One we both need to win.

And once we start...I'm not sure Avery wants to replace me.

I'm not sure I want him to.

All I want is more of this. The fire under the ice. What happens behind closed doors.

It's twisted, and so damn hot. But he's my boss. And with the company coming off a scandal even I couldn't engineer? What we're doing is strictly NSFW.

Lucky for me, Avery and I have one thing in common...

We both suck at following the rules.

This book is HOT!!!

And I got the BIGGEST kick out of Charlie. I mean, I haven't enjoyed (or lived vicariously through) a heroine this much in a while. She sure had some cojones, and was an absolute riot to read!

But Piper did a FANTASTIC job of building up the attraction between Charlie and Avery. These enemies-to-lovers were put in some close-quarters situations, and holy moly, did the sparks fly!

The story was woven beautifully and the tit-for-tat between Charlie and Avery was peppered throughout in perfect installments. As was the heat. As was the humor. I just LOVED this story!

(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)

“That was unprofessional as hell.” His furious voice dragged down my spine.

“They loved it. No one got hurt. Those clients will be eating out of your hand by the end of the night.”

“That’s what you’re after. Men eating out of your hand.”

The yellow light cast long shadows in the small room. In the corner of my eye Avery’s reflection bounced back at me from the mirror over the sink. The tightness in his body. The arm braced over my shoulder, as if I’d slip past him otherwise.

My mouth curved, and I hoped to hell he didn't see it tremble. “Depends on the man.”

The sink dripped every few seconds, the only reminder of where we were.

Country music drifted through the door. I felt it in my back.

But most of my attention was taken up by the man looming over me. His shoulders blocked out the light, his face half cast in shadows.

“If I told you to get up in the morning and go to bed at night, I bet you’d do something else. Just to defy me.”

“It does bring me some small satisfaction,” I admitted.

“I’m not getting any satisfaction, Charlotte.”

The struggle was evident in the lines of his face. The tension in his body.

I angled my chin up, my heart racing against my ribs.

He shot me a dark look and my breath caught, fire starting in my belly. I felt the tension in his arm braced over my shoulder.

“I’m wound so fucking tight I could snap.”

Sensations shooting from my waist down had me sucking in a breath. I realized his fingers had found my waist, over my thin top. Pressing just hard enough to hold me in place.

I didn’t even know if he was aware of it but I sure as hell was.

“And under that smug smile, I think you are too. I think fighting with me turns you on.”

His thumb caught the edge of my shirt, and the next upward stroke had his skin rubbing mine. I gasped.

This was crossing a line. Each touch grazing my bare skin crossed that line.

“Tell me. Under these—" his hand spanned my hips, pressing along the top of my leggings just below my stomach “—are you soaked?”

It took a minute for me to get past his hypnotic voice, the sight of his lips inches from mine.


I was afraid, but not of him. Of the scorching chemistry that’d risen up from nowhere.

I knew we’d not only crossed a line, but obliterated it.

I knew it before his hand found mine. The intimacy of it stole my breath.

Until he lifted two of my fingers to his mouth. Wrapped his tongue around them.

Fire streaked down my spine.

Holy hell. The pull of his mouth drew a cord that tugged on my whole spine, ending in the pulsing heat between my legs.

What are you—?

I realized I didn’t say the words out loud because I couldn’t find my voice.

He moved my hand to my waist, dragged both our fingers along the waistband of my pants in a way that had me biting my lip. “Let’s find out.”

Her Duke at Daybreak by Wendy LaCapra πŸ’— Book Tour & Prize Pack Giveaway πŸ’— (Historical Romance

Infamous for his pedigree of madness and murder, the reclusive Duke of Ashbey believes he cannot feel until a mysterious woman unlocks a world of sensation in a single, shattering moment of connection. He casts a desperate bid for more.

Recent widow Alicia Stone has long been reviled as the chief impediment to a love affair that captured the nation’s imagination. Publicly, she settled for respectability’s cold comfort, but, secretly, she longs to experience what she never found with her famous husband—uninhibited passion.

When a devilish duke proposes a discreet three-night assignation, Alicia shocks herself by accepting. But will their explosive union cost them both far more than they bargained?

Either they were swaying, or the room had started to rock. Alicia wasn’t sure which sensation she should heed. Her weight rested on her right foot, now, her left…but neither foot was keeping her aloft. She remained upright only because Ashbey held her against his chest as if she were his cherished bride.
She was not his cherished bride.
Nor would this be a marital coupling done with hasty discretion beneath the proper shielding of sheets—thank heavens.
The duke restrained his masculine force, but it hung in the air like a scent, taunting. Tempting. She’d glimpsed his manhood—he was already cocked and fully primed.
He’d said something before taking her into his arms. Something that had roused her anger. Only she couldn’t remember his words. She could not remember any words, for that matter. Words were stupid and useless, a mere nothing next to the wanton anticipation thrilling her blood.
Tonight, she’d finally understand the sounds that had filled those long-ago Caribbean evenings. She’d make sense of the shadows she’d seen dancing on the walls. She’d learn passion, unrestrained.
She wanted it all—all the sighs and the groans all the pleasure—and she wanted it now.
Her hands crept up his hard forearms and into the unbelievable softness of his hair. Tentatively, she stroked his neck.
He ceased swaying, and a low groan tore from his core. The desperate sound unleashed a sense of power, as if he had been formed for her and her alone.
“Kiss me.” She lifted her face.
He guided her mouth to his. The slide of his lips and the touch of his tongue combined. This was more than a kiss. The heat of his mouth promised all she needed. Greedily, she demanded more.
“Slow,” he said through a ragged breath.
She shook her head no. Desire’s waves were rollicking and fast. Why wade tentatively into the ocean when she longed to dive and submerge?
She hadn’t felt him loosen the laces of her dressing gown, but the silk slipped from her shoulders down into the crooks of her arms.


Monday, October 16, 2017

Twin Savage by Sunniva Dee πŸ’— Review, Release Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway πŸ’— (Erotic Romance)

Grief comes in many forms.
There is no right or wrong way to grieve... Right?
Except, what if you douse that grief with sex
in ways so culturally unacceptable
you leave it to a veritable male harem
led by the porn-star brother of your fiancΓ©
to decide if you’ll emerge
from the jungle intact?

Twin Savage is standalone book #2 in the Porn Star Boyfriend series.


It wasn't a problem to be the only girl in a house full of guys.
Until my fiancΓ© died and his identical twin took over the roost.

Sweet, easygoing Julian passed, while loathsome, bossy Luka, who pays his way through med school by getting his dick wet on film, is still alive.

What kind of twisted reality is this?

Now, Luka’s on a mission to fix both of our grief.
Like I’d ever accept anything from him.
He doesn’t understand that gorgeous and sexy mean nothing if you’re a promiscuous jerk.

If only the nights didn’t destroy me.
They’re painful and long and empty,
until, on a Monday night, my insomnia attracts Diego.
That Tuesday, it attracts Lenny.
Next, it’s Marlon, James, Nathaniel,
and on Saturday, it’s Connor.

By Sunday night, I get the picture.
This is Luka doing what Luka does: solve problems with sex.
His remote-controlled comfort leaves me in our roommates’ arms six of seven nights.
On Sunday, there’s only one man left in the house.

There’s no way in hell I’m opening my door—or my heart—to a porn star.

This ain't your typical romance.

That's what I love about Sunniva's books. She always inserts an unusual, unconventional element into the heart of the story, and its "wait, whaaaaat?"-ness just sucks you in and won't let go until "the end."

Yes, several aspects of this book could be off-putting to some people, but this is a fantastic example of wonderful creativity and masterful storytelling that reminds me how incredibly talented Sunniva is.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if I would like the book in the beginning, given how it began, but it all works out in the end and holy moly, Luka is hot. Lol!

I loved the almost mystical feel a segment of the book had when Geneva and Luka went on their "field trip." Again, it's a scenario I never would have expected, and I thought the whole thing was beautifully done. The whole book was beautifully done, and I can't wait for more in this series!!!


“I wish he didn’t do that,” I tell Lenny as I relax, cheek on his chest, drawing small circles around his nipple. “Luka thinks he’s the king of this place, in charge of everything that goes on here.”

“He kind of is.” Lenny’s voice is lazy. By now, I know he slides into a euphoric coma after he ejaculates. It’s adorable and a tad hot.

“No, he isn’t. Only about the rent and the utilities.”

“And about you.”

I lift my head and squint at him. “Luka is not in charge of me.”

Lenny narrows his eyes too, an easy feat. I ignore how beautiful he is beneath me. “No, but he’s who came up with our solution.”

“What are you talking about?”

He studies me, eyes widening more than usual after against-the-wall sex. “Hmm, you look like you’re working yourself up.”

“What does it matter? Just give me the lowdown.”

“Well, if you’re gonna go witch-nutty on me, I don’t know if I should.”

I lower my voice. “Witch-nutty? What does that even mean?”

“You know. All...” He lifts his hands in the air and waves them lazily while half-rolling his eyes. Not impressive.

“What solution, Lenny, or your sex life has to fend for itself from now on.”

“As if it doesn’t six days out of the week.”

“What did Luka come up with?”

“We had a house meeting.”

“Without me?”

“It was about you, so yeah. We saw how you were struggling to keep it together after Julian passed away, and Luka came up with what we’re doing now.”

“As in invading my bedroom every night? Taking turns with me?”

“I guess?” He looks at me as if he just realizes how bad it sounds.

“That’s some crazy shit. Only a pervert like Luka could’ve come up with it.”

Lenny’s brows tick in a furrow. “Well, I figured it was too obvious to work on you, but Luka insisted, we gave it a try, and hey, you went along with it. You seem better too.”

My stomach churns. “Who does he think he is? He has no right to set up some get-’er-done plan for me. I’m in charge of my own life, my own future, and…” I sigh. “Luka’s a pig.”

I mean it. Even though I’m disgruntled, I twist my arms around Lenny’s middle needing his nearness. I’m not exactly backing myself up, here, but Lenny doesn’t hold it against me. Instead he wraps me closer and nuzzles against my hair. Murmurs, “Shh, you’re okay, babe.”

“What about the days? Did he assign them too?”

Lenny nods, rocking us with his chin. “Yeah, which made sense.”

“Why, because you didn’t want to deal with me more than once a week?”

He chuckles. “It was more so that we’d all have our turns consoling you.”

“Sleeping with me, you mean,” I say, feeling slutty and berating myself for it in the same thought.

“I’m not gonna lie and say it’s not a pleasure to comfort you.”

I arch an eyebrow. “So I shouldn’t feel bad for you guys?”

“You should.”

I let out a huh?

“Did you see Marlon earlier?”

I bite my lip. “Yes?”

“That’s how most of us feel the rest of the week. Tuesdays are the shit.”

“Even when I go all witch-nutty on you?”

His grin gleams white. “Have you heard me complain? Sparks are the shit too.”