tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86519254663218255772024-02-26T03:21:31.627-05:00Bits of Books by MonicaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14622767494139463282noreply@blogger.comBlogger191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651925466321825577.post-25458612423144484282015-04-16T15:14:00.000-04:002015-04-16T15:14:08.761-04:00
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Hannah Morgan has been content in her
job in finance until she is passed by for a promotion because she is
to calm, not adventurous enough, afraid to take risks. On the spur of
the moment she quits this job and sets out to see the world, be
adventurous and take some risks. She has started her own blog and she
is going to get some action stories. When she sees a news story about
her old friend race car driver Brody Palmer she decides he is just
the person to help her.</div>
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However, Brody has gotten himself into
one bad publicity stunt too many and his promoters are really upset
with him. The suggestion is that he go into fake retirement for one
year until everything calms down and then try to re-enter the racing
world. This is not sitting well for Brody, he hates sitting around
the ranch doing nothing.</div>
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Out of the blue Hannah shows up, now he
has someone to talk to. So they come to an agreement, she sticks
around for awhile and he helps her with her blog. But alas, the nosey
reporter comes calling one day and Hannah lets it slip that they are
really engaged. Ooops, that is a little closer than the plan
originally intended for.
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Things start to get kinda cute right
about here. Hannah and Brody quickly renew their physical
relationship and then some. Things have always been hot between the
sheets for them and time and distance has certainly not dampened
those feelings. The sex scenes are hot and frequent, just how I like
them.</div>
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I thought the author did a great job on
this story. It is a perfect read for an evening spent snuggling on
the couch or lounging in a lawn chair. The story moved quickly and
kept me entertained from the first page. I love Hannah and Brody as
well as the characters of their friends and family. I would rate this
story a 5/5.</div>
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Dorsey is running out of time. Her biological clock is ticking, quite
loudly. If she is going to have a baby, she needs to take some
drastic measures and quickly. She weighs all her options carefully
and decides to have a one night stand and hope for the best. She
hijacks her stash of condoms to help things out a little bit. In true
Quinn fashion things do not always go completely as planned.</div>
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Dak Savage is gorgeous and scared of
commitment. He only goes out with woman that know the score. No
commitments needed or wanted, sex only. He specifically stays away
from bar pick ups tending only to stick with women whose history is
known to him. On the night that he runs into Quinn at the local bar
his rules are all broken and they spend the weekend together having
hot monkey sex.</div>
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both bitten by the love bug and refuse to admit it or refuse to see
it. I loved to see how they both danced around the truth.
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I thought the author did a great job on
the whole story line. Quinn has had a lack luster sex life in the
past and is blown away by all techniques that Dak uses on her. These
scenes were hot hot hot. I believe it was love at first sight for
these two. I enjoyed the way that the secondary characters played
such a large roll in the story both his family and her friends. I
would rate this story a 5/5 and would definitely read more by this
author.
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This story was given to me in exchange for an honest review.
I saw the previews and thought, sounds interesting, I was hoping that the
author could deliver and give me something that I could sink my teeth into. It
is a first in the series book and as such its job was to introduce the
characters and story line. I think that this story went way beyond what my
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Mia is the daughter of a well known mafia man whom she purposely
keeps her distance from as she does not want to be apart of that world. And
then fellow mafia kingpin Shane O’Mara sees her one night and work and is
instantly infatuated with her and decides that he needs to have her. His
solution is to kidnap her and make her his. </div>
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“I have to own you completely to know that you’re mine.”</div>
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Now Mia does not bend easily to his will and there are some
scenes that are definitely non consensual and contains some scenes with
violence. There is rough sex and Mia finds that something inside her is brought
to life with his rough treatment; she is made to face her inner most secret
darkest desires. She hates him, she hates where she is, and now she hates
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When you accept the way the storyline is going, and think
that you have things figured out then…. Watch out, there will be an ending that
you just do not see coming, I was completely shocked and left wanting
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This was a new author for me. I am really impressed. I would
recommend her story to all dark romance lovers. It does push a few buttons but
does not cross the line. I loved it. I can’t wait until the next segment.</div>
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</span><span style="font-size: small;"></span><br /></b><span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>August 19, 2014:: </b></span><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">Kensington Publishing Corp. has announced an exclusive partnership with retailer Books-A-Million to launch Lyrical High Notes, a new program through which select titles from the publisher’s digital imprint will be brought to print for the first time. These special editions will be made available for a limited period exclusively at Books-A-Million as trade paperbacks with a consumer-friendly price point of $12.95.</span></span><br />
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Steven Zacharius, President and CEO of Kensington Publishing Corp, said, "We’re thrilled to be partnering with Books-A-Million to extend the readership of these fresh and edgy books. Each of the titles chosen for the Lyrical High Notes program was highly successful in its e-only format, and these special printed editions will give our digital-first authors the retail presence that they deserve." <br />
</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">The program will launch in November 2014 with the release of three </span></span><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">USA Today </span></span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">bestselling romances previously available only as eBooks: </span></span><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">Consumed </span></span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">by Rebecca Zanetti, </span></span><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">Shadowed </span></span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">by Rebecca Zanetti and </span></span><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">Playing the Game </span></span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">by M. Q. Barber. Following the release of two more trade paperbacks in January 2015, </span></span><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">Crossing the Line </span></span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">by M.Q. Barber and </span></span><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">Better than Perfect </span></span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">by Kristina Mathews, the program will continue with one new release per month for the remainder of the year. Books-A-Million will be the exclusive retailer for the Lyrical High Notes trade paperback editions for each title’s initial three months in print. </span></span><br />
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Kensington and Books-A-Million also have teamed up on a multi-channel campaign to promote the launch of the new program through online, social media, event and print marketing. In addition, a "Lyrical High Notes Welcome Committee" of bloggers will be tapped to support the arrival of the new books in print with online giveaways and virtual events. <br />
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These online initiatives will be coupled with an equally robust offline push that includes prominent in-store placement and a launch party on November 8, 2014 with Rebecca Zanetti and M.Q. Barber at the Books-A-Million store in York, PA. In advance of the release, each of the 260 Books-a-Million stores in the US will also receive a "Lyrical Launch Pack" containing promo items including branded notepads that will be given as </span><br /></span><span style="font-size: small;">free gifts to the first customers who purchase one of the line’s debut releases in November, personal thank you notes from the debut authors, and special gifts for the store employees. <br />
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Alexandra Nicolajsen, Associate Director of Social Media & Digital Sales at Kensington Publishing, said, "Kensington is a house where we pride ourselves on getting behind authors to help grow their careers—from their debuts to becoming bestsellers. This new Lyrical/Books-A-Million partnership will continue to build on that idea. Creating an in-store presence for Lyrical books along with additional marketing and promotion across all channels—in-person, in print, social media—will bring even more exposure to these successful titles." <br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;">Rebecca Zanetti, Kensington’s </span><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">New York Times </span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;">and </span><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">USA Today </span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;">bestselling Lyrical Press author, commented on her upcoming print release saying, "As a reader, I love wandering the aisles in a traditional book store, and thus I’m thrilled that Books-A-Million will be featuring </span><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">Consumed </span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;">and </span><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">Shadowed </span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;">on their shelves!" </span><br />
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Currently, Lyrical is looking to acquire innovative new fiction in all romance genres (especially suspense and historicals with unique settings), compelling psychological fiction and thrillers, women’s fiction, YA, new adult, and cozy mysteries. <br />
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</span><br /></span><br /></b><span style="font-size: small;">Founded in 1974 by the late Walter Zacharius, Kensington Publishing Corp. is located in New York City and is known as "America’s Independent Publisher." As the foremost independent commercial publishing house in the United States providing hardcover, trade paperback, mass market, and digital releases, Kensington publishes the books that America wants to read. <br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;">The house of </span><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri; font-size: small;">New York Times </span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;">bestselling authors, including Fern Michaels, Lisa Jackson, Joanne Fluke, William W. Johnstone, and many others, Kensington publishes over 500 fiction and non-fiction titles each year. Its diverse imprints include Zebra Books, Brava, Citadel Press, Dafina, Pinnacle Books, Aphrodisia, KTeen, and Lyrical Press are well known for providing readers with a range of popular genres such as romance, women’s fiction, African American, young adult and nonfiction, as well as true-crime, western, and mystery titles. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14622767494139463282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651925466321825577.post-45413514908054167932014-10-31T11:23:00.001-04:002014-10-31T11:23:30.875-04:00
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This story was gifted to me in exchange for an honest
review. I have personally read every single one of this series. I think it is
one of the best sci-fi romantic series in books. I eagerly await the next
installments.</div>
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Commander Stavros Rii has found himself almost stuck on
Earth after they declared war, he was been hiding in shadows as not to get
caught by EPB, The Earth Protection Bureau. One night as he is trying to get to
the HKR Building he comes across an assault in progress and is unable to resist
stepping in to help the girl in need.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Charlie Sayer is an EPB and she witnesses his helping the girl escape
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Now Stavros is a Sin Eater, he feels the pain of others and
when Charlie is experiencing some severe menstrual cramps he is feeling them
with her and manages to get out off his bonds and get them both on the mother
ship so that he can heal her. LOL, it was a really cute scene. I was definitely
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Once on the ship things get a little bit more dramatic as
they two of them need to band together in order to find the Heart of Love and
try to save earth. They have to pretend to be a couple newly bonded and this
proves to be quite difficult for them. There are some tender scenes in true
Evangeline style as they get to know one another a little bit better. The tasks
that are set out for them to complete are written with great imagination. The
sexual scenes were also well done. I loved the cold room. The transparent
clothing was also quite entertaining and the character with two heads was
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I have been a fan of Evangeline Anderson for quite some time
now. This is an author that never lets her fans down and manages to write
winner after winner of a story. I would rate this story a 5/5 and am anxiously
awaiting my next visit with the Brides of the Kindred.</div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><em style="line-height: 19px;">Second chances are the sweetest—and the hottest.</em></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><br style="line-height: 19px;" /></i><span style="line-height: 19px;">It took a spectacularly embarrassing break-up to knock Steve Moonshine Coleman off his lazy butt. In the ten months since that night, he’s changed his ways, and now that Melody’s back in town, it’s time for this sweet-talking cowboy to convince her to get back in the saddle with him.</span><br style="line-height: 19px;" /><br style="line-height: 19px;" /><span style="line-height: 19px;">A return to her veterinary position in Rocky Mountain House was always in the cards for Melody Langley. Getting back together with Steve? Never part of the plan. He had lots of potential but zero ambition, and there’s no way she’ll accept anything less than a man who can keep up with her, in and out of bed.</span><br style="line-height: 19px;" /><br style="line-height: 19px;" /><span style="line-height: 19px;">But the new-and-improved cowboy is impossible to resist, so Melody issues a challenge. Three months to prove he’s reformed. Three months of Steve orchestrating one sexual indulgence after another—wicked distractions from the old boys’ club Melody faces at work and Steve’s growing responsibilities.</span><br style="line-height: 19px;" /><br style="line-height: 19px;" /><span style="line-height: 19px;">He’s got one shot to prove with more than words what’s in his heart and soul.</span></span></div>
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A broken down truck with smoke coming from the hood is not
what Veterinarian Melody Langley was imaging her first encounter with
ex-boyfriend Steve Coleman when she heads back into town. But alas, he is the
one that arrives to help her out. They had broken up before she left town
because Melody did not feel she was important enough to him. Times have changed
now and Steve is all about convincing her that she was wrong, to prove that he
is a changed man now, a man that knows how to treat a woman good.</div>
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Melody is not convinced but promises to give him three
months grace, but with these words of warning “ You’re too vanilla for me.”
This prompts Steve into doing some research so that he can be the man she is
looking for. It seems to work and soon they are hot and bothered between the
sheets, in the car and out in the barn. He realizes that he needs to step up
his game and goes about it perfectly. He tries to take her wants and needs into
consideration and spends more time with her going out with friends and hanging
with family. This was something that they never did before, before it was
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The author did a great job on this story. It has great
personality. Melody is a tuff cookie who is constantly needing to prove herself
as a vet to the old-timers in town. Steve is right there to hold her hand and
encourage her. They sex scenes were hot and steamy and frequent. I though the author
did a great job here, this story had a nice length to it and had the perfect
amount of loving. I also enjoyed that there were so many extra characters in
family and friends. It was easy to get involved in everyone’s lives.</div>
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Time will tell if Steve has changed enough to prove to
Melody he is worth keeping around. I hope that you enjoy the journey as much as
I did. I would rate this story a 4/5.</div>
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All Major Patrick MacLean wanted was Christmas with the woman and child who were his family in everything but name. But Captain Samantha Egan has come back from the war a different woman than the one who left - and she doesn't know if she can love him anymore.</div>
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But neither of them counted on the determination of a little girl they both call daughter and if Natalie has her wish, her parents may have no idea what's coming for them. It's going to take Christmas miracle to bring these two wounded warriors back from the edge of a broken heart. </div>
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It was not a gentle kiss. It was not tame or timid or questioning.</div>
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It burned her down to the root of Sam's soul. It touched something deep and dark and hidden.</div>
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Something she'd thought was long since dead and buried and gone.</div>
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Patrick’s tongue slid against hers, stroking to life the very sensations she thought she'd never feel again.</div>
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It was electric, the feel of his mouth against hers. The scrape of stubble against her chin, the taste of him. The smell of his skin.</div>
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He nipped her. Pinched her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked it. And she sighed at the pleasure, at the raw ache his taste and touch aroused in her, pushing aside the darkness that haunted her.</div>
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Sam felt him. Felt everything. The heat of his skin. The warmth that drew her closer. That made her want to crawl into his lap and unzip his pants and push up that damned flannel shirt until they were skin to skin and there was nothing between them but sweat and heat.</div>
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"Dear lord how many layers of clothing do you have on under this thing," he muttered against her lips.</div>
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She smiled. "You weren't wondering why I wasn't cold?"</div>
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"Well you'd be a champ at strip poker right about now," he murmured.</div>
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doing when she phones up her father and lets him know that she is missing him
and mommy Captain Samantha Egan is sad. Samantha has recently come home from
war and she is having a hard time coping and thus she has left her husband and
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Patrick immediately rushes into action and arrives in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Maine</st1:place></st1:state> to surprise
Samantha and try to convince her that they belong together. This is hard for
Samantha as she feels her heart is dead inside. Not only did she serve her
country in time of war and have those battle wounds to bear but she also
watched her best friend die over there. She is having a very hard time dealing
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The author did an amazing job of describing the heartache
that this young soldier is going through. I found myself crying a various parts
throughout the story. Patrick is also a soldier so he knows exactly what
feelings she is experiencing and is trying desperately to get through to her.
But he also knows that she needs to get some professional counseling.</div>
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I thought the scene at the mall with Santa was just
breathtaking. This author certainly has an insight into the anquish that
Samantha was experiencing yet managed to keep this book light enough so that we
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Patrick is on a mission to awaken feelings in Samantha that
she believes she is incapable of feeling again. My heart goes out for these
two. Their pain was evident in every page, in every interaction, in every kiss.
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I thought this story was a perfect quick Christmas read. It
has all the elements of a lovely romantic read. I would give it a 5/5.</div>
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continues to write one winning story after another and this one does not
disappoint. This is the third story in this series and I think it is my
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Tatiana Cordova works as a well know actress and her best
friend is Liam Callahan who is the Manager at Casanova BDSM Club. They spend a
lot of their spare time together hanging out, eating dinners and watching
movies. They are both are harboring secret love feelings but are scared to act
out on them in case their friendship suffers.</div>
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One night she goads him into punishing her, and causes him
to spank her. This is above all of her expectations and she finds herself
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Tatiana has never been able to enjoy sex, she has never had
an orgasm and her girlfriends all suggest that Liam should be the one to change
that status for her. After the punishment when her emotions and adrenalin is
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“ Liam, will you make love to
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Thus begins that love story
that is Tia and Liam. Now Tia has been through a lot of crap as she was growing
up and she does not feel she is loveable because of the three secrets she is
holding on to. She needs to be able to open up and share these in order to move
forward with her life. Hopefully Liam is man enough to be there for her both
physically and emotionally. </div>
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“When it is the woman that
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With those thoughts and
feelings he is bound to be there for her, but he needs to tread carefully least
she spook.</div>
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I thought this story was the
best! It dragged me in from the beginning. The characters have tremendous depth
to them. Tia’s history is heartbreaking but it makes her the strong person that
she is. I thought the sex scenes were perfect, just a little bit of kink, the
right amount of sex and yet still very believable and easy to read. I liked
that there was an in-depth story as well, I dislike reading a book that totally
focuses only on bedroom scenes. There is just something I tend to love about
best friends becoming lovers. I was rooting for them from the beginning. I
would rate this story a 5/5 and would eagerly read another story by <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Tara Crescent</st1:address></st1:street>.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Try Me On For Size</span></div>
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Stephanie Haefner</div>
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This story was gifted to me in exchange for an honest review
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I was in the mood for a light humorous read and so I thought
I would give it a go. I needed something to distract me and make me laugh. I made
a good choice. This story is full of fresh story lines and get me captivated
from the first page. The characters were likable and well thought out.</div>
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Classy ‘n’ Sassy Lingerie is the name of her business and it
is experiencing a distinct slump in sales. A very bad, we might be loosing our
shirts slump. There is a need to do something drastic to bring in customers.
They decide to launch a new line of special order female toys, but they need a
male model to base it on. Here comes the humorous part, Mia Montanari is going
to personally audition the men to see if they meet the appropriate criteria.
This includes size and shape. Eeks, this promises to be entertaining. After a
mix-up at the bar while waiting for subject number 1, she inadvertently goes
home with a stranger and has the best sex ever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The only problem with secrets is that they tend to come out and soon Mia
finds out that her candidate number one is really an imposter. It, however is
too late and he becomes one of her male models.</div>
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The secrets that Oliver has been hiding from Mia are
unfortunately not quite all revealed yet and they tend to include a fiancé. Oh
oh, this does not look good, especially because Mia is having amorous feelings
towards him. There is also the matter of Mia’s family, she has a father that is
harassing her to work for him and a pregnant sister that is trying to guilt her
into the same end result. </div>
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Mia just wants to live her life the way that she wants. She
is pouring herself heart and soul into this new product line and opening her
heart up to Oliver. This has the potential to be a very tricky situation as the
supposed fiancée is not happy about Oliver’s new job. </div>
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The author does a great job with this story line. The amount
of secondary characters is large but I never lost my place, it was easy to keep
up with who was who and they all had integral parts in the story. Her family
was horrible, I loved them, the fiancée with her pretend pregnancy was evil, I
loved her too, the business partner Brynn added a dose of friendship to the
story and the other chosen model Ryan was just likeable from the get go.</div>
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This was not just a simple story of trying to save a
business with an insanely funny promotional idea, it had a lot of depth and an
amazing amount of twists and turns. When I thought the story was heading in one
direction the author surprised me and turned the story another way. </div>
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I would rate this story a 5/5 and would definitely be
interested in reading more by this author.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>Enchanted and Desired</em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">by: Eva Simone</span><br />
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This story was gifted to me in exchange for an honest
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This is the second story in the series and if you enjoyed
the first one, this one is even hotter. This is the continuation of the story
of Jessica and Simon. They had explosive sex in Intrigued and Enchanted and
they continue to dance around one another. They both admit that the attraction
between the two of them was instant, unsettling and way too strong. It makes
Simon anxious to explore things but makes Jess wary and causes her to keep her
distance. Jess has some serious trust issues from her past and does not like
the way that Simon is able to get under her skin, she never, ever spends the
night with a guy, she usually sneaks out after sex. Not only is Simon giving
her the best sex ever he is getting in deeper then anyone ever has. </div>
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Over and over again Jess and Simon play the chase game. They
get together for a hot night of sex, spend some time together and then Jess
bolts because she is scared. Then things get a little bit more complicated as
events come to light that no body is expecting. Jess believes things to be true
and this time she makes a more drastic exit and leaves town.</div>
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These two lovers were hard to keep hold of. The sex was
explosive and often. They connect deeply on a level that we can only hope to
ever achieve, but they also wound deeply and frequently. As often as they were
together they were fighting and thus apart. I loved it, I was rooting for a
happy ending. I was hoping that Jess would let go of her past and be able to
totally trust in Simon. I was hoping that Simon would just be a little bit
calmer and not get so upset whenever Jess had a meltdown. These two are meant
to be together and if they can get through some pretty big misunderstandings
than they might have a chance. </div>
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I would rate this story a 5/5 and would love to read more by
this author.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14622767494139463282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651925466321825577.post-69545188357562675142014-10-16T13:19:00.004-04:002014-10-16T13:19:41.166-04:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A Trouble Maker Novel</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Book Four</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kelly Gendron</span></div>
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J.T. Renton has a interesting job, one that he does solely
because of the joy it brings people. He finds things and returns them to happy
owners. This time is quest is to find a person, a girlfriend that is missing.
He has been given explicit instructions to keep his hands off of her as she
belongs to another. He believes this to be a warning given in vain until he
finds her and spends time with her. She is like no one that he has met before
and the attraction is instant and intense. He fights it, as he morally should.</div>
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Once he finds out that he has “found” the wrong sister and
that she does not belong to anyone, well, all bets are off. However, Sloan is
running from something in her past and she is not looking for a relationship
right now. He will need to break down her walls to discover what she is hiding
and who she is hiding from. Things are bound to get a little bit interesting as
well as dangerous.</div>
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There is also the matter of what J.T. is hiding, the reason
that he offer to search for Sloan’s sister in the beginning, his payment of
that job was a bracelet which he believes is in Sloan’s possession. When she
finds out that he has not told her this she is bound to doubt the feelings that
he professes to have for her.</div>
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I loved this story. I have read the first three and will
definitely continue to read more by this author. She does a great job with
character description as they are very easy to identify with. They story line
sucks you right in and you are crying along with Sloan and cursing beside J.T.
when things get dicey. I loved how there is a great story line as well as some
awesome sex scenes. The characters do not just jump into bed at the beginning
and the sexual tension between them mounts and mounts. I loved it. I would
certainly recommend this story to all romance readers. I would rate it a 5/5.</div>
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">An Heiress in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Venice</st1:place></st1:city></span></span></em></strong></div>
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I have been following <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Tara Crescent</st1:address></st1:street> for a little bit now. I
love how her books are full of imagination, great characters and plenty of
funky sex. She tells the tales of a perfect BDSM romance with the right amount
of domination. Her sex scenes are frequent, well written and encompass plenty
of different scenarios. There is nothing that I, as a reader hate more than
reading the same sex scene scenario over and over again. I digress.</div>
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Alice Blackwell is a widow that has been left a lot of
money, unfortunately she also has a stalker and for that reason she flees to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Venice</st1:place></st1:city>. The stalker
follows her there and leaves nasty notes that prove that he is still watching
her. She is not a strong believer in police protection as they tend to think
she is only seeking attention and thus does not really believe Chief Inspector
Enzo Peron when he comes to investigate. This is echoed by Enzo as he comes
with the mind set that she is making things up.</div>
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These two meet outside of the case by chance one night, at
the local BDSM club where she feels she is safe from prying eyes and experience
an amazing connection. She is willing and eager to repeat this night and they
begin a relationship, sort of. It relieves a lot of stress for her and makes
her feel like an attractive woman again. They see each other frequently at the
club and engage in plenty of mind blowing sex. Unfortunately she believes that
this relationship is one that can not ever be known outside the doors of the
club. One that can not ever know the evil that is trying to control her. </div>
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This might work for <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Alice</st1:place></st1:city>
but Enzo is not happy about going along with it and his police senses are
trying to figure out what is going on. He is interested in a more permanent
relationship and is actively pursuing her. I wonder if her stalker will come to
light? Will she be able to finally live her life without fear? Will Enzo be a
part of the bigger picture? I hope so. I would rate this story a 5/5 ,
recommend it to all romance lovers who enjoy some domination, and I will be
anxiously awaiting the next segment in this series.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Gracelynn is drowning in an existence that fails to fulfill her. A ballerina by trade, she’s devoted her life to the stage, sacrificing adventure for discipline. When her boyfriend gives her permission to want what she’s not supposed to want, can she walk away? Or will she leap?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">She followed the maître d’ to the back of the restaurant, and when he opened a door into a small private dining room, she took a deep breath and followed him. But that deep breath didn’t help her a bit when her eyes met Jasper’s as he looked up to her. She gasped, and his eyes popped open wide in shock. Ian’s back was to her, but as Ian clearly caught the shocked expression on Jasper’s face, he turned toward her, smiling broadly.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Wait!” Ian cried, but there was a smirk on his lips. He stood then, holding his hands up to both of them. “It isn’t about that. I know you’re both pissed at me for that suggestion. Apparently the topic of sharing my girlfriend with my best friend isn’t one I can just throw out there off the cuff. I just wanted to make amends. You’re my best friend, Jasper, and Gray, you’re my girlfriend. I need things to be okay—”</span></b><b style="font-weight: normal;"><div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-a0b2e3e6-ebbc-2ed3-4fa8-d8c521dace35" style="line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdl6RjYdthwM21alr9dhZianmnlI5wbkuHZNua-fWlewcUtjcU4yvwxbvhhTtz93Gt80vtZb2NSHvDm3eV9QK3LHlWOBhF28OJ7Y7Fv7g4Vasj_969XGIGGbFXjJ6yIz8eCuDYVFStoxuL/s1600/gray+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdl6RjYdthwM21alr9dhZianmnlI5wbkuHZNua-fWlewcUtjcU4yvwxbvhhTtz93Gt80vtZb2NSHvDm3eV9QK3LHlWOBhF28OJ7Y7Fv7g4Vasj_969XGIGGbFXjJ6yIz8eCuDYVFStoxuL/s1600/gray+2.png" height="640" width="426" /></a><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">She glared at Ian for a moment as he watched her, and then she shook her head. She followed Jasper’s lead, walking quickly from the room. She had no idea if she was trying to catch up to him or if she was just plain fleeing, and she was leaving it entirely up to whether he was still in the parking lot when she reached it. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she started quickly down the aisle, and then she stopped walking altogether.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">He was there. Not even attempting to leave—just leaning up against the hood of his car, watching her as though he’d been waiting for her to find him. She slowed her gait as she closed the space between them, and he studied every step she took.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I didn’t know you were going to be here either.” She wasn’t really sure what else to say.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“That was quite clear given the expression on your face. I’m sorry.” His ankles were crossed as he leaned casually against the hood of his car, but however casual his posture might be, his intense eyes were boring holes into her skull and sending an invisible shudder through her body.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Jas … I’m really sorry about what I said to you last week after you left my place.” She swallowed painfully as he watched her.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">He shook his head. “Don’t be. I respect your need to put some space between us. You were right to do that—especially after my behavior when I was at your loft. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He was studying her eyes closely. “In fact, I owe you an apology for that little outburst of mine.” He smirked.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">She nodded slowly for a moment. “Well regardless, I’ve regretted those words from the moment they came out of my mouth. They felt wrong.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">When she managed to glance back at him, his jaw was tight and rigid, and his nostrils were flaring as he inhaled slowly.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“You know…” He glanced away for a moment. “…beyond the completely inappropriate things I admitted to you the other night, I actually do just like hanging out with you. I think I was more upset that I couldn’t do that anymore than anything else. But I do understand. And I don’t want you to feel guilty about putting barriers in place between us.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">She nodded. “I like hanging out with you too.” She looked down at the ground between them. “And I don’t need barriers.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Yes.” He looked down at her as they walked slowly back toward the restaurant. “You look nice. I like this dress, and I like your hair down.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Jas looked at her, shaking his head in amusement. “Is this supposed to be an apology?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Yes. Now shut up. As I was saying, however fortunate you both are, I do realize that, on occasion, I get…” He shrugged his shoulders. “…well, what I would consider a pretty damn good idea.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Jas rolled his eyes, studying her some more.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“But!” Ian stuck his finger up in the air, standing from his chair. “The world apparently doesn’t revolve around me and my notions. Can’t imagine why not,” he muttered. “What I’m trying to say—”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Yes. Get on with it already!” Jas cried as she laughed.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I’m sorry.” Ian looked between the two of them. His expression was sincere without the slightest hint of his normal sarcasm or smirk. “My suggestion… Well it put you both in an awkward position, and that was wrong. And I’m sorry.” He sat down then as the waiter entered with a couple bottles of red wine. Ian glanced at her. “I know it’s red, but I couldn’t remember what—”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well, fuck both of you. You’re both going to have to live with a Cab and a Pinot.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Dinner was great, the conversation was even better. They laughed and joked around, and she listened intently as they rehashed their youth for her. Ian was clearly a latchkey kid with little supervision, and that didn’t surprise her in the least. Jas was the outsider who most kids were more fearful of than genuinely interested in knowing, and even though that came with a number of amusing stories related to school pranks and fights, it was still sad to hear in a way. But she soaked it up.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“You remember that day your dad showed up at school and pulled you out in the middle of football practice?” Ian glanced at Jas, but Jas remained silent, nodding subtly. “He rolls up in this old Ford Mustang. It was rough, but it was so cool.” Ian chuckled. “He was a big man, your dad. Comes strolling up with that cool-cat swagger of his, and you just took off with him.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“We took bets whether we’d ever see you again.” Ian was silent then.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">She looked between them, feeling more tension than anything else. Jasper was staring at the table, but it wasn’t irritation. He just seemed to be somewhere else.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well, clearly he came back,” she tried for no other reason than to cut through the thick air that hung around them.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“We didn’t get along so well that week,” Jasper commented with little inflection.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Jasper shook his head subtly. “No.” He said nothing else, and he stared at the table for a moment before blowing out a deep breath of air. When he looked back up to Ian, he smirked. “Way to suck the life out of the party, Ian.” He clapped his hand on Ian’s shoulder, smiling and laughing, and then his focus shifted to Gray, and he studied her for a moment as she took a drink of wine.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“How about you, Gray?” Jasper lifted his own glass to his lips.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">She shrugged. “I danced. Not much more to say.” She knew she sounded lame.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“There’s always more to say,” he responded.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“No, in her case there really isn’t,” Ian tossed out. “If you can believe it, I’m only the second man she’s ever slept with. Still can’t believe all the shit she’s let me do to her,” he commented as an aside.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Jasper’s eyes remained on her, but she glanced down at the table, feeling the hot tendrils of embarrassment coursing through her.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“To take a note from Gray’s book, I’m sure she would have told me that herself if she’d wanted me to know.” Jasper’s voice was warm, and when she glanced up, he was looking directly at her rather than Ian. “That doesn’t mean I don’t think there’s more to say. So spill it, Gray.” He demanded with a gentle smile.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">She smiled. “Okay. I came from a great family with loving parents who supported me perfectly. I started dance when I was young, and … I was good at it.” She thought about what she wanted to say then. “It was all I did. I knew early on that I wanted to make a career of it, and you don’t do that without giving yourself over to it completely. It was my life. I didn’t go out, have fun, do all those normal kid things. I was in a studio practicing.” She shrugged. Yeah, it was more than lame.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Nothing wrong with being disciplined,” Jas offered.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“No…” She thought about that for a moment. “But I missed out on life. While other people were out having adventures—”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“And fucking,” Ian threw out.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">She rolled her eyes. “I was keeping a strict rehearsal schedule.” Her lips pursed, and her brow flinched as she stared at the table.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">But Jaspers warm voice pulled her back to him. “You’re young. You have plenty of time for adventures.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I don’t know,” she mused. “Even at my age I feel like I’ve lost part of my life to my career. It’s funny how life feels like it slips away from you without you even knowing it sometimes.” She watched Jasper’s eyes as she spoke.</span></div>
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The synopsis of this story had me intrigued, it made
promises of all the yummy things that I like to read about, a possible ménage,
rules regarding sex and the promise of lots of sex. What more could I ask for.
I thought this was going to be a quick read revolving around mostly bedroom
scenes and I could not have been more wrong. This story had an unbelievable
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Gracelynn Gray has been in a relationship for awhile with
Ian. She is a professional ballerina and it has been a while since she has
allowed herself the security of a long term relationship. When her playboy
boyfriend offers to allow his friend Jasper to participate in the bedroom she
is shocked and then intrigued. Jaspar sees Gracelynn for the beautiful person
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Soon curiosity and desire gets the better of both of them
and the three of them spend the night together. There are rules laid down by
Ian. There will be no touching on the part of Jaspar. This is so very hard for
him. It was one of the most erotic scenes that I had read in awhile. The
emotions were overwhelming and the desire that Jaspar was feeling jumped off
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Without giving away anymore details, it is safe to let on
that Jaspar and Gracelynn become very good friends. They talk and talk and
talk. When Gracelynn needs a friend to take care of her during a crises, Jaspar
is there while Ian is no where to be found. But remember the rules- no
touching. The sexual tension is off the chart. This is becoming a beautiful
love story.</div>
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This is the first time that I have read anything by this
author and I think it will not be the last, I am looking forward to reading
more of what she has to offer. I thought the story line was fresh and
beautiful. I fell in love with Gray and Jaspar at the beginning and hated Ian
for about that long too. Gray is such a strong and vibrant character and
Jaspar, I believe is perfect for her. I would rate this story a 5/5.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><strong>The Unexpected Trilogy</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>by:Amity Cross</em></span><br /><br />This story was gifted to me in exchange for an honest review by The Book Enthusiast.<br /><br />“Real life isn’t like the movies.”<br /><br />“Each day is an uphill battle to keep your head from going under and drowning in the current of monotony.”<br /><br />Blair Hayden is bored in her life. She is looking for a little spice, a little sexual adventure and she decides to seek out a one night stand. No names, no numbers, just sex. At the bar “Dark” her wish comes true and she has an unforgettable night with a stranger that she dubs “Dark and Dangerous.” West is the guy at the bar that night, a famous musician and he really likes the fact that she does not seem to know who he is.<br /><br />She finds out soon enough, as she has tickets to go see the band play. West and Blair soon strike up a relationship. He has been addicted to the fast moving life of rock stars before and he is now struggling to be in a normal relationship.<br /><br />She lost her parents as a child and finds it difficult to open up to anyone. She usually only does short term romance and has never really been in love.<br /><br />His tour scheduale is demanding for this new couple. It is hard to put up with all the tour stress and try to get to know one another better. They really jumped into things. There are some true feelings there but there will be a lot of baggage and history and outside interference to wade through before any sort of future can be decided upon.<br />These are two lovers that have already had more than their share of heartbreak in the past and I for one am hoping for a happy ever after ending for them both. It will be difficult as they come from totally different childhoods, have different views and values on money and have different outlooks and needs on life. I would rate this story a 4/5.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14622767494139463282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651925466321825577.post-61750964017838331272014-10-02T12:26:00.001-04:002014-10-02T12:26:37.411-04:00
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Alexis Bertrand thought that she had it all, a job that she
liked and a husband she loved. Sure they had been happier at the beginning of
the marriage, things had cooled off a bit now, lately they had been growing
apart and not communication as much, but she was still blown away when he
announced he wanted a divorce, he is in love with somebody else.</div>
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shocking is the news she gets shortly after that- she is pregnant. Her soon to
be ex-husband is not happy with the news and encourages her to end the
pregnancy. Now she is alone and pregnant. Not the life that she had envisioned
for herself. Lucky for her she still has her best friend Kyle DuPont. They have
been friends forever and Kyle has always secretly loved her. It is easy for him
to fall into the role of protector and friend, to even offer physical comfort
when the need arises. And it does often. They have sex in his office, on the
fishing boat and at her house. He makes her feel like a woman again. A real
woman this time. </div>
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to trust her feelings for Kyle at this point, how does she emotionally go from
loving Bennet to loving Kyle so quickly, and what about her baby. The baby is
going to need her and it needs to be her prime goal right now. To focus on
herself and the pregnancy. She needs to be able to stand on her own feet. But
it feels so good when Kyle takes care of her.</div>
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This was a beautiful love story. I really liked how Kyle was
able to get a second chance with Alexis after loving her for so long. He
ex-husband was certainly a character easy to hate and I thought he was the
perfect bad guy. The things he says and does added depth to the story. The
ex-mother in law and the new girlfriend were perfectly horrible people as well.
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and I really enjoyed it. I would rate a 4.5/5 and would easily read something
by this author again.</div>
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With many of the romance stories out there, one complaint I
have is how quickly a couple tends to fall into bed together, sometimes with in
hours of meeting one another. A personal pet peeve of mine shall we say. I was
very happy when this book did not follow that story set up. This has the
markings of a real love story. It has all the necessary parts, a girl, a hunky
guy who she names Mr Tall Dark Adonis, plenty of sexual tension, some history
behind the characters, and of course some conflicts.</div>
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bumps into her at the coffee shop. He later needs to track her down to return
her phone, and send flowers. She wants nothing to do with him and he
relentlessly pursues her. I loved it, the tall dark dominant man was being told
NO. I don't think it was in his vocabulary. His message:" I expect to hear
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Now pursue her he does and soon they do spend some time
together, they become closer, she opens up to him emotionally. He helps her
with her nightmares. But of course happiness does not come with out some bumps
in the road and this story has some conflicts and evil that are lurking around.
There will be some scary parts that we worry about both the love their share
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enjoyed the story. I thought it had the perfect amount of all the necessary
parts to the story. The characters were well developed and the secondary
characters really added to the plotline, I hope to see more of them in the next
story. I would rate this story a 5/5 and am eager to read the next one</div>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> SEIZE ME FROM DARKNESS</span></b></i><br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This story was
gifted to me in exchange for an honest review by <b>We Love Kink</b>. This is the
fourth story in the Pierced Hearts series. This series has been one of the
darkness romance series that I have read and this one stays true to form. It
brings out emotions and desires in the reader that we don't even realise that
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held captive and her only hope of escape is Pieter a good Samaritan guard that
has been kind to her. Unfortunately his desire to help her is discovered and
now he becomes a prisoner as well. The captor in charge Gregor uses Jazmine and
Pieter against one another and soon they enter into a game, a sexual game in
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pain and forces Pieter to have sex with Jazmin so that he and the mystery man
can watch. The only downfall is that is Pieter does not hurt her enough than
Gregor will beat her again after the performance. This guy is sadistical, he
gets excited by the pain and the more pain the better. Pieter tries to deliver
pain and pleasure at the same time, he tries to make sure that she enjoys
whatever she can. Gregor keeps demanding he get more and more violent. The
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left. The twists and turns just keep coming at you, questions will be asked and
answered, more questions will come up and finally all the strings will be tied.
Maybe not the way that you are expecting, definitely not the way that I was
expecting, and this is what makes a story great, this is what makes you
continue to buy stories by your favourite author. The ability they have to
surprise you. To constantly deliver endings that are not expected.This author
does this. I thought this story was very difficult to read, the poor girl was
going through so much and yet I could not put it down, in fact I was eagerly
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working for Bad Boyfriends an agency that specializes in MM and also tends to
attract customers that want just a little bit more. His assignment is to go and
babysit Mr Lovett Jr for awhile and try to keep him out of trouble. </div>
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trainer for the weekend. Oh oh, watch out now, some personal sparks are set to
fly, and fly they do. There is certain attraction between Sean and Mike and
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In the mean time, their real assignment is not exactly as
was portrayed to them. Seems there is some mystery involved. Some shady
characters even. Some wrongs need to be set right, some careers need to be
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This was my first full length MM story and I was pleasantly
surprised. I found this story had a great plot and I was easily entertained.
There was plenty of romance and plenty of sex and like all good romantic
stories the sex scenes did not overpower the basic story line. I think that is
so very important. I read a story to be told a STORY not to read page after
page of sex. I thought the characters were well rounded out and the secondary
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and would rate this story a 4/5.</span><br />
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">Stop!” I scream, my heart racing so fast that I
think I might pass out. We come upon each turn at such a high speed
that I am sure we will spin out. “You’re going to get us killed!”</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">Because that’s what I felt when he had you, when I
was racing back home to get you back after he told me he took you.
That’s what I have felt these couple of weeks when all you do is
cry. I know what you’ve been thinking, I’m not a fucking
imbecile.” He shifts the gear and the engine purrs, giving the car
a boost of power and sending me into further panic. </span>
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">Taylor. What the fuck are you doing!” I shout.</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">I want you to wake the fuck up Shyla!” He sharply
turns the car into a an open field, and the car’s stiff suspension
violently jitters underneath us.</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">You’re going to break this thing!”</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">I’m fucking rich, I can buy twenty of these
tomorrow! Who gives a shit about a car?”</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">You’re scaring me. Please stop the car.”</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">Tell me you’re coming back to me!”</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">What?”</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">I want you back. I need you back. You need to fight
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front of him. I glance forward and that’s when I see, out in the
distance, a row of fences growing in size with each passing second.</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">Taylor stop!” I scream at the top of my lungs. </span>
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“<span style="font-size: x-small;">Tell me you’ll fight goddammit! Tell me now!” I
glance again, the fences are now so close I can see the detail in the
wiring. It’s only a fraction of a second, but I realize I feel so
many things all at once. I don’t want to die, I don’t want to
have an accident. I want to live, I want to have a life with Taylor.
Despite what’s going on inside of me now, there is so much I want
to live for and do. “So help me, I won’t fucking stop!” </span>
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anyone else in the world terrifies you? This is a question Shyla must
confront and it takes her to her breaking point.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The only person who can bring her back is the same
person who is capable of destroying her beyond repair.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Shyla has seen a side of Taylor she can never forget.
She now understands that not only is he capable of immense
tenderness, but ruthless violence. She must decide if she will fully
trust Taylor and embrace both his light and darkness, as it is clear
both exist equally within him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Their pasts continue to cast a shadow over their
relationship as Shyla attempts to convince Taylor that the only way
they can truly embrace the future is to reopen and repair old wounds.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Taylor swears anything he has ever done was to protect
Shyla, but Eric's words haunt her and cast doubts on Taylor's
intentions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Taylor will do anything for Shyla.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Now she must decide if that is actually good thing.</span></div>
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This is the third and final chapter to the story of Taylor
Holden and Shyla Ball. What a journey this series has been. This author has
touched on emotions that I had forgotten that I had. This couple is drawn
together in the first story and Shyla leaves her current boyfriend Rick because
the attraction is so great. This is what love feels like; <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Taylor</st1:city></st1:place> makes her feel alive, sexy and needed.
This is what has been missing in her life. They certainly have a roller coaster
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Without giving too
much away if case you have not started your literary journey with this couple,
it turns out that they have a shared childhood that is simply unbelievable and
bonds them together like nothing else could possibly. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Taylor</st1:place></st1:city> loves her deeply, totally and
desperately and will protect her with his life. At some time during this
journey that does happen and the extent of his devotion will be proven. He
never wavers in showing just how much he loves her and how important he
believes her to be to him.</div>
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This series has been the best that I have read in a while,
it will keep you entertained, biting your finger nails and clutching the edge
of the seat for all three stories. You will love <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Taylor</st1:place></st1:city>, hate him and then love him again. You
will always love Shyla as she tries to come to terms with the Taylor of now and
the one from before and tries to help him with the demons that he still carries
around. The sex between the two of them is frequent and has the perfect amount
of steam. As outside forces try to come between them, we hope that they love
they share will hold true. I believe that the author did a great job of tying
up all loose ends and even tied some up that I was not expecting, that this the
definition of a great author, to be able to surprise the reader, to make them
say ‘ I did not see that coming.” I think that Nina Jones was able to do that a
few times during this series. I loved it from the first page of the first story
to the last page of the third installment. I would rate this series a 5/5 and
would definitely read more by this author.</div>
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The hotly anticipated sequel to <i>Losing Control</i>.</div>
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I thought I needed only one thing in my life–the money and power to crush one man. But the moment I laid eyes on Victoria Corielli, my thirst for revenge was replaced by my craving for her.</div>
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No rule would keep me away; no obstacle too large to overcome. Not her will, not our differing social positions, not my infamous past. When she lost everything, I helped her pick up the pieces. When she trusted me with everything, she sealed her fate.</div>
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I’ve convinced Victoria she can put her heart in my hands. Now I have to protect it–from her shady stepfather and my business rivals, from enemies known and hidden. I’ll do anything to keep her. And I might have to prove it, because now Victoria's risking more than her heart to be with me; she’s risking her life.</div>
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I want us to get married. Soon. Do you want a big wedding?”</div>
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“Married? I mean, I guess I thought you were serious but I figured…I don’t know.” Her voice trails off.</div>
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“That my proposal of marriage was somehow insincere? I’ve never wanted anything more. I just didn’t want to pressure you because of all the emotional upheaval you’re experiencing now.” Rolling over so she can see me and judge the sincerity for herself, I declare, “I want you to be my wife. The mother of any children we have. My partner in life. I want that to happen now so that I can introduce you as Mrs. Ian Kerr.”</div>
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Her eyes close for a moment and beneath the lids, silent tears leak out. Her words, though, are classic. “Maybe you should take my name. You can be Ian Corielli and I’ll introduce you as Mr. Victoria Corielli.”</div>
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“As long as it means you’re mine in the eyes of the world, I’ll be Mr. John Smith.”</div>
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She wraps her arms around my neck and clings to me. This time the shudders I’m soothing are from maybe, possibly, hopefully joy for our future. “I’m okay with Victoria Kerr,” she chokes out. “You better give me a big rock and lots of flowers since you’re proposing to me while we’re naked.”</div>
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“I proposed to you when I first took you to the house on the Long Island Sound.”</div>
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“You didn’t propose. You said that you wanted me to be your wife and fill your big house with lots of little people.”</div>
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“It was a request couched as a demand.”</div>
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Her body is shaking with laughter. “You’ve been in charge for too long. That was no request.”</div>
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Pushing to my knees, I reach into the nightstand and retrieve the box I bought before Sophie died. Her eyes grow huge and her hands come up to the cover her mouth. I flip the box lid open, pluck the ring out and toss it aside.</div>
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When I was fifteen I made a hundred different stupid vows. I’d avenge my mother. I’d rise to the top of Wall Street and smite everyone down. I’d crush Richard Howe beneath the sole of my boot. I’d win at everything. But I never wished for happiness because I didn’t know what it was until you came into my life. How could I want something I didn’t know was missing? Now, everything I’ve achieved pales in comparison to having you love me. When I say that you’re my heart, my everything, those aren’t just words. They are the only truth in my world. I’d give up money, revenge, success, as long as I could lie down next to you at night and wake up with your face beside mine.<br />
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There is no greater achievement in my life than having you fall in love with me and I recognize on some mysterious level that is pure luck. I need you to marry me and be my wife. I need you to be the mother of my children. I need you because without you I am nothing. I am a pile of bones and flesh filled with misery. You bring me to life. Love me, marry me, be with me in this life and into all the ones we live from this point ever after.”</div>
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“Well, since you put it like that, I guess I must.” She rises and kisses me. Our mouths sealing the promises we’ve made to another one another.</div>
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Bestselling author Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at <a href="mailto:jensfrederick@gmail.com" target="_blank"><span style="color: #1155cc;">jensfrederick@gmail.com</span></a>.</div>
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We have met and fell in love with Victoria Corielli (Tiny) a
bike messenger and Ian a millionaire. It was a rocky beginning but the two of
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“She’s everything to me. Everything.”</div>
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“My heart” she says between kisses. “You’re my heart.”</div>
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The road to their HEA is not going to be a smooth one. <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Victoria</st1:place></st1:state> has a lot of
issues that she needs to deal with. The most heavy one is the lost of her
mother, they were very close and she is grieving deeply. Then out of the
woodwork comes the stepfather and stepbrother and we hope that Ian is able to
protect her from their manipulations. After she is injured at her job Ian
arranges for an office job for her- to keep her safe and it is hard for her to
give up the freedom of being outside and being free. Hope that they can come to
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Ian has his own demons to deal with regarding Richard Howe
the man that ruined his father. Now that he has <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Victoria</st1:place></st1:state> in his life this vendetta seems to
be taking on less and less importance. There will be some shocking and
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“I need you because without you I am nothing, you bring me
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This story was told through Ian’s perspective and the author
did a great job capturing his thoughts and emotions. I loved reading the story from
the male point of view. I was captivated by these characters in the first story
and eagerly finished this one as well. I thought the author did a great job of
solving all the mysteries and wrapping up all the loose ends. I would rate this
story a 5/5 and will definitely read more by this author.</div>
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About the Book</h2>
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<i>If it’s not broke don’t fix it. </i>That
was Cash’s motto in life, and his life was perfect. He was living the life of
the lieutenant of The Last Riders, and had women at his beck and call. The only
thing he saw himself settling down with in the future was a twelve pack;
certainly not Rachel Porter, who was on his short no fuck list. Hell, she wasn’t
even his type—her tits were too small, and her mean mouth could shrivel a man’s
dick. How was he supposed to know she was special and worth putting up with
those weed-producing hillbillies? Or was she?<br /><br />Rachel had lived her whole
life watching Cash break one woman’s heart after another. He was everything she
shouldn’t want; a bad boy biker with enough sex appeal to make any woman want a
night in his bed. Even her. Heck, he wasn’t even her type—he didn’t know when to
keep his mouth shut, and he lived in a sex club. How was she supposed to know
that he was special and worth putting up with the biker wars and biker bitches?
Or was he?<br /><br /><b>Contemporary MC Romance | Words: 400pgs. (approx.) | Heat
Level: Erotic</b><br />
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This was the story between Cash and Rachel. It was not a
love that I saw coming or that was easily predicable. Cash is quite popular
with the girls and has been with a lot of different women both in the club and
in the town. He does not do long term relationships but he does have frequent
partners. Rachel Porter is the sister of those Porter brothers who have hated
Cash forever. She has been in love with Cash forever but knows that he is off
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One night Cash comes to her house and she has the night of
her dreams and loses her virginity to him. Of course our hero Cash is not the
“perfect” man after this event and continues to sleep with lots of woman and
her attention is always drawn to this fact and her feelings are often hurt. </div>
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afternoon by Cash and her brothers Rachel leaves town for a bit to get her head
on straight only coming back after Cash is injured. She uses her healing
abilities to help him recover, showing her love for him the best way that she
can.</div>
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This was one of my favorite stories to date. The romance
between these two is hard to come by. There are obstacles in every path. He has
hurt her and she is not finding it easy to forgive him and move on. He finds
that he is attracted to her and can’t seem to get that night out of his mind
but she seems unwilling to give him a chance. I loved how she is tough and
holds to her guns to not let him in. He is just as determined to get her again
and it is amazing the extent that he goes to in order to achieve this. He shows
some imagination and stubbornness in the people he approaches and bares his emotions
to in order to ask for help. Rachel is tough and does not give in easily, she
has loved him forever but she has seen sides of him that she does not like and
she is not willing to be with him.</div>
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I really loved this story and would rate is a 5/5.</div>
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