Black Lies by Alessandra Torre – Review!


Became a tech billionaire by his twentieth birthday. Has been in a relationship with me for 3 years.
Has proposed 4 times. Been rejected 4 times.

Cuts grass when he’s not banging housewives. Good with his hands, his mouth, and his cock. Has been pursued relentlessly by me for almost 2 years, whether he knows it or not.

Go ahead. Judge me. You have no idea what my love entails.

If you think you’ve heard this story before, trust me – you haven’t.

V’s $0.02:

Holy crap, Black Lies is an amazing book! Wow. It’s easily one of the best I’ve read in a while. Black Lies is a standalone book and a MUST read.

What would you do if the one you loved had a secret? And what would you do once you found out what that secret is? Would you lie, cheat and steal to protect the person but to also get what you want? Layana does. I will not give anything away but I will say you must read this to see what she does and why. I can’t say if I would have done the same thing because I don’t know. But reading Black Lies makes you think. Hard.

Big props to Alessandra on the plot of this book. It is creative, well thought out, intense, amazing, complicated and unlike any others out there. Black Lies has so many twists and turns, secrets and lies, and drama and angst but that’s all mixed in with tender love moments and good times for Layana and Brant and Layana and Lee. (Don’t ask. Just read.) And don’t worry, the HOT, steamy sex scenes we have come to know and love from Alessandra are here too.

You will be on the edge of your seat- wanting to know the secret and wanting to know what happens. You may be tempted to look ahead. But don’t. Trust me on this. Take your time and appreciate all that this book is.

The ending of the book is just as perfect as the rest. It’s a great way to tie it all up and leave the reader satisfied.

Very well done Alessandra!!


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Locke by Harper Sloan – Review!



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A Portion of Locke’s Sales will be donated to the Semper Fi Fund

Darkness is the only thing I see. Ever since the day my life changed. The day that everything and everyone I held close to me ceased to exist. The day I lost it all and the demons of my past consumed my every waking moment.

I tried to keep others at arm’s length. Tried not to let my darkness taint them. Ruin them. Harm them. And whether I want to admit it or not, as much as I wish I could keep them locked out, they refuse to leave. Refuse to let me suffer alone.

If I hadn’t been so focused on keeping those demons from flying free, I wouldn’t have missed how one perfect angel was able to sneak her way under my skin—refusing to let go. Making me want things I don’t deserve.

She consumes me. Her beauty knows no end. The love she promises tempts me every time she’s near. But that pure heart that makes her MY Emmy is the one thing I’m convinced I’ll destroy if I ever let her close.

I’m a broken man. A broken man with too much darkness in his soul to ever let her light shine upon me. But even that doesn’t stop me from craving her with every single breath in my body.

**This is the final book in the Corps Security series. This book is not suitable for younger readers. There is strong language, adult situations, and some violence.*

ellie’s $0.02:

Okay…. did you read that above statement?  If you’re offended by clamping pussy walls or the c u next tuesday word…. this isn’t for you.  I’m talking serious pound town.  There is a lot of come in this.  And you know the come I’m talking about.  Me?  I fucking loved the book.

I’m going to assume this isn’t your first Harper Sloan book since this is Book 5, so you probably know what you’re getting into.  If this is your first Harper review… ummmm… go back and read Book 1 and get caught up.

Sex or no sex… the painful story of Maddox Locke’s background is unreal.

Finally we get the story of Maddox Locke.  And holy fuck, what a story it is.  My heart literally ached reading his background and what made him this big gigantic ball of hot pain.  And Emmy.  Damn what a trooper.   I would have kicked his alpha ass a long time before she did.  Her past is just as jacked up and painful too… bringing these two together to heal and learn to love.  Wait… did I just give it all away?

Harper has the amazing ability to write books that are real, that are gritty (I mean, hello, this wasn’t all rainbows and glitter – except for Sway), that are raw and sexual, that are full of love and romance, and full of pain… all at the same time.  I think most of my pain stemmed from this being the last book in the Corps Security Series though.

I ended the book and the series with a huge shit-eating-grin.  You will too.


Six weeks. It’s been over a goddamn month since Emmy ran from me.

Just gone.

It took me three days to find her—thanks to the tracking device I had placed on her car—down in some small Podunk town in south Florida. Even if she had been trying to hide, she’d done a shit job of it. One search for her parents would have brought me right to her.

It took me longer to actually get eyes on her than it had to find her. She was holed up in some cheap-ass hotel for three weeks. She called in her meals and never left the room. And unfortunately, I had to leave and rush home when things out of my control needed attention and I again had to pull Asher’s head out of his ass. Now I’m back and I’m not leaving until I get my hands on her.

She doesn’t want to be found. I know that, but damn if I’m going to let her run off and get away for good. I’ve pushed and pushed her away. Every bone in my body has screamed at me to take what she’s been offering for years. I’ve seen her, I know what she wants, but I won’t let my demons hurt her. Not my Emmy.

Since day one, she’s been the greatest temptation, but I refused to take everything innocent that is Emmy and let my blackness take her. Because that’s what will happen. It will wrap around her soul and slowly choke the life out of her. Just like every other person I’ve allowed in.

I’ll taint her. I’ll ruin her. And in the end, it will destroy her.

One smile from her made me fall. So I pushed her away. I told her that she would never be what I need—that I would never want her. God, if she only knew. I crave her and everything she keeps trying to hand me. I crave her and everything she could give me. My very being calls out to her, and I work daily to refuse it.

So I pushed.

Until she ran.

But that ends right now.

Looking up at the gaudy neon lights thrown on the top of this hellhole, I know that was my first mistake.


A motherfucking strip club.

This is not a place where my angel belongs. Just the thought of her inside this club makes my skin crawl. I can feel my anger becoming a force of its own as the blackness in my soul threatens to burst through. It’s burning inside my veins and demanding blood. My nostrils flare, making my breaths come in loud pants. My fist clenches—demanding something to pound into, something to destroy. My skin feels tight. Every vein in my body is pulsing with each wild beat of my heart.

I’m going to explode.

The bouncer doesn’t even give me a second thought. He gives me a brief glance as I pay the twenty bucks to gain my access into the hellish place.   I immediately rip my sunglasses off, taking in every inch of the room. Black walls with dim lighting, stereotypical red carpeting and leather booths lining the room.   They have the name right with the smell of this place—sex and sin with a mixture of smoke and sweat. There are three stages set up around the room, the center one being the largest and two smaller ones to the left and right, with a bar against the back wall and one on the top floor.

The whole top-floor bar area is set up on a glass floor, giving these douchebags around the room the perfect view between the barely dressed servers’ legs. Taking my eyes off the top floor, where the bartenders are clearly working the glass floor to their advantage, I scan the room again, squinting my eyes to see through the dim lighting and heavy smoke.

That’s when I spot her.

“What. The. Fuck,” I snarl under my breath.

The anger I felt earlier burning through my body starts to boil. It’s almost as if my body becomes a force of its own. The monsters inside me wanting free.

There she stands, not even five feet away, looking exhausted, wearing next to nothing. Her skirt—if that’s what you want to call it—is more like a napkin someone cut in half. From the way she stands—slightly to the side—I can just make out the perfect roundness of her ass peeking out the bottom of the hem. Her pert tits are pushed together and held in a tight bikini top, the fabric so thin that I can see the outline of her nipples clear as day.

My eyes take in every inch of her exposed skin and I want to roar with rage.

No one should see her like this. No one but me. And even though I don’t have the right to feel this way about her, there isn’t a damn thing that can stop me now.

She hasn’t seen me yet, so I stalk over to where she’s standing. She turns right when I’m about to reach out for her and her eyes go wide, shock and alarm clear in her beautiful, honey-brown eyes.


“What the fuck are you doing, Em?” I bite out.

She shrinks back at my tone before she catches herself and goes stiff. I can tell instantly that I’m not going to like anything she has to say.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Emmy. What in the hell are you doing in this place?”

She tilts her head slightly, taking me in. Her eyes leave mine and roam the room before she gives a stiff nod. When she turns her focus back to me, I go stock-still at her words.

“I’m exactly where I should be, Maddox. I’m home.” Her tone is submissive, and that fury inside me goes from a boiling fire to ice cold.

With that, she turns and stalks off towards the bar. And I see that not only is her ass hanging out, but so are her hot-pink boy shorts.

“Dude. She’s a fine piece of ass, right?” The man she was just talking to speaks in awe.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” I growl, feeling that rage return like a switch has been flipped.

“Ah, you’re new here. Just sit back, my friend, and get ready for the show.” He laughs, takes a deep pull from his beer, and turns his attention back to the main stage, where the current entertainment is doing her best to swallow the fucking pole with her pussy. She’s working so hard for it that she might as well be fucking the damn thing.

I’m no stranger to strip clubs. Back when the guys were all single, we would hit some local ones around California. No better way to let off some steam from the shit that is constantly swirling around in my head than to sit in a room full of naked woman. Where the music pounds into your body, the drinks are always flowing, and the pussy is in abundance.

One thing’s for sure: This isn’t a place for Emmy. Hell no.

Without taking my eyes from Emmy, I drop my body into the nearest booth. She’s in a heated argument with the bartender and an older man who looks about as run-down as this fucking town. She throws her hands in the air, her head moving wildly, and if I had to guess, her stunning eyes are burning bright. She points over to me a few times, and all the older man does is shake his head, obviously not giving her what she wants. I just scowl at them from the booth, waiting for her to walk her ass back over here so I can explain to her that it’s time to go.

“Hey there, handsome,” a raspy voice says to my right. “Looking for some fun tonight? I bet a big man like you would be up for something wild.”

“No.” I don’t even look at her. My eyes never leave Emmy—who is now looking at me. A mix of ire and hurt is written all over her face. Even with the shit lighting in this place, I can see it…and I hate it.

Fucking hurt? Is she serious right now? Pissed I can understand. She didn’t want to be found and I found her.

“I won’t bite, baby. That is unless you want me to.” Her hands snake around my neck and down my chest.

Turning my attention away from Emmy, I look at the bleach-blonde hair, weathered skin, and fake tan of this bitch in front of me. I’ll give her credit—she tries to hide it with more than enough makeup for about ten women, but this piece of work in front of me has to be pushing fifty.

“I said no, woman. What part of that didn’t you understand? And for the last time, do not touch me.” I reach up and pull her hand off my stomach before she can go any further.

Moving my eyes back to where I last saw Emmy has me coming up empty. What the hell? I scan the room but she is still nowhere to be found.

“Ah, sweet cheeks. I know what you want. Good luck with that one. Rose doesn’t play around, and honey, why would you want her when you can have me? After all, I taught her everything she knows.” She leans down and, before I can guess her intent, licks my neck, clearly taking my distraction at her words to her advantage.

I turn swiftly and move into her space, making sure she doesn’t mix this shit up in her head to think that I would somehow ever want her ass.

“Do. Not. Touch. Me. You got that, sweet cheeks?”

She looks me in the eyes for a few beats before throwing her head back and laughing. The sound of it hits my ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Your loss.”

When she walks off, I start my scan of the room again. No Emmy in sight. I run my hand over my buzzed scalp before settling in for the wait.

Thirty minutes later and I still haven’t found her. The crowd is getting restless. The chicks taking turns on the stage now haven’t been impressive and they undoubtedly want more. The pole humper has moved on to one of the smaller stages. The last act on the main stage was slightly better, but all she did was basically finger-fuck herself on the stage before fumbling to get to her feet on her ridiculous heels.

Jesus Christ.

I wait, determined not to leave until I have her with me. Another thirty minutes and two more rotations on the stages have my frustration levels going up even higher. How the hell did she just disappear? I know she didn’t leave. The tracking device on her car, which is sitting right next to my truck in the parking lot, hasn’t alerted me of any movement. I’ll be damned if she takes off on me again.

After signaling over another server, I order a beer and check my phone again to make sure the tracker isn’t malfunctioning. I’m just putting my phone in my pocket when a deep voice cuts over the music.

“Gentleman of Syn. It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for. The one your dicks have been begging for all fucking night. The Princess of Syn herself. The one and only, Rose!”

The Princess of Syn? What an idiot. I laugh to myself, placing my beer to my lips for a long pull. The music starts and the first few notes of Lollipop by Framing Hanley fill the air. Got to give this chick props—at least she picked a good song.

The house lights go down, plunging the room into darkness, before a spotlight hits the main stage. The smoke clinging to the air gives the stage an eerie glow. I take my eyes off the action and attempt scan the darkness of the room again for Emmy. Movement by the back corner catches my attention at the same time that the crowd goes electric. Idiots start throwing their money left and right, calling to this Princess of Syn to take them.

What morons.

I focus on the corner again and see the blonde from earlier smiling her wicked smile at me before pointing to the stage. Turning back to the stage, I watch as a woman, who I assume is this so-called princess, spins effortlessly on the pole, her movements all but blurring her body from the men wishing she were spinning on their dicks. It doesn’t take me long to see why the bitch from earlier is telling me to look.

With one quick spin, her hands are placed at the center and her legs are spread wide and parallel to the pole, showing off her barely there G-sting, I see my Emmy. It takes a second for the shock to wear off, and in that second, she gracefully drops from her spin with a guarded smile to the men crowding the stage. Lifting her small hands from her side, she drags them up her flat stomach to take her tits in hand and jiggles them.

Fucking jiggles them.

I can’t control my body at this point. I’m focused on one thing—the best way to get her off that stage and out of this place.

She reaches up and, in a move that is obviously practiced, removes her top, throwing it in to the crowd. There she dances with her body on display, caressing her naked tits until her nipples pebble. Turning her back to the room, she bends at the waist and starts to slowly pull her G-sting down her long, toned legs.

This is when the reality of this situation hits me. I’ll fucking kill all of these motherfuckers in the room.

Then she drops to her knees before getting on all fours and crawling towards the end of the stage.

Hell. No.

I’m on my feet in seconds, stalking through the crowd, pushing any man who stands in the way of my woman and me. I don’t even lift my arms from my side. I just barrel through the bodies with one goal in mind.

She doesn’t see me coming since she’s back on her feet and walking to the pole again. With a leap that would make my high school track coach proud, I’m on the stage, and a second later, I have a naked Emmy thrown over my shoulders before I jump off the stage. The sharp pain up my leg does nothing to extinguish my determination.

I can see the bouncers coming, and with one hand on her slick ass, I reach out and punch the first one in the face, taking great pleasure watching him instantly buckle to the floor. The other one comes at me from the side, but he doesn’t get far before I pick up the chair to my left one-handed and crack it against his fucking head.

Emmy is struggling with such vigor that I’m forced to put her down. She looks up, ready to spit fire at me, before snapping her mouth shut when she sees the expression on my face. I have no doubt that I look just as feral as I feel.

“Don’t you open that sweet fucking mouth, Emersyn. I swear to Christ, now is not the time to fucking piss me off any further.”

I rip my shirt off and roughly pull it over her head. She struggles and puts up a fight, momentarily distracting me from the third bouncer coming at full throttle. His fist takes me by surprise, but not for long. Grabbing her wrist so she doesn’t get away, I turn to the motherfucker stupid enough to get in my way.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I seethe.

He goes to punch me again, but I duck and pop up before he realizes he failed. Bringing my head forward, I head-butt him right between the eyes and almost smile when he falls instantly.

I’m stopped at the door by the last bartender she was speaking with earlier. He goes to make a move but pulls up when he sees the look in my eyes. I’ll fucking kill and I’m sure it’s written clear as day on my face.

“Do it. I dare you.” My tone leaves no room for argument. I’m leaving with her and there isn’t a person on this Earth who can stop me.

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Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed ‘Estrogen Ocean’, much to her husbands chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero–the super alpha kind!

Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn’t take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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Filthy Beautiful Lust by Kendall Ryan – Cover Reveal!


Release Date : NOVEMBER 10, 2014
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Kendall Ryan, comes the third
book in the Filthy Beautiful Lies series.
Pace Drake loves sex. He knows where get it, what to say, what to do, and he makes
no apologies for satisfying his needs. But when he meets single mom, Kylie
Sloan, he’s enthralled by her, and begins to question his standard operating
procedure. After all, there’s no chase, no mystery when banging a woman in a
nightclub bathroom. Kylie’s depth and determination make the sloppy, drunken
hookups that fill his weekends seem empty and shallow. She’s the opposite of the
desperate, clingy women he’s used to. She doesn’t want or need anyone to take
care of her and that only makes him want to care for her more.
Kylie’s trust in men has vanished. The last guy she was with played ding-dong-ditch-it
with her uterus and left her with a baby to raise. Now her infant son is the
only man she has time for, even if she misses sex and intimacy more than she’d
ever admit. Opening her heart up to a younger man who’s best known for
no-strings-attached sex and his casual lifestyle is probably the worst idea
she’s ever had. But Pace wants to prove to her there are still a few good guys
left, and watching the sweet way he interacts with her baby makes her want to
try…but she can really trust that his days of hitting it and quitting it are in
his past?



Filthy Beautiful Lust is the third book in the Filthy Beautiful Lies series, however it can be read as a standalone novel (no cliffhanger). To understand the full growth and development of the characters, it is recommended that you begin with book 1, Filthy Beautiful Lies.



I take a sip of the liquor
and immediately decide drinking is a bad idea. I’m already on edge and
frustrated. The alcohol will only make me obsess more. Abandoning the glass, I
sit down in a leather chair across from Colton and let out a heavy sigh.
“Tell me about Kylie.”
His gaze narrows. “Fuck
no. You and Kylie?” He shakes his head, rising to his feet. “No.
Abso-fucking-lutely not. If this is what you came here to talk about, you can
leave now.” He points to the door, his expression unwavering.
Goddamn. “You’re no
fun.” Changing my mind, I stride over to the cabinet, pluck up the glass
and down the rest of the drink. It burns like a mother fucker on the way down,
but it’ll do the trick, numbing whatever this weird sensation is inside my
“I’m serious, Pace.
She’s a good girl. She doesn’t need to get tangled up in your…ways…”
“My ways?” Now I’m
getting pissed. He’s saying I’m not good enough for her.
“Hit it and quit it.
Pump and dump. Whatever you want to call it, it’s not happening. Not with
“I know that, asshole.
I wanted to take her out – like legitimately take her out to dinner. Enjoy her
He frowns at me again, that
crease in his forehead deepening. “You’re telling me you don’t want to fuck
“Don’t be a dumbfuck.
Of course I want to. But I’m just saying that I wouldn’t hit it once and never
call her again.”
“What would you do,
then? Move in? Marry her? Raise her son?” he challenges.
“I haven’t thought that
fucking far ahead. Christ.” Now I’m suddenly pacing the floor of his
office and I have no idea why. This entire exchange is stressing me out. I came
here hoping to get her number, and instead I’m getting grilled like a steak.
He’s pulling the older brother card on me like he does so often. The dick.
“And that’s exactly why
I don’t want you messing around with her. You don’t have a plan. Kylie needs a
man with a plan. Not one with an agenda that only includes getting his crank
I sink down into the chair,
hating this concerned older brother act.

Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance novels, including Hard to Love, Unravel Me, Resisting Her and When I Break.
She’s a sassy, yet polite Midwestern girl with a deep love of books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. She lives in Minneapolis with her adorable husband and two baby sons, and enjoys hiking, being active, and reading.
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Darkly Dreaming Anthology


In their newest anthology, Darkly Dreaming, authors Kristen Painter, Elizabeth Hunter, Danielle Monsch, Cate Rowan, and Grace Draven each feature a different type of supernatural hero. From elf to gargoyle and beyond, these characters are mad, bad, and really good to know. But which fantastical hero is the best of the best? Below each author makes the case why they have the hottest hero around. Take it away, ladies!

Kristen Painter, Heart of Fire

Ertemis is a dark elf. His black skin is tattooed with silver runes and he’s got a price on his head. There’s nothing about him that says “safe” unless you’re his heroine. For her, he’d do anything. He’s the kind of hero that’s rough and a little scary until you get to know him, then you realize he’s fiercely loyal and willing to sacrifice whatever necessary to save the woman he loves. He’s the kind of hero I always wanted to read about…so I wrote him!

Elizabeth Hunter, The Scribe

Potent. Magical. Dangerous. The Scribes in the Irin Chronicles exist in a hidden world where even a single brush of skin can drain a human’s life. And while their power is written in intricately tattooed spells that protect them and increase their magic, their bodies hunger for touch. With most Irina women in hiding, Malachi from The Scribe has craved contact for centuries. When he meets Ava and discovers her secret, their shared passion might be as dangerous as the enemies who surround them.

Danielle Monsch, Stone Guardian

Pshaw! No offense to the other awesome paranormal heroes that exist in this set, but come on, GARGOYLES, BA-BIES! Gargoyles! How can you argue against them? Rock hard – literally! And those wings, which they can use to fly you through the sky or wrap you in them to give you comfort. But let’s say you are immune to the miles of muscles and other physical attributes, there are two other important things to remember about gargoyles – they are so fearsome that other beings shiver in dread whenever they are mentioned, and if they have chosen you, then they will protect you from all harm, down to their last breath. Now tell me, can anyone argue that? Certainly not my heroine Larissa from Stone Guardian.

Cate Rowan, Kismet’s Kiss

I’m all for a sexy fantasy sultan in the wild, like Kuramos in Kismet’s Kiss. Tall, dark and sensual? Check. Ruler of all he surveys? Check. Deliciously tanned and often bare-chested (because after all, it’s hot in the desert!)? Mmm hmm. *fans self* Knows his way around a woman? Ohhhh yessss. After all, he’s master of the scimitar. ;-)

Grace Draven, Master of Crows

Antiheroes are my long drinks of water. Love them. They’re mercurial and mysterious, even when they’re blunt. I also like them snarky. My hero Silhara is an anti-hero. Ruthless to the bone but also straight-up honest with everyone, including himself. If he says it, he means it, and he has the bad-assery to back it up. This isn’t someone whose bluff you call, because he never bluffs. He also has a very wry sense of humor.



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Feared by a priesthood. Coveted by a god. Tempted by a slave. In Grace Draven’s MASTER OF CROWS, a renegade mage must battle a god for his soul and decide if his fate—and the fate of nations—is worth the life of the spy he has come to love.

Experience sword, sorcery, and mythical beings as never before in STONE GUARDIAN, the first book of the Entwined Realms by Danielle Monsch. Larissa’s sheltered world is destroyed when she is targeted by Necromancers. With nowhere else to turn, Larissa forms an uneasy alliance with Terak, leader of the Gargoyles. Will Terak be Larissa’s salvation, or her downfall?

Sometimes love is the most dangerous magic of all. In HEART OF FIRE by Kristen Painter, Jessalyne leaves a sheltered life to tame her dangerous magic by becoming apprentice to a powerful sorceress, but she’ll need the deadliest man in the realm to get her there safely. If they don’t kill each other first.

Be swept away in KISMET’S KISS by Cate Rowan. In the desert realm of Kad, a deadly epidemic strikes the palace of Sultan Kuramos. Only a mystical healer from an enemy land may have the skill to save his household. But he never imagined that healer would be a woman.

Hidden at the crossroads of the world, an ancient race battles to protect humanity, even as it dies from within. Ava comes to modern day Istanbul in THE SCRIBE, the first book in the Irin Chronicles by Elizabeth Hunter. One woman searching for answers finds a reluctant guardian in a warrior whose magic is written on his skin. But does Ava have magic of her own?

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The Redemption by S.L. Scott – Cover Reveal!


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Release Date: Nov 3
He was everything she never wanted. Yet, she
couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Soulful, amber eyes
A sex, drugs, and rock n’roll reputation
A body that beckoned for sin
Three years ago Rochelle Floros was living her dream come true… then
lost it all.
On the worst day of her life, the last person she
expected to be there for her was a rock star and tabloid favorite. Now, she’s
trying to rebuild her life after the tragedy that destroyed her fairytale.
Slowly, she found herself captivated by a sexy, bad boy drummer she had known
for years.
Rochelle was caught between the grief that shrouded her heart and
the charismatic man that made it race. What she didn’t know is if he was being
sincere or toying with her heart. The Redemption is about finding the pulse of
your soul in the most unlikely places and giving love a chance to grow.
Can what she wants really be what she needs? With
his rhythm and her passion, can they make music together? Or will their harmony
be lost forever?



S.L. Scott is a former high-tech account manager with a journalism degree pursuing her passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her characters and letting them lead her on their adventures.

Live music shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions

she calls hobbies. Scott lives in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons,

two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys. Her novels

include Naturally, Charlie, Good Vibrations, and A Prior Engagement.

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Love, In Spanish by Karina Halle – Cover Reveal!



“She sat beside me on
the bus – and she changed my whole life.”

Successful, wealthy
and absurdly handsome –
Spanish ex-football
player Mateo Casalles seemed like he had it all. A high-society wife, an
adorable little girl, and flashy apartments in Madrid and Barcelona only
sweetened the deal. But there was more to Mateo than met the eye – a life of
uncertainty and regret that colored his black and white world.
That was until Vera
Miles came into his life like a shooting star. Tattooed, wild and young, Vera
seemed like Mateo’s polar opposite at first. But you can’t choose who you fall
in love with and the two lost
souls did everything they could to be together, all while suffering the grave
Now with Mateo
divorced and living in Madrid with Ver
a, there is a whole new set of challenges
and setbacks facing the couple and rocking the foundation of their star-crossed
Unfortunately for
them, the brighter the star, the faster they burn.




“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”


I turn in my chair and give Vera a curious look. Yet another English saying that I don’t know. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”


She gives me a soft but tired smile and sits down on the arm rest. I immediately wrap my arm around her waist and pull her down into my lap, where she comes to a rest with a giggle, her hair obscuring the impish smile on her face. No matter where she is, I can never stop touching her and now more than ever I need her to relax, to feel safe, to know I’m going to get us out of this.


“Explain,” I demand. “Or I will punish you with kisses.”


She raises her brow. “Followed by punishment by penis?”


I shrug. “That can be arranged. Now, tell me my Estrella.”


She sighs and buries her lips into my neck. I can’t help the small moan that escapes from me, nor my hardness building beneath her plump, round ass. I close my eyes and fight the urge to pick her up and take her to the bedroom, the only other way I know how to make her feel safe and sated, the only way I know how to escape.


“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” she says against my throat, “is a saying. I don’t know where it’s from but it means, well, nothing is scarier than a pissed off bitch.” She pauses, sucking in her breath and I know she fears she’s said the wrong thing. “Sorry,” she quickly adds and I feel her body tense up beneath my fingers. “I didn’t mean that Isabel is a bitch.”


She is still so skittish over her words, the way she blurts things out, but it’s one of the reasons why I love her. I cup the back of her head with my hand and let the softness of her hair sink over me. “I know you didn’t,” I assure her. “And, well, she is being a bitch.”


“Can you blame her though?” she asks, her voice rising a pitch and when she pulls away from me, her eyes are wet. It breaks my heart. I’m getting tired of my heart breaking and I know that this isn’t going to change anytime soon. Every day there is another weight on us, another crack appears.


“No,” I tell her honestly. “I cannot blame her.”


A silence lapses over us, heavy like a wool cloak. It does this sometimes. What we’ve done, it coats us.


Finally she clears her throat. “She’s going to hurt for a long time,” she says. “She’s going to be angry. This isn’t going away. I thought everything was behind us now, that she’d move on. You’ve been divorced for a year, if she’s still this mad a year out…”


“She is mad because I am going back to Atletico,” I tell her. “She is mad because of the paparazzi, the way they are hounding us again. She is mad because she feels she is being made to look like a fool. If I had just stayed with my head down, she wouldn’t be doing this.”


“But you can’t live your life in fear, Mateo,” she tells me.


I smile at her and brush her sunset hair from her face. “And neither can you.”


She settles back against my body, sinks, conforms, melds. She is second skin. She is a part of myself I can’t bear to separate from. I pray I never have to. I pray we can survive whatever is coming our way.


And I can feel it coming, that tension, that storm rolling in the weeks and days.


I pick her up in my arms and for all her pillowy curves, she weighs nothing more than a feather. I take her down the hall to the bedroom, throw her on the bed. She glows in the afternoon sun that streams in through our window and it isn’t long before we are both naked and I am climbing over her, pinning her arms above her head and drinking in her body like the most beautiful, decadent wine.


I will devour her until all of this is gone.


I will consume her until we are all that’s left.


I push inside her and let my hunger take over.


LIS full cover

He’s thirty-eight. I’m
He speaks Spanish.
I speak English.
He lives in Spain.
I live in Canada.
He dresses in
thousand-dollar suits. I’m covered in tattoos.

He’s married and
has a five-year old daughter.

I’m single and
can’t commit to anyone or anything.

Until now. Because
when they say you can’t choose who you fall in love with, boy ain’t that the
f*#king truth.


To a restless
dreamer like Vera Miles, it sounded like the experience of a lifetime. Instead
of spending her summer interning for her astronomy major, she would fly to
Spain where she’d spend a few weeks teaching conversational English to
businessmen and women, all while enjoying free room and board at an isolated
resort. But while Vera expected to get a tan, meet new people and stuff herself
with wine and paella, she never expected to fall in love.

Mateo Casalles is
unlike anyone Vera has ever known, let alone anyone she’s usually attracted to.
While Vera is a pierced and tatted free spirit with a love for music and
freedom, Mateo is a successful businessman from Madrid, all sharp suits and
cocky Latino charm. Yet, as the weeks go on, the two grow increasingly close
and their relationship changes from purely platonic to something…more.

Something that
makes Vera feel alive for the first time.

Something that can
never, ever be.

Or so she thinks





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With her USA Today Bestselling The Artists Trilogy published by Grand Central Publishing, numerous foreign publication deals, and self-publishing success with her Experiment in Terror series, Vancouver-born Karina Halle is a true example of the term “Hybrid Author.” Though her books showcase her love of all things dark, sexy and edgy, she’s a closet romantic at heart and strives to give her characters a HEA…whenever possible.Karina holds a screenwriting degree from Vancouver Film School and a Bachelor of Journalism from TRU. Her travel writing, music reviews/interviews and photography have appeared in publications such as Consequence of Sound, Mxdwn and GoNomad Travel Guides. She currently lives on an island on the coast of British Columbia where she’s preparing for the zombie apocalypse with her fiancé and rescue pup.






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Unexpected Fate by Harper Sloan – Cover Reveal!



I’ve been asked ‘What comes next?’ And it’s time to make it official. Now that the Corps Security Series is over *SOB* it’s time for Cohen to shine. He’s all grown up (and I mean all.grown.up) and it’s time for him to find his love. In the most Unexpected places…

Photographer – Scott Hoover Photography
Cover Designer – Perfect Pear Creative Covers / Sommer Stein
Release Date- TBA

A huge special thank you to Ellie McLove [yeah, that's me people] for knowing exactly which images I needed – and making it happen! Two covers down with some of your models and I can’t wait for more.

Sommer, I kinda feel like you had a party in my brain. LOL. All I said to you was soft and dreamy and girlfriend, you nailed it and then drove it home. I love it. I love you!


Have you ever felt like you were living your life for a future that was predetermined? Like there was some bigger picture you just prayed you would someday see clearly? That picture has been crystal clear to me since I was old enough to recognize it for just what it was.

Or I should say recognize him for who he was.

I’ve loved Cohen Cage since I was a small child. He’s been my everything for the last twenty-two years. I’ve loved him through every girlfriend he’s ever brought home. Through his college years and then mine. I’ve loved him through two deployments. And ever since the day I told him how I felt, he’s acted like I’m a stranger.

My name is Danielle Reid, and it’s time for me to get my man.

Our future is an unexpected fate, and no matter what our parents, siblings, and friends say…it’s going to be worth every second of the fight to make it happen.


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