Friday, 29 December 2017

REVIEW - Chore Play - Piper Rayne


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TITLE - Chore Play
AUTHOR - Piper Rayne






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People like to see the womanising jerk fall…the one who takes the number, but never calls? The guy who beds and never weds? Everyone wants to see that guy fall in love, right? 


Pfft. Sounds like a script straight out of one of the box office movies my clients make.



Get your head out of the clouds because in real life the arrogant player doesn’t fall head over heels for the feisty brunette. 



Unless the feisty brunette met him years before he’d perfected his cool demeanour. Unless she carved a spot out of his heart that never fully healed. 



Our first meeting kick started my heart. Fourteen years later, our reunion was less heart and more kick. Turns out Quinn is just as hot and bothered to see me as I am her and I have the head injury to prove it.



REVIEW:


“the habitual bachelor and his kryptonite, 5 stars”

Jagger…Jagger…Jagger… dear lord that man…he is all man and an unapologetic a**hole. He’s the kind of guy you love and hate. Looks killer in a suit and at the same time can turn you off as soon as his mouth opens. He considers it a blessing. He has no time for woman except for a quick roll in the hay other than that he doesn’t need them. Never has never will…or so we thought.

Quinn knew love once. It was everything and more than she expected. Then one night it all changed in a blink of an eye. Its been years since that experience but it’s still something she thinks about. Of course, when she moved back to L.A. she figured she would see him again and look like a million bucks. But that is so far off the mark its not even funny.

Seriously, I know this is the biggest tease of a review, but I can’t give you any more than that. This story is hilarious, from the way they meet to the banter back and forth. I love Jagger’s friend’s reactions and getting small pieces of previous Piper Rayne couples. Chore Play is for sure my favorite story out of the Dirty Truth series. Plus, this writing duo gave us the perfect glimpse of their next write and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Take a chance on Quinn and Jagger… you won’t regret it!

Star Ratings:
Plot-5/5
Characters-5/5
Heat-5/5
Writing style-5/5
Overall-5/5



REVIEW - The Bitteroot Inn - Devney Perry

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TITLE - The Bitteroot Inn
AUTHOR - Devney Perry





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Her past. His secrets. They have more in common than she knows.


Maisy is happily content with the life she’s built for herself and her young son in small-town Prescott, Montana. Her child is thriving, her business is growing, and her family is as close as they’ve ever been. But when a handsome stranger walks into the lobby of her motel, her simple life is swept up in a wave of affection for his gentle heart. None of those feelings can be trusted, though. She made that mistake before with another man. The man she murdered.


Hunter was a different man when he first saw Maisy Holt from afar. He took one look at her and ran in the opposite direction. But years later, he’s back in Montana and unable to keep his distance. He shouldn’t have tried to find her but he never was good at rejecting temptation. The promise of the good she could bring into his life is too hard to resist. Maybe if he can disguise the lies and hide the deceit, he can keep her from learning the truth. Because his only chance at a future with her is by burying his past.



REVIEW:


“Never say never, 5 stars”

If you have ever read any of the Jamison Valley Series you know who Maisy is, if not don’t fret! This is her story, and a story it is. Perry has given us hints into her story and it’s a tragic mess. She starts Bitterroot Inn in current time and Maisy is just going through the motions and being the best mother she can be. She has no plans of finding love again because she was burned so bad, and honestly, I wouldn’t blame her. That is until Hunter comes along. But Maisy has got enough baggage to over fill the biggest U-Haul, will Hunter be able to accept her the way she is?

Hunter has secrets, secrets he doesn’t want to let out. Once he meets Maisy he knows he has no choice but to let her in. They have more in common than one would initially think, its both a positive and a negative. But Hunters past is bound to come out, will Maisy find the time to listen? When danger comes their way will they make it out on the other side?

I really did love this Bitterroot Inn, my only complaint is the dudes name is Hunter, which is my brothers name. sometimes it’s a little weird reading about a gun who shares the same name as your brother when they are getting down and dirty! *Laughs* Other than that though I loved the three main characters and all the secondary. From the meddling mother to the over protective brothers. I was so happy to see that finally Maisy closed the door to her past and was willing to work towards a better more positive future in a healthy way.

Star Ratings:
Plot-5/5
Heat-5/5
Characters-5/5
Writing style-5/5
Overall-5/5



REVIEW - The Wright Secret - KA Linde

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TITLE - The Wright Secret
AUTHOR - K.A. Linde






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A new brother’s-best-friend stand alone romance by USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde…


I was just his best friend’s little sister.



But he was always more than that to me. 



After twelve years of pining over Patrick’s easy smile, baby blues, and captivating charm, I decide to take matters into my own hands—and completely blow my chance.



Who knew a self-proclaimed manwhore would decide to be a gentleman the first time I’m naked in his bed? Definitely, not me. But when I land there again, neither of us has any intention of stopping.



There’s only one problem: nobody can know. Especially not my three older brothers. If they found out, all hell would break loose.



So I’m willing to keep our secret...



Because I want him Wright here, right now.




REVIEW:


“Opposites attract, 5 stars”

Morgan has always had a thing for Patrick. But Patrick has never seen Morgan as anything more than a little sister. Which is fitting considering they are best friends with each other’s sibling’s. Morgan is a confident woman who hasn’t always felt like she belongs. She’s secure in her job and knows she’s the best but her personal life is questionable. Morgan now has her dream job; can she get her dream man too?

Patrick has always watched out for Morgan, but one-night changes everything he thought he knew. Now he’s questioning everything. Can he go after the girl and come out on the other side with his relationships with her brother’s still intact? Read the Wright Secret to find out.

I loved the Wright Secret. Morgan is everything we have seen before and a little unsure when it comes to her personal life which was shocking. Patrick is much more the true love kind of guy versus the guy with questionable ex’s. When these two get together its like the perfect mixture of a mix drink. He makes Morgan slow down and enjoy life, and she makes him want to be the best version of himself possible. On top of that you get the rest of the Wrights and someone trying to get rid of Morgan. Linde makes you fall into the story to the point you don’t get up until you turn the very last page.

Here’s my favorite quote from The Wright Secret;

“Love doesn’t halt in hard times. That’s when you need it the most.”

Star Ratings:
Plot- 5/5
Characters-5/5
Heat-5/5
Writing style-5/5
Overall-5/5




REVIEW - Hey Whiskey - Kaylee Ryan

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TITLE - Hey Whiskey
AUTHOR - Kaylee Ryan






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I’m over this year, and I’m over relationships. I’ve learned that the only person you can count on in life is yourself. Moving forward, I’m living for me. Working toward standing on my own two feet, that’s my goal. Funny how meeting him changed my path. 


It’s been years since I’ve been back in this small town of West Virginia for more than a day or two. Spending time here brings back a lot of fond memories. When I stopped by an old friend’s bar, I was expecting to grab a drink and catch up. What I didn’t expect was her.



We share an undeniable attraction, but we continue to fight it.



Until one night in Vegas changes everything.




REVIEW:

“Love unexpected, 5 stars”

For me Hey Whiskey was a great story to kick off the new year and to top it off I read it while drinking whiskey. Because you know when in Rome right? If you’ve read Ryan before you know she has a way with developing characters and making you not only fall in love with the main characters but the secondary ones as well. I loved that these guys had fun and played. It wasn’t just the typical dinner and bar scenes when they went out. Family played a huge part in this story and I loved it.

Saylor thought she knew where her life was going and what to expect, only to end up blindsided. The blow she takes pushes her off course and leaves her questioning everything. Only to find where she’s meant to be and with the people she’s supposed to be with when she least expects it. Her first impression of Rhett wasn’t favorable but he soon redeems himself. Will her past leave her jaded or will she be willing to see if things with Rhett can work.

Like a lot of people Rhett let life get to him and he forgot where he came from. He knows he needs a change but doesn’t know what change he needs. When he’s called back to the place he spent his childhood he realizes that this might just be the place. Rhett remembers the importance of family and why his relationships in this town mean so much to him. Add in fresh faced Saylor, is she the other change he needs?

Take the journey with these two. The story will go by in the blink of an eye and take your breath while you’re at it. Jump in and laugh at the antics these guys get into.


Star Ratings:
Plot-5/5
Characters-5/5
Heat-5/5
Writing style-5/5
Overall-5/5



REVIEW - Fate - Nadine Nightingale




TITLE - Fate
AUTHOR - Nadine Nightingale



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My life used to be simple. I woke up, hit the road, and offed some witches. Yeah, I’m a witch hunter. Killing witches is my fate—embedded in my DNA—and I thrive on it. Or I did...until one of them ended up in my bed…And heart.
Amanda Bishop—infuriating, arrogant, stab-worthy—proclaimed she’d fight Lucifer himself over my soul. My treacherous heart believed her. Then, she ran. Again. 
Amanda’s best friend, Bonnie, thinks she’s in trouble, the killing kind. Bonnie works her charm on my brother, and he offers our services to find Amanda, the witch that broke my heart.


The Bishop residency is ransacked—Amanda, her sister, and nephew missing. My new mission? Find Amanda. Preferably, alive. But I get more than I bargained for when secrets are revealed.


REVIEW:


“Does one choose their own path or is it predetermined for us? 5 stars”

You know that feeling when you try some killer food and its to die for? Then when you craving it afterwards your screwed because the place with said food is hours away and you have no idea when you will get it again? Yeah, that feeling? That’s the feeling I had at the end of Soulmates (book 2). I literally pestered Nadine to get my hands-on Fate and finally I have and just like with the food I was satisfied.

Fate was everything I hoped for and more. I literally sat down and read almost 500 pages without stopping. Nadine kept me on my toes and I never knew what was about to happen. In Fate Manda is like a bomb, in the wrong hands everything could go wrong. She fights it like crazy but sometimes you can’t beat fate. Alex though, is the steadfast bomb diffuser, he will do whatever it takes to keep Manda safe.. but will his efforts work?

You get to meet old and new characters in Fate. I totally fell in love with Queen B’s family and am crossing my fingers that Nadine writes their stories, because they are needed. You watch Jesse become a bumbling fool around a woman. A friend becomes a foe. We team up with unlikely allies. Lines are crossed and sides are taken.  There is so much I could say about Fate, but I don’t want to give anything away, it’s a book you need to read on your own without a review giving you details. Dive in because I can promise you, you won’t be disappointed. 

Here are two quotes that I loved from Fate;

“Love, hate, need, want, passion, fear—it’s what we’re made of. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Because for a destined love, you have to climb some fences, even if they’re spiked with fate.”

“She was the girl my dad had warned me about— a beauty queen, from the horror movie scene.”

Star Ratings:
Plot-5/5
Characters-5/5
Heat-5/5
Writing style-5/5
Overall-5/5



Wednesday, 27 December 2017

Release Blitz & Review - Bad Dad - Sloane Howell


Title: Bad Dad
Author: Sloane Howell






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My son is my life. Nothing on earth matters but him.

Soon, I’ll have to send him out into society. The cruel machine that gnashes innocence and spits out the hollowed remains of a child’s imagination. It’s a place I know all too well, considering my past. I’ve worked hard to separate myself from it, but it looms in the back of my mind—waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

My son, Logan, wants to have birthday parties, make friends, play at the park—all the normal things that seven-year olds want to do. All the things I want to do with him.

I’ve put up walls around our life to shield us from danger. Giant barriers to ward off possible threats.

Cora Chapman crashes through them like a wrecking ball. She’s intelligent and hilarious with soft curves and a spark that ignites a flame deep inside of me.

There’s only one problem—she’s Logan’s teacher.

When my past wraps its tentacles around my throat and threatens to strangle the breath from my lungs, I’m given an option—fight for my family’s freedom, or die as they’re stripped away from me.

I can’t lose. I won’t lose.

My name is Landon Lane and I am a warrior.


‘Unexpected in all the right ways, Howell brings an incredibly unique voice in his latest romance. Loaded with undeniable chemistry, a hint of suspense, some pulse-racing action, and a whole lot of heat, the unpredictable and completely engaging Bad Dad is a book you don’t want to miss." – NYT Bestselling Author of the Driven Series, K. Bromberg


Our Review:


Bad Dad surprised the hell out of me. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about this book as it is only the second male writer I have read and the first that was writing without a partner. I was super happy with the results. I got a kickass plot with all the romance I could need. I cannot wait to read more from this author.

The plot if this story intrigued me the most. Why is this dad bad? I just had to know. When I found out my jaw dropped to the floor. Then bam plot twist. Man I loved all the twists and turns. 

Landon is one hot dad. He is protective and built,  but he also has moved in and out of the sheets. I love his character and the mystery behind him.  Cora is a great female character.  She is very realistic in the sense that she is not perfect.  We love reading about our strong females,  but we rarely see them weak. I loved seeing her gain her strength.  

As I said before, Landon has moves. Some delicious moves that girls would swoon over.  I knows I did.  The scenes between these characters were flaming hot.  I found my new book boyfriend.

I loved this authors writing style. It was funny and lighthearted,  but also serious when needed.  There was romance,  but not too much. I loved the unique voice represented by this author. 

Overall,  I loved this novel!  I loved reading about Landon and his family.  I loved how unique this story is. It is nothing like I have ever read before. I will be reading this author again. 

Star Ratings:
Plot: 5/5
Characters: 5/5
Heat: 5/5
Writing Style: 5/5
Overall: 5/5 



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The door at the entrance to the school, down at the end of the hallway, slammed shut like a shotgun had fired. I jolted and tried to catch my breath. Logan grinned a little wider, which still wasn’t much.

“This place is so loud.” I inhaled a deep breath and brushed off my own embarrassment. Anything was worth it to set him at ease a little.

Footsteps pounded in my ears as whoever came through the door approached in a hurry.

Logan’s head tilted up and he leaped from his seat. I barely leaned out of his way in time. He took off in a dead sprint. My head craned around to the man’s shoes first—ordinary Nike cross trainers. Nothing special.

But the way they traversed the ground—Montague soles pounded the Capulet tiles.

My gaze roamed to the jeans—Levi’s, boot-cut, regular denim, frayed at the seams—worked in and worn.

Damn.

My stare tilted up and drank the scenery. A charcoal-gray hood dipped down and cast a shadow over his eyes.

A breath cut too short and some sound I’d never made in my life escaped my lungs and dissolved into the tension saturating the room.

Logan’s father (I assumed) dropped to a knee, and Logan sprinted straight into his massive arms. His hoodie remained pulled up over his head. It’d probably been to shield him from the rain outside. I’d never seen Logan move so fast. He disappeared into the giant thunderhead biceps that engulfed him in a hug.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” Logan sobbed into the man’s shoulder.

A giant hand wrapped around the back of his head and pulled him in tight. The hood dipped down and nuzzled up next to his cheek then turned and whispered in his ear.

I stood up about twenty feet away and noticed myself leaning toward them, trying to get a better view or hear what was said. I’d only met an older woman named Janet who usually brought Logan to and from school. She rarely spoke to anyone, but she was always polite.

“How long are they going to make us wait in here? Jesus Christ!” Charles Hastings’ voice roared once again from the office. Principal Williams was still nowhere to be found.

The hood-covered head popped up and turned in the direction of the words, but I still couldn’t make out his eyes.

God, what I would have given for a peek at his face.

The dark shadow under the hood turned to me. My heart threatened to explode out of my chest and my lungs stopped functioning. I still couldn’t see his eyes, couldn’t see his stare. Somehow, he managed to make my palms sweat. My palms never sweat.

Why’s he staring at me?

“Fucking ridiculous!”

My head whipped to the door.

Hastings.

I inhaled a deep breath and stomped toward the office. I’d learned long ago that if I didn’t set a certain tone with unruly parents they’d walk all over me.

Throwing the door open, I glared at the short balding man of maybe fifty. “It will be a few more minutes. Watch your language, please. This is a school. Not your living room.”

I slammed the door shut before he could get out another word.

Where the hell is Principal Williams?

I wasn’t one to shirk duties or get out of responsibility, but I really could use some back up. Parents had fought over pettier things than the words Hastings was slinging left and right, in front of his son no less. Maybe if I’d been at this school longer I’d have a better idea of how they handled these situations.

I froze in front of the door for a quick second and schooled my features. Could I go back out and face the enigma comforting his son in the hall? I had to. It was my job.

I walked back out to make sure Logan was okay, each step with a pair of concrete bricks attached to my feet.

“My son didn’t hit that little shit out there! We shouldn’t even be here!”

I paused and gritted my teeth. The moment now took a firm seat at the top of the podium as the number one awkward situation of my career, and I’d taught at a low-income New York City elementary school.

Jesus.

Other teachers had warned me about Hastings. The general consensus was that the guy was a raging jerk with little-man syndrome. I had no choice but to concur.

The man in the hood squeezed Logan once more into a bear hug, seemed to whisper something else, and then released him.

Hastings railed off even more expletives and threats from the office.

Logan’s father didn’t take off his hood, just advanced straight toward me. Logan stood in the hallway behind him.

He was not a small man by any means. The closer he came, the tighter my stomach twisted into a knot. The walls closed in on me and the thunder seemed to rumble with each of his footsteps. I gulped when he was about five feet away.

His shoes squeaked against the tile when he stopped and crossed his arms over his chest. It stretched the fabric across his shoulders and I realized just how large he was. It was one hundred percent muscle. I tried to keep my thighs from squeezing together and nearly failed.

Compose yourself.

My father named me Courage—even though I went by Cora—when I was born, but I was not living up to it at that moment.

I stretched out a hand toward him. “Hi, I’m sorry we’re meeting under these circumstances. I’m Cora—”

I barely made out two eyes in the shadow of his hood. He sized me up and down, and gestured like he might actually reach out for my hand. Hastings belted out more empty threats from inside the office. The hood turned in that direction and left my hand abandoned mid-air.

I’d never had trouble speaking in front of a parent before, but something about Logan’s dad was just—I didn’t know what it was, to be honest—scary, exciting, mysterious.

I lowered my hand to my side. My mouth was drier than the Sahara. “I, umm, there was an incident, on the playground.”

I tried to keep my voice down. If Hastings knew Logan’s father had shown up there was no telling what might happen. Looking at the man in front of me, it wouldn’t be much of a fight, and I was definitely in no position to stop him if things escalated beyond a discussion.

My eyes strayed to the Levi’s again for a split-second before I caught myself. I had certainly missed Montana men and their jeans. Some might’ve called it a weakness of mine.

He turned back to me, slowly. I watched every move. He took in every piece of information the scene had to offer and actually listened before speaking. People didn’t do that anymore, and I silently appreciated it.

“What happened?” His baritone voice vibrated through me like the encroaching thunder outside.

I stood there, blood pounding through my veins, heart racing down a quarter mile track with no parachute or brakes. His voice demanded an answer, but it didn’t seem coercive. There was a hint of concern laced in it.

“Logan didn’t do anything wrong. Like I said before, there was an incident. We just called both—”

The sound of a chair shuffling and footsteps from the office cut me off. I froze. Hastings must’ve heard me talking.

A tingling sensation radiated through my limbs and goosebumps pebbled down my arms. I had to force a slight smile from my face and mashed my lips into a thin line.

Logan’s father took a few commanding steps toward the door and made sure he’d be the first thing Hastings would see. He put himself right between us and his shoulders were so broad I couldn’t see around him. My thighs tried to squeeze together again. I cursed them silently and stepped out to the side so I could at least see Hastings’ face.

“I’m not waiting for this bullshit any—” The door to Williams’ office burst open. Hastings froze right along with his sentence when he saw Logan’s dad.

His voice went down an octave, barely noticeable. His chest deflated a little too and he tried to recover. “You the dad of the little shit making up stories about my kid?” His words were shaky, and he nodded up the hall toward Logan.

Uh oh.

The hood turned to Logan and looked right through me. “Wait in the car.”

I glanced back. Logan didn’t dare question him. Hell, I don’t think anyone would’ve. I nearly took a step toward the parking lot and caught myself. Logan turned on a dime and took off.

I wasn’t about to stand by and let a dick measuring contest happen on my watch. Both of my hands found my hips and I side-stepped farther so that Hastings could see more than just my face. “Mr. Hastings, get back in the office. Now!”

He ignored me, as expected. I wasn’t a threat to him. The ballsy bastard took a couple of steps toward Logan’s dad until he was a few feet away from him.

Where is Williams? Probably peeking around a corner somewhere, watching.

“Mister Hastings, that is enough.” I started toward him.

Hastings sneered at Logan as he walked toward the door, then he turned to me and his chest puffed out a little more. “You fucking people have—”

Where the hell are you, Williams? Help!

A single finger.

I stopped in my tracks.

He held it up. The man in the hood.

One powerful index finger in the air.

It was just a finger.

That index finger stole the words from Hastings’ mouth and the breath from my lungs.

One gorgeous, forceful finger commanded everything in the room and even the storm outside seemed to shut the hell up.

His left hand balled into a fist at his side.

And we’ve now reached the ‘Oh shit’ portion of the night’s show.

Complete silence fell on the school.

I swear I couldn’t have made it up if I tried. The door closed behind Logan and he walked to the car. Lightning cracked overhead, and the immediate thunder seemed to pick up the building and shake it at the same time the man in the hood dropped his finger.

I shuddered. Freaking thunderstorms.

Logan’s father closed the small gap between him and Hastings. Hastings’ eyes widened like saucers, then his brows narrowed into a V.

Then he did possibly the dumbest thing I’d ever seen a man do. He poked Goliath in the chest. “Listen here—”

The hood tilted down to the finger, and then back up to Hastings’ face. Hastings tried to look tough, but his face was pale as a ghost, and sweat beads formed along his hairline.

The hood glared lasers at Hastings. “Don’t touch me.”

Hastings’ hand dropped like it might fall through the floor.

“D-dad?” Cory Hastings eased open the office door.

The hood shot to Cory for a quick second. He glanced at Hastings and then back to me and then back to Cory. His voice softened a hint while he looked at the boy. “Sorry.”

He turned and headed toward the exit, but stopped at my side. He looked straight ahead. Straight where his son sat in the car, waiting. “Logan won’t be back.” He paced down the hallway.

I turned and watched him leave. I stood there, mouth wide open, catatonic, brain short circuiting all over the place. Logan’s father disappeared through the double doors, and I blew out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

Oh my God.

Maybe Desire, Montana wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Okay, we ready?” Principal Williams strolled up from the other end of the hallway.

You’ve got to be shitting me.







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Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.

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