#NewRelease CARDS OF LOVE: THE MOON by Sierra Simone @TheSierraSimone is LIVE!! #5Stars #OurReviews #HotHotHot #Magical

Pick your card. Choose your fate. Fall in Love.

Pick another card. Fall in love all over again. Which card will you choose?

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Cards of Love: The Moon by Sierra Simone

Release Date: October 5th

Genre: Erotic Romance

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OUR REVIEW: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Moon is dark, magical, kinky and oh so HOT! It is a novella story of two characters from the New Camelot series, Merlin and Nimue, and does contain spoilers especially for American King.

“You are so beautiful always,” I respond. “No matter what you’re doing. I’ve seen living magic and breathing legends, little moon, but you are the wonder of my eyes, you are the sight that steals my breath every single time.”

The Moon may be a novella, but it is not short on story. It has depth and is rich in legend and history. It is a story to savor and enjoy the magic of beautiful storytelling.

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⭐️ Blurb: ⭐️

She’s angry that I left. I’m angry that I died.

It’s the trouble with our two lives: we don’t only have one past to work through, but two. Double the pain, twice the betrayal.

A million times the tragedy.

***The Moon is the story of Merlin and Nimue from the New Camelot trilogy. It’s recommended that you read the trilogy first, as there are American King spoilers in The Moon.***

(Cards of Love is a massive multi-author project, a series of love letters to the mysterious and inspirational world of tarot cards. These can be read in any order, as the only thing the Cards of Love books share is their common inspiration from the world of tarot.)

⭐️ Excerpt ⭐️

A hiss in the darkness, then a flame, bright and dancing and unwelcome.

A match, I think, and then I think, why?

And then: where am I?

“You’re awake,” says a voice like water. A voice I love. It still doesn’t help me figure out where I am.

“Am I?” I ask. “Awake?”

Like I said earlier, I don’t dream as such, but when I close my eyes, the memories and visions are there, dogging my sleep. And I think maybe—yes, there is also a memory like this. A memory of a dark-haired girl and a cave sparkling with light, the night air heavy with the ecstatic cries we fed it.

“You are awake, Merlin.” The flame moves, calves another flame, and then is blown out. A candle now glows softly against the face of a woman standing at the end of the bed I’m on.

Dark brows arch high over clear blue eyes and a long nose curves gracefully down the woman’s oval face, framed by a high forehead and cheekbones, and a beautiful, if narrow, jaw. Her lips are on the thin side, but perfectly sculpted, giving her an expressive, fascinating mouth. Coffee-dark hair hangs in glossy sheets around her face and down her back.

She’s haunting. Haunting even as a girl, but now even more so as a woman.

“Nimue,” I say, and for the first time I notice how thirsty I am. I make to sit up—and realize my hands are tied to the bed.

Nimue sets the candle down on an end table, and it illuminates the space enough to show me that I’m indeed in a room and not in the damp mouth of a cave.

It means it’s now and not then, which I suppose I should be grateful for.

After all, I died then.

A silver key glints from just below the smile of her clavicle, the bottom tip of it pointing to the sweet valley between her breasts I used to know so well. They are small and pert—her body still the lithe dancer’s body she had as a girl—and my flesh responds to the sight of those little handfuls, the memory of them. The fantasy of her dusky nipples dragging along the underside of my aching cock is enough to have my body warming, and that’s when I really become aware that I’m not only tied to the bed, but I’m also dressed in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.

Well, nothing else except for the padded cuff around my ankle.

Nimue leans forward to untie my wrist, which leaves the front of her swishy dress gaping forward enough that I can see those nipples now, dark rose and erect.

I’d tasted them frequently once upon a time.

Once upon a time, twice.

In another life, I’d known the feel of her breasts against my lips and tongue better than I’d known almost anything else.

With one of my wrists freed, Nimue straightens and nods at the other. “You can untie yourself. You’ll find that the chain allows you more than enough length to do everything you need. I’m obviously trusting you not to do anything self-destructive, but should the need arise, I can take away this particular freedom.” She says it cheerfully, almost as if the idea of taking away my freedom delights her.

The key on her chest glints as she steps back, and I understand that it’s the key that unlocks my cuff—the same cuff that is connected to a ring in the floor by a length of slender chain.

Anger comes.

And with it shame.

And with that, fear.

I died once this way, and I’d rather not do it again.

I lunge for my other wrist to untie it, needing to be free, needing to reach for Nimue to kiss her or kill her—but by the time I untie myself, she’s out the door with it shut and locked behind her.

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Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City

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#LiveNow #Crave #AdrianaLocke #Teasers #Snippets #6StarReview

Title: Crave
Series: The Gibson Boys #3
Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: Contemporary Romance


Hadley Jacobs is over Machlan Gibson.

Sure, she’ll always be a little weak to the dimple in his right cheek and the way his five o’clock shadow makes him ruggedly handsome. But that’s not enough to cover every other thing about him because they all drive her nuts. Like how he’s won’t admit he’s wrong even when he knows it and how he drives his stupid car a million miles an hour on wet asphalt. As she rolls back into town and takes a seat at Crave, she won’t take the bait. She’s over him. Mostly.

Machlan isn’t over her.

It’s not because he hasn’t tried. He reminds himself over and over that she’s not the girl for him. After all, she drives him insane with her sassy attitude and the way she calls him out on everything. She beats him at poker, even though she doesn’t know the difference between a straight and a flush, and when she looks at him with her bright, blue eyes, it’s unnerving. When she climbs onto that bar stool and orders a drink, he puts it in front of her and ignores the sparkle in her eyes. He’s not over her, but she won’t know that.

But she does know that. And he knows she’s not as over him as she’s pretending to be. When life forces their hand this time, there’s more on the line than a pile of poker chips. It’s their forever.

Crave is a standalone romance in a new small town, blue-collar series from USA Today bestselling author Adriana Locke. Join readers everywhere as they fall in love with the delicious Gibson Boys.

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🍀♥️🍀Review By TashaM 🍀♥️🍀

Adriana Locke’s work is always on point. She writes in a way that captures your attention. She knows how grip your mind. Whenever I have read a book by her, I was wowed by her brilliance. She knows how to write beautiful, wholesome, entertaining love stories. Most importantly it’s realistic.

Crave is about Machlan who I always adored. I wanted to know his story from the very first book.
Cross’s sister who we knew was his love interest. We also gathered that their love story was gonna be epic and it 100% was. Machlan and Hadley’s love story is Heartbreaking and Beautiful. What these two have been through I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. Really I was sobbing like a baby for their broken past.

Had is such a sassy, kindhearted lady. She in my eyes is the strongest person I know. She had to grow fast at s young age… I just adored her…
Mach and her chemistry and Love is pure and powerful.

Had’s determination to win Mach was testament that all Good things come to those who have patience.
Their story is magical, Naughty Hot and incredibly enduring. It’s a once in a lifetime kinda love.

This book is an absolute must read.

🍀🍀🍀🍀Snippet #1🍀🍀🍀🍀

“What brought you back to town?” Peck asks. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
I gaze at the horizon and the way the sun is barely visible over the tree line. I wish I were on Bluebird Hill watching it go down.
“Do you remember that tire swing we put up on Bluebird Hill?” I ignore his question and ask one of my own. “Is it still there?”
“I think so.” He takes off his hat emblazoned with a machinery company’s logo and runs a hand over his head. “I haven’t been up there in a while. The last time ended up with my truck being buried up to the axle in mud and me having to call Machlan to come get it out at two in the morning.” He grins sheepishly. “I’ll let you guess how that call went.”
My feet stop moving, so Peck halts too. We stand a few feet from the doors to Crave. His eyes search mine in a way only capable someone you’ve known for a long time can.
“He’s in there,” he says, motioning toward the door with his head.
“I hope so.”
Peck’s brow furrows. “Not the answer I was expecting.”
“Why else would I show up here?”
“Don’t you guys usually try to do this behind closed doors?” Peck asks.
“Do what?”
He runs his tongue along his bottom lip before biting down to withhold a grin. It doesn’t work. I roll my eyes at both his question and reaction and head toward the door.
Whatever happens once I’m inside Crave will be fine. Either he’ll serve me a drink or he’ll be a major ass—either option I can work with in my plan to get over Machlan Gibson.
“Are you ignoring me?” Peck asks.
“I just want a drink,” I lie.
“And what do you drink these days?” he prods, seeing through my lie. I’ve never been much of a drinker, and I’m definitely not the kind of girl to just stop by a bar for a drink—this bar, no less.
My mind races to come up with a drink I’ve heard my friends order, all the while trying not to let Peck see how hard my heart is racing and the sweat glistening on my palms. “I’m drinking a tequila and Coke.”
Peck chuckles behind me. “Can I give you one quick tip?”
With a deep breath, I step into the building. Antique lanterns on the ceilings and various Christmas lights strung around the building illuminate the bar. I hold my breath before allowing the scent to hit me. It’s the smell of desperation and sweat, of a thousand spilled beers and even more bad decisions. It’s like perfume on your man that isn’t yours: repulsive.
“Fine then,” Peck says. “But when Machlan laughs his ass off because no one has ever, in the history of the universe, ordered a tequila and Coke, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
My cheeks burn. “Oh.”
“Rum and Coke or tequila shots. Not tequila and Coke, Had.” He shoves his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans as he eyes me with amusement. “But do the rum and Coke. You’d be a mess on tequila, and while I’d pay a lot of money to watch Machlan lose his shit over that, I’m not sure he’ll even serve it to you.”
“He has to if I order it,” I say.
Peck leans back and releases a full-belly laugh. “You tell him that.”
“I will.” Looking him in his bright, blue eyes, I almost lose my courage and tell him to get me the hell out of here. He would. He’d take me to Goodman’s, buy me a sweet tea, and drive me around as I spilled my guts. But I can’t do that to him. Or me.
This wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision. It’s been a long time coming, and I finally broke down last week and realized it had to be done. I have to figure out how to move on with my life. I can’t put roots down somewhere else and allow myself to fall in love or really start a life when my heart is still here. With Machlan.
Peck’s face breaks into a sympathetic smile. “Take my advice and order the rum and Coke. You have a shot at getting that. Though it’s a small one, it’s better than your tequila chances, which are negative sixteen hundred.”
“I don’t understand why you don’t think he’ll serve me.”
“Rhubarb moonshine mean anything to you?” He makes a face reminiscent of someone dying before heading toward the bar.
I stand next to the bulletin boards lining the front wall, thinking about the night with the moonshine. How Mach and I got into a huge fight and I didn’t realize what moonshine was. And how he picked me up and took me home and stayed with me all night to make sure I didn’t pass out in my own vomit.
Besides the people playing pool in the back, the only other patrons drinking are seated near the old jukebox. As my gaze runs across a pair of pink panties pinned to the top of one of the bulletin boards, it settles on Peck. He waves at me to join him.
His merriment at my situation is written all over his face. I hope confidence masks the fear on mine. No matter how I get to the end result, this is going to hurt.
No, this is going to be hell.
I make my way over the cement floors. A man wearing a sleeve of tattoos and an undeniable invitation tickling his lips passes me. He turns around and whistles as he walks backward to the door.
This helps.
My confidence slightly bolstered, I look back at the bar.
This doesn’t help.
My feet shuffle, nearly tripping over an invisible boulder in my way as Machlan’s lips form a thin, hard line. His arms cross his thick chest.
Even with the cool reception, my cheeks still heat.
Machlan sure knows how to make hell feel like home.

🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀Snippet #2🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀
“Oh my God.” A rush of wind escapes my lungs as the evening air ushers me away from the bar. I’m intoxicated, and I didn’t even drink. That good-looking bastard does this to me every time.
I bend down to tie my shoe. My fingers fumble with the laces, a hold-over from the adrenaline that’s starting to taper off. With each second that passes, I feel a little better about my first interaction with Mach.
There was no real fighting. No bloodshed. No tears.
No sex.
“No,” I groan as I stand. “I’m not going there. That is not a part of the plan.”
“So there was a plan?” Machlan stands, hands tucked in his front pockets, forearms flexing a few feet in front of me. It’s a casual posture that any bystander would read as a guy having an easygoing conversation with a woman. That person would be wrong.
The way his deep brown eyes are almost black and the way the little lines form between them tell me all I need to know. There’s nothing casual about this.
My heart skips a beat as the scent of him rides the breeze and tortures me. It wasn’t as noticeable in the bar. Out here, he’s picking me apart without even trying, using his stupid cologne to unlock me like a puzzle.
His body this close to me is the equivalent of drinking three glasses of wine. I’m hot. Bothered. And the struggle to remember I have a brain and am responsible for my behavior is a real thing.
“Why did you follow me?” My words are smooth, void of emotion, and for that, I’m glad. I don’t know which emotion would come through if any were attached. I want to tease him, fall into the banter we do so well, but that’s not going to help the point of this visit. That’s not going to help me become less attached.
“It’s okay for you to pop in Crave, but it’s weird for me to follow-up?”
“There’s nothing to follow-up.”
“I beg to differ.” He starts to smile but catches it before it really breaks. “Why are you here, Had?”
“I’m not. I’m leaving.”
“Will you stop fucking with me?”
“I’m not fucking with you.” I move deliberately in hopes it exudes a confidence I don’t own. He stands between me and the handle. “Will you move, please?”
“You know what?” I say, wedging myself against him and the door. “You’re making this easier than I thought it would be.” Gripping the handle, I lift. It opens, but there’s not enough room to pull it wide because he. Won’t. Move.
I don’t look at him. I’m way too close for a move that dangerous. Instead, I tug again. The metal edge digs into his side, burying itself in the fabric of his black T-shirt, but it’s not enough to make him step away.
“What is it you’re trying to do?” he asks.
“Right now, it’s open a door.”
His chest bounces around with a deep chuckle. “Fine.” He makes an exaggerated step to the side. It’s just enough room for me to pull open the door. “I’m telling you—if I hear you met up with that asshole—”
“Oh, no,” I say, turning around. “Don’t start your shit with me.”
“It’s not shit, sweetheart.”
Despite knowing the term of endearment wasn’t used with any endearing wishes, my heart flutters. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep focus.
“And I didn’t start it,” he continues. “You’re the one who came into Crave. I didn’t come looking for you.”
“I didn’t come looking for you either.”
It’s a lie, and we both know it.

🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀Snippet #3🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀

“What the fuck was that?”
My words are ringing through the air as the door slams shut behind Spencer. There’s a bite to my tone, a jagged edge to each syllable that’s delivered with precision. I wait for Hadley to react. All I get is a slight roll of her eyes.
“What’s what?” she asks.
My head spins, the events of the last few minutes tumbling through my mind and clamoring against each other. I can’t make sense of any of it.
“You don’t trust me,” I say. “So what was that all about? Why did you lie for me?”
“I didn’t say I trusted you.”
“You just told Spencer he could.”
She jumps off the stool and places her hands on her narrow hips. “That’s Spencer.”
She’s inches away, close enough for me to actually hear every breath she takes. Each soft intake of air feels like an invisible arm pulling me toward her.
Everything inside me is screaming—from the elation, and relief, of getting the building. From the irritation of Hadley intervening. From the proximity of her body to mine and from the smug look she’s flipping my way.
“Did you want this or not, Mach?”
“Clarify this.”
“Fuck you.”
I grin. “Is that an offer?”
Her arms cross over her chest, but the posture is muted by the way her lips part. “Clearly not.” She flushes. “But thanks for going there.”
“It was your mind that went straight to the gutter.”
She drops her arms at the same time she pulls her lip between her teeth. She’s definitely not doing it for my benefit because she has no way to know how hard it is for me not to reach forward and run my thumb along her jaw and free it. There’s no way she knows this is the exact look, complete with the lust in her eyes I’m scared of never seeing again, that I replay as I lie in bed alone and get off to memories of being entangled in my sheets with her.
“You could’ve just said thank you,” she points out.
“I could’ve.”
“You should’ve.”
“I would’ve if you hadn’t sidetracked me.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Whatever. You’ve never thanked me for anything in your life.”

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It was a bad start to my week.
Or shall I say, he was a bad start to my week.
Ashton Scott.
Presumptuous, arrogant asshole.
He barrelled into my office and demanded I sell him my property.
I said no.
He said everything is for sale.
He also said he always gets what he wants.
Well, Ashton Scott can kiss my ass. He’s not getting this.
There’s only one problem with that.
The man just doesn’t give up. And now he’s decided he wants me, too.
He’s sexy AF.

He wears a suit like nobody’s business.
And his bossiness turns me on in ways I can’t even understand.
But I’m not going down without a fight.
Or at least, I wasn’t…
My fight is what Ashton loves the most.
Of course it is.
Send wine.

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♥️🔥♥️🔥Review By TashaM ♥️🔥♥️🔥

Nina Levine has been giving the world Asshole Monday for a long long time. But I was never a patient woman so I couldn’t wait… but you know Patience is highly rewarded. And to say I was Rewarded is an understatement of the year.
This book was Fucking Phenomenal. I pulled an all nighter with this Fantastic Story and it’s characters. I always adored King but Ashton Booted King of the Throne.
This story will capture you. You will be obsessed with Ashton and Lorelei. Fuck food, water and bathing… non of those tasks will be completed once you get enthralled in this beautiful story. This book has so many amazing points and views.

The Dialogue, the banter, the sex,the humour, right down to the humor it all is so well done.
Ashton is undoubtedly a bulldozing arsehole but he damn sure has met his match… Lorelei is no man’s doormat. She gives as good as she gets. She never backs down and that was utterly refreshing….
Don’t take that for there not being plenty Sexy time cos I’m here to let you know it’s fucking on Fire.

There are such amazing side characters and I really want their stories Nina. You can’t help falling in love with them just like you fall in love with everything in this story.

Grab this book ladies. You will spellbound and after you will give my a huge fuck you for the funk you will be in…

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This Thing of Ours by Sarah Curtis
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“I want you for who you are, not in spite of it.” – Gabriella Conti

For ten years, Gabby had wanted only one person—Marco Bianchi. But he was off-limits. Right-hand man to her brother, Nico, she knew he would never think of her as more than his boss’s little sister.
But when tragedy strikes, things change.
Leaving Gabby to wonder if maybe her feelings weren’t as one-sided as she’d thought.

“I threaten, torture, maim, and kill. My honor is the only good piece of me I have left.” – Marco Bianchi
Growing up with nothing, honor and loyalty meant everything to Marco. Which was why Gabriella Conti was off-limits, even if she was his obsession. Because, as badly as he wanted Gabriella, he knew her brother would never approve.
And he owed Nico everything.
But with the Russians in town, things were about to change.
Marco needed to protect his girl.

🔥🖤🔥🖤Review By TashaM 🔥🖤🔥🖤

Sarah Curtis has given me the Hottest Mafia Series ever. I can’t fucking choose who is hotter Nico or now Marco. This woman knows definitely how to keep us engrossed. Sarah Well done lady…. I read this in one sitting….

This book is about Marco. He is Nico’s right hand and best Friend. Marco falls for the best Friend’s sister Gabrielle. She, I adored already. I’m so glad we got her book.

Watching a girl who fell in love when was a teenager get the guy eventually is always such a delight for me.
Don’t get me wrong there is plenty of action and suspence… enough to keep sitting on the edge of your seat.
Their love story is beautiful. Their chemistry is Sizzling and the Sex is Frakking Hottttt.

I adored their banter and Dialogues. Really everything about this book keeps you captured.

PS I Freaken adored the Poem…

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Ringing Her Bell

Mitchell Paige

Genre: Contemporary Romance


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The only thing harder than Tristan Dreth’s right hook is Ashley Cole’s impact on him. She blind-sided him in a way that no one else ever could.

By the time they realized their relationship was forbidden, it was too late. They were both already seeing stars.

Will Ashley knock-out Tristan in the first round? Or, will his mysterious and dark past help them go the distance?

🥊🥊🥊🥊Review by TashaM 🥊🥊🥊🥊

This is Mitchell Paiges first book, he definitely has talent and can’t wait to see where goes next. MMA alpha romance book. Was sweet and raw. Tristen and Ashley are made for each other.and watching them fall for each other sweet and Hot.
Grab it now and know that even thought it’s a Novella you still get all the feels.

His eyes remained closed as he took a drink of his scotch, and he let out a barely noticeable wince every time he breathed. His trimmed eyebrows formed a smooth bow across stressed and weathered eyes. His chiseled jawline and high cheekbones were dotted with deep purple bruises, lightly hidden by the lighting. I glanced down at his all-too-well-fitting suit. It looked expensive, and…yup, obviously has been tailored, if not bespoke.

My eyes caught his hand as he lowered the glass, and his knuckles were also covered in bruises. Dear God, he’s a drug dealer, I thought to myself as I almost gasped in horror. Oh shit. My eyes darted back to his massive, bruised, hands. What if he’s an assassin?

“So what exactly is it that you do, Tristan?” I hesitantly asked, trying not to let him know how freaked out I was.

“Well, I recently took up a job in academia,” he responded, while staring me down with burning brown eyes, and a smug smirk traced across parted thin lips.

“Bullshit,” I responded, completely forgetting about the filter I had been trying to set up. His wolfishly smug expression had been replaced with an astonishingly boyish grin. His clean shaven cheeks had even gone a bit red.

“So far today, I have beaten the shit out of a man, watched two women fight, smoked some fine weed, and even managed to go above fifty in New York City traffic.” I stared at him, bewildered by the words coming out of his mouth. He let out one of those overconfident half-sigh, half-laugh things, and looked me dead in the eyes again. “But somehow, you are by far the most interesting part of my day.”

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms and legs, attempting to pull off my best impression of Blaire Maldorf from my favorite television show, The Gossiping Gal. “That’s a hell of a line, Tristan. Do you use it on all of the girls?”

To my surprise he let out a laugh, and leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, that probably sounded corny as hell. But, it’s true.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked while releasing the tension in my eyebrows, and letting my face relax after a miserable attempt at a “bitch face.”


“Well”—I let out with a sigh—“you still haven’t actually answered my question. Or, well, you have, but you lied.”

“No lie,” he said, while still leaning back in his chair and sipping his scotch, unphased by anything I’d said. “I’m a teacher…however, I’m also a minor-pro MMA fighter.”

I stared at him with a dropped jaw, and let the stupid grin he had in response roll right off my back. Teaches little kids by day, and fights in the ring at night, I fantasized to myself while I changed my expression from a dropped jaw to biting my bottom lip. Talk about the living embodiment of “prince in the streets, and freak in the sheets.”


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Chased Into Love
by Rochelle Paige

He stayed away from trouble…
Mark Anderson was a steadfast kind of guy. He did all the right things—earned his MBA, worked hard, dated appropriate women—but he was still single when it seemed like everyone around him was happily coupled up.

Until it came barreling his way in a tempting package…
Ariana Valenti had always been a party girl. But after a major wake-up call, she’s a reformed one. Except not everyone in Las Vegas has gotten the message, which sends her running to Chicago…and straight into Mark’s arms.

Chased Into Love can be read as a standalone. Each book in the Bachelorette Party Series features a different couple.

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🍸🍸🍸Review by TashaM🍸🍸🍸

Another Sweet and Hot Read by the amazing Rochelle Paige.

This was a quick easy read. With all the fluff and drama that we get in this series. Chased into Love is Ariana’s and Marks story. All which we had Glimpses of in the previous books.
Grab this book. It’s really awesome!!!

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Release Date: September 18th

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I watched her.
I knew I shouldn’t. It was a mistake. Wrong. Forbidden.
A glimpse of heaven before a depraved angel led me to hell.
One email was all it would take to end the torture. A simple email, dropping Eden Wilder from my class and my life.
But I couldn’t do it. I was selfish—taking any bit of her I could.
That’s how addictions start. You give in just a little. Just once. Before long, your obsession has grown into a violent storm, shrouding you in darkness as it consumes your thoughts. Consumes your whole damn life. And everything you’ve worked for is gone.
But you honestly don’t give a f*ck. You’d serve your soul up on a silver platter for your addiction.
And she was mine.
Warning: Recommended for readers 18+ due to strong adult language, themes, and a stalkerific hero who puts the FUN in dysfunctional. Enjoy!

🔥🤤🔥🤤 Review By TashaM 🔥🤤🔥🤤

Holy Mother Fucker what an adventure I went on today with Layla Frost. This book was written so perfectly and written to grip the readers from the first page. That’s exactly what was accomplished. I was so enthralled witb this book that I read it in one sitting. I was completely lost in the lustful world Layla was weaving.

This book is a little taboo and a whole lotta Hot. OMFG this book will make you wanna take a cold shower several times. Definitely a change of panties is needed.

Professor Caine and Eden have instant chemistry. Their attraction towards each other is palpable. Watching them fight it was really a worthy attempt and during that Slow Burn you don’t even get bored. Those that know me know I Loath Slow Burn but Layla is a magician she had Hypnotized me with a beautiful love story in the works.

Caine is every women’s dream. I fucking adored him and his possessive, stalkerish ways. His affection and care for Eden warms your heart. He makes it very clear this isn’t a dirty secret, he isn’t in it just for fuck but infact he is in it for the long haul. He sees a future with her. Even when Eden fights him, pushes him away, the man stands strong in fighting for her against everything.
He shows all he wants to do is love her the way she deserves and take care of her the way she deserves.

A few bombs are dropped. A few nail biting scenes when you say “Ohhh Snap did that Just happen”
Plenty times you wanna giggle and smile at their intelligent Banter.
The dialogue was written superbly.
I Loved every single thing about this book. It will be such a shame if anyone passes up this book ….

Grab it now and meet one helleva Alpha and His Crop…

💕💕💕💕Author bio💕💕💕💕

Layla Frost has always been a rebel. A true badass.
Growing up, Layla used to hide under her blanket with a flashlight to read the Sweet Valley High books she pilfered from her older sister. It wasn’t long before she was reading hidden Harlequins during class at school. This snowballed into pulling all-nighters after the promise of “just one more chapter”.
Her love of reading, especially the romance genre, took root early and has grown immeasurably.
In between reading and writing, Layla spends her free time rocking out (at concerts, on the couch, in the car… Anywhere is a stage if you get into it enough), watching TV (the nerdier the better!), and being a foodie. Though she lives in NY (the state, not the city), she’s an avid Red Sox fan.

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#NewRelease PROFESSOR FEELGOOD by Leisa Rayven @LeisaRayven #MastersOfLove2 #Standalone #Swoony #5Stars

Don’t miss this sexy new standalone from the international bestselling author of Bad Romeo!


From the very first moment I picked up Professor Feelgood I was drawn right into this story. It is so full of humor and heart with amazing characters that I couldn’t help but fall in love with (and a few that I completely hated!)

“Your words are just so … visceral. They’re full of passion, and longing, and pain, and how you write …I shake my head in awe. “It affects people.”

Asha Tate is looking for an idea for a bestseller. She needs this bestseller to secure a promotion, to possibly keep her job and ultimately save the publishing company she works for.

“Plus, any guy who rips open his chest to show how damaged he is definitely rates as extra-boneable. You should offer to soothe his poor heartsick soul, with like, your mouth around his cock.”

A few chapters in and I was sure that I had this story figured out, but boy was I wrong! I was surprised at every little twist and turn. I loved this story and I can’t wait to read more stories with these characters!

-5 Stars!-


What’s a girl to do when a man who’s countless shades of wrong feels oh-so-right?

Ambitious book editor Asha Tate is a hopeless romantic. Despite her mediocre track record with men, she believes in swooning, sighing, and the everlasting love of true soul mates. Sure, sex is okay, but she’s not someone who’s ever been driven by her animal urges.

Until now.

When Asha stumbles upon the scorching hot Instagram feed of someone calling himself Professor Feelgood, she falls in lust for the first time. Not only is she left panting over the professor’s insane body, but his angst-filled poetry about losing his one true love speaks straight to her soul.

Desperately in need of a bestseller for her struggling publishing company, Asha knows the professor’s potential to sell to his millions of loyal followers could be the lifeline her bosses need. However, the ink is barely dry on a book deal before she realizes she’s made a terrible mistake. Sure, the professor is incredibly talented and sexier than any man has a right to be, but the man behind the persona isn’t at all who she pictured. In real life, he’s intense, arrogant and infuriating, and his uncanny ability to rub her the wrong way turns her dream project into a total nightmare.

Knowing that the professor is everything she doesn’t want in a man should help Asha ignore her occasional urges to mount him, but she quickly learns that explosive, unwanted chemistry can make even smart people do stupid things.

Don’t miss this sexy new standalone from the international bestselling author of Bad Romeo!

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The “What If” Duet

If We Leap: Prequel – Release day – August 23
If We Fall: Book One – Release Day August 30
If We Fly: Book Two – Sept 13

If We Fly: Book Two – Sept 13

We fell in love. Then our world fell apart.

I wished so hard for Cole Danforth. And one day, he came true. He was my first crush, my first lover, my first and only love. He should also have been my last.

But in a split-second, we were ripped apart, our lives broken, my heart shattered. After ten years, I’ve returned to my hometown, the place of my greatest joy and darkest pain.

Cole is still here, but the beautiful boy I’d loved is gone. Now he’s a ruthless, unforgiving man determined to feed both my resentment and my lust.

Then our torturous past encroaches again, trapping us in a violent storm.

But this time, there is no escape.

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If We Fall: Book One – Release Day August 30

We fell in love. Then our world fell apart.

I wished so hard for Cole Danforth. And one day, he came true. He was my first boyfriend, my first lover, my first and only love. He should also have been my last.

But in a split-second, we were ripped apart, our lives broken, my heart shattered. After ten years, I’ve returned to my hometown, the place of my greatest joy and darkest pain.

Cole is still here, but the beautiful boy I’d loved is gone. Now he’s a ruthless, unforgiving man determined to feed both my resentment and my lust.

Then our torturous past encroaches again, trapping us in a violent storm.

But this time, there is no escape.

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While I’ll take Josie wherever I can get her, I’d rather be with her at the cottage than anywhere else. Reminds me of our cramped apartment where we were always bumping into each other and never had enough room.
As both a girl and an artist, Josie came with stuff. Hair bands. Fuzzy socks. Premium pastels. A thousand tubes of lip balm. I loved her stuff because I loved her. But I’d also been baffled by her inability to hang up a sweatshirt.
Her cottage isn’t any neater, which is just one reason I like it there. She doesn’t answer my knock. I unlock the door and let myself in.
She’s sprawled on the bed in the sunroom, her body moving with quick, shallow breaths indicating a restless sleep. One shapely legs rests over a pillow, and her T-shirt is pulled up far enough to reveal the curve of her ass encased in panties printed with purple butterflies.
Much as I love the sight of her, I dislike like her insomnia, the way she sleeps in fits and starts. Though I haven’t seen evidence of a nightmare, that doesn’t mean she’s not still having them. And going back to the accident site…
My chest tightens. I sit in a chair by the window and rub a hand over the back of my neck.
Two weeks. That’s it. Then she’s gone. After that…hell, you don’t have to think about after. You just need to make sure the truth stays locked down. That means keeping her away from Peterson and any reminders.
Or taking her away.
A roll of half-opened Lifesavers rests on the windowsill. Peeling it open, I find a red one and stick it in my mouth. Sugar and cherry spill over my tongue.
“You’re going to pay for that.” Her sleep-husky voice draws my attention.
She’s watching me, her arms around a pillow.
“I’ll share.” I push to my feet.
“You’d better.”
After crossing the room in three strides, I sink onto the bed beside her and lower my mouth to hers. Though I had every intention of talking to her first, her kiss fires me with heat. The tension in my chest loosens. I brush her silky hair back from her face and slide my hand over her cheek. Breathe in her strawberry smell. My unease slides away, overpowered by her soft sweetness.
She flicks her tongue into my mouth and over the cherry candy. After passing it to her, I lower her back onto the bed. My dick is already getting hard. I cup her breasts and rub my thumbs over her nipples, urging them to tighten. Josie sighs and shifts, hooking her legs around my thighs and wiggling her hips against me.
“You need to stop wearing jeans when you’re here.” She pushes me away and rises up to unbutton my jeans and shove them off. “Makes it hard for this spontaneous sex thing we’ve got going on.”
“I’m always hard for this spontaneous sex thing.” I shed my clothes before climbing on top of her again. Nuzzling my nose into her neck, I lick the hot hollow of her throat. I fucking love that tender little spot where her pulse beats so fast.
I inch my hand up her shirt, pulling it up far enough to expose her breasts, her pink nipples sticking straight up. The sight of her naked body jerks my cock into full hardness. Josie breathes out a moan and grasps my dick.
“God, Cole.” She shifts, urging me closer and parting her cherry-red lips. “Put it in my mouth.”
“Not this time.” With effort, I detach her hand from me and bend to kiss her breasts, pulling her nipple into my mouth. Her groan of satisfaction fires my lust hotter. I slide my hand between her thigh and into her pussy. Ah, fuck, my girl is already wet and primed, like she’s been waiting for me.
Moving lower on the bed, I push her thighs open. She rises to her elbows, her eyes widening. “Cole…”
When we first got together, it had taken her a long time to let me go down on her. No matter how aroused she was or how careful I was, she’d tense up and get self-conscious about being so exposed. But we’d both persisted, and I’d started with gentle licks of my tongue that soon had her panting and pumping her hips. And when she came…more than once, I’d been unable to hold back and ended up shooting my load all over the bedsheets.
That’s not happening this time.


New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Nina Lane writes hot, sexy romances about professors, bad boys, candy makers, and protective alpha males who find themselves consumed with love for one woman alone. Originally from California, Nina holds a PhD in Art History and an MA in Library and Information Studies, which means she loves both research and organization. She also enjoys traveling and thinks St. Petersburg, Russia is a city everyone should visit at least once. Although Nina would go back to college for another degree because she’s that much of a bookworm and a perpetual student, she now lives the happy life of a full-time writer.
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Title: Marry Me
Series: Lyrics and Love #1
Author: Samantha Lind
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 13, 2018


What do you do when you receive a wedding invitation from the one girl you always thought you would marry?

Sam- Lauren and her twin brother were my best friends growing up. She captured my heart from the moment I first saw her dancing through the sprinkler. I always kept my feelings hidden though, standing back as she dated other guys, afraid to cross that line and risk losing her. I even went out with a few girls myself, but no one ever measured up.
Then that dreaded day arrived, and I knew I’d lost her forever.

Lauren- Sam was always my constant. My rock. My best friend. That feeling, the one I only got around him, had never been matched by another man. But Sam never showed me he felt anything more for me than friendship, so I moved on…
Now, standing at the end of the aisle, ready to walk to my forever, my mind spins with what-ifs. Do I keep moving forward, knowing a man who loves me is at the end? Or do I risk it all, for the one man I’ve always wanted, and hope he wants me in return.

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This was my first read by this author And I have to say that she is really good. Sam’s and Laurens book 2as a quick easy read. Full of Fluff and hot Sexy times.
I Loved watching Childhood love find each other.
What’s meant to be will be and nothing we do can change that…


Samantha Lind is a contemporary romance author. Having spent the first 27 years of her life in Alaska, she now calls Iowa home where she lives with her husband and two sons. She enjoys spending time with her family, traveling, reading, watching hockey, and listening to country music.


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