SPOTLIGHT: Joker (Soulless Kings MC) by Andi Rhodes and Nicole Cypher #mcromance

Joker…

Skeletons and secrets. We all have them. They weigh on our souls, even when we try to fool ourselves and pretend they don’t. Since I was a kid I’ve carried a secret that haunts me, casting shadows of doubt over every relationship I have. 

I know the signs of someone hiding the truth, because I do it every day. And the sexy little vixen who walked into our Soulless Kings MC definitely isn’t telling us everything. Despite my growing attraction, I’ll die before I let her problems harm my family. The second she brings any trouble down on the club, the biggest problem she’ll have to face… is me. 

Riley…

Dodge and weave. As a boxer, that’s what I’m good at. Now, it might be what’s keeping me alive. Someone is after me, threatening the lives of those I love. To protect my friends, I ran… straight into yet another problem.  

The MC seems a perfect place to hide, surrounded by renegade bikers. While Joker, the Sergeant at Arms of the club, is sinfully sexy, I can tell he’s suspicious of every move I make. His distrust is palpable, and I fear the very worst if he learns I lied. Yet, when the danger stalking me closes in, I have no choice but to expose my skeletons… and see where they fall. 

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EXCERPT

“What crawled up your ass?” I can’t help but antagonize her. 

“Seriously?” When I don’t respond, she continues. “You are without a doubt the worst kind of asshole.”

“Oh yeah?” I quirk a brow at her. “Please, enlighten me.”

Riley twists in her seat, resting her hands on her thighs. I let my eyes travel to the frayed holes in the denim, just beneath her fingertips, and her tan, smooth skin seems to taunt me. I avert my gaze and refocus on the road.

“You think you’re God’s gift,” she finally says after an annoyingly long silence. “You’re an ass to everyone around you and you know it. You’re judgmental, egotistical, cocky, and… and…”

“Don’t stop now, Black Bird. You’re on a roll.”

“What did you just call me?” 

I look at Riley and find more questions than answers. It’s hard to miss the way all color seems to drain from her face, or the way the vein in her neck pulses from her increased heart rate. 

“Black Bird,” I respond and relish the way she sucks in a breath while simultaneously wondering why that bothers her. Something else for me to figure out. 

“Why would you call me that?” 

She’s facing forward now, and her right hand is clutching the door handle. This is a perfect example of why there should be child safety locks on the front doors of trucks. Although, I don’t think keeping pissed off, unsuspecting females in is what Ford had in mind when the vehicles were designed, so what do I know?

            I nod toward her right wrist. “Your ink.”

            Riley glances at her own tiny tat and her body seems to deflate. “Oh.” 

            Unable to shake the feeling that I’m missing something, that there’s more to this chick than what she’s choosing to show, I decide to start getting answers. I take the next exit and find a parking lot so I can focus. 

            “Where are you from?” I ask after putting the truck in park. 

            “Does it matter?”

            “Yeah, it does. Everything matters.”

            “Cali.”

            That’s the truth. Only people who are actually from California call it Cali. 

            “What’s your real name?”

            “I already told you. Riley Damian.”

            When the pulse point in her throat jumps, I know she’s lying. Well, well, well… Miss Riley-whoever-the-fuck has a tell. 

ABOUT ANDI RHODES

Andi Rhodes is an author and avid reader of MC romance and romantic suspense. Her books are sassy and suspenseful with a heavy dose of sizzle and are guaranteed to deliver an HEA and all the feels. When she’s not writing, Andi loves spending time with her husband and their pack of dogs. For access to release info, updates, and exclusive content, be sure to sign up for Andi’s newsletter at andirhodes.com.

ABOUT NICOLE CYPHER

Nicole Cypher is an author and avid reader of dark romance. She began her writing journey in college and hasn’t looked back since. In her books you can expect a yummy anti-hero, plenty of action, and a happy ending. 


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Release Blitz: Irish Traveller by Brina Brady #kindleunlimited #LGBT @BrinaBrady @15VirginiaLee

IRISH TRAVELLER BY BRINA BRADY  

Irish Traveller/Romani/gay boyfriends/Tarot Cards/Missing red-haired girls/  

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The disturbing disappearance of yet another young, red-haired gal from the Irish Travellers’ Caravan site has everyone on edge. Then Shamus Maguire’s twelve-year-old sister Erin vanishes.  

While searching for clues to his sister’s disappearance, Shamus meets Lash Boswell, an older man from a Romani caravan site. Lash decides to help Shamus, and they set out together to find the truth about the many disappearances.  

Both their families disapprove of openly gay relationships. However, the tarot cards say these two are fated to be together. But to go public with their relationship, both would have family and friends forced to choose who they’ll stay true to, the family or Lash and Shamus.  

Can a Romani and an Irish Traveller make their relationship work without alienating their families? More importantly, can they work together to find Erin?  

EXCERPT:  

They walked side by side to the car but never touched shoulders. Careful in public was what both of them considered prevention. There was no reason for either of them to expose their private relationship to the public. The summer brought too many visitors to Shamus’s liking.  

After a while, they drove to Trim Castle, got out of the car, and walked around, but Shamus wanted to get to Dublin.  

“The castle was built in 1172 by the Anglo-Normans. Originally the castle was wooden. Two years later the Irish destroyed it and built another one out of stone,” Lash said.  

“Did you study history?”  

“My grandfather told me.”  

“I read that Trim Castle was used as the location for King John’s Castle in the film Braveheart,” Shamus said as he admired the traces of the glazed window that stood here hundreds of years ago. The Castle had three stories, and it possessed twenty sides with three of the four towers still standing. The wall was built to protect the castle and its inhabitants from potential invaders.  

“That’s right. I had forgotten about that.”  

“Do you mind if we get going?” Shamus asked, feeling the need to get ready for the search for Erin.  

“Sure, we need to settle at the camp tonight in Dublin. Tomorrow we’ll visit the first caravan site,” Lash mentioned when they were in the car on the way to campgrounds.  

The entire search overwhelmed Shamus. At least he had Lash who knew his way around and would keep him and the others safe.  

They found a remote area of a campsite and set up the tents. Shamus was hoping for them to sleep in one tent, but there were tents in the distance with few trees so it would be impossible to stay together in one tent; at least Lash didn’t take advantage of the situation, and for that he had to respect him.  

“So, what do you think?” Lash asked.  

“The trip was scenic for sure.”  

They had picked up chicken breasts to cook outside and a can of mixed vegetables.  

Lash started the fire in a pit, putting a screen over it so he could cook.  

“Do you cook outside often?” Shamus inhaled the delicious scent of lemon-flavored chicken.  

“Sure do. My brother and I love to eat outside.”  

“Your chicken smells delightful. This is the first meal you cooked for me.”  

“More to come if you want. I wanted to kiss you during the drive, but…”  

“I wanted you to kiss me. I wish we were sleeping in the same tent.”  

“Oh, we are, unless you don’t want to,” Lash said.  

“But we have two tents.”  

“I know that, but you just said you wished we were sleeping in the same tent.”  

“I did, and I get it now.” Shamus figured Lash must have thought he was an idiot and maybe he was. He had some formal education, but it didn’t help him in all matters, especially sexual ones.  

Lash served them both plates and they sat on two folding chairs in front of the fire. Shamus hadn’t eaten such spicy and tasty chicken before. He admired Lash and was grateful he took care of everything. His thoughts bounced between Lash and his sister. What was happening to her right now? Was she happy or unhappy? Had they hurt her in anyway? He had so many unanswered questions along with an immense fear for Erin.  

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Lash asked.  

“I don’t know how I feel. I’m worried about Erin and my brothers.”  

“Why don’t you call and check on them.”  

Lash took their plates and cleaned up while he called Molly. She said the boys went to school, did their homework, and were watching TV. His brothers got on the phone to say hello. He felt a little better after talking to them.  

Lash handed him an apple.  

“Hey, thanks. I’m so happy you’re here with me. I don’t think I have what it takes to get things done.”  

“Relax. Lean on me. I want to be there for you. I’ll help you every step of the way.” Lash wrapped his arms around him.  

“But why?”  

“I really like you. I mean not just the sex thing, though my feelings are everywhere when I look at you.”  

“I like you too.”  

Lash nodded his head. “I bet you like to bottom, right?”  

Shamus felt his face warming up into a blush. How did he know that about him? Was something written on his face to give him a clue.  

“It’s nothing to worry about. I just knew that about you. I top mostly. I mean if you wanted to give it a go, I’d let you.”  

“How old are you?”  

“Thirty-four, and you?”  

“Twenty-one. And before you ask, no, I don’t think you’re too old for me.”  

“Good. Just checking some things out before we settle in together. I don’t want to be fucking a minor, you know.”  

“Not a minor nor am I a virgin. Do you use condoms?”  

“I do and I have plenty with me.” Lash lifted his eyebrows making Shamus’s cock twitch.  

“I’m not that experienced. I hope you don’t use it against me.”  

“Stop talking about yourself like that. You’re adorable. What I want is to make you feel good in every place on your body when we’re together. You don’t really learn these things. They come from your feelings towards each other.”  

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New Release: My Saving Grace #ContemporaryRomance @MorelandMelanie @EJBookPromos

Title: My Saving Grace
Series: Vested Interest – ABC Corp Series
Author: Melanie Moreland
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 25, 2021
 
 
Grace VanRyan has her life mapped out.
 
Law school, a career with ABC, and a bright future ahead of her.
 
Until Jaxson Richards steps into the picture. He’s everything she hasn’t planned for.
 
Older, sexy, off-limits.
 
And her new boss.
 
When the passion between them explodes, will her life blow up along with it?
 
 

 
 
 
 
“What is your problem?” I repeated my earlier question.

He didn’t waste any time getting to the point. “Did you want to go for a drink with him, Grace?”

“No!”

“He was standing awfully close.”

“And I was trying to step back when you showed up. In fact, I would have told him off before you rushed into save the day.”

“He kept looking at you during the meeting.”

I hadn’t noticed. All my attention was on Jaxson. “He can look all he wants. I’m not interested.”

He drummed his long fingers on the desk. I tried not to stare at them.

“It’s your outfit,” he announced.

“What the hell is wrong with my outfit?”

“It’s too damn sexy.”

I gaped at him. “It’s pants. I’m wearing pants, for god sake.”

“Your blouse. It’s indecent.”

I glanced down. Nothing was showing, my collarbone barely visible. The neckline was modest, the sleeves long, and I was wearing a shawl.

“You are being ridiculous. The lawyer, that Sabrina woman who came in here this morning, was showing more skin than I am.”

“Do not compare yourself to her.”

An irrational flash of jealousy hit me. “I’m out her league is what you’re saying?”

He glared. “Don’t push it.”

I threw up my hands. “I give up. Why don’t you write me a list of what I can wear, who I can talk to, and what I should think, Jaxson?”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“Stupid? This from the man who thinks wearing pants is overtly sexy.”

“They are,” he insisted.

“Don’t be an ass,” I hissed before I could stop myself. “You’re acting like an idiot.”

“You’re pushing my buttons.”

“Your buttons? You’re the one with the over the top reaction here. You’re being a jackass—again.”

“Fond of that word, are you?”

“It suits you.”

“Shrew,” he replied.

“What did you call me?”

“You heard me. You’re a shrew. I was trying to help you earlier.”

I was done with this insanity. The man was clearly deranged.

I stood. “For the record, he came over to me. I said no—twice. If you hadn’t shown up, I would have walked away or if I had to, pushed him away. I can take care of myself, Jaxson. My father taught me how to throw a punch if required, so I don’t need you to rescue me and I don’t appreciate your over reactions. My outfit is perfectly acceptable, and you are, in fact, a jackass.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” I drew in a deep breath. “In fact, if this is your way of talking, you can stuff it, Mr. Richards.”

I turned and headed to the door.

The next thing I knew, Jaxson was behind me, spinning me around and crowding me against the wall, his body hot and unyielding.

“Jesus,” he spat. “Gracie, you drive me crazy.”

“What?” I asked confused.

“I keep fucking this up.” He hung his head. “You get close and I lose all common sense. I do things I would never do—say things I shouldn’t.”

I stayed silent letting him ramble. I liked the way it felt with him pressed up against me. I could feel his strength and his anger. Both were addictive somehow and I wasn’t afraid of either. The irritation I had been feeling started to be replaced with a different sort of buzz. One of longing.

“Jesus,” he uttered. “I keep doing this. Last week spending time with you outside the office. Yesterday—kissing you in the car. Holding your hand. As your boss, I shouldn’t do any of that. Or pass judgment on your life. I didn’t intend that to happen. And today.” He groaned. “Seeing him beside you, chatting you up. I wanted to punch him in the face. What is it about you that messes up my head?”

I frowned. “I don’t understand.”

His intense blue eyes met mine. “I didn’t mean to start an argument, Grace—yesterday or today. You’re right, there is nothing wrong with your outfit. You’re beautiful. And yesterday my words were born of hating to think of you living in fear—of anything. I wanted to help. But I know it didn’t come across that way.”

His confession disarmed me.

“I apologize for both—my rudeness and my inappropriateness in the car yesterday.”

We were so close, I could feel every solid inch of him. His scent filled my head—citrusy, musky—heady. He was tense, his muscles bunching, his jaw working as our eyes locked and held.

“I liked the car,” I whispered, the words torn from me before I could stop them.

He rested his forehead to mine with a low groan. “Don’t tell me that, Gracie.”

His breath washed over me. Mint and coffee. I could taste it. Taste him. I wanted to taste more.

“I liked the way you told him off today. You made me feel protected.”

“Fuck,” he mumbled, his eyes locked on my mouth.

“I like how you feel this close to me.”

He groaned again, the sound low and desperate.

Exactly the way I was feeling.

“Jaxson,” I murmured.

“What are you doing to me?” he replied, sliding his hand along my shoulder and up my neck, cupping my cheek. “You make me want things I can’t have.”

“Like what?”

“Like feeling your lips underneath mine. Tasting your mouth. Knowing if the heat of it is as addictive as I think it would be.”

“Find out then.”

He crashed his lips to mine.

And I was lost.
 
 

 

 
 
New York Times/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of twenty-seven-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.
 
While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.
 
Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
 
Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her at  flavia@bookcaseagency.com
 
 
 
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New Release: Just My Type by Sophia Karlson #KindleUnlimited #ContemporaryRomance @SophiaKarlson @EJBookPromos

Title: Just My Type

Author: Sophia Karlson 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 23, 2021
 
 
 

She hides behind a camera lens. He’s played himself into a corner. Can they outrun the rumor mill and make way for forever?

Hayley Brooke is done with men. So when a sloshed guy at a party makes a sloppy play for her affections, the wedding photographer is relieved when a hunky stranger comes to the rescue. But her gratitude quickly sours when she realizes her savior is the same infamous womanizer she once met on a bad blind date.

Mark Hastings is tired of trying to tough it out. Heralded online as the hottest bachelor on the market, the rugby player’s crippling anxiety steers him well away from the suffocating public spotlight. So saving a familiar pretty face and then being rejected is made a million times worse when pictures light up the internet with salacious gossip.

Horrified to be caught up in the swell of fangirl spite, Hayley demands he set the record straight by being seen with somebody else… only to be bitten by unexpected jealousy. And when they’re forced back together to plan a mutual friend’s engagement bash, they give in to their physical attraction and Mark vows to finally expose his vulnerability.

With social media commenting on their every move, will Hayley ever believe Mark’s love is real?

Just My Type is a heart-fluttering contemporary romance novel. If you like endearing characters, steamy excitement, and breathtaking twists, then you’ll adore Sophia Karlson’s sensual scrum.
Sophia Karlson writes sensual, emotional, and evocative contemporary romance, often set in far-flung settings. She used to work in the travel industry before turning to full-time writing. Her first book, Perfect Mistake, was a finalist for the Daphne Award for Romantic Suspense and won the Kathryn Hayes award in 2019. All her novels can be read as standalone, although she tends to write about siblings because family dynamics are so intriguing.

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A Stroke at Midnight by Lyndell Wiliams #BDSM #kindleunlimited @laylawriteslove

He will have her before the year is out!

Mateo spent too many years craving the taste and touch of Deja’s body. He restrained from taking his brother’s widow to bed. Now the sinner in him is winning the battle. He is through imagining all the naughty things he can do with her. Time to put all his kinky plans into action.

He assembles his toys, determined to stroke Deja by the time the clock strikes twelve on New Year’s Eve.

Deja knew it was wrong to lust after her dead husband’s brother. She tells herself that Mateo only wants to help raise her son, but she can’t keep ignoring the way he looks at her and how it makes her tingle with desire. She can’t resist the call of his hot body, and she does not want to.

Tied down by guilt and separated by quarantine, Mateo and Deja decide to free themselves with a New Year’s Eve night of passion. But will it destroy their family and friendship?

A Stroke at Midnight is a BDSM holiday short with an alpha male into kink. **NO abuse, NO cliffhanger, guaranteed HEA!**

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EXCERPT

“Can I help you?” asked a soft voice behind him.

Mateo turned to the petite, blond salesperson.  “Yes, I want to assemble a fetish box, mainly BDSM.” He had thrown out his old toys as soon as he got home. Everything had to be brand spanking new for when he first spanked Deja. He pointed to the wall. “Let’s start with a flogger.”

“Okay.”

“I’m interested in genuine leather.”

The clerk nodded and stood on her tiptoes. She pulled down a satin bag. “This is made of genuine leather with a bamboo handle.”

He opened it and glided the strands over his hand, letting them slide through his fingers. Yes, this was the one. Not for their first time, though. Deja had revealed a lot during their conversations. Her sex life, when she had one, was mostly puritanical. He didn’t want to scare her but ease her into his play.

“I’ll take it. Do you have any ticklers with a leather crop?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Lyndell Williams is an award-winning writer and bestselling author. She is a cultural critic with a background in literary criticism specializing in romance. She is an editor, writing coach and mentor. She has been published in peer-reviewed journals and writes for multiple online publications.

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The Infiltrator by K.A. Raines #DystopianRomance @KA_Raines

Title: The Infiltrator

Author: K. A. Raines

Genre/heat rating: Dystopian romance/4

M/F

A virus has rendered humanity mostly extinct. Keira Starr is alone, staying alive by staying on the run, sleeping in empty gas stations and the trunks of cars long abandoned on the highway. The world is overrun by “Ghosts,” the mindless, bloodthirsty dead, but they are the least of her problems. She is being hunted by ragtag groups of ruthless men, independent contractors working for a mysterious human trafficking ring. When she is finally captured, she discovers that Derrick Caine, despite his gruff demeanor and appearance, may just have a different agenda altogether.

Excerpt:

“What happened to you?” she breathed. “Who did you lose?” She knew she was pushing him, that she should stop before she went too far, but it felt like observing a train wreck, watching from a distance as the engine rushed ahead at full steam, and, even foreseeing the impending disaster on the tracks, being powerless to stop it. “You risk your life tryin’ to save women and children. Who was she? Your wife?” She didn’t even know why she cared. She didn’t want to care. Derrick Caine was a virtual stranger to her, yet she knew she was already in way too deep.

He growled suddenly, a low, guttural sound that jarred her out of her trance when she rather unexpectedly found her space invaded by him for the third time in the past several minutes. Yet the charge in the air had shifted subtly; he no longer seemed angry, exactly, but there was something decidedly predatory in his eyes.

“You want from me?” His voice in her ear was a dangerous rumble that elicited chills up her spine and ignited a fire that bloomed hotly in her womb, a delicious contrast. Quite suddenly, all she wanted was to relieve the dull throb between her legs that his voice and presence evoked; she wanted him so badly that she physically couldn’t endure not to have him soon.

You. Just you. “I could ask the same of you,” she settled for, and she couldn’t stop the tremor in her voice. She was overwhelmed by him—by his nearness, by the heat emanating from his body, drawing her in. She tentatively raised a trembling hand, reaching up to touch a raised scar on his chest, just above his left pectoral. His chest continued to visibly rise and fall, and he was breathing hard through his nose in an obvious effort to calm himself, fists clenched in tight balls at his sides. His breathing hitched when she barely touched him, a feather-light caress, her fingertips just skimming the jagged edge of his scar. She had known all along that he was in pain. So much unbearable pain—yet he would never admit it to anyone, least of all her.

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About the Author:

K.A. Raines is a U.S. Navy veteran who lives in Longview, TX with her children and who has a passion for reading, writing, red wine, and good food. Her love for science fiction, the paranormal, and romance bleed into her writing.

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BOOK REVIEW: When She Dances (Risdaverse) by Ruby Dixon #SciFiRomance #bookreview

I never expected to spend my days as a dancing girl… but it beats the alternative. In the window of a filthy space station cantina, I gyrate my hips and hope for better days.

When I’m bought by the most intimidating alien on Three Nebulas Station, those better days are on their way. Zakoar of the Broken Back is a cyborg who deals in black market prosthetics. He’s terrifying to look at, with a metal jaw and a fearsome demeanor. He intimidates everyone in the galaxy… except me.

Zakoar doesn’t want my name. In fact, he doesn’t want anything from me…except a little bed sport. In exchange for my willingness, he’ll take me to a human-friendly planet where I can live unafraid.

Love isn’t part of the bargain, but every moment that I spend with him, I learn more about the male beneath the metal…

…and I’m suddenly dreaming of a very different happy ever after for myself…

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My Review:

5 – stars !

Another amazing addition in the Risdaverse series!

In fact, this is now my #1 favorite Ruby Dixon story!

A battle hardened, scarred hero who thinks he’s too scary and hideous to be loved.

A slave who dreams of freedom and a hero to save her.

Add in steamy sex, two characters who are too afraid to admit they love one another, and you get a page-turning story guaranteed to make you smile.

Tessa may be a slave, but she’s still strong and determined to survive. Zakoar has watched her for a while, intrigued by the female who doesn’t cringe at his appearance. So what happens when Tessa goes up for auction? Our hero saves the day — even if he does tell himself it’s for his own selfish reasons.

Fabulous! Couldn’t get enough, and I may very re-read this one today. Loved every second of it!

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BOOK REVIEW: Mari’s Mistake by Ruby Dixon #SciFiRomance #KindleUnlimited

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I’ve ruined everything.

I had a mate. Resonance. Happiness. But then T’chai’s attacked by ravenous sky-claw and almost killed. To help him recover, I tell the healer to turn off our unfulfilled resonance. It’s temporary…or so I think.

Big mistake. Because now my khui acts like it’s dead and it hates T’chai. But I still love him. How do we move forward when I can’t bear his touch? Is there a way to get back our happiness together, or is it time to give up on what we once had?

T’chai has other plans, though. He’s not giving up on us. If it means crossing the world, he’s ready to do it at my side.

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MY REVIEW

5 – stars!

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this series, even though I got a little behind in my reading. Mari’s Mistake was a bit different from the others. In an awesome way. I loved seeing the struggle between Mari and T’chai. Not because I enjoyed their pain, but because it made them different. I don’t want to say too much and give away the bigger parts of the story, but Mari and T’chai had to work hard to stay together. They were willing to do whatever it took to make their relationship work. And yes, it still has all the hot sex you’ll find in the other Icehome books! Mari’s Mistake is probably my favorite in the series (until I fall in love with the next one).

*Disclaimer: Neither the author nor publisher requested a review of this title. I purchased/borrowed from Amazon and the above review is merely my opinion.

Spotlight: Finding Chaos by Kate Allenton #Ghosts #RomanticSuspense @kateallenton

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A paranormal journalist exposing the truth. A man with secrets best left hidden. A heat that threatens to burn them both.

Destiny Blake
Everyone has secrets, including me.
When my friend goes missing while researching a story about me, I have to stop him before it’s too late.
Only problem is the mountainous terrain is as much a mystery to me as the man who’s leading the search. Trusting each other isn’t going to be easy, especially when the ranger responsible for my safety harbors secrets of his own.

Walker Bennett
Doing my job and keeping my family’s secrets most days is easy, and as a forest ranger, isolated on the outskirts of town, tracking down poachers is my idea of a good day.
Until I met my Destiny.
I’ve been ordered to help a sexy, smart paranormal reporter search for her missing friend.
She’s inquisitive, in search of a good story, and it will take every bit of my concentration to keep my secrets off her radar.
Finding her friend isn’t my problem. The more time I spend with her, the more I hope her friend stays lost.
Exploring a relationship with the woman who sets my blood on fire will have to wait. With danger lurking around every tree and an inexperienced hiker in my care, I have to locate her friend and get them both off the mountain—story-less and alive.

 

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Falling for the Single Dad by Whitley Cox #RomCom #Eroticromance

Title: Falling for the Single Dad
Series: The Single Dads of Seattle
Author: Whitley Cox
Genre: Rom/Com, Single Dad, Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 13, 2020

When a blast from the past could blow up the future. 
Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other’s backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again. 
This is Liam’s story … 
Single Dad of Seattle, Liam Dixon has a kick-*ss life. He’s a successful divorce attorney with a great kid, and an ongoing Wednesday night no-strings booty call. But seeing his fellow single dads fall in love and happier than ever, he begins to question his own life. He wants more with Richelle. A future. Finally ready to sweep Richelle off her feet, a woman who broke his heart over twenty years ago unexpectedly knocks on his door desperate for his help.
Single mom, Richelle LaRue might not be five-feet-tall, but her personality and strength are that of an Amazon. She takes no prisoners and gives zero f*cks. A damn good divorce attorney, she won’t let any man push her around, including Liam and his ridiculous idea of a “relationship.” If it’s not broke, don’t fix it. With her past behind her, life is finally good and she’s determined to give her daughter a bright and shiny future.
But when Liam’s ex shows up, her story rocks Richelle to her core, and she and Liam take the woman’s case. What should be a simple divorce suddenly turns dangerous. Richelle finds herself–and those she loves–caught in the crossfire while Liam is torn between the past and the present, with their future dangling precariously in the balance.
 
Can Richelle let down her walls and trust when everything she holds dear is threatened, or will finally falling for the single dad be more than her heart can bear?
 
**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you like single dads who take charge, this book is for you.
“Have you seen my underwear?” she asked, her hawklike amber eyes scanning the bedroom floor. “Hot pink G-string.” Her lips spread, revealing perfect teeth and a salacious feline smile. “One of your faves, I believe.”
“You mean these?” he asked, his teeth now clenched around one of the strings.
She glanced up at him, her socks and shirt in her hand. “Those would be them, yes.”
He plucked the G-string from his teeth and held them on one finger. “Come get them.”
His eyebrows bobbed in a way that easily conveyed the payment required for retrieving her underwear.
That mouth he knew like the back of his own hand continued to smile. “No time, stud. I have a deposition at nine this morning. Can’t be late if I intend to kill it. Then I’m off to Mallory’s school for career day.” She grumbled, “How fun is that going to be? Going to a school and telling five-hundred-plus kids how rewarding it is being a divorce attorney …”
She wandered around to the side of the bed and bent down, giving him the ultimate view of her cleavage. He slipped his free hand into one of her cups until he found a nipple and tugged. The moan that rumbled in her chest told him she might not have the time, but she’d certainly make it.
Her lips hovered above his. “I can’t.”
“Can’t? Or won’t?” He lunged forward and took her bottom lip between his teeth.
She groaned, and her eyes squeezed shut. He could see her resistance crumbling. Feel the heat of her body and the way it radiated off her in a new way, a way he’d come to recognize and respond to primitively. The woman was a sexually charged animal. She also took control in the bedroom most of the time—which Liam had no qualms with—and by the time they parted ways Thursday morning, he was exhausted, achy, drained and happy as fuck.
But he also knew how to make his lioness purr. He knew how to make her roll over to her back, show her belly and become a playful kitten.

 

To look at her, you’d never expect the four-foot-eleven woman with short blonde hair, hawklike eyes, and the arms of a professional MMA fighter to be as fierce as she was. She reminded him of Tinker Bell—with an ax to grind. Hence, the nickname Tink or Tinker Bell that he’d given her ages ago. He’d even gone so far as to buy her a Tinker Bell costume one time (a sexy one, of course), and he wore a generic pirate’s costume for a little bit of role-playing.

 

A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
 
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.

 

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