Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Nailed by Opal Carew ~ Review

by Opal Carew

He’s about to take control of her body…and her dream. 

When River set up a fundraiser to kick start her nail polish business, she never expected someone to pay five thousand dollars just to have dinner with her. But when she meets her mysterious benefactor, he turns out to be billionaire Kane Winters—the one man from her past who she never wanted to see again.

Kane is determined to right the wrong that happened to River in college—because of him. She’s been an obsession he can’t escape…and Kane wants River more than he’s ever wanted anything. So he offers her a deal she can’t refuse: marry him and her business will be success. But River’s knight in shining armor isn’t looking for a platonic business deal. He wants their marriage to be real…in every way

Second chances, enticingly erotic, & quite a curve-ball thrown in at the end! That is Nailed in a nutshell.

Kane & River had a brief affair back in college that ended very badly.  Kane has never forgotten River or the hell he put her through in college and when he discovered her Kickstarter campaign, what better way to make his apologies, than by funding it. Kane eventually gets kinda devious with his manipulation of River and their relationship, and this put me off just a bit. 

I get that this book is an erotic story, and believe me when I say that the sex throughout was incredibly HOT, I just think that from where the story started and where it ended there could have been so much more in between. I didn't hate it, I actually thought it was all right, I just wished the story was a bit more developed ~ and that the curve ball in the end was more of the story line itself.

Opal Carew is the author of over a dozen romance stories in which she makes offerings of hope, success, and love to her readers. Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passions as a writer. Opal lives with her husband and two teen-aged sons in Ontario, Canada

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Going Hard: Divemasters #3 by Jayne Rylon ~ Review

Going Hard
Divemasters #3
by Jayne Rylon

Three SCUBA instructors, who happen to be sexual dominants, are about to take the ultimate plunge. If you’re extraordinarily lucky, you’ll be invited to join them on The Divemaster, where work and pleasure go hand in hand. Welcome aboard! 

As the last lone wolf of The Divemaster, Tosin Ellis doesn’t plan on partnering up anytime soon. Then his friend Archer commissions an engagement ring for his fiancée… 

Jeweler Kahori Akama is sensual, intriguing, and happy to accept Tosin’s help sourcing the black pearls she uses in her popular pieces. As their relationship goes from professional to personal, Tosin also learns Kahori’s family is threatened by someone intent on ruining her business to lay claim to its valuable property. 

Tosin never expected to find a single woman that could slake his sexual appetites, but Kahori surrenders to her raw and primal urges with the natural power of a typhoon strong enough to blow even a veteran sailor far off course. Once he’s experienced loving in the eye of the storm, he can’t imagine being satisfied by less. 

Once more, the crew of The Divemaster will do what it takes to protect their own. Especially Tosin, who realizes Kahori’s heart just may be his home. 

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The third book in the Divemasters series is Tosin & Kahori's story, and boy does Tosin fall hard & fast! Tosin's best friend, Archer is looking for an engagement ring and he brings his best friends with him to check out the jeweler and her wares. All it takes is one look and Tosin knows Kahori is the woman for him.

The Divemasters have been invited to a dinner celebration on the island where Kahori lives. This is the perfect opportunity for Tosin to get to know her a little better. As they sneak away for some alone time, Kahori is attacked, her father disappears, and her shop is broken into. Tosin and the rest of the crew, immediately go into protective mode and whisk Kahori back to the ship.Sparks fly between these two even in the midst of danger.  Who is behind the attack? and what could they possibly want?

This entire series is a perfect beach read. Going Hard is a sizzlingly hot story and the perfect end to a fabulous series. 

Jayne Rylon is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She received the 2011 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Indie Erotic Romance. Her stories used to begin as daydreams in seemingly endless business meetings, but now she is a full time author, who employs the skills she learned from her straight-laced corporate existence in the business of writing. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband, the infamous Mr. Rylon. When she can escape her purple office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky, and–of course–read.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Hit Me by PJ Adams

Hit Me by PJ Adams

“I think I love you. Now kill me.”

What do you do when the woman you've fallen in love with makes the most impossible demand? Comply and you've lost her forever. Refuse and you've lost her all the same...
I don't do relationships. I don't fall.
I've never needed to.
I'm the bad guy, the one with the reputation. A London gangster, now living it up on Spain's Costa del Crime. Bad men like me have always attracted good women - and bad ones, too. Sometimes it's hard to tell, and I've yet to make my mind up about her.
She had Trouble written all over her from the start. That, and one of the Costa's most feared crimelords watching her every move.
The sensible thing would have been to turn away, leave them to it. Do anything but allow myself to fall for her.
But who am I trying to kid? From that very first encounter we'd gone way beyond sensible.

Hit Me: A steamy, edge-of-the-seat romantic suspense thriller from the author of Trust and Black Widow.

This is a standalone steamy romantic suspense novel with no cliffhanger and an HEA.

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Another whiskey, another Negroni.
For a time she allowed herself to forget how dangerous this was. They talked about everything and nothing. About London and the Costa; about Tenerife, which she had never discussed with anyone since she had left at nineteen; about Lee's brothers, and his father in jail, and about Imelda's street family in the Playa de las Américas, for that ragged assortment of hucksters and thieves had been more family to her than anyone else had been.
"It's late," he said, and they both laughed. It had been late even before they had come through here to the bar's back room.
Just two words, but loaded with far more meaning. It's late, so what now? More drinks, or head out into the night? To my apartment, or do you have somewhere we can go?
For that they would go somewhere was inevitable now, an undeniable rule of nature.
They would go and even before they got there they would kiss again, because it was all she could do not to lean across that small table and kiss him right now.
She wanted the hardness of his lips, the pressing of his tongue. She wanted to taste that whiskey in his mouth. Wanted to give herself up to that strength.
She wanted to explore that ripped physique. The way the muscles moved against each other. The way he would respond to her touch.
She wanted to undo the buttons of those gray pants one by one, her eyes fixed on his. She understood the power of locked gazes, of eye contact. That look was one of the most powerful things.
She wanted to pull those pants open, find the waistband of whatever he wore underneath and ease it down.
There would be a tight fuzz of hair, the broad base of his shaft, his manhood straining to be free.
She wanted to see those eyes widen as she took him in her hand.
Wanted to see him gasp at the first gentle contact of her tongue, at the way her lips would press against the wet glande and then yield, taking him in.
It's late. Two simple words, waiting for a response.
"It is," she said, in reply. Again, two words, loaded with so much more meaning. If his It's late had been a question, her It is was the emphatic answer.
They were going to do this. It was undeniable.

Goodreads and Amazon reader reviews:

“Talk about action packed seduction that slows down enough for you to let your guard down and then WHAM! I couldn't put this book down for anything.”

“Awesomely written!! I really enjoyed this book. The characters are charismatic and the plot is deliciously hot!! I really recommend this book as an awesome read if you like crime romance!!”

“Wow...just Wow!!! Lee, man, that guy drew me in like a moth to a flame. I wanted him to be happy and when his heart broke my heart broke with him.”

“I must say, PJ Adams does it like no other!! Take a Russkie here, a Englishman there, a coked up God knows who thrown into the mix and bedlam occurs. I just kick back and know that Ms Adams has a perfect plan. And she did it again--with this gem!! Fabulous job, PJ!!”

PJ Adams is a bestselling writer of erotic romance and suspense - love stories with that added heat and adventure. Her most popular titles include Damage and Trust. Writing under other names, PJ is a successful novelist, with several books published by major publishing houses and optioned for movies.

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Monday, August 15, 2016

Inarticulate by Eden Summers ~ Excerpt Reveal

Excerpt Reveal

Title: Inarticulate
Author: Eden Summers
Release Date: September 12, 2016

Could you handle his silence?

The next novel from bestselling author, Eden Summers, is set to catch your breath. Inarticulate is a contemporary, standalone romance novel and a read you won’t want to miss.

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He’s silent––but his touch speaks louder than words.

At first sight, Savannah is drawn to the harsh appeal of a man who refuses to talk to her. Keenan’s hard stare is arrogant and unapologetic. The quirk of his sensuous lips is cocky and in control.

But there’s more. There’s something deeper he’s trying to hide behind those steely grey eyes––a slight hint of vulnerability which captures her intrigue.

She’d been warned, told that his silence hides a myriad of lies capable of affecting her career and relationships with loved ones. Only she can't help herself. Testing Keenan's defenses is an addiction she can't deny.

Falling in lust is easy. Learning his secrets comes with a price. The cost? Her broken heart.


This is an excerpt from Inarticulate (a standalone contemporary romance) when the two protagonists first meet.

She swung around to the house to hide her smile and bounced up the three stairs toward the front door. Movement nudged her periphery and she slowed, taking in the sight of a man standing in the shadows at the far end of the porch. His hip was cocked against the bannister, his eyes hooded.
Her concentration latched on to him, unmoving as the world around her dulled to a faint hum in her mind. She wasn’t sure what intrigued her. It could be his narrowed stare, the way he didn’t greet her with warmth or kindness. Only sterile appraisal. Or maybe it was the package his arrogance came in—the tense expression, stubbled jaw, and lush lips pressed in a tight line.
Her tongue tingled. Mouth salivated. She would’ve liked to think it was due to the heavenly aroma of her aunt’s cooking drifting in the air. Would’ve liked to…but that was a load of bull.
“Hi.” She gave him a friendly finger wave as Dominic came up behind her.
The man continued to stare, his face still unwelcoming in the shadows.
“Keenan, don’t be a prick.” Dominic tugged on her arm, stealing her attention. “Come on. I’ll introduce you later.”
She kept her focus on the stranger, their gazes entwined, hers soft and inquisitive, his harsh and fierce, as her cousin dragged her inside, the door slamming shut behind them. “Who was—”
“Oh, my sweet Savannah!” Aunt Michelle hustled up the hall, wiping her hands on an old apron tied around her waist. “It’s so good to see you.”
The familiar face held more wrinkles than Savannah remembered, her aunt’s long blonde hair now gray and thinning. But the beautiful blue eyes were still the same—loving and gentle.
“It’s good to see you, too.” She ignored the strangers poking their heads into the hall from different doorways and fell into a comforting embrace. “Thank you for the dinner invitation.”
“Oh, please,” her aunt chastised. “You don’t need an invitation. Come around any time.”
There was a whirlwind of introductions. Her aunt took position on her right, gushing with affection and compliments, while Dominic remained on her left, muttering snide comments that threatened to make her laugh.
A timer dinged from the kitchen, a welcome reprieve as her aunt excused herself and left Savannah to take a breath. There had to be twenty people crammed into the small house. All of them smiling and friendly, unlike the man outside who still lingered in her thoughts.
“You want a drink?” Dominic nudged her elbow.
Hell yes. “Please.” She followed him to the back of the house, into the laundry, and toward a fridge stocked full of beer, wine, and pre-mixed drinks.
“Help yourself.”
He held the door open while she grabbed a small bottle of something red and no doubt comatosingly sweet. “Thanks.”
“I’m gonna hit the bathroom.” He closed the fridge door and looked at her in concern. “Can you survive for a few minutes without me?”
“I guess I’ll have to. I’m not going to follow you to the toilet.”
Obviously,” he drawled. “You gave up that opportunity when we were eight.”
“Ten.” He chuckled and walked from the room, leaving her alone with the hovering threat of chatter from the other end of the house.
It was time to go incognito. She didn’t have the energy to smile at strangers. Alcohol would help, but for now, she needed cool fresh air…and maybe another glimpse at the menacing eyes of the man she’d met on the porch.
She shoved the bottle into her coat pocket and sauntered down the hall, measuring her steps to lessen the clap of her heels. She reached the front door without notice and pulled it open, slipping into the darkness of twilight without a word.
The man was still at the end of the porch, a beer bottle now visible in his hand as he leaned over, resting his elbows on the bannister. He didn’t acknowledge her presence. She supposed a man with arrogance ebbing off him in waves didn’t have to. His dismissal gave her the opportunity to appreciate his ass stretched in well-worn jeans and the perfection of how his black jacket rested at his hips to give her an unhindered view.
“Hi,” she offered for a second time.
He didn’t move, didn’t even spare her a glance as she approached the bannister. He continued staring straight ahead as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips and took a long pull.
“It’s a lovely night for a family dinner.” Was he a distant relative? God, she hoped not, otherwise Dominic’s inbred tendencies were rubbing off on her.
He replied with a jut of his chin. A jut of his God. Damn. Chin.
What an asshole. And wasn’t she just the stupidest set of ovaries to walk the earth, because it only made her itch to push his blatant need for solitude, to poke at him with questions until he acknowledged her with the respect she deserved. The respect any human deserved.
“So… you like beer…” she drawled, glib as hell.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he continued to focus on the street. But still, no answer.
She could smell him, could practically taste his delicious aftershave on her tongue with each inhalation. He was a taunt to all her senses…well, except her ears because the pretentious ass wouldn’t say a word.
He took another swig from his bottle and straightened to face her. She could see his eyes now, the steely silver, almost blue, that made her shiver with their ferocity. He was tall, too. At least an inch above her even with her heels.
She pulled the pre-mix bottle from her jacket pocket and twisted the lid to keep her hands busy. She could see two outcomes eventuating. Either he would smile, knocking her off her feet with the brilliance of his appeal. Or he was going to pull a gun from the inside of his jacket and blow her brains out.
Player or gangster. He could totally pull off both.
“I’m usually a wine drinker myself.” She raised the bottle of bubbly red liquid in her hand, slowly tilting it to her mouth. She took a sip, licked the alcohol from her lips in a deliberately seductive provocation, then lowered the bottle again.
Still, he gave her nothing. Noth-ing. He was the most accomplished jerk she’d ever come across, and yet she still couldn’t ditch the intrigue and walk away. Without a word, he had her tied around his little finger, begging for attention.
“I like your jeans.” She ogled his crotch, wanting to return the discomfort of how humiliating this one-sided conversation was becoming. “They’re snug.”
His lips quirked, giving her a glimpse of straight white teeth. Asshole. Asshole. Ass-hole! He was gorgeous, the faintest hint of humor turning his dangerous eyes playful. She lifted the bottle to her mouth again, this time ignoring any pretense of seduction as she gulped at the liquid.
“Are you always this charm—”
The front door creaked open and she turned to find Dominic eying them both skeptically. “What’s going on?”
She smiled, the biggest, fakest smile she had in her arsenal. “I’m having an in-depth conversation with this lovely gentleman.”
“Really?” Dominic frowned, his brows pulling deeper with every passing second.
“Yep.” There was gushing amounts of sarcasm in her tone. “First we conversed about our drinking habits, then fashion. I was about to bring up the topic of politics and world peace when you rudely interrupted.”
She glanced at the man in the corner, an arrogant smirk now curving those sensuous lips. He wasn’t the only one capable of being a jerk.
“Well, that’s strange…” Dominic came closer. “Because Keenan doesn’t talk.”

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 Eden Summers is a true blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic young boys and a quick witted husband.

In late 2010, Eden’s romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her mind. 

Eden can’t resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face. 

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