Friday, March 27, 2015

PRE-RELEASE BLITZ ~Deep by Kylie Scott~

Title: Deep
Author: Kylie Scott
Series: Stage Dive #4
Release Date: March 31, 2015
Positive. With two little lines on a pregnancy test, everything in Lizzy Rollins' ordinary life is about to change forever. And all because of one big mistake in Vegas with Ben Nicholson, the irresistibly sexy bass player for Stage Dive. So what if Ben's the only man she's ever met who can make her feel completely safe, cherished, and out of control with desire at the same time? Lizzy knows the gorgeous rock star isn't looking for anything more permanent than a good time, no matter how much she wishes differently.

Ben knows Lizzy is off limits. Completely and utterly. She's his best friend's little sister now, and no matter how hot the chemistry is between them, no matter how sweet and sexy she is, he's not going to go there. But when Ben is forced to keep the one girl he's always had a weakness for out of trouble in Sin City, he quickly learns that what happens in Vegas, doesn't always stay there. Now he and Lizzie are connected in the deepest way possible...but will it lead to a connection of the heart?
“Where have you been?” My sister rushed forward, catching me up in a tight hug. “I’ve been trying to call you all day. We checked everywhere and couldn’t find you.”

“Sorry. I just needed some alone time.” I squeezed her back, unable to stop from smiling. The thought of Anne turning her back on me had scared me more than I liked to admit.

“Well, I get you might want that.” She stepped back. “But you could have told someone.”

“You can’t just disappear like that.” And Ben kept right on frowning. “Shit, Liz, you’re pregnant.”

“Don’t upset her,” snapped Anne.

Ben ignored her. “I don’t know what the hell’s going on in your head. But you need to let me know where you are.”

My eyebrows went up and my mouth opened, ready to rip him a new one.

“She doesn’t answer to you. She’ll let you know if and when she decides to let you know,” said Mal, laying down the law to his bandmate before turning my way. “You will text your sister next time you decide to go wandering for a day, understood?”

My mouth, it still hung open.

“Christ, man.” Over and over, Ben’s hands rolled into tight fists before releasing again. “Can you cut the shit and get off my back for a fucking minute?”

“Don’t swear at him.” My usually sensible and staid sister poked a finger dead center in Ben’s broad chest. “You’re the one that caused this mess, thank you very much. She might still be a little young and naive, but you’re definitely old enough to know better.”

“That’s right.” Standing about as tall as a skyscraper, despite only coming up to Ben’s nose, Mal stared him down. Or up. Whatever. “This is a family matter. You can leave, thanks.”

Links to Buy:

Stage Dive Series Reading Order

Lick (Book One)

Play (Book Two)

Lead (Book Three)

Deep (Book Four)

Meet Kylie:
Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

Kylie is represented by Amy Tannenbaum at the Jane Rotrosen Agency, New York.

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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

REVIEW ~Manwhore by Katy Evans~

Title: Manwhore 
Author: Katy Evans
Series: Manwhore #1
Release Dates: March 24, 2015

My Rating: 5+ AMAZEBALL Stars!!
Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played?

This is the story I've been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention.

Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in.

Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career.

But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I'm the one discovering him...or if he's uncovering me.

What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin? 
I look very different than the girl Saint met in his office. But I don’t feel any different. My nerves are frayed to the edges as I give my name to a bouncer at the entrance and I’m allowed into the club, every part of me snug and tight in my dress as my black heels hit the floor.

Whereas M4 was all museum-like, the Ice Box is pure dark decadence. Ice sculptures sit on pedestals around the room. Cages with body-painted dancers hang from the ceiling. A bar with white and blue lights stretches from one wall to another.

Strobe lights flash across the space as I get jostled by the crowd. The bass thumps as the song “Waves” by Mr. Probz plays for the dancing crowd. Drinks are flowing on shiny silver trays, and the drinks are so adorned—by fruits, olives, salt glitter or colorful liquid swirls—they’re like artworks. This isn’t a normal swanky club. It’s the rich boys’ club and everywhere you look are beautiful people wearing beautiful things.

“I met him! God! When he said hi I thought I’d faint…!”

My nerves eat at me as I hear that, because I know for sure they’re talking about him. Trying to breathe, I wind deeper into the club, wishing for Gina so bad I ache. The room is packed with women, some clearly on the hunt, others already paired with someone, a few hanging out with their friends. I breathe slowly, in and out, telling myself I can do this. It’s just a club. I can have some fun. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out to a club, and never a club like this, but it doesn’t matter. I can interview people, and if I’m lucky, I can do more than that.

After scanning the area and trying to find the best spy-spots, I go to the top level and that’s when I get the best look at what’s happening downstairs at the most crowded corner.

And speak of the devil. My heart stops a beat when I see that dark head of his, and that loathed, burning knot in my stomach squeezes with a vengeance. I swear no one in my life has ever made me this nervous.

He sits with his arms stretched out behind him, a wine glass and two women vying for his attention as he chats with his friends. His masculine face is illuminated in certain angles when the lights flash—his beauty unprecedented.

Okay. Breathing. Do I want him to know I’m here or not?

A watery sensation seems to spread down my limbs as I force myself to go downstairs. I wind a path to the ladies’ room and worm myself through the throng of bodies toward a wide mirror above a set of modernist floating sinks. A group of women preen at themselves while I look our reflections. To my right, a woman pouts her red lips, and to my left, her friend pouts her pink ones. Me? I’m still me, but I look extravagant, like I was born here. I look very different than the young girl in coveralls he met. Will he even recognize me like this?

“You going to the after-party?” Red Lips asks Pink Lips as they retouch their lipsticks.

“No key yet.”

“Lookie lookie.” Red Lips waves a keycard in the air.

There’s squealing in the room and she tucks the key into her bra. “Mine!”

“So there’s an after-party?” I ask them.

“At Saint’s penthouse,” one says, nodding.

“How do you get invited to this party?”

“A hundred keys are distributed during the evening.”

A sudden thought of stealing the very key she’s just tucked into her bra flickers through my mind. I mean, it’s just a key. It couldn’t possibly be a felony.

“Babe,” she tells me, “stop giving my key the eye! I’ve been waiting three years to get a key like this. Go and work your ass out there if you want one. Only the finest asses make it.”

“Thanks,” I say, turning to look at my ass in the mirror questioningly. Gina says I’ve got a great ass. It’s perky and the perfect handful, some would say. But would Saint say that?

I sigh and lean against the wall, then I spot all the little writings on an open stall door. I narrow my eyes, forcing my focus.

Malcolm for my baby-daddy

I sucked Saint’s cock

Tahoe rammed me right here

Callan licks cunt like a caveman

I head back into the noise and try to find a good spot for spying when I see him again. The two women won’t leave his side and now my stomach for some reason feels jumpy, annoying me. One of the blondes takes a shot from the waiter, licks the rim, and then adds salt.

Saint edges back and watches her with an expression of casual boredom, but his lips are curled, as if he’s having some fun.

I’m so engrossed watching—a little too fascinated and a little bit disgusted—I don’t realize a guard has walked up to me until he’s right in my face. He signals to the back of the room—to where Saint’s best friends are now watching me. Saint isn’t even looking my way. Oh no, he’s too busy being entertained, still wearing that almost-bored smile. Maybe they need to take their tops off to get him excited?

All three men fit in perfectly with the lavish surroundings, but I can’t look at the other two. Only at Malcolm. Malcolm’s dark good looks blend with the shadows like Hades in his own little corner of hell.

Suddenly he laughs over something one of the blondes does and he turns a little, his eyes landing straight on me—and stopping there.

I feel his stare like a hit of adrenaline. I want to look away, but I can’t, I feel trapped. I don’t know if I made this up but I could’ve sworn his chest jerked as if he sucked in a breath.

Does he recognize me?

Do I want him to?

Suddenly the atmosphere is so heavy I can’t breathe. My lungs feel like rocks and I really can’t breathe. As he rakes me in one fast, complete sweep of his eyes that makes my stomach grip nervously, he takes in my pumps up to my long blonde hair, and I become aware of my dress hugging the top of my thighs, my hips, my abdomen, my breasts and even my ass. Oh god. I force myself to follow the guard in his direction, every step accelerating my heartbeat. In that black suit and without a tie, the top button of his shirt open and his hair a bit rumpled, Saint is the embodiment of luxurious and decadent and sin. He is Sin Itself and I feel like an absolute…virgin.

He stretches his long legs out before him, his stare fixed on mine without any seeming inclination to move away.

“Mr. Saint,” the guard clears his throat. “The gentlemen had me summon her.”

Although his smile doesn’t waver, the look on his face is completely remote and unreadable.

“Here she is, gentlemen,” the guard then tells the other two—the blond and the copper-haired men looking at me like lunch.

“Tahoe,” the blonde says.

“Callan,” the copper-haired says.

Saint merely pats the blondes on the butt and sends them on her way, then he reaches out to take my elbow somehow in an instinctive gesture that brings me a strange sense of comfort. I don’t know anybody else here, so when he tugs me to his side, I go down and sit next to him on the edge of the long booth.

And that’s when he leans his dark head over to me and murmurs, “Malcolm.” His voice is so deep and rumbling, I shiver.

“Rachel,” I lamely offer.

He raises his eyebrow and stares at me. What are you doing here, Rachel? he seems to ask.

I’m wondering what to say, when Tahoe lifts his drink and drains it. “You’re up past your bedtime.” The Texan oil baby. Oozing charm, drawling out the words.

I don’t know why but I’m acutely aware of the position of Saint’s body in relation to mine. He just straightened fully in the booth and somehow shifted so his arm is very noticeably stretched out behind me.

“Like they say, no rest for the wicked,” I answer Tahoe with an extra-wide smile, my heart pounding over Saint’s nearness.

Suddenly I can smell him. Just him. Among all the mingled scents in the room, it’s Saint somehow in my lungs, in every breath. He radiates a vitality that draws me like a magnet. It unnerves me but something in his presence, so close to me, soothes me too.

“Apparently there’s a dress code—Saint had to drop his tail and horns at the door,” Callan jokes as a waiter sets a drink before me.

“Oh yes.” I tug the hem of my skirt self-consciously, “I had to drop half my dress.”

“Did you now?” Tahoe asks.


One word, one letter, from Malcolm.

“Yeah, Saint?” Tahoe returns, lifting his eyebrows.


I almost spit out the drink. I cough and slam my hand to my chest, and Saint calmly reaches out to take my drink from my hand and sets it aside. “Okay?” he asks, ducking his head and peering into my face.

I give one last cough and squeeze my eyes shut and nod, and when I open my eyes, Saint is the only thing I see. I find him staring at me in such a penetrating way I can feel the stare in my bones.

“Did you just get to the party, Rachel?” he asks.

As he waits for my reply, he reaches for my cocktail and extends the glass out to me. His wrist is thick and looks so strong, so golden, his skin smooth, his arm dusted with a little bit of hair as I cautiously take it from him, our fingers brushing.

Tahoe reaches for his coat pocket and waves whatever he extracted in the air. “Saint! May I?”

Excitement leaps in my chest when I realize it’s the key!

“Not happening, that’s not her scene,” Malcolm murmurs besides me.

“Aw! Come on, let me give her a key. She’s a dime, man,” Tahoe drawls.

I’m so disbelieving, I’m not even breathing as Malcolm slowly stands. I follow him up, staring up into his face in confusion.

“What do you mean it’s not my scene?” I demand. I feel like there’s no gravity when he stands so close to me. I’m dizzy. Confused. And unexpectedly hurt.

For the first time since we met, he looks at me like he’s actually losing his temper…with me. He leans closer and puts his lips close to my ear. “Trust me when I tell you, it’s not your scene. Go home,” he whispers. He sends me a look laden with warning and walks away, blending into the crowd.

Tahoe and Callan stare at me, speechless. “That’s a first,” Tahoe mumbles and heads away.

I feel myself burn in humiliation and confusion. Worse is that, when I go outside, the same man who drove us around the day before walks over to me.

“Miss Livingston, a pleasure to drive you,” he says, hanging up his phone as if Saint just called him. He is a huge man, with a bald head, an earpiece, and no expression. A second later, he’s opening the car door of the Rolls for me.


Did Saint call him just now and ask him to escort me home?

Aware of people staring and seeing me being led to Saint’s car, I climb into the back of the car and I murmur my thanks simply because it’s not this man’s fault.

The car smells new and expensive and, like him. A bottle of wine and water bottles ride with me. There’s music in the background and the temperature is just right. The perfect luxury of it all tempts me to run my hands down my dress and look down at myself in confusion. What is wrong with me?

I feel as if he pulled the rug from under me and reminded me what I’m up against. The top of the species. Somebody ruthless.

I can’t take the heat in the back of my ears and on my cheeks. I sag on the backseat and set my forehead on the window. Focus, Livingston! Exhaling, I grab my phone and try to write down all the details about what I saw, but I can’t right now. I just can’t do anything but ride here, in his car, wondering why I feel so vulnerable.


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I NEED more of Malcolm Saint in my life!! This book floored me. I'll be honest there was a bit of disconnect at the beginning because I thought I knew where it was going. However, while the concept in general might seem vaguely familiar it's the heart, soul and lust that Ms. Evans puts into her characters that bring me back to loving her work EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. She wrote into this book what I love about her writing SO much. You can tell she just pours every ounce of power into these characters. THAT'S what makes this golden. Taking a normally insufferable character like Malcolm and turning him into someone I swooned for. The playboy image in real life irritates the heck out of me, and in most books too. But in this book - PHEW! Someone please hand my a fan and get me some water, because Malcolm Saint is TOO hot! Then you get a bit further in and he's not just sex on a stick. He's downright lovable. He's sweet and caring, possessive (which I LOVE!) and is so scrumptious in and out of the bedroom. 

Then there's his counterpart Rachel... She is incredibly relatable in this book. So torn. Wants to hate him on principle, but he's just too delectable for her to resist. And for him, there's just something about her. Possibly that she's not on her knees (figuratively speaking, of course. You know these two get down and filthy dirty!) begging him to pay her attention. Yet, throughout the story she has a quippy inner-voice which offers a laugh a minute and such turmoil where he's concerned. There's the constant "will she, won't she?" aspect to this story, and the dread in my stomach of how he'll react if she does. Kept me on my toes!

All I can say is that this book is currently sitting in my top 5 favorite reads of the year so far. I HAVE to have more. It's a necessity. Let's just say Ms. Evans might find my (friendly) cyber-stalking her for any kind of update for the next story in this series. I've already found myself re-reading my favorite parts and I haven't even been finished more than 48 hours. And it's highly probably that this might be one of my most highlighted books (I like to highlight my favorite parts on my ereader). Now, that Ms. Evans has thoroughly worked me into a book funk, I'm off to find someone with even half as much  appeal as Malcolm Saint. (HA!)

Meet Katy:
Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you!

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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

RELEASE DAY LAUNCH ~Easy With You by Kristen Proby~

We are absolutely thrilled to be able to bring you the Release Day Launch for Kristen Proby's EASY WITH YOU!! EASY WITH YOU is an Adult Erotic Romance novella filled with suspense in Kristen’s With Me in Seattle Series!! Kristen's beloved characters, sexy situations, and suspense!? Run, don't walk, to Amazon and one click this bad boy!

“You didn’t ask for her number.” She scowls and pokes her finger into my chest. I look down at it, then glance up at her with a raised brow.

“You just assaulted an officer.”
“I did?” She swallows hard.
“Yes. I might have to arrest you.”
“With handcuffs?” She smiles gleefully, clearly excited at the thought.
“Would you like me to arrest you with handcuffs?”
“Hell to the yes!”
“Kate?” There’s suddenly a very tall, very irritated man standing behind the fiery redhead, staring daggers into me. I can’t help but laugh.
“I’m talking to the hot Asher,” she says, not turning to look at him. “I assaulted him, and he’s a cop, and he’s going to put me in handcuffs.”
“No, I don’t believe he will.”
I laugh again. “There’s nothing going on here, man.”
“Come see Lila!” Kate takes my hand, pulling me from my stool to the table behind us. Most of the women have cleared out, leaving just a few, including the sexy as fuck woman I met on the plane yesterday. “Where did everyone go?”
“Declan took them home,” Lila replies, and her hand stops midway between the table and her lips, holding her drink. Her violet eyes widen when she sees me. “Hi.”
“We meet again.” I sit next to her, my fingers itching to plunge in her dark hair and brush it over her shoulder. “How are you, Lila?”
“Fine.” She clears her throat and smiles at me. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
“A happy coincidence,” I reply softly. “You look beautiful.”
And she does. Her eyes are a bit glassy from the alcohol, her cheeks just a little flushed. Her hair is straight and falls down her back and over her slim shoulders. Before I can ask her questions about her trip here, or anything about her, we are soon pulled into the conversation with the others at the table. 

But when Kate asks Lila if she’s ready to go, I’m shocked when Lila responds with, “I’m gonna have Asher take me home.”
Nothing has ever come easy for Lila Bailey. She’s fought for every good thing in her life during every day of her thirty-one years. Aside from that one night with an impossible to deny stranger a year ago, Lila is the epitome of responsible. Steadfast. Strong. She’s pulled herself out of the train wreck of her childhood, proud to be a professor at Tulane University and laying down roots in a city she’s grown to love. But when some of her female students are viciously murdered, Lila’s shaken to the core and unsure of whom she can trust in New Orleans. When the police detective assigned to the murder case comes to investigate, she’s even more surprised to find herself staring into the eyes of the man that made her toes curl last year. In an attempt to move on from the tragic loss of his wife, Asher Smith moved his daughter and himself to a new city, ready for a fresh start. A damn fine police lieutenant, but new to the New Orleans force, Asher has a lot to prove to his colleagues and himself. With a murderer terrorizing the Tulane University campus, Asher finds himself toe-to-toe with the one woman that haunts his dreams. His hands, his lips, his body know her as intimately as he’s ever known anyone. As he learns her mind and heart as well, Asher wants nothing more than to keep her safe, in his bed, and in his and his daughter’s lives for the long haul. But when Lila becomes the target, can Asher save her in time, or will he lose another woman he loves?  
A Message from Kristen Proby: 
Dear readers, As you know, the With Me In Seattle series came to a close earlier this month with the eighth and final installment, FOREVER WITH ME. I've been steadfast in my decision that there would be no further stories from the series, no spin-offs, nothing more. In my mind, it was complete. And I still feel that the Montgomery/Williams families are complete, and I maintain that I'm happy with their happy-ever-afters. But, I've also heard you when you've said that Asher, Matt Montgomery's partner in TIED WITH ME, deserves to have a happily ever after for himself and his daughter Casey. So, when the lovely ladies from 1001 Dark Nights asked me to participate in their wonderful project, I thought long and hard about whose story it should be about. Seattle is finished, and I've moved on to New Orleans for the new Boudreaux Series... And then it occurred to me: why not do both, and offer a companion novella to each of the series? And so, because you, the reader, has been so insistent that you want to see Asher and Casey find their perfect person, I'm excited to introduce you to EASY WITH YOU. I think you're going to love Asher and Lila's love story this spring... 
Happy Reading, Kristen Proby 

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Kristen Proby is the author of the popular With Me in Seattle series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong characters who love humor and have a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type—fiercely protective and a bit bossy—and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen spends her days with her muse in the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys coffee, chocolate, and sunshine. And naps. Visit her at

Friday, March 20, 2015

BLOG TOUR REVIEW ~The Risk by Skye Jordan~

Title: The Risk
Author: Skye Jordan
Series: Xtreme Heroes #1
Release Date: March 16, 2015

My Rating: 4.5 Stars!

From New York Times bestselling author Skye Jordan, Xtreme Heroes is a brand new series starring super-hot extreme athletes and their adventures. 

Former Olympian turned physical therapist to the elite Julia Bailey knows all about pushing the limits. But when a sexual harassment suit costs her a dream job—not to mention her reputation—she takes on the biggest risk of her life. Rehabilitating the X Games’ most notorious bad boy might be just what she needs to secure the funds for her own treatment center. Problem is, the only kind of recovery her new client is interested in is under-the-covers freestyle—gear optional.  

Daredevil snowboarder Noah Hunt is a rock star—on and off the slopes. A recent accident might have him down, but he’s far from out. He doesn’t care what the sexy therapist with the sweet curves says. He’s got sponsors to impress and trophies to collect, and taking things slow and steady just ain’t his style. A little dirty talk and a sizzling night later, Julia learns just how fast and hard he likes to play. Too bad for him, his heart goes all in, and one wrong move could cost him more than just his career.

“Dude,” Jake said from his seat in the opposite corner of the sofa, his voice quiet. “What’s up with the cooking and serving? How’d you get her collar on so tight?”

The insinuation that he had Julia under his controlling thumb hit Noah wrong. He was just about to set Jake straight—probably in an inappropriate way—when Mercer said, “It’s not about control, dumbshit, it’s about treating them right. If you’d date a decent girl for a change, you’d figure it out. I keep telling you, do them right in bed, they’ll do you right out of bed. You’re too damn dense to catch on.”

Noah closed his eyes, rubbed his lids, and sighed. Normally, he would not only have laughed with the guys but spurred the lousy innuendo along. Now, he didn’t know how to deal with this protective sensation toward Julia. And he couldn’t exactly come out with she’s mine, back off, because while they’d all assumed he and Julia were sleeping together, he hadn’t even hinted at the reality.

And even in reality, she wasn’t his. Not indefinitely.

“Nix the gutter, guys,” Noah said. “She’s treating us like kings.”

Julia chose that moment to enter the room again with two more trays of food. Jake popped off the couch and took one from her, like he was suddenly Prince-fucking-Charming. She thanked him, then bent to set the other tray on the table. Her shirt fell open, exposing the soft cleavage between her perfect breasts. And while she was fidgeting with the tray, she lifted her gaze to Noah’s without moving her head. There was heat there, like she knew what she was doing to him. A secret, or at least a semisecret, between them among all the other guys.

Lust speared through him, as hard and fast as a crack of lightning. He dug his fingers into the leather sofa cushion. Without breaking his gaze, Julia lifted something from the tray and brought it to him.

She glanced over her shoulder at the guys where they swarmed around the food like ants on a sugar cube, then sat on the arm of the sofa. “I have a treat especially for you. Open.”

Noah parted his lips. He didn’t know or care what she put in his mouth. He’d take anything she gave him. With her own tongue sliding slowly over her lower lip, she slid something inside his mouth, purposely grazing his teeth with her finger, dragging it across his lip on the way out.

Noah couldn’t drag his gaze from hers—not until flavor burst in his mouth. The cinnamon hit him first—spicy and warm—then the apple, tangy and familiar, then the sugar. So damn good he wanted to roll his eyes back in his head and groan.

“Oh my God,” he murmured instead, glancing past Julia to look at the tray. It was covered in little squares topped with whipped cream. He chewed, and the familiar flavor of pastry, fruit, and sugar hammered his taste buds. “Did you find my Apple Strudel Pop-Tarts?”

“Not the boxed kind,” she said, tilting her head, her gaze stroking his lips as if she could barely resist licking them. “My own, healthier, version.”

When he met her gaze again, his mind whirling with the sweet gesture, Julia looked hot and hungry. She reached out and wiped something from his lip with her thumb. She lifted her dark eyes to his, and a dirty little grin played at the edge of her mouth. “I’d wear a collar for you,” she said quietly. “If, I mean, that turned you on.”

Noah had barely registered the comment when she pushed off the sofa and returned to the kitchen, leaving him there to burn a hole in the cushion.

For the next hour, Noah couldn’t think about anything but Julia in a collar. A collar and heels. A collar and heels and nothing else. Red leather. Diamond studs. High on her throat. One with a metal ring to attach a chain or a rope…

A collective gasp yanked Noah out of the fantasy—one that didn’t really get any further because he’d never been into the sexual-control gig. Didn’t even know what BDSM stood for, just that it involved whips and chains and all sorts of things that didn’t interest him.

Unless it involved Julia wearing a collar. Then he might be interested. Right now he was a lot restless. Too restless to care what had happened on the television that had everyone in the room muttering curses. Someone had taken a bad fall. Noah could calculate just how bad by the collective reaction in the room, and he didn’t want to look. Didn’t want to know. It gave him flashbacks of his own crash.

Julia came around the corner of the living room, her gaze on the screen. “What happened?”

“Braunhauf ate it—bad,” Jake told her.

Noah glanced at the screen, where a medical team wearing red-and-yellow jumpsuits were contrasted against the crisp white mountainside. His stomach squeezed like a fist. Sweat broke out on his upper lip. Then the replay of the fall began, and Noah looked away and tried to shake the memories of his own fall from his head.

Julia hissed through her teeth. “Torn ligaments in her ankle and her knee for sure. Probably a fractured tibia too. She’s out for the season, but she’ll be back next year.”

“You get that from a short clip?” Finn asked, shocked.

She shrugged like it was no big deal.

Noah pushed from the sofa and turned into the kitchen. He pulled the handle on the sink and splashed icy water on his face until the soft touch of Julia’s hand lay on his back. He hit the tap but stared into the sink.

“Flashback?” she asked softly.

“Little bit.” He straightened, hands clasped on the edge of the sink, water dripping off his chin. “But I was knocked off-balance before that. Something about a collar…”

“Oh.” A tentative smile turned her mouth. “So you like the idea?”

He grabbed her wrist and yanked it against his crotch. She gasped a soft, “Oh.” Then registered the thick hard-on beneath her hand with widened eyes and a more realized, “Oh.” Then began stroking him with a knowing, “Oh.”

He pulled her hand away and stepped back. “Yeah, oh.”

That wicked little smile remained. “Just the thought of a collar does this, huh?”

“Just the mention of the word…” God, he couldn’t even say it.

“What part of the collar turns you on? The control? The look?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done collars.”

Her brows shot up. “There’s something you haven’t done?”

Fucking tease. “You have?”

“No. It would take a very special man to get me into a collar. I wouldn’t let just anyone take control.”

His gut did that windmill thing again. “And I’m that man?”

“You tell me. What do you envision when you think of me in a collar?”

He glanced toward the living room, where the guys were chatting about the next race. “Can’t do this now.”

“Red?” she asked. “Black? Leather? Satin? Spikes? Studs?”

“Julia…” he warned.

“With lingerie? Lace teddy? Thigh-highs? Or naked? Nothing but skin? Skin, spiked heels, and a collar?”

He swore under his breath, one hand squeezing the sink so hard his fingers tingled from the lack of blood flow.

“On my knees? On all fours? Restrained on my back?”

Sweat re-accumulated across his brow. “Jesus Christ.”

She moved closer, lowered her voice to that husky whisper she knew turned him on. “If I had to guess, I’d say your preference would be…” She leaned even closer, her scent infiltrating his head and making him dizzy. “Red leather collar, studs, no spikes. Tight. Matching spiked heels. On my back, legs spread wide.”

He closed his eyes and groaned. “Fuck.”

“Oh yes. That will be happening the second these guys are out the door. You can count on it.”

“Why wait? I could fuck you in three minutes flat right now.”

“The king of orgasms-until-I-scream wants a three-minute fuck?”

“No. That’s not what I want. It’s what I need.”

“Do you have any idea how much you wanting me so badly turns me on?”

He opened his eyes but couldn’t find his voice.

She licked her bottom lip, then scraped it between her teeth as she darted a look toward the living room. Everyone was cheering at something on the television. Julia covered his hand with hers and pressed it to the flat of her stomach underneath her shirt. She sucked in her belly, and with her gaze hot and deliberate on his, she pushed their joined hands into her jeans, over her mound, and deep between her legs.

Noah closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

“Feel how wet I am?” she whispered, her forehead pressing his. “Touch me.”

He stroked her lips, slick and hot and warm. Lust washed his body. “Jesus Christ.”

You could make me come in ten seconds.” Her feathery voice skipped with desire. “But then I’d scream…and you’d…have a lot of explaining…”

“Noah,” Finn yelled. Both he and Julia froze, their eyes opening and holding. “Bring me another brew, would you?”

“Fucking Finn,” he rasped, making Julia bubble out a laugh. “Sure,” he called, wincing with regret as he drew his hand back. “Anything for you, buddy.”

Noah had just turned away from Julia when Mercer and Jake came in, each holding an empty tray. They slid them onto the counter, and Noah met Julia’s eyes, their gazes communicating shit that was close. Then her mouth turned with a secret smile just for him, and his heart folded. He was so gone over this woman.

This book is a wild ride! I truly enjoy every book that Skye Jordan pens, and to successfully follow up on her AMAZING Renegades series, is a tough task, but she's done it! The Risk kicks off an equally TREMENDOUS, and thrilling, series. Noah and Julia head up a cast of funny, sweet, and sinful thrill-seeking individuals. Noah, having recently suffered from a could-be life altering injury if met with Julia. A woman whose life has never gone as planned and is now handed the most sexy and impossible patient. How is she supposed to help rehab Noah, if he doesn't want the help?

Over the course of six weeks these two fight their passion (which is EXPLOSIVE), and work together to heal not only Noah's injury, but maybe Julia's tortured heart as well. Let's put the sexy time aside, because we all know Ms. Jordan gives good steam with her couples, but the really captivating part of this books was the friendly chemistry and banter between Noah and Julia. They slide in and out of fun times to serious time and end up flirting in a matter of one scene. Yet it's effortless. And along with the light-hearted feel to the book is an underlying depth that grabs you and sucks you into the world.

I'm really dying for the next book. I have absolutely fallen head over heels for the cast of characters that we were introduced to with Noah's snowboarding buddies. I can't wait to experience each of their falls into love as well! A definite must read, if you ask me. It's got the perfect balance of funny and serious, sexy and sweet. A true gem!

Happy Reading!
*ARC provided by the author in exchange for an honest review*
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About Skye:
Skye Jordan is a pseudonym for New York Times bestselling romantic suspense author Joan Swan. Skye’s novels are about enjoying that little wild streak we don’t let out often enough. About those fantasies we rarely get the opportunity to indulge. About stretching limits, checking out the dark side, and maybe even acting a little naughty. They’re about escape and fun and pleasure and romance. 

And, yes, even love, because while wicked-great sex is good, happily ever after with wicked-great sex is even better. 

Skye (aka Joan) lives on the central coast of California in the heart of wine country with her husband and two daughters. As often as possible, she retreats to a hotel with critique partners for a power-writing week where much drinking, laughing, and yes, even working, ensues. When she’s not writing, Skye goes to breakfast with her hubby, attends her daughters’ barrel races, and spends a lot of time with her own horse, Riddle…while her two dogs, Paxton and Indie, tag along. She also loves to read, knit, craft, row, ride, and dabble in photography.

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015


Title: Coda
Author: C.D. Reiss
Series: Songs of Submission #9
Release Date: March 18, 2015

My Rating: 5 Stars!
Did you want a pat little ending about Jonathan and I riding off into the sunset? Did you want flowers and stars? Man, I wish it was all soft filters and violins. I wish we could fight about who cleaned the bathroom or who was cooking dinner. But I knew I was never destined for simple contentment.

I almost committed murder for him. I almost tore us apart to save him. How do you get back on the horse after that? Because, I promise you, nothing is the same. Nothing.

I’ve earned our happily ever after. Now I have to survive it.
Good thing this isn't written on paper or you might see the tear stains from this book turning me into a purely hot mess. I get it, I've read the entire series and her other series but good lord woman just once don't completely mind f*c* me. Just once. Hell, who am I kidding?!?! I loveeeee it. This book was the delicious marble-swirled topping to my favorite decadent, creamy chocolate cheesecake. Yes. THAT good. Just as my heart was mending back together and I felt a murmuring of warm fuzzies CD Reiss ripped all the color out of Jonathan and Monica's life... She made me hit a new emotional low for the series. One, quite frankly, I didn't think I could come back from. Leave to this delightfully twisted author to give the happiness we've all been dying for for 9 books back in just one scene. One scene at the end that puts the band-aids on your heart, pats you on the shoulder and gives you a slap on the ass for good luck into the future.

Obviously, by my semi-dramatic (okay, that may be an understatement) opening to this review Coda sent my emotions on the deadliest, scariest rollercoaster. You know that one that may make you cry while you're on it, but leave you feeling exhilarated and like you want to become an adrenaline junky? Yeah, that one. But looking back on this series, Monica and Jonathan deserved nothing less that the ending our Mistress have them. They fought will every ounce of their might to get where they ended up and that makes it worthwhile. That tenacity gets rid of any doubt I ever had in these two.

Simply put, it was beautiful. An exquisite finale that left me in a settled happy place instead of leaning over the abyss like the other books did. Don't get me wrong, I'll miss these two crazies and there's a definite emptiness feeling that comes with finishing their story. But they deserved that happily ever after. A LOT of blood, sweat and tears went into that happily ever after. I will make on not about this book - there was part of the book that hit an uncomfortable spot with me, truthfully, that scenario is incredibly difficult to read in any book, but for this one Ms. Reiss went so much further into detail and I about put the book down. But heed my warning, it's difficult yes, but when you get there just keep going. It'll get better and make sure you read the END NOTES!!! There is a personal note in there from C.D. Reiss that yes, broke my heart a little more, but also gave me the utmost respect and love for her as an author and her characters for being able to make convey the brokenheartedness I'm sure all readers felt while reading the book. All I can say BRAVO! An incredibly mind blowing ending to an already fantastic series!
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Title: Complete Submission
Author: C.D. Reiss
Series: Songs of Submission #1-8
Release Date: February 10, 2015
This bundle contains books 1-8 of the USA Today Bestselling Submission Series, and totals 1300 pages of intense, steamy romance that will leave you breathless.
Jonathan Drazen is a known womanizer and a gorgeous piece of man I’m not letting into my heart. I believe him when he says he can’t love me. I’m not looking to fall in love either.

Three nights, tops, then we part like physically satisfied grown ups. No harm, no foul.

But when I give him what he wants, I find I want it to, and when I submit myself to him, I feel whole. Am I wrong to need to submit so badly? And am I crazy for falling in love with such a dominant man?

This guy is going to break me into a million little pieces.
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Meet C.D. Reiss:
CD Reiss lives smack in the middle of Los Angeles with her children and husband. She likes to make pretty pictures and write dirty scenes. She eats dark chocolate and chili, together, sometimes with bacon, and doesn't care what you think about that.

There are a million more things she could tell you about herself besides that, but they're all too boring to mention in company.

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