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Monday, March 31, 2014

Blog Tour Stop: Rockalicious by Alexandra V


Title: Rockalicious (Stud #1)

Genre: Fiction/Adult/Erotica/Short stories

Release Date: 14/02/14



Meet Jackson "Jax" Harding, lead singer of the rock band Dirty Louisiana. A wickedly good-looking playboy with a mischievous smile, a body that screams I’m-going-to-take-you-hard-against-the-closest-wall and stunning blue eyes that make you think that he can see right into your soul and impregnate it. He’s the kind of bad boy your mother has warned you about. Obviously, the type that you fall for anyway.

Women throw themselves at his feet and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t treat them to a good time or two? Relationships are perfectly okay as long as they are short-termed and there’s no label put on them. All he needs is someone to share his popcorn with, keep his feet warm at night and change body fluids with in every wicked way he can think of.
Meet the first trio of the Rockstar Stud’s Harem: Amy, Hayley and Alex. What can you expect when Jax meets women who aren’t the easy groupie type but whose panties fall off all by themselves anyway by the sight of the sex-on-a-very-honorable-sized-stick rock god? A little bit of wit, kink and smartassery. A hell of a lot lust, desire and passion.

Welcome to the sinful world of Rock ’n’ Roll. Enjoy the ride, it’s going to be a bumpy one.

Please consider yourself warned. If you are looking for a perfect fairytale-ish love story with I dos, matching heart tattoos and innocent second-base action, this book is so not for you. This book is intended for mature audiences, contains hot, consensual sex between people in insatiable lust with each other. Panties are optional.




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Indie author. Lover of coffee, music and alpha males.

Known to be a rainbow-haired rebel with a weird and inappropriate sense of humour. People usually don't get me but at least I find myself hilarious. Though, if you ever tell me a blonde joke, I might punch you in the nuts/vajayjay.

My biggest inspiration once said: "Live your fucking dreams, no matter what". That's exactly what I'm trying to do here, making my dreams my reality.

What can you expect from my books? A lot of lust. Desire. Passion. A little bit of wit. Kink. Smartassery. Hopefully a hell of a lot entertainment for you.

While I’m working on my first adult contemporary novel, which will be something different, I'm going to release a series of short erotic stories! If you haven't met Jax Harding, you don't know what the sex is, baby!



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Blog Tour Stop: Forever Burn by Adrian J. Smith

Title: Forever Burn

Author: Adrian J. Smith

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publication Date: March 2013

Firefighters are trained to keep calm in the face of extraordinary events, but James was never prepared for this.

Saving people is a regular practice in a firefighter’s line of work; it is not something extraordinary or unusual. Just routine. James has been trained to respond to emergency calls and what to do in difficult situations. For James, the most important part of her work is that she knows how to run into a burning building to save a life. She is a firefighter not for the glory and not for the honor. She is there to make a difference.

Working hard has always been a common practice for James, but when her secret significant other is pressuring her to solidify their relationship, tensions start to rise. James is being pushed into turning her life upside down and inside out. She can’t stop disturbing dreams about a little girl she saved from a house fire years prior. She struggles to find balance through the pressures and stressors of her daily life, but she still can’t shake the ill-fated feeling that something is wrong.

Adrian J. Smith, or “AJ” as she is often called, is a part-time writer with an epic imagination, sharp wit, and kind heart that gets her into a bit of trouble when it comes to taking in all the neighborhood stray cats. Being obsessed with science fiction, Smith often goes off on tangents about the space-time continuum. She is also a part-time lunatic with a secretive past. It’s been rumored that she was once a spy for the government, but anyone who has gotten close enough to know the truth has never lived to tell the tale. When traveling around the world on various classified tasks, Smith requires the following be provided: buffalo jerky, mimosas, and eighty-six pennies. This is all we know about the reclusive woman.

At least 10% of all proceeds goes to Sanctuary For Kids. It’s a fantastic organization that sends money to help children around the world. Charity and children are an extremely important part of Adrian’s life and supporting them in any way possible is magnificent. Please check out their website to see what they are doing and consider donating to them yourself.

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Sunday, March 30, 2014

Dear Tabitha by Trudy Stiles

Along with Trudy Stiles, we are very excited to share with you the Release of Dear Tabitha, the 2nd book in The Forever Family Series.  If you have not read Dear Emily (Book #1) yet, now is the time to grab it while it is on sale for ONLY $.99 in celebration of the New Release.

Make sure to check out the Book Trailer, add this series to your Goodreads, enter the Giveaway below for a Kindle Paperwhite and Amazon Gift Cards and join the Facebook Release Party Event for more fun and giveaways!

Author: Trudy Stiles

Book Title: Dear Tabitha ~ Series: Forever Family #2

Genre: New Adult/Romance


You know me. You know who I am. What I am.
Damaged. Confused. Alone.
You feel sorry for me. You pity me.
You know what I’ve done. What I’ve given up. Who I’ve given up.
You try to understand what I’ve been through and how I can possibly go on with my life.
But you can’t possibly understand.
I’ve lost too much. Sacrificed too much. Given up everything so that I can find myself.
Well I’m done.
I’m done walking away from everything that matters.
It’s time for me to heal.
It’s MY TURN to earn…

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Trudy Stiles is a New Adult author, mom to two beautiful children, and married to the love of her life. She is the author of the Forever Family series including “Dear Emily” and “Dear Tabitha”. There will be many more stories from this series and you never know who may have a standalone or novella written for them. Stay tuned!

Trudy is a music junkie and you’ll know that she’s writing when you see her plugged into her laptop with her earbuds in. Her playlist is unique and is a must for her writing sprints.

When she’s not writing, she’s carting her children to their various activities while avoiding any kind of laundry or housework. She also loves to run along the boardwalk of the beautiful New Jersey shore.
She’s always been an avid reader and frequently escapes into the fictional worlds of the many characters that she has come to love. Well, now there are some fictional characters in her head dying to get out!
This first story is called “Dear Emily” and was released in December 2013. “Dear Tabitha” will be released in March 2014. The Forever Family series will continue with several companion/stand alone novels.
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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Review: Dirty Little Secret by Amber Rides

5 STARS!!! Dirty Little Secret by Amber Rides

Let me first start off by saying that I thoroughly enjoyed this book. There was nothing that I did not like actually! Secondly, yes this book would have greatly benefitted from an editor. There are some errors (i.e. the instead of they, Melissa instead of Shelby, or missing a word like a) but it is what it is, and they were not so distracting that it took away from the book, so I am not knocking any starts off from my rating. This book made me laugh and cry and that means more to me than a grammatical error! This HEA book will make you smile and make you cry. The relationship has a great pace and is close, but not totally an insta-love. There are periods of a week that go by with in a sentence.

Cutter is a bad boy! Only not really. Cutter Lane is damaged. He has got himself in some serious trouble, one to many times, and is now on house arrest with few privileges. He comes off with an “I don’t F***ing care about this world or myself” attitude. He has managed to push everyone in his life away. Well except for Brandy, but she is trouble herself!

“Shut up. Nothing could bring me down that low.”

Melissa Hanover is perfect! She has the perfect rich parents, the perfect grades, the perfect hair, perfect friends, perfect boyfriend, perfect, perfect, perfect! Only not really. Once she finds out about the dirty family secret things change. Combine this with meeting sexy bad boy Cutter who makes her thighs quiver while he downgrades her and splashes mud all over her, Melissa is out for something.

“I suddenly needed leather and lace. Not cotton sheets.”

Melissa and Cutter have the cliché love-hate relationship. There are not made for each other so of course this relationship is not going to beginning easily. Melissa is somewhat stuck on a high horse and Cutter is keeping her up there. Normally I would not like the nickname “baby-doll” but here it is perfect.

“…you’re more of a baby-doll than a sweetheart…”

Cutter cannot deny his need for Melissa. However he knows that everything involving him gets screwed up. So between pleasuring Miss. Hanover and nightly phone calls, he pushes her away. Melissa cannot deny her feelings either. Although she refuses to admit it, the boy makes her wet just at the thought of his name!

“My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was so excited that I felt like a virgin, racing to my first lay.”

Finally, she gives in. But because love is never easy chaos breaks out. And because no one likes an ending to a good story ruined, I leave this review with one last comment. This story does have a happily ever after and it is one that will make you squeal.


Blog Tour Stop: Indulging in Irelyn by D.L. Rover


Warning: Don't read this book if you hate f**ked up alpha males, strong female leads, hot sex, and a kismet love story six years in the making. Oh yeah and a plot twist that will leave you reeling.

NFL quarterback, Zolt Hamil was America’s heartthrob until a career ending injury changed his life. Years later, he’s picked up the pieces and carved out a new path for himself. But the mental and physical scars of that day have left him moody and reclusive, and his only relief is indulging in pleasure and pain with his many one night stands. Though many women have tried, Zolt refuses to care about any of them. Only one woman has his heart; a hallucination of a young, sable-eyed, blonde beauty whom he conjured that painful day on the football field.

On the first day at his new job at a law firm in Scottsdale, Arizona, Zolt comes face to face with his hallucination, Irelyn Wilkes. Their fateful connection, and explosive passion for each other pulls them together, and this time, Zolt refuses to let her slip from his life.

But Irelyn has her own demons to fight and her controlling boyfriend is one of them. He doesn't take kindly to other people playing with his toys, and he’ll stop at nothing to keep her by his side.

Can Irelyn and Zolt defy the odds and find a way to be together? Or, will the events set in motion years ago keep them apart forever?

Chapter #1

I ran my hand along her naked arm as I
moved toward the bindings that had her securely fastened to my wrought iron,
four-poster bed. She’d been tethered there for over thirty minutes, and now
that the sex was over, I imagined her arms and legs were probably beginning to
ache as the adrenaline left her body.

Miss No-Name Brunette rubbed her arms and
legs after I released her. I didn’t need or want to know her name. I’d never
see her again so what was the point.

She watched me gather my clothes; her eyes
roaming appreciatively over my body.

“So, John, when can I see you again? You’re
amazing.” She licked her plump lips as her eyes traveled over my naked body,
stopping when she noticed the nasty scars on my left shin. Small gray eyes
darted to mine, and I saw the pity setting in. Pity was a deal breaker for me.

“We can’t,” I said and threw her clothes on
the bed.

“Why?” Her bottom lip jutted out in
disappointment. “Didn’t you enjoy yourself? You seemed to be having a great

“It was fine, uh—”

“Nancy. My name is Nancy.”
I shrugged. “Right. Nancy. I don’t do
repeat performances. Ever.”
“Don’t take it personally. It’s just the
way things are.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she scowled at me.
Then, she climbed off the bed and pulled on her clothes. “I don’t understand.
Are you married or something?”

“Nope. Not married or anything else that
concerns you. I’m just not interested. Tonight was great. Really. I enjoyed the
shit out of myself. Fucking you was exactly what I needed. Thanks.”

“How am I supposed to get home? I left my
car at the club,” she whined.

“There’s a cab waiting to take you anywhere
you want. I’ve already paid the fare.” I shrugged again. This was the
bothersome part of operating this way. They always wanted to see me again, and
my answer was always no.

“I should have known when you wouldn’t kiss
me there was something wrong with you. I bet your name isn’t even John. Do you
even live here?” Whatever-her-name yanked on her shoes, and then stood with her
arms crossed over her chest.

“No, I don’t live here. And, darlin’, my
name is whatever you want it to be.”


“Come on, now. We both had fun.” I flashed
her my megawatt smile. “I’m pretty sure you came at least three times. It’s all
good, and now, it’s all over.”

I walked to her side and gently took her
arm, guiding her to the door.

“But I let you restrain me!” She stamped
her foot as I opened the front door.

“You did and wasn’t it fun? Maybe you can
find a man that will be as adventurous. Now, off you go, Sally. Bye, bye.”

“Nancy!” she shouted as I closed the door
on her. I could still hear grumbling as she walked away.

 “Ugh.” Leaning against the door, I let out a
long sigh. It would be a while before I could go back to that club. Too bad it
ended the same every time. But I understood why. Women saw me as a catch. I
knew I was attractive. It wasn’t conceit, either. It was a fact of life that
all men of the Hamil family were hot.

My first year in the NFL, I was on the
cover of Sports Illustrated as the Sexiest Man in Football. That cover, and the
other endorsements I had, made me a nice amount of cash, so I was totally good
with being an object of desire. Since they didn’t really know me, they didn’t
know that I was nowhere as attractive on the inside.

I went back to the bedroom, washed and put
the toys away, locking the drawer. Then, I stripped the bed, piling the sheets
on the floor for the maid service to take care of.

I left, not knowing when I'd come back.
Could be the following day. Could be two weeks from now. But tonight, I’d been
out of fucking control—chomping at the bit to blow off some steam. In fact, I
still hummed with energy.


My shadow-self pressed in on me for days.
When I got like this, only one thing helped: acting out. So, I’d gone to the
club in search of the first remotely available Nancy, Sally, or whoever, that
didn’t revolt me. Nancy had been an easy mark. I hadn’t been there ten minutes
before I’d bought her a drink, and we were out the door, heading to the
apartment I kept specifically for this purpose. I was always happy when I found
a woman willing to dabble in a little bondage. I wasn’t heavily into the BDSM
scene, but knew how to wield pain for the ultimate pleasure.

If I stopped and thought about it, I’d be
forced to acknowledged just how screwed up my life had become. So I didn't. I
didn't think about all the nameless women I had fucked in the last six years,
and how I hadn't been in a relationship since the injury. These exchanges served
a purpose. Beyond that? Well, there was nothing beyond that.

But that didn’t mean I had become so jaded
I’d forgotten how to get a woman off. I enjoyed women. Loved the soft curves of
their body, and loved making them come. There was nothing hotter than watching
a woman writhe and squirm as I fucked her closer to orgasm. The sound of her
screaming what she thought was my name was music to my ears, but that was as
far as it went.

The reality was, I was a mess, and I didn't
want that advertised.

Actually, I was far worse than just a mess;
I was fucking broken.

Sometimes, I wondered if I was even capable
of having a normal relationship. Truth was, I waited for someone that didn't
exist. A woman my pain-wracked brain conjured that day on the football field. To
make matters worse, she wasn’t even of age. She was a young woman, maybe
fifteen or sixteen, with the most beautiful sable-brown eyes and blonde hair
I’d ever seen. Her face was sweet, kind, and compassion filled. I realized how
creepy this sounds. I wasn't a sick fuck who preyed on young girls, and I had
no idea why my mind created her. But all I knew was, if I ever discovered she
was real, I’d do anything to have her.

I rubbed my aching leg, and then climbed
into my Viper. God, I loved this car. She was all power and beauty, and driving
her made me happy. I revved the engine and closed my eyes, loving the purr, and
sometimes roar of her V10.

Once on route 101, I opened her up, pushing
her past the century mark on the speedometer. It was crazy to be weaving in and
out of traffic on the main freeway. I was asking to be pulled over, but again,
I didn't care. In fact, I pressed her harder and watched as the needle climbed
to 110. The concentration it took to control this machine exhilarated me. Still
wound up and looking to banish my shadow-self the only way I knew how, I pushed
her just a little more. Why fucking for over an hour didn’t do the trick, I had
no idea. But if I didn’t burn this energy off before I got home, sleep would be
out of reach. It wouldn’t do to start a new job at one of the country’s most
prestigious law firms red-eyed and tired. Once home, I intended to take a long,
hot shower, and then smoke a few bowls. Hopefully, I’d emerge tired enough to
sleep. For a while, maybe I’d find peace until the nightmare returned that
plunged me into my own personal hell.
A hell that I was used to. A hell that only
she brought me out of.

The morning announced itself in its usual
fashion. I jolted awake screaming, and drenched in sweat—the images as clear as
the day they happened.

“Fuck!” I yelled to the empty room.

Pushing myself back against the headboard,
I rubbed my leg, trying to make the pain go away. The image of her
lovely face and those amazing sable-brown eyes chased the nightmare away, but
my body still buzzed with the memories.

I looked over at the bong and lighter on my
bedside table and sighed. Just once, I wished I didn’t have to numb myself to
start the day.

Before giving in, I ran my hand over my
damp collar-length hair, removing the waves sticking to my moist neck. I used
to keep it short for this very reason, but I liked the way it looked longer.

As I always did, I picked up the bong and
lit the bowl with the lighter. The glow of the burning weed, and the sound of
the bong gurgling as I took a hit immediately calmed me. I inhaled deep and
held the smoke in my burning lungs.

My long exhale sent a plume of smoke into
the dawn-lit room. It floated for a second before dissipating, leaving behind
the tangy smell of burning weed.

With my eyes closed, I slowed my heart rate
and rapid breathing. The high kicked in, and I already felt the calm take over.
I hated being so weak, and hated that what happened almost six years ago
continued to affect and define my days. I used to be the epitome of discipline.
Not anymore.

If I could let go of the self-blame, then
maybe the dreams would abate. But night after night, I replayed the game and
its never changing end.

At twenty-two, I had been one of the
hottest quarterbacks in the NFL, playing for the Arizona Cardinals. The year
prior, we’d made it to the NFC Championships, losing by a field goal.

The next year, we were back in the same
position, with the golden ticket to the Super Bowl within our reach. The only
thing standing in our way was the Philadelphia Eagles. I snarled as I thought
about that team. I always snarled at the thought of them.

Two minutes remained on the clock, and we
were on the ten-yard line on third down. I dropped into the pocket, searching
the field for an open receiver. I danced this way and that as if my movements
might slow the clock. With no receiver available, I sucked in a breath and
decided to go for it. What I should have done was thrown it out of bounds and
stopped the clock. That would have been the smart move—the safe move. We had
one more chance. I had to make it happen. The year had to end in a run for the
Super Bowl.

Running like a man on fire with the ball
cradled against me as if I carried a newborn baby, I headed for the end zone.
But I wasn't a running back, that wasn't what I had been trained for. Stupidly,
I ran with my head down instead of up. As a result, I didn’t see the
three-hundred pound linebacker heading my way. I was the man with the ball, and
I had left the protection of my offensive line, which made me fair game.

The next thing I knew, I was laid out on
the ground in extreme pain. When I looked down at my left leg, I was
surprised—and not—to see it angled in an unnatural position. I knew then that I
was well and truly fucked.

I tried to scream, but my voice failed me.
Pain and the smell of the turf below me was all there was.

The hit was dirty, straight up. Later, I
found out a bounty of $5,000 had been issued for any player that took out one
of my knees. I hoped he got a bonus because he’d gone above and beyond his
mandate. Not only did I miss a season, my football career was over. Instead of
taking out my knee, his helmet, and the power behind it, he hit my shin and
shattered my tibia and fibula.

I remembered lying on the ground as the
trainers and medical staff attended me. Chaos had broken out around me. Players
fought, and coaches and referees argued.

I needed to find peace from the commotion;
needed to concentrate on something other than the excruciating pain coming from
my leg. I turned my head and found a pair of big, sable-brown eyes, surrounded
by golden-blonde hair, staring at me. She was beyond beautiful, and her eyes
were mesmerizing. I had conjured an angel.

In my hallucination, we shared an instant
connection. When all around I saw pity and remorse, in her eyes, I found solace
and compassion—a kindred soul to my loss. The need to help, and her inability
not to, showed in the tears falling down her face, and the trembling of her
full red lips. My heart still clenched whenever I thought about it.

As conjurings go, I had created a whopper.
When I thought back on it, I knew there was no way she could be real. The
average person wouldn’t have been allowed to get so close to an injured player
on the field. Hell, my girlfriend, who’d been sitting in the stands, wasn’t
allowed on the field. It still baffled the shit out of me that my mind had created
such a vivid image.

I could still see her brushing tears from
her eyes in my hallucination, and I remember her taking a small step forward. I
wanted her to come closer, to touch me. That was where the hallucination ended,
stopped by a new streak of pain that had traveled through my leg, sending me
into momentary blackness. When I opened my eyes, my blonde-haired beauty with
soul-filled eyes had disappeared. All I had left was the image of her that
pulled me from my terror every morning. I figured she’d probably be around
twenty or twenty-one by now if she were real. I’d admit, that even today, I
looked for those eyes in every blonde I encountered.

Pathetic. Yeah. Too fucking pathetic.

I sighed and took two more hits off the
bong. Maybe one too many, but at least now I felt more balanced, controlled,
and ready to start the day.

What the world saw now was a man who
graduated from Harvard Law School, summa cum laude, and worked for almost three
years at a top law firm in Boston. Some of the country's top law firms had
courted me, and I had my pick of firms. But I decided to come back to Arizona,
the place where my life changed forever.

Gingerly, I climbed out of the bed and
headed for the pool. I didn’t bother putting on swim trunks; swimming naked was
awesome. After a few stretches, I dove into the pool and swam laps for an hour.
Swimming kept me in shape, though not the shape of an NFL football player.
Those days were gone.

Finishing my laps, I headed for the shower,
feeling excited, like something huge would happen today. The last time I had
this feeling, something huge happened all right. I looked at my leg and scowled
as sudsy water washed over my angry scars.

I dried off and walked into my closet,
surveying the suits I had to choose from. I was somewhat of a
clotheshorse—always had been. Today, I picked a black Hugo Boss suit, white
shirt, and black, silk tie. In the mirror before me, I watched a professional,
seemingly together man tie his tie. It was a lie of course, but one I was used

Once dressed, I went to the kitchen and
packed up a brownie in a plastic bag to take with me. I'd gotten good at baking
brownies. But these weren't just any chocolaty treats. These had a kick. Cliché
I know, but hey, whatever got me through the day. Whether I’d partake in it
depended on how the day went. Obviously, smoking at work wasn’t a good idea.
But every now and then, the pain became unbearable. If a handful of ibuprofen
didn’t do the trick, the brownie would. I refused to take pain meds. Those
things did a number on my brain.

I put the brownies away, and all the
paraphernalia of my coping mechanism, and locked them in a cabinet in the
pantry. I didn't need Hannah, my housekeeper, finding them. She probably
wouldn't care, but I did.

Thinking of Hannah made me laugh. I'd only
met her twice, but we had developed an odd, sometimes hilarious, texting
relationship. I really liked her. Her cooking was amazing, and she kept my home

Her work was about to increase, and I was
thrilled. My brother was bringing my dog, Ben, home to me. He had been with
Brody in Colorado for the last two months while I got settled. I couldn't wait
to see both of them. Thinking about it made me giddy. I knew Ben would love it
here. There was plenty of room for him to run. Bernese Mountain dogs needed
lots of exercise. I almost didn’t get him because of that. Now, I couldn’t
imagine my life without him. He got my ass outside and stopped me from being
such a hermit. If I thought about the fact that my best friend was a dog, I
would get bummed. But then again, fuck it! I loved my dog, and I had missed him

I doled out my handful of vitamins and four
ibuprofen into my hand, and then popped them into my mouth. From the fridge, I
pulled out a bottle of OJ, taking large swigs from the bottle.

Let the day begin, I thought as I walked down the hall to
the door. The sound of my designer shoes on the travertine floors reminded me
of the sound of cleats on concrete. It made me smile, but the memory was
bittersweet, and I pushed it aside. Behind bittersweet was pure malice, an
emotion I couldn't allow myself. Not today.

Grabbing the keys to my Viper, I headed out
the door.

Watch out Arizona, Zolt Hamil was back.

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