Tuesday, September 30

***Review*** Flawed and Damaged By Emily Krat

Book Title: Flawed and Damaged
Author: Emily Krat
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 22 July, 2014
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Two people haunted by their past…
The collision of two damaged hearts…
Meet Elizabeth Williams. She is at the airport on an important work assignment. If everything goes smoothly, after three years of hard work, she’ll get a promotion and a much-needed raise. Elizabeth is putting her life back on track after it was ripped out from under her feet four years ago when she lost her parents along with all her dreams. Standing here, she believes her life is going to change for the better any moment now. Nothing can go wrong, right?
Meet Ryan Price. He came to Moscow on business. Right now, Ryan is standing at the airport looking at a ‘present’ from his brother, judging by the sign a beautiful young woman is holding. Damn his brother for not cancelling this arrangement as Ryan asked.
Miscommunications and misunderstandings and a brilliant but painful love story begins.
There will be a scary flight, lovely breakfasts, long evening conversations, sharing a secret or two, discovering one another, a lot of laughter, tender moments and some tears, a fight and, of course, the I-am-ready-for-the-end-of-the-world kiss.
Somewhere along the way, they won’t be able to fight their feelings any longer.
For the first time in his life, Ryan will experience a different shade of lust. And for the first time in her life, Elizabeth will have to trust despite all of the times she has been hurt.
Will these two wounded lost souls find love, peace and comfort in each other or will they just break each other more? Is it a train wreck of a love story or a happily ever after?

For a debut novel, Miss Krat has done a lovely job at giving us a beautiful romance between two very likeable characters. While I had some issues with the book, the story held the potential to be fabulous.  I will definitely be reading more from this author and I am now hanging out for book two.

Elizabeth Williams and Ryan Price enter each other's lives purely by coincidence. Elizabeth has a very mundane job and is always striving to better herself in not only her life but also her career. Ryan on the other hand is the CEO of Price Corp, he is arrogant, cocky and wants nothing more than to exact revenge on his father. 

Elizabeth and Ryan both have personal demons that seem take over their thoughts and control their lives. However, it doesn't stop these two from getting to know each other and finding out why the connection they feel towards one another is so intense. From their chance meeting to their first time grabbing a drink, these two hit it off and the humorous moments between them really did make me laugh. Their banter was witty, funny and not over the top. Can these two get past all the problems in their path and find happiness in the arms of each other? 

I enjoyed this story, and I really did want to love it. My concerns were with the content. Dual POV is always a favourite for me, however I felt the going back and forth over the same scenes that had just happened in both POV's was unnecessary. It only added to the length of the book. Many times I found myself wanting to scan over these paragraphs because it didn't hold any new information I felt I needed to know, it was just a repeat from the other's perspective. Because of this and other times where I felt we were being told unnecessary info I couldn't fully find myself loving it. The writing quality was really good for a debut and I can see plenty more amazing work coming from this new author in the future. 

★☆★ 3.5 Damaged Stars! ★☆★
Reviewed By Bel Burgess


About the Author
Always an avid reader who consumes whole books in a single day, Emily Krat is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page. For her writing stories and developing ideas for novels is a true passion and a dream come true. Emily is a chocolate junkie, “Grey’s Anatomy” fan, and admirer of good music. She loves summer rains, warm blankets on cold winter nights, as well as traveling, sleeping in late, watching TV shows, cooking, and baking. When she’s not writing or rewriting, she loves spending time with family and friends.

***Blog Tour, Review, & Giveaway*** Stupid Girl By Cindy Miles

Title: Stupid Girl
Author: Cindy Miles
Genre: Contemporary
Publication Date: May 13, 2014
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Only fools fall in love…

After her senior year of high school leaves behind nothing but heartache, Olivia Beaumont is sure of this: She’s no stupid girl. She sets out for Winston College, promising herself that she will remain focused on her first and only love – astronomy. But all it takes is cocky sophomore Brax Jenkins and an accidental collision with a football, to throw her entire year off course.

A quick-tempered Southie who escaped the inner city streets of Boston to pitch for Winston, Brax is known to play way more fields than just the baseball diamond. So, when his name is drawn to take part in his fraternity’s hazing dare, Brax eagerly accepts the mission to take Olivia’s virginity. But he doesn’t plan on falling hard for the sweet and sassy Texas girl who sees right through his bad-boy persona.

As Olivia and Brax battle their feelings for each other, echoes of the past year begin to surface. A boy who once turned Olivia’s whole world upside down reappears, and “harmless” pranks wreak havoc. Pretty soon the aspiring astronomer is on the verge of revealing her most difficult, heartbreaking secret. All the while, Brax must wrestle with the irrevocable dare, and Olivia struggles against all logic as she does the one thing only a stupid girl would do: fall in love.

My Review

Wow…Stupid Girl is an amazing book. This book touched me in so many ways, it had me laughing and crying all in a single chapter. The characters in this book are so well developed that you will feel like they are your own group of friends and all you want to do is hold them and tell them everything will be all right. Cindy Miles has crafted a beautiful story, with believable character development and true honest to go emotions.

The first character we meet is Olivia, she is in her own worst nightmare but can’t quite remember what happened. But her body is aching and she can hear her brothers screaming at her boyfriend, only to find out her boyfriend Kelsey has drugged and raped her. We then fat forward to a new jaded and guarded Olivia who is starting her first year at college, but on her way to her dorm she is bulldozed by non-other than Brax.

Brax is a hot as hell, tattooed up, baseball player bad boy, with a sweet Boston accent. His meeting with Olivia was no accident but a bet that he will come to regret ever making or taking. When he meets Olivia and sees her down to earth country heart and looks he is taken by her right away. Unfortunately for him he also becomes acquainted with her knee to the family jewels.

But Brax being Brax he doesn’t let up and soon worms his way into Olivia’s life and heart. But Brax himself is much more than meets the eye. He soon opens up to Olivia about his life of hardships and abandonment. His story gutted me as a mother and as a team Brax fan. I love the way Brax would lay his life and also his future down for Olivia. He evn takes some great advice for her Grampa Jilly.(By the way Grampa Jilly is like one of my all time favorite characters ever.)

Just when things are going good though Kelsey shows up at the school and starts to make Olivia’s life hell. Brax is her hero and they love each other so much, yet never say it. Kelsey continues his ways with Olivia and soon brings his well to do father in on it.

I know this review sounds so vague but this story was so well written that I’m scared to say too much and spoil it for you all. So I’m going to say this, this is one of those reads that will have you staying up way past your bedtime and begging for more. I’m so happy to have had this chance at reading this book and I hope you all will do the same because I promise it won’t disappoint.

★★☆4 Pitching Stars ☆★★

Review by Angela Deforge

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National bestselling author Cindy Miles writes edgy romance, ranging from contemporary love stories to sexy paranormals. A native of southern coastal Georgia, she loves reading (naturally), baking swoon-worthy desserts, traveling abroad, yoga, and classic rock. The cover for her upcoming New Adult romance, STUPID GIRL, was featured on USA Today’s Happily Ever After blog. In the novel, a volatile mix of bad boys, sassy smart girls, dark secrets, and red-hot romance add up to one wild ride through college.

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Monday, September 29

***Blog Tour,Review,Excerpt & Giveaway*** Her Best Shot By Shannyn Schroeder


Title:Her Best Shot
Author: Shannyn Schroeder 
Genre: Contemporary
Publication Date: September 29,2014
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With college graduation looming, three childhood friends vow to make spring break their last blast of pure fun. But at least one of them didn’t count on such incredible heat… 

Layla Sharpe is definitely more math ninja than bikini babe, and her future has been calculated with razor precision. Convinced to let loose over spring break, Layla is finally ready to party—until her car breaks down halfway to her destination, leaving her stranded in Georgia with a mouthwateringly hot pool shark. She knows more than enough about angles to learn the game, but this week she wants him to appreciate her curves…  

Phin Marks has never met a girl like Layla. She’s more Star Wars geek than seductress, and when he offers her a place to stay while her car is in the shop, he’s counting on the attraction between them to set the nights ablaze, no strings attached. But every moment he spends with Layla makes it harder to let her go. Can he persuade her to gamble in the most dangerous way possible…on forever?   

My Review

Her best shot is a journey of growing up and making your decisions. We are introduced to Layla who is just about to graduate college and has been offered her dream job at the NSA. To celebrate she and her friends decide to meet up in Texas for one last hoorah, but on the way her car breaks down. She is left stranded in a town she knows nobody in but all is not lost, when she ventures in for a drink at a dive bar she sees him.

Phin is a man with a plan but to reach that plan walked away from his family and has been working the pool tables to make extra cash. He also happens to be one of the local mechanics in town. After Layla watches him win a couple games of pool she decides to see if he would like to play with her. While they are playing Layla’s bag is stolen, along with her money and credit cards.

Being stranded and with nowhere to go Phin steps in and offers her his couch. And really it is no hardship on her because Phin is gorgeous. The simple plan to let her stay and maybe have some fun soon turns into a really hot love affair that has Layla questioning all her choices in life.

She wonders if love and a life of freedom would be better than her dream job and laid out life plan. The only problem is Phin doesn’t want her have his life. All he ever wanted was to settle down and live a normal life. After he makes sure she will turn from him, which by the way tore my heart out, Layla leaves and finishes her life plan.

But fate and a little bit of stubbornness has them meeting again in Vegas at a huge pool tournament. I won’t give any more away to you all but this book was a great read, with one hot as hell man and a women who may be a little lost but Phin most certainly found her.

So really I would say why not give Her Best Shot a shot?

★★☆3.75 Pool Cue Stars ☆★★

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She held her cue in front of her chest, the line bisecting her, making it difficult to do anything other than focus on her breasts. He reread her shirt and began to think about pie. And Layla naked.
            “So what’d I do wrong?”
            She moved the stick in order to walk, breaking his concentration on her chest. She neared him and asked, “Why did I miss?”
            “You got cocky and it cost your concentration. The first two worked, and, although the third shot should’ve been an easy one, you lost your stance and your bridge was sloppy. You didn’t have enough control. You can’t ever spend time thinking about the last shot. Worst case, you focus on the shot at hand. Best case, you think two or three shots ahead.”
            She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. “How am I supposed to plan ahead if I don’t know where the balls will land?”
            “You predict. Look, if I try to hit the three into the corner, it’s going to push others out of the way. Where are they going to roll? That’s how I’ll set up my next shot. I can force those balls to land where I want based on how I hit them.” He took a swig of his beer. Layla didn’t respond, but she absorbed what he said. He saw the understanding in her eyes and didn’t need the verbal confirmation.
            “I want the five to move to the left, so I’m going to hit it on the right side with a little spin. I don’t want it to shoot far, just enough.” He leaned down and took the shot. The three swooshed into the corner pocket, and the five lined up exactly where he wanted.
            Layla’s face suddenly brightened. “I got it!” She walked to the opposite corner and rattled off possibilities.
            He nodded and then cleared the solids without looking up. Layla didn’t crowd him and she’d stopped flirting. When the eight fell into the pocket, he straightened and laid his cue on the table. Layla didn’t acknowledge him. Her gaze stayed locked on the remaining balls. Maybe she was so competitive that she was a sore loser.
            “Can I clear the table?”
            Her question surprised him and his face must’ve reflected that.
            “I know you won, big surprise, but I think I see the shots I’d take and want to try.”
            “Knock yourself out. I’m going to get another beer. You want one?”
            “Sure. Thanks.”
            Phin went to the bar and grabbed the beers. When he returned, she was racking the balls.
            “Another game?” Layla asked.
            “Sure. What are we playing for?”
            “I’m a poor college student. I’m still not going to pay you twenty dollars.”
            “Not confident in your ability, huh?”
            “I’m confident in my ability, but you’re a shark. My money’s staying in my pocket.”
            Phin moved closer and handed her a beer. “So what do you have in mind?”
            She tilted her head, as appeared to be habit, and said, “A kiss. I’ve never kissed a guy with hair longer than mine.”

            He reached out and ran his hand over the back of her head, where there wasn’t enough hair to grab. “Not hard to do. Besides, if you want a kiss, all you have to do is ask.”

About the Author

Shannyn Schroeder is a former high school and middle school English teacher. She holds a BA in English and MAs in Special Education and Gifted Education. She currently works as an editor for an education company and juggles writing around her kids’ schedules. In her spare time, Shannyn loves to bake and watches far too much TV, especially cop shows. She started her first book on a dare from her husband and has never looked back. She came to reading romance later than many, but lives for the happy ending, and writes contemporary romance because she enjoys the adventure of new love.

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*** Cover Reveal, Excerpt, & Giveaway *** Delinquents (Dusty #2) by Mary Elizabeth & Sarah Elizabeth

Coming: October 23, 2014
The innocent girl with a delinquent heart has to live with her bad choices. Secret hope and hurt feel like falling while she learns how to breathe again, but there's still freedom in trouble.

The runaway with blacked-out eyes is losing his grip. Crushing two hearts in one fist, his addiction bends rules and breaks deals, but the boy born for bliss isn't going anywhere without a fight.

Love is knowing they should stay away, but love is illogical at best.

She's afraid to let go.

He won't let her.

This is how silliness and foolishness grow up.

Here, forever is a lie.

I stand silent, breathing in through my nose and out my mouth. Tonight’s argument is years of frustration stacked and hidden, too tall to push away anymore. A little trigger is all it takes, and we end up like this, saying things we don’t mean, taking our aggravation out on each other.
My heart pumps misguided love.
“This isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” it beats. “But that’s your boy—aimless and crazy for you.”
Knowing that I had a role on his spiral to the bottom kills me. As his parents continue to fail him, I should be the one that steps forward and says, “This is wrong.”
But to do so at this point in his madness would be betrayal, and I have to handle his trust with care.

Inhaling an uneven breath, I watch him under the moon’s glow washing out his already pale complexion. Icy wind blows my boy’s white tee against his slender body under his unzipped hoodie, and his hands shake at his sides.
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Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets. Known as The Realist, she is one half of The Elizabeths--a duo brave enough to never hide the truth.

Mary was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She's a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it's perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she's not letting go until every story is told.

"The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure."--Jeremiah 17:9

A soft spoken revolutionary, love's listener was born on Bastille Day. she dance-walks under the stars and prefers to write while the sun wakes up. her blood marks State Avenue. her roots are darker than trouble's eyes, and her favorite colour is The 1975.

Sarah Elizabeth is the author of Innocents, Delinquents, Don't Let Me Go, and various other projects under various other pen names. for more information, visit:


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Sunday, September 28

***Blog Tour, Review & Giveaway*** It's Always Been You by Victoria Paige

“I’ll wait forever, sunshine. I loved you then. I love you now. I’ll always love you.”

Former Navy SEAL Travis Blake is a rising star in the security business. In two short years, Blake Security Inc. has become highly sought after by the who’s who in Washington DC.

But unbeknownst to many, Travis is haunted by the mysterious death of his wife three years before. He carries with him the guilt of not being there to protect the one person who meant everything to him. He has buried his wife, but his heart refuses to accept that the body six feet under is hers. His obsessive search for her leads him deep into the trenches of covert ops—and everything is not what it seems.

Caitlin Kincaid has been on the run for a while. The sum of her memories began three years ago when she awakened with a broken arm and leg and a severe concussion. Hunted down by a secret group within the U.S. government, her companion persuades her to stay off the grid because of the standing kill order on their heads. One night, while fleeing assassins, she is left on the side of the road with a cryptic message: “It’s time for you to stop running. I’m not the one you love.” 

When Travis receives news that the woman who has turned up at the American Embassy in Berlin could be his wife, he wastes no time getting to her. He is unprepared for the devastation that shreds him when Caitlin looks at him with no recognition in her eyes. Amnesia is a challenging enough obstacle for winning the love of his life back. But with lies defining the past three years of her life, Caitlin becomes wary of anyone’s help.

Love was never the problem. A marriage cannot survive without trust. As sinister forces threaten the bond they are trying to rebuild, trust must come quickly or one of them will die.

* Strong sexual content and language. Disturbing situations.

It's Always Been You is a sweet and sexy romance with a side of suspense. This story had a lot of potential, I was very intrigued to see where all the crazy happening in this book led to. If you are keen for a romance with some action packed drama, something a little bit different to the norm, than you might be interested in reading this novel by Victoria Paige.

Travis Blake is one hell of an alpha male. The man is as bossy and crude as they come and now he has his wife back in his clutches, he will not let her go. He will hunt, hurt and kill anyone who tries to take Caitlin away from him again.

"That right there tells me otherwise. We'll find each other again. And, sunshine, you're not building a wall between us because I'll take it down with a sledgehammer. Fucking amnesia has nothing on us, Caitlin. What we had before was once in a lifetime. You think having it, losing it, and getting it back, I'm going to let it slip through my fingers again? You married a SEAL. We're tenacious, persistent, and we don't know how to fail. You think with the greatest battle in my life, and that's winning you back- I'm going to fuck up now? Not happening. You were mine. You will be mine again." - Travis.

Caitlin, formally known as 'Sarah Blake', has suffered through some very traumatic events that have now led her back into the care of her husband. Sarah was presumed dead a few years ago, she was never seen again until the day she turned up at the Russian Embassy. After fighting for her life and living on the run for years Caitlin now finds herself protected by a man who she barely knows. Travis may be her husband, but there is so much Caitlin doesn't know and doesn't understand. While trying to settle back into a life with some normalcy, danger lurks nearby and is still a current threat to Caitlin. Can Travis keep Caitlin alive and safe? Can two people, practically strangers, fall back into the loving relationship they once shared?

For me, this story moved too fast too quick. Yes it did slow down, but because the first half of the book all happened so fast I was un able to get a good feel for Travis and Caitlin. I didn't experience them building back up that connection that was once between them. Some parts I found unbelievable,  only because of how the hero and heroine reacted and were portrayed in those situations. What has happened to Caitlin is very extreme and to expect her to fit straight back into a normal world with a husband she doesn't even know seemed too much to expect from her. I would have loved to have gotten more emotion and the inner thoughts and feelings of Travis and Caitlin. I feel as though if we had of been given more emotional development from them it would have definitely made a big impact on the story. Now Travis, this man will melt your panties with just the dirty words that come out of his mouth! Holy hell, these sexy scenes were off the charts hot. You will not be disappointed when it comes to those. HOT. DIRTY. WORDS. Caitlin was screwed. Overall, I found that this story held my interest because it was a little different and unexpected, I really did want to find out what was going to happen next. I just didn't feel the emotional connection between our hero and heroine.

★☆★ 3 Stars! ★☆★
Reviewed By Bel Burgess

About the Author
I work as a freelance database administrator, and when I’m not geeking out, I write romantic suspense novels. I live in Richmond, Va—less than two hours away from Washington DC—so most of the settings of my books are in the nation’s capital—of course, I’m not averse to creating fictional towns and cities. ;)

When I’m not arguing with the alpha male characters in my head, I love to watch high-octane action movies. I think Jack Bauer is the shit, which is why most of my characters are such badasses bent on saving the world from evil doers.

I love reading adult contemporary, paranormal, urban fantasy, historical, romantic suspense, and a few new adult fiction as well as military non-fiction.


Saturday, September 27

*** 5 Star Review *** True North: Finding Now by Allie Juliette Mousseau

Title: True North, Book 3 Finding Now
Author: Allie Juliette Mousseau
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: September 1, 2014
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Finding Now (True North, #3)


After a tragic accident that plays on an endless loop in her mind, wild child Kate Jolie died inside. She now functions only through her rigid, ironclad routine, which keeps her mind and soul in check – balancing her in a dangerously precarious position between life and death.

Rocker and Master's student Sam North knows no limits and seeks out every challenge to conquer and defy. With his cocky grin, piercings, colorful tattoos, undress-you bedroom eyes and magnetic sex appeal, he has no trouble finding women to warm his bed. When he spies his new professor, the gorgeous Ms. Jolie, she’s just another summit he wants to climb in order to reach its peak. But as he begins to catch glimpses of her soul, she becomes his Everest.

Kate Jolie is the only woman who wants nothing to do with Sam North - and the only woman he can’t do without.

My Review

Let me just say I LOVE the North boys!! I want to be part of their family! Their family is just amazing and they are so close that you just love them! I loved this book!! It was such powerful romance. This is Kate and Sam’s Story.

I have to say a laughed a lot throughout this book. Sam is quiet a character and doesn’t accept No for an answer. He is your ultimate playboy, never wants to settle down. He has a lot going for him from his music career to his racing career. He’s feeling torn between the two on which one to pursue so he decides to finish his Master’s Degree. On his first day of class he walks end with a hot little blonde bent over picking up her papers. Of course Sam hits on her and asks her out and she politely tells him No. Sam being Sam doesn’t do “No” so when she tells him she is the professor Sam isn’t the least bit turned off. He is hell bent to be her friend and get to know her. His confidence is what makes you love him so much!

Catherine Jolie looks normal from the outside. Gorgeous, smart and has a great job. The Truth is she is dead. She is completely dead inside. She puts on a persona to get through each day. She is like a robot and her routine is the same thing every day. She takes medicine for panic attacks and has been seeing a shrink weekly for the past 5 years. My heart broke for her! When I found out what her pain is and why she lived the way she did it wrecked me!! I had silent tears running down my face! It was so real and you felt every bit of her emotion. Catherine had no idea that the teaching position she applied for would change her life and that a rocker, bad boy would bring her back to life.

Watching these two grow as friends to lovers was beautiful. I fell for Sam hard. He was perfect and knew exactly what Kate needed. He was so patient with her and took care of her. The lengths he went to and seeing him change was amazing. Also the man was a beast in the bed! HOTT!!! I enjoyed their story so much that I could go on and on. If you have not read this book or any of the True North series you are missing out! I am ecstatic for the next book!!

★★☆ 5 Stars ☆★★

Review by Ashley Lenderman 

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Allie Juliette Mousseau

Allie Juliette Mousseau writes sexy, emotionally charged New Adult Romance in a variety of genres and temperatures. 

She writes from passionate and angsty; fun and light to intense and epic. She incorporates a lot of romance, tension, and hot spice.

Allie also creates captivating Young Adult worlds through the magic of ink. She writes brave but "human" main characters, imaginative plots and complex worlds; from High Octane action to exploring the deepest emotions - you won't want to put down your book!

She can always be found writing, playing in puddles with her children, hiking with her husband, or adventuring somewhere in the world. Her favorite place to write is outdoors, but when the weather gets too chilly she'll be inside at her desk looking at the mountain view from her home office in Montana where she lives with her loving husband, children, and 85 pound golden retriever, who likes to sleep on her feet while she writes.

With a free spirit, Allie loves to travel and has spent three years sparking her imagination while travelling the U.S. and Canada in an RV with her family. She looks forward in continuing her journey to see the world, while finishing her degree in Literature

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Friday, September 26

*** Blog Tour, Excerpt, Playlist, Teasers & Giveaway*** Saving Abel By Gina Whitney

Abel Gunner, the lead singer of the band Lethal Abel, is what beautiful nightmares are made of. His gritty, melodic rasp threatens to rip your heart out of your chest and leave you gasping for the very breath he robbed you of. His kisses, detonating on impact, leave you ruined. Abel is also a Dom, and his appetite for seduction is legendary and intense. After a chance encounter with Gia, his need to dominate this woman increases tenfold. He wants to consume her, merge with her, and never leave her body.

Abel's emerald eyes touch the deepest part of Gia's soul in a way that terrifies her. She fears he can see her secret. Lies, guilt, and betrayal lay beneath her skin, and she's terrified of being exposed. How will Gia ever begin to explain? She doesn't believe she's worthy of him, and her greatest fear is that her carefully guarded heart will be shattered. However, she finds herself unable to deny this rogue tattooed rocker whose kisses just might ruin her.
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On ecru initialed paper, the understanding was brutally clear … You’re to be blindfolded and waiting on your knees for your master. I reread it a couple of times, my hands shaking with both fear of the unknown and the excitement of being delivered to the brink of aching pleasure. Man, I was fucked!
I folded the note in half, perfectly seaming the edges while I wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew. The thoughts swirled cyclonically in my head, causing a fluttering in my stomach to mount to vomit worthy levels, as I picked up the Hermes scarf. I gently ran it along my cheek before breathing in his alpha scent. Him. My eyes closed on their own accord, heart beating in concert with my pussy.  My clit charged and already primed with wetness. My inner demon-ess was scratching the surface of my psyche, relentlessly thrashing against its confinement.
Twirling around in a sexual dreamlike state, my eyes took in floor-to-ceiling windows, the lush, red velvet drapes pulled back. Gasping heavily, I held my hand over my heart to keep the fucker in there. Was he planning to take me in the open—voyeur delight?  I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Then again, this was about surrendering. A place my control had no say. On the left was a free-standing bar, his guitar leaning against it.  Chrystal decanters lined the top. Amber colored courage called out to my parched throat, begging, needing something to quell the tremors that plagued my body. I couldn’t. Could I?  Or was that breaking the rules? I couldn’t afford to piss him off, nor did I want to. I wanted please him, to hand over the keys to my soul for him to take up occupancy. I needed to take purchase of the prime piece of real-estate—his heart. Old demons plagued my thoughts with their clever mind tricks, fighting their way to the surface—sneering that I would lose the man I’d come to love because of my deceitful heart. The mother of all motherfucking Karma was going to bite my ass—hard. I needed to lock these incessant, nauseating thoughts where they belonged—behind a door that had no moral key and slam it shut.
Looking to the left, I saw that a fire raged stunningly in a pastoral styled fireplace. Above, an erotic portrait of Abel. It was done in simple black and white. In one hand, he held a set of handcuffs. In the other, a red scarf—the exact red scarf I now held in my hand. Crackling embers radiated warmth to nurture my chilled body. Perfect spot! Unbuttoning my pants and blouse, I let them both pool at my feet. I then took off my bra and panties. Flames licked my skin, helping gentle the goose bumps that stepped forward across my body. Double-knotting the scarf around my head, I lowered to my knees, thankful for the plush carpet. I sent a silent thanks upward. God had no place here today. Today, I would be rejoicing, reveling, and partaking in rituals practiced by heathens. Tempering my breathing … Namaste. A shiver redirected my attention to the door as I searched my mind to identify its source. The squeak of the door knob stopped all thought process—all thinking.  His innate maleness seeped into my pores, cocooning my skin in his alpha scent—marking my heart as his. Instantly, my body recognized him. An unwilling groan escaped, making my nether region clench in anticipation. He chuckled.
"Very good. I see you followed my directions flawlessly. I see that beautiful pussy is shaved bare for me. This pleases me, Gia. And you will see how much very shortly. But, are you ready for your master?  If I part your folds will you be slick and hot for me?" His warm breath tickled my ear.
My mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water, until I finally croaked out, "Um, yes. I, um. I believe so, Abel.”  Christ, why am I reduced to a stuttering adolescent? He's fucking dangerous and hot, that's why! Steeling myself, I needed to woman the fuck up and show him who I am.
Palming my chin, he spoke gruffly, “Love, when we’re in this setting, I am your God, bringer of pleasure and pain.” He released me, clearly awaiting a response of praise.
“Yes, Sir. I understand perfectly,” I affirmed. My body chilled, knowing the moment he stepped away. The ring of the crystal decanter signaled loudly in the air. Rolling shudders had me clenching—hard. Moments ticked by at a snail’s pace and I wanted to rip my hair out. My frustration grew as he took his time, leaving me in a vulnerable position. He swallowed his drink. Padding back over in my direction, he brought that delicious signature scent of his my way.  It smelled of musk and something wild I couldn’t put my finger on.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he quantified. What? Christ on a motherfuckin’ cross! Two thick fingers teased my clit, round and round, spreading my silky juices along my seam, preparing me for his invasion. I held my breath. What else could I do?
“You smell like you want to be fucked.” He smiled appreciatively. “Breathe, Gia. Your God would like to sample you. I want to commit your taste to memory. Savor you on my tongue. Swallow your goodness,” he rasped, leaning into my ear. I wanted to scream just do it already. His scruffy beard ran along my face, leaving his mouth against my ear. Every breath, every heartbeat, every swallow was mine. I had a front row seat to an erotic movie that I starred in.
Holding my shoulders firmly with his left hand, he roughly entered my opening. One breath in, one long breath out.  With precision, he inserted two fingers inside me, keeping his thumb on my trigger. I ground against his palm.
“You will not come. Yet. Stay still or I’ll stop,” he affirmed.  Well, that did it! I needed release and I needed it now. Fuck. Squeezing my eyes tightly, I was thankful for the blindfold. He had to see how challenging this was for me. With a final, stretching thrust, he vacated my pussy. The scent of my juices permeated the air, releasing another gush of wetness. His sucking sound ended with a loud pop, followed by a growl of approval.
“Taste.” He fisted my hair, driving his fingers into my open mouth.
“Taste how sweet your pussy is?” he queried. I had the perfect opportunity to bring him to his knees. My tongue languidly snaked its way around his fingers, sucking greedily any remaining ambrosia—with my own kickass resounding pop. Umm… I purred my contentment. 
A seismic roar rumbled its way free from his alpha chest. Oh, he was affected. Breaking dominate control momentarily, he lunged forward and fisted my hair, his tongue forcing my mouth open. Damn this Dom! My lungs fought for air. My hands braced against his muscled chest, alive with the vibrations from the beast tethered within—Abel. Dizziness threatened to take me under. Pulling air into my nose, I took a breath. Consuming me from the inside out, he didn’t let up. Apparently, my survival was to be damned. My brain had only registered oxygen. Now I needed to return his kiss. My hands found their way up his neck into his thick hair.  Grabbing a fistful of it, I pulled. He answered my call with his masterful tongue and gnashing teeth. Needing his cock in my pussy now, I reached for it, feeling its thick steeliness through his jeans. He gently removed my hands.  Disappointed, I lowered my head, taking the opportunity to nourish my blood with oxygen. He forced my hands behind my back. I adjusted my position on the floor with the balls of my feet to steady myself.
“You have to earn that, babe. You haven’t earned my cock yet. And he has a bigger ego than I do.” He chuckled as he stood up, leaving me again. Was he serious? His dick had an ego?
The sound of drawers opening and closing to my left had me turning my head in that direction. My legs tingled with anticipation and lack of activity. I hoped I wasn’t going to be on my knees too much longer. The snap of something caught my immediate attention. Licking my dry lips, swallowing the golf ball sized knot, I readied myself. Sweet-smelling leather assailed my senses.
“Do you know what the cat o'nine tails is, Gia?” he asked. I did some Googling before this night, so I wouldn’t be ignorant to basic BDSM—knots, whips, and positions 101. I schooled myself quickly.
“Yes, Sir. A traditionally favored whip with nine separate tails,” I qualified. Quirking a smile, I awaited his answer. He answered by running the tails along my breasts … down to my pussy … snapping my clit to attention. Over and over again, my body became acquainted with this new form of torture. Legs shaking, I thrust myself to an upright position, hoping this little exercise would stop this embarrassing bodily display of minor earthquakes. No such luck. My body wanted to surrender to its master. My breathing ratcheted to panic-attack levels. An explosion of epic proportions was near. Whack!—across my behind. Ow!  “Fuck me!”
“Not nearly yet, sweetheart. That nice shade of red on your ass is making me hard as fuck, though,” he countered. Well, that’s not how I really meant it, but that’s exactly what I wanted—right the fuck now. He was turned on. And that turned me on. If his lash marks on my skin do it for him, I think, then so be it.
“I want to taste you, master. It’s only fair.” I was practically whining: throw me a fucking bone. This BDSM shit was killing me. I’m not a patient person by nature. So I deserved a reward for the restraint I had shown. The sound of his zipper lowering caught my attention. The lava started to trickle down my legs again.
“Is this what you want, pretty girl?” He stepped up, smearing his pre-cum on my lips. I moaned embarrassingly loud.
“Yes! More!” I demanded. He presented his cock to my tongue.  It stroked something unfamiliar. Was it a piercing? Bracing myself on his thick thighs, I fished for the object. Yep, he was pierced. Fuck me.
I expertly lavished it with my tongue, paying homage to this rock god. Maybe his cock deserved its own zip code? This was a locale I wanted to move to—like, now. Pushing forward, I sought his engorged bell. Licking, flickering, and tonguing at break-neck speed to the best of my ability, I made him roar. He ripped the scarf off, freeing my eyes from their prison. Sight was returned—though I couldn’t see a fucking thing. Squinting, I looked up toward his beautiful face; it was twisted in agony. He needed release. His eyes sparking with warning, he looked as if his thread-like hold on reality was virtually nonexistent. A sardonic smile pulled on his lips as he continued stroking his cock. Up. Down. Up. Twist. Down. Release. Up. Twist. Down. Release. His left hand squeezed his tightened sack roughly, his eyes glistening. His tongue snaked out to wet his plump lips. His sooty-lashed eyes closed for a moment as he blew out a long breath, battling for control. I gulped—hard. Something sparkly caught my upturned eyes, bringing my gaze back to his sack.
“Like what you see, babe?” He smiled proudly. It was then I noticed his tatted dick. Whoa. His cock was a kaleidoscope of vivid colors. The body of the dragon was done in green with the underside in orange scales, running the entire length of his cock, ending with the dragon’s head on his dick-head. His Apadravya shined brightly against the dragon’s head, looking like it was coming out of its mouth. His Mons provided the backdrop for the wings. I didn’t have enough time at the moment to quell my fascination. He was a work of art that I intended to worship fully.  I was over-stimulated visually, tilting my head awkwardly left, then right. What was that? I wasn’t naïve. I knew there were guys who pierced the head of their dick. Shit. One was right in front of me. But all along the dragon’s scaled underside were generous loops. Can’t say I ever saw that or even heard of that before.
“It’s called frenum loops, or Jacob’s ladder, babe. The one through my head is an Apadravya. You’ll be thanking me soon for it.” His toothy smile made me blush at my naïveté. He took my lip-licking as a signal for further instruction in How to Suck Abel’s Cock 101.
“Relax. Open real wide. Get it nice and wet,” he instructed. Relaxing my gag reflex, I readied my throat for his invasion. Not only did I have to worry about his girth, but his hardware as well. My mouth was desert-dry, so I pursed my lips to conjure up enough saliva to get the job done. The wide tip of his cock made its way past my lips, netting a groan from me of appreciation for this male. I lavished the small beads of pre-come on my tongue, relishing his heady taste. God damn. His hooded eyes caught mine as I acquiesced. I closed my eyes and sucked his head hard with a quick swirl around his Apadravya. I spit into my palm, pumping his cock once. Twice. A throaty groan made my clit swell. I loved his male sounds. I knew I was doing this right. I wanted more. More of him. More of that noise. Widening my mouth even further, I took his cock deeply. Paying close attention to his Jacob’s ladder with my tongue. The jingling within my mouth had me shuddering. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Tongue. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. His fingers found their home deeply embedded in my scalp, the pain making my eyes mist. Licking from base to tip, I was on repeat. His eyes bore into me, watching me intently, appreciatively.
Though I didn’t see him watching me, I knew he was. One final, swirling suck. I let my lips pop loudly. Making jerking sounds of wetness, I tried the impossible:  to swallow him. Breathing through my nose, I watched. He watched. I swallowed. The thickness of his cock swelling was all the indication I needed. He was ready to blow—hard. My throat relaxed and opened to accommodate his girth further. Abel hissed his thankfulness by thrusting deeply. Once. Twice. Three times. He growled loudly, face-fucking me into oblivion. Surprising even myself, I swallowed his gift of spicy goodness, humming my appreciation to this deity. Swallowing it down and suck-tonguing his Apadravya, I inwardly smiled as I milked every last drop of elixir.
With a final groan I fell back and let the fibers of the rug absorb my fatigue. Mentally and physically, I was wiped out. I rubbed my fingers through the filaments, trying desperately to soothe my restless soul. At the moment, I didn’t care where his was or what he was doing. His gentle fingers caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes, savoring his touch.
“Oh, babe, we’re not done. Come, I’ll carry you to my bedroom.” He bent and scooped me up. Swaddled in his arms, I caught the look in his hooded eyes. A few long strides, and we were in his bedroom. He gently laid me on his king size bed, then stepped back.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower. Care to join?” He motioned his hand to the bathroom in invitation.
“Nah, I’m good here for now. You go. If I change my mind, I’ll find you.” I smiled sleepily.
He nodded and left through the en-suite. Raising myself up to my forearms, I took in his room. So this is his room here. Monochromatic black and white made up a majority of his palate choice, aside from his poppy-red, silk shantung comforter. Everything was simple, yet elegant. It was clear to me that Abel sought home comforts and swathed the hotel room with his possessions. I guess a life on the road was a lonely one. Cocooning myself in the lush bedding, I concluded there was no better place. And no better thing than his scent. Lord above, if I could bottle his essence, I’d be a wealthy chick.  Grabbing his pillow, I brought it to my nose, inhaling his heady alpha scent. A groan escaped me, and my clit was beyond engorged, it needed release. I needed to steal this pillow.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, his smile reaching his eyes. I cursed inwardly. Busted. He abruptly reached for my legs and pulled me across the bed. Holy shit. His eyes were alit with mischief. He pulled until my bottom was at the end of the bed. I laid there naked and started to feel self-conscious. I turned to grab the edge of the comforter.
“Don’t hide your body from me, Gia. Spread your legs for me. I want to see what’s mine. I want to taste your nectar,” he commands and I obey, spreading my legs. When he doesn’t respond, I get anxious. There’s a mirror on the wall next to the bed and I can see my reflection. What a turn on. Me watching him—us--as his eyes devoured my pussy. He removed his towel from his waist and turned to see me watching tentatively through the mirror. He grabbed hold of his thick cock, stroking and smiling as he watched me for a good long-ass minute. It was one big mind fuck—and I could barely hold my own. My blood boiled while I watched his erotic exhibition. Boy, was he a showman. He knelt down and seized both my thighs, pulling them back into a V across my chest. The image of us in the mirror is suggestive. He pressed his nose along my pussy, inhaling deeply.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Gia. I’m a man starved for this pussy. When I’m done, I’m going to fuck you like the devil. My cock will be everything you’ve wished for, babe!” He winked. Cocky motherfucker. Holding my legs in place, he dove face-first into my pussy, pushing his tongue deep inside me—growling, devouring. The sounds of him sucking, licking, and nipping my pussy had my muscles locking up. I reached for his hair. I needed to touch him. I wanted to hold his head to my pussy until I was good and ready to let go.
“Gia, put your damn hands above your head or I will tie you to the bed,” he growled. I acquiesced. I would fucking die or kill someone if he stopped. Oh God, don’t stop.
“God has no place here, babe.” His voice was demonic. Did I just say that aloud? Never lifting his face from his meal, he pushed my knees almost flush against my chest, lathering his face in my juice. Oh, God. His growling, biting, and sucking were sounds I would never forget. He was feral. Possessed. Using two fingers, he started finger fucked me as he sucked my clit. My legs were shaking with deep vibrations and I started to rock my hips. Twisting the comforter in my hands, I started to scream my release. He didn’t stop. I barely registered the rumbling from his chest as I floated back down to earth. My eyes opened to a savage beast, leaning over to bite my inner thing. I yelped in surprise. He stood tall and proud, stoking his long, thick, massive cock; his face still glistening with my cum. Nothing registered to this alpha. He had one thing on his mind and that was sinking his gorgeous cock into my soaked pussy.
“You want this cock now, babe?” he asked through gritted teeth.  Still stroking his cock, he spit in his hand. Fucking hell.
“Please, Abel. I want you now,” I begged. I needed him now.
“Need to hear you say it, babe. Tell me you want me to sink my cock deep into you.” His voice was barely audible.
The grit in his tone had me wanting to grab his dick and fuck myself with it. He was watching me closely, his control threadbare.
“Abel, fuck me with that big gorgeous cock of yours. Grind that piercing over my clit,” I hissed. That did it! He couldn’t wait another minute—neither could I. He teased the entrance with the head of his cock. Going agonizingly slow, he paid special attention to my clit with his Apadravya; back and forth, round and round. The pressure mounted. I couldn’t handle another second of the exquisite torture. I leaned forward and grabbed his cock—hard.
“Stop fucking with me, fucker, and fuck me already,” I pleaded. He answered by feeding me his cock—one motherfucking inch at a time.
“I have to loosen you up a bit. I can’t go balls deep yet. Let me work myself in there. Love my girls greedy for my cock. Gets me harder than fucking stone,” he growled breathlessly. Leaning over me, his eyes hooded, he fed me his delicious, scorching cock. He leaned down over my face, arms positioned on either side of my head. His warm breath hummed in my ear as his hand reached down to stroke my clit.
“Come on, babe. Open for me,” he rumbled. His thrusting became a bit harder and quicker, and I felt my body opening up for this mythical creature. My eyes closed tightly and I tried to wrap my legs around his waist to lock him in place.
“Not yet, babe. I haven’t worked in my rings yet. I’ll tell you when you need to hang on.” He nipped my ear. I sighed. Fuck, I thought he was all the way in. Christ, I’m not built for this kind of torment. I reached down to his butt cheeks and clamped down with my hands, pulling him deeper into me. He corkscrewed his ass over and over. I screamed my pleasure.
“That’s it, mama. Scream for me. You’ll be doing a lot more of that,” he exclaimed. Biting my lip to stay present and not float away, I took a mental screenshot of this moment. I felt so full. My walls stretched to accommodate his girth. With each thrust, he sank deeper. And I fell a little harder. Yeah, I was fucked. Literally. The sound of my blood pumping through my veins roared in my ears. I couldn’t tell if it was my breathing or his that echoed around me. It was a hodgepodge of ecstasy. He placed his hands over mine, pinning them above my head.
“Arch your back for me, babe, and spread those pretty legs nice and wide. I’m going to own this pussy right the fuck now,” he hissed. I did as he asked, completely submitting. After all, this was what he asked for: complete and utter submission.
“That’s it, babe. Offer me that sweet cunt,” he whispered. How did he make my least favorite word sound like a fucking sonnet? I felt so incredible—so alive, our bodies in tune with one another, rutting rhythmically in a crescendo of lust. His frenum rings hitting spots I’ve never sensed before, he manipulated my body with expert precision. I regarded his handsome face, relishing this beautiful man on top of me. His eyes bore into me with stealth precision. Looking directly into my soul, he smiled wickedly, then kissed me deeply. Arrogant prick. Yeah, he knew he was the best ride in town. Fuck me.
Grinding my heels into the mattress to get better leverage, I met him thrust for thrust. He moved his fingers from my clit. With his other hand still pinning my arms above my head, he pushed my right thigh up from under my knee. Just then, he hit a whole new angle and I lost it. Screaming his name, I clenched my pussy, squeezing his cock. As he jack-hammered me, I felt his head swell further. He released my hands, rushing to his knees. After a few long strokes of his dick, his hot, thick ropes of cum painted my tits and stomach. Yeah, he was an artist, all right. His eyes were closed, his mouth parted. His breathing was hurried, his body still. He looked like a fucking god—absolutely stunning. I will never get this image out of my head.
He finally opened his eyes—to see his handiwork, watching me closely. I smiled in post-coital bliss. I was blissed the fuck out. He leaned over and on top of me, kissing me with his full lips, coaxing my mouth open with his talented, wicked tongue, and not caring that his cum was smeared all over his body. Most men would mind. But he wasn’t most men.  I accepted with a moan.
He kissed me for a long while until sleep drew me under. I slept without dreams, with just the sensation floating behind my eyes of colorful, pastel swirls. I barely had a conscious thought; it felt much akin to Alice and the rabbit hole. My body was enveloped in his scent, marking me right down to the bone. I would forever be his—whether he knew it or not. His to control. His to do with as he wished. His to consume, to eat away at my very soul. I was in that deep. My veins ran with his essence, the fuel, the nourishment that my body craved. His melodic gritty voice carried me to the surface of consciousness. It was faint, but spoke to my heart—awakening me. I opened my eyes, seeking him out. He was singing an acappella version of …? What song was that? I knew it wasn’t one of Lethal Abel’s. I listened keenly, searching for any frame of reference. Oh, I knew what it was!  It was his cover of “Dark Horse.” His had an edge to it. Nonetheless, it was beautiful.  And more importantly, it was quintessential Abel. He mastered everything he did. It was always on his terms.
“Make me your cupid—
Make me your one and only
But don’t make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy
So you wanna play with magic
Girl, you should know what you’re falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
‘Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse
Are you ready for a perfect storm, a perfect storm?
‘Cause once you’re mine, there’s no going back …”
(Listen to OLN’s version of Dark Horse here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKVknRFEhpc.)
Oh, God. His version of reality was quickly becoming mine. I laid back down and let his voice pull me back under again, swathing me in his gravelly tones—carrying me to him.

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**COMING: October 20, 2014**

I grew up reading Judy Blume, and Nancy Drew books. I was raised in the town of North Valley Stream, New York(Long Island), and attended community college for fashion design. At 19 years old I opened a boutique. Recently, I published my second novel Beautiful Lies(erotica). Saving Abel(Erotic-Rock-Romance) will be my third and will be published June 30th. When I'm not writing, you can find me with friends and family. I live in Massapequa, NY with my two beautiful boys PJ and Drew, and our Mastiff Hercules. Reading has always been a passion and obsession. You can usually find me typing furiously while shouting obscenities over my latest WIP. My guilty pleasures are: a good laugh, being snarky, espresso, Pistachio ice-cream, alternative music, sunflower seeds, I.P.A's, Twizzlers, and above all steamy swooning angst filled novels. I'm pathologically obsessed with True Blood(Eric ;), Games of Thrones, White Queen, Vampire Diaries, Resurrection, and The Originals. If you'd like to chat. Hit me up on Facebook or twitter.



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