Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Breaking A Bad Boy by Susan Arden

BREAKING A BAD BOY (Book 6 Bad Boy Series)
by Susan Arden
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Take one spunky tattoo artist, a hardcore badass cowboy, and watch the sparks ignite into a firestorm when one wants to get married and the other is holding out...for sex. One scorching kiss too many and Sommer Kincaid sets her sights on breaking Rory McLemore. She's been in love this bad boy since high school with his infuriating rule about NO SEX before marriage. Well that horrible rule is about to go down. All the way down. Especially after Rory gives Sommer a sizzling taste from his spank bank, and suddenly there is no stopping them from exploring each other...wherever and whenever, doing everything under the sun except actual penetration. Talk about frustrating! From holding out, Sommer is ready to give in. On the verge of saying 'yes' to his marriage proposal, Sommer is threatened with covering her dad's gambling debts. When she gets an offer she can't refuse out in L.A. and the means to make some serious cash, she heads for the coast rather than risk involving Rory in her rapidly imploding life. As these two hardheaded lovers are forced to the edge, their love is put to the test. Now it's up to Rory to stake his claim in Tinseltown and prove to Sommer, he's the ultimate bad boy and she's not going to end up as the girl that got away. WARNING: Filled with badass McLemore cowboys, spunky bad girls, a few variations of hardcore rocker Romeos. Be advised~Breaking gives a new definition for hot-off-the-charts romance.
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~About the Author~
Time to come clean about Susan Arden. This is a team effort between a husband and a wife. One was a teacher, now turned into writer, and just got into cover and interior book design which is a whole other fascinating world. The other is a business owner of a successful environment remediation company. Two heads are better than one when it comes to writing fiction. Susan Arden is just one of the pen names of this pair. Romance, YA fiction, and soon suspense fiction. Check out the Susan Arden team's blog to keep up this sweet & spicy romance world. Stay in touch.      
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Ransom by Faith S. Lynn - blog tour

Title: Ransom
Author: Faith S. Lynn
Genre: New Adult / Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: June 30, 2014

What would you do to get it all back?

Desperate, careless, frantic, hieness, and frenzied. These are just some of the words that could describe my state of being after everything was ripped from under me. I will do anything to get it all back. And I do mean ANYTHING. I just didn't expect what I would get in the process. She changes everything.

Carefree pretty much sums up my entire life. My father has made sure that I have never and will never want for anything. I have a fiance on the fast track to business success and a best friend that will always be there for me. My future is set and I couldn't be happier with it. Then it all changed in an instant. He took me away from everything that I thought I wanted, needed. Now nothing will ever be the same.

I am a New Adult author. From Lies to Promises is my debut novel! I am wife to the best husband of the freaking universe and mother to 3 majorly awesome kids! Reading, Xbox, cooking and WINE just barely scrape the surface of who I am. Everyone who knows me will say I am a nerd... and I would agree. Want to know a secret? I am a super hero. True story!

I have an obsession with anything people consider odd and I think learning is the bees knees. I have an Associates degree in Business Management and was an accountant for 7 years. I know, boooring! But I like having a problem and seeing a solution.

Maybe, just maybe, this is why I enjoy writing so much!

Point of Redemption by Stacey Lynn

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Title: Point of Redemption (Nordic Lords MC, #2)
Author: Stacey Lynn
Publication Date: July 30, 2014

Lies. Heartbreak. Betrayal. No one knew the devastation of those three words more than Faith Winston and five years ago, she endured every one of them. All she wanted was to feel safe and marry the very man who promised to love her and protect her, Ryker Knight. But growing up in the Nordic Lords Motorcycle Club, she should have known she couldn’t have a happy ending. Instead, her world became a nightmare. The bikers—her family—abandoned her, leaving her to crash without their safety net. Ryker Knight has spent the last five years consumed with guilt, running from the ghosts that haunt him. That is until his past catches up with him the moment his brother needs his help. Returning home to Jasper Bay, he’s forced to face the same ghosts he was running from. Only to find that the woman he loved is trapped in a hell of her own, entrenched behind enemy lines —and it’s all his fault. And even though Ryker’s life comes with priorities that he can’t – and won’t - turn his back on, he refuses to leave Jasper Bay until he’s found Faith.But will she want to return to the life she’s always wanted even if Ryker is no longer capable of giving her what he once promised? 

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About the Author

Amazon Bestselling Author of the Just One Song series, Don't Lie to Me, Remembering Us and the Nordic Lords MC series.I am a wife, a mom, and a writer. I can often be found curled up on the couch with a good book, or obsessively eating Skittles in a very complicated and organized manner. No joke.
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Monday, July 28, 2014

Eluded by Lyra Parish

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Title: Eluded
Author: Lyra Parish
Publication Date: July 28, 2014
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Lives intersect only to be changed indefinitely...

This isn't your typical girl meets boy.
There isn't a glass slipper or Prince Charming.
I've lived it and now it will be told.
Welcome to my personal hell...

I once saved lives and now... I so easily end them.

Women are drawn to me like a moth to the flame, and like the moth not all of them continue on. Some are broken, others are damaged, and a few never make it out... but it's their decision to live. Only they often don't know that until it's too late.

F*ck the rules, I create my own in a world where I have nothing left to lose. Living is a game, and I'm the reigning champion by being stronger and smarter than my prey.

This is your warning. If you radiate vulnerability... Well, you could be my next victim. Don't try to hide. I'm not easily eluded.

It started with me and now it will end with me.
Some people call me an uncontrollable killing monster. I f*cking laugh at the mention of the word.
Monsters have no control.
I've got plenty.
I don't kill without reason. I don't kill the innocent.
I hunt the ones that deserve it, the real monsters, the ones without regret or a soul.
The dream is always the same.A black van slows ahead of my sister and me as we walk home from school. When we pass, I hear the side door forcefully slide open and the hinges scream out in protest.Two men attack us. They grab us by our arms and their nails claw into our skin, causing it to break. We try to push them away and somehow manage to wriggle free. Then we run. We run like we've never run before, but they are always faster and stronger. When they catch up to us, one grabs my sister, pushes her down to the ground, and laughs.She bites his arm, leaving teeth marks and blood. This does no good though and only pisses him off. Then he slaps her in the face, yells at her, and threatens to kill her . . . but refuses to let go. They are relentless. I want to tell them that she is only ten years old, that she is no good to them, that she isn't even a woman yet, but a hand covers my mouth and an arm places me in a chokehold. My sister lets out blood-curdling cries, and all I know is that I need to save her. I kick my capturer in the knee, and he slams my body, then my head, into the cement until my vision blurs. I know I have a concussion from the brute force, but I continue to attack with everything that I have. No matter how hard I try, they take her.How can a twelve-year-old boy fight against men?He can't.I couldn't.When I think back to that day, I remember what the sky looked like after they pushed me down. It was blue like the color of the sea in Australia. Not often do I remember the sky in London being that color . . . or feeling so helpless. I'm often haunted by the look on my sister's face, and the sound of her screams and pleas as they shoved her into the van. I can still hear the revving of the engine as it hurried down the street like it was yesterday. That was the last time I felt fear. Those men stole more than my best friend and my sister. That day, they stole my soul.This time, I wake up dripping with sweat. Sometimes I am breathing rapidly or yelling, or my heart is racing so fast it pulls me from the nightmare. For the past fifteen years, I've been haunted with the memory of my sister's abduction. I used to blame myself for her having been taken. I no longer accept that burden, and I refuse to sit idly by. The underground darkness of London is at war with itself, and I've caused it. It will not end until the petty fucks that stalk my streets are destroyed.I will stop at nothing.Some people call me an uncontrollable killing monster. I fucking laugh at the mention of the word.Monsters have no control.I've got plenty.I don't kill without reason. I don't kill the innocent.I hunt the ones who deserve it—the real monsters, the ones without remorse or a soul.Sometimes people strive to be different, to step out of the fucking box, only to be misunderstood. The public doesn't understand me, but who really gives a shit?Who are they? Mice. They go to work every single day and spin the same wheel that gets them nowhere. Work. Marriage. Kids. Die.I search for adventure.I love control.When I find trouble, I make it my bitch.Most people call me Abbot. First name isn't needed. I truly believe there is power in a name. My friends respect me, my enemies fear me, and regardless of what I do, at the end of the day I am still a killer. Apparently, that's what defines me. Son, brother, leader of the Gang of London, protector, murderer . . . the only word that matters is the last one.Shakespeare said, "All the world's a stage." If that's true, then where is my standing ovation for a job well done? Twisted fucks like me don't receive positive recognition. We don't deserve to be rewarded for ridding the world of horrible people, because being a murderer outweighs all the good.An eye for an eye, a finger for a finger, or blood for blood. What-the-fuck-ever.I'm not fucked-up from a horrible childhood, unless one counts my sister's abduction. Everyone tries to blame my life choices on my parents' guidance, but my actions are by choice. My mum and dad loved and supported me. They told me I could be anything I wanted when I grew up, until I became what I am today—a cold-hearted killer.No one expected that one.   
About the Author
Words make the world go round. I love to write, travel, and sing really loud at the top of my lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make me gush. I am firm believer that a person can never have too many cats or cups of coffee, and that the F word is necessary.

Forget the beach! Give me a gel pen, a stack of blank paper, and beautiful mountains.
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Victory Run Series by Devon Hartford

~Book Series Synopsis~
There's only one rule in Rock & Roll: Don't sleep with anyone in the band.

Victory Payne is the hottest lead guitar player on the night club scene of Hollywood's infamous Sunset Strip. With nothing but her car and her guitar, she's ready to claw her way to success. Victory never gives up.

Then she breaks rock's cardinal rule. She falls in love with her lead singer, the gorgeous and brooding Scott Walker. That is mistake number one.

Mistake number two is a roadblock named Kellan Burns. Kellan is primed to claim the title of hottest lead guitar player in Los Angeles with his rugged good looks and his own guitar slung as low as his tight jeans. Kellan isn't the kind of guy to let some upstart babe with a six string stand in his way.
Victory Payne, meet Kellan Burns.
Ladies, you will need a fire extinguisher for this one.

VICTORY RUN 1 is part one of a three part, 185,000 word, serialized rocker romance novel. Victory RUN 2 and the conclusion Victory RUN 3 are available for purchase now.
CONTENT WARNING: Due to sexual situations and strong language, this novel may not be appropriate for readers under 18.

Victory RUN 1 (The Story of Victory Payne) 
Victory is a sexy, hot and sassy, no-holds barred, rocker chick!
*****5 Stars*****
When asked by a fellow blogger if I had read anything by Devon, my answer was a simple, 'no.' So when she asked if I wanted to read a hot rocker chick series, it honestly peeked my interest, so of course I said, "YES!" And it was one of the best YES!'s I have ever said... The author has a clean and real way of putting you in the moment with this book. From the descriptions of the thoughts of the characters to the venues where events take place. Its written in such a real way, you feel like your watching the action live as the story unfolds and the pages fly by. And what a ride...there are highs and lows, angst and lust, betrayal and despaire, and pure rock-n-roll! Victory is a sexy, hot and sassy, no-holds barred, rocker chick! And I will be the first to admit, yeah, I have a total girl crush on her! ;) She is one of the strongest chicks I have ever read, she is tough and still manages to keep it together when things get crazy. OH, and she is also the most kick butt guitar shredder! (although sometimes she has the worst luck.) As the pages race by from the fluidness of the writing, you can't help but keep wanting more and more. I am eagerly ready to dive into book two and can't wait to see what direction Victory's story goes! Will definately keep an eye out for more from this incredible author! oh yeah, and from his you-tube video I have seen, Devon can ROCK!!
Victory RUN 2 (The Story of Victory Payne)
It sucks you right in and doesn't miss a beat
*****5 Stars*****
 As eager as I was to pick this up as soon as I swiped the past page of book one, I thought it would leave me midly disapointed. I WAS SO WRONG!!! It sucks you right in and doesn't miss a beat, picking up where book one left off and the pace is just the same, fast and fluid and completely realistic. Victory is still as strong as she was in book one, in fact I think her strength has grown so much more in book two. Oh and Kellan is still completely swoon-worthy and the tension between he and Victory is intense and fun to read. Almost like being drawn to one another, no matter how hard they fight 'it', they wind up back in each others paths. Can't wait to see things progress is book three...maybe get some answers to lingering questions. But overall, this book was just as hot and rock-n-roll crazy as the last! Loved every page!!

Victory RUN 3 (The Story of Victory Payne)
Honestly five stars should be fifteen stars as this book brought it all home and full circle
*****5 Stars*****
This has to be without a doubt the best series I have read in a while.....from book one to book three I was captivated and on a total rock-n-roll journey, with a complete girl-crush on Victory!! Not to mention 'brown eyes' aka Kellan Burns....with Payne and Burns you can't help but feel the heat from those two! Questions from the previous books are answered as it comes to a close with book three. However, I am holding out hope that the author will continue with Victory and Kellan's stories. They are addicting and so well written, honestly would love to see them in concert and hear Kellans song to Victory and Victorys song (*tears*). I loved this book on so many more levels than the first two that honestly five stars should be fifteen stars as this book brought it all home and full circle. Can't wait for more from this author and would absolutely recommend this series to all romance lovers and rock-n-roll rockers!!

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Devon Hartford fell in love with heavy metal from the first moment he heard an electric guitar. Years later, while in high school, he bought his first electric guitar with money he earned flipping burgers. He’s been playing ever since. Devon lived in Hollywood for many years and frequented many of the locations in this book.

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The world famous rock club The Cobra Lounge is located at the heart of the Sunset Strip in Hollywood, California. It rumbles around me as the opening band quakes the building with their hard rock sonic assault.
I put the finishing touches on my makeup in the green room mirror backstage.
The green room walls are dotted with photos of all the famous bands who have played here. My bandmates surround me in the small no-frills room, waiting impatiently to go onstage.
The throb of booming bass guitar and kick drums pounds the walls. The bass is so intense that my bottle of mascara does a buzzing dance across the makeup table in time with the beat.
Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.
There’s a quick knock on the green room door before it swings open. The music from the stage is suddenly twice as loud.
The club’s stage manager leans inside the room. He’s an older guy with longish hair and gold pirate earrings. Vintage rocker. He barks at us over the sonic storm, “YOU GUYS ARE ON IN FIFTEEN MINUTES! GET READY TO ROCK!”
My bandmates and I nod at him. We’re all smiles. This is our first time playing at “The Cobra.” It’s a really big deal to be here. Over the last forty years, most of the biggest bands in rock have played here.
Bobby, my drummer, hollers at the stage manager, “WE’RE GONNA KNOCK THE FUCKIN’ WALLS DOWN, MAN!”
Rex, my bass player, shouts, “HELLS YEAH!”
The stage manager puts his hand to the headset mic in his ear, listens intently to whoever’s on the other end, then chatters a reply, “Copy that.” He turns back to me and says, “THE HOUSE IS PACKED WITH PEOPLE HERE TO SEE YOU GUYS! GET READY TO BLOW THEIR MINDS!” He pulls the door closed, muting the sound of the band on stage, and he’s gone.
My band, Skin Trade, has built up quite a fan base in the L.A. music scene over the last two years. We have a growing following on Facebook, YouTube, and Twitter. We’re positioned to break big. We have so much momentum, it’s gonna happen soon. I know it.
Rumor has it that a bunch of record producers and music execs are in the audience tonight. This is our chance to show them we can bring the house down. I’ve worked so hard to get here, I’m not even nervous thinking about it.
I’m so ready for this.
I return my focus to the old school makeup mirror in front of me. Big globe lightbulbs surround the glass. I put the final artful touches on my smokey eyes and glimmering black lipstick.
When I finish, I slide my chair back and spin in front of the mirror. A leather clad rock & roll assassin smiles back at me.
Hair: primped.
Makeup: perfect.
Outfit: sexy as hell.
I wear a short midriff studded biker jacket, skin tight low-ride lace-up black leather pants, black stripper heels covered in silver spikes, and a studded black leather bra.
I did my best to put together an outfit that looks like it came from that girl genius who runs Toxic Vision clothing and makes all her outfits by hand. She and I have the exact same sense of heavy metal style.
Deadly sexy.
Rex grins at me, “Your male groupies are gonna break their dicks off in their jeans when they see you walk on stage tonight.”
The pouty curl of Rex’s lips and his fitness model body have gotten him laid more times than I can count. If he owns a shirt, I’ve never seen him wear one. His stage attire is shirtless with tight pants and motorcycle boots. With all his ink, the girls drool over Rex’s delicious bad boy bassist looks at every show.
Bobby, our drummer, eyes me up and down and winks at me. He has the most gorgeous mane of long hair I’ve ever seen, male or female. With his stage makeup on, he’s the perfect blend of handsome and beautiful. He’s a total rock and roll lion. He blurts, “I’d fuck you.”
My voice drips with sarcasm as I say, “Thanks, Bobby. But, do I have to take a number and wait for you to finish screwing your pride of four girlfriends first?”
Bobby really does have four girlfriends. Amazingly, none of them know about each other. I don’t know how he does it. My guess would be his groupie girlfriends all suffer from starry eyed denial. The ladies always seem to have a thing for the wild drummer types.
“For you,” Bobby grins, “I’ll make an exception. You can come to the front of the line.”
I ignore his innuendo and chuckle, “Wow, that makes me feel special.”
Rex snickers, “Want me to leave you guys alone for two minutes?”
“Two minutes!” Bobby laughs. “I need two hours, bro. You know how horny I am before a show.”
“I know, dude,” Rex frowns. “You’re always trying to fuck my leg like a dog,” he chuckles.
Bobby makes a hound dog sound, “Aaah-ROOO!!!!”
They bump fists and laugh.
Men. I roll my eyes. I’d be surprised if Bobby could even get it up for me, considering how often he has sex.
“Just give me a blowjob, Victory,” Bobby begs while drooling over my skin tight outfit.
I smirk, “Ask Rex for one. I still need to warm up my hands.”
Bobby grabs his crotch lustily, “You can warm your hands up on my shit.”
I shake my head, “I need to play my scales on my guitar, dumbass.”
“My shit’s as big as a guitar neck,” Bobby says confidently. “Got the big headstock and everything.”
“You wish,” Rex chuckles.
I pat Bobby on the shoulder affectionately, “I’m sure you’ll find yet another ignorant slut to hook up with tonight.”
Bobby grins, “The ignorant ones are the best kind.”
Boys will be boys.
I’m used to the constant sexual tension of being the only girl in the band. And this is rock and roll, so it’s all about the sexual tension. It helps that Rex and Bobby are like my brothers. They would never cross that line. Besides, I already have a boyfriend, and I’m a one man kind of woman.
From outside the green room, the opening band goes quiet and the crowd cheers. A minute later, the club P.A. starts playing canned music to keep the energy up. The tune is Back In Black by AC/DC. It’s mandatory tuneage at every hard rock show between bands, but the song still makes me smile. Angus Young makes his guitar growl like no one else.
The energy and history of The Cobra buzzes around me. I can’t wait to become a part of it. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. It’ll only be a few minutes while the stage hands shift the band gear around.
Then we take to the stage.
I step past Bobby and grab my guitar case from where it leans against the wall. I unlatch it, pull out my cream colored 1987 Fender Stratocaster, sling it over my shoulder, and plug into my amp. My Strat is the same axe the late Jimi Hendrix played at Woodstock, and the same one played by the great Yngwie Malmsteen. Those guys are my top two guitar heroes.
As my fingers fly up the strings, a spray of melodic notes flows out of my small Line6 practice amp like rainbow raindrops. Not a light drizzle, but a downpour. I’ve been playing guitar for so long, I don’t really need to warm up anymore. But I do, because more than anything, I love playing electric guitar.
It’s my addiction.
My name is Victory Payne, and I’m a rocker chickaholic.
Rex watches me play and nods approvingly at my improvised soloing. His face eases into a hot sultry smile. “Shred that shit up, Victory.” He slings his bass over his muscled shoulder and lazily fingers the strings. He isn’t plugged into an amp, but I can hear the click and rattle of his bass strings join time with mine.
I do a series of quick trills on my strings with my left hand, then start tapping the fretboard with my right, just like Eddie Van Halen, the godfather of two hand tapping.
My high-pitched notes dribble out of the Line6 speakers like liquid candy.
“Play it!” Bobby grunts as he machine guns a staccato rhythm on the countertop in front of him with his drumsticks. He taps his boots on the green room floor like his feet are on the kick drums, keeping perfect time with my impromptu solo. A thick mane of hair swirls around him as he bangs his head energetically. Pantene totally needs to give him a contract. Even in the dim light of the green room, his hair shines like spun silk.
The three of us continue improvising a series of rocking riffs in perfect time.
A gleeful smile creeps onto my face as we play. I have the best bandmates in the world. We’ve played together on and off for the better part of five years. The last two, we’ve been dedicated 24/7 to our band, Skin Trade. Of all the musicians I’ve ever played with, the connection Rex and Bobby share with me is the closest thing I’ve ever found to a telepathic link. We anticipate each other’s every move, and countless fans have told us we’re the tightest live band they’ve ever heard.
I don’t know what I’d do without them. I can’t imagine being in any other band.
Our impromptu jam ends on a crescendo and we’re all smiling from ear to ear at our shared creation.
“Did someone tape that shit?” Bobby asks.
“I’ll remember it,” I say, meaning it.
Rex glances around at the photos on the green room walls and marvels, “Can you believe The Doors played here?”
“And Guns N Roses,” Bobby adds.
“Don’t forget Led Zeppelin,” I say.
“And Avenged Sevenfold,” Rex grins.
“And Metallica and Wild Child,” Bobby says.
“I think King Diamond even played here,” Rex says. “Now we’re playing here. A year from now we’re gonna be headlining arenas across the country.”
“You know it,” I smile proudly at both of them.
We’ve worked our asses off getting this far. This is our night to shine in the spotlight. I can only imagine what’s going to happen when we hit the stage. It’s gonna be insane.
The door to the green room opens and Scott Walker struts in. He is the lead singer and leader of our band.
He’s also my boyfriend.
Scott is the walking incarnation of rock & roll. Tall, lean, angelically handsome yet devilish and dangerous. Silver pants hug his slender legs and hang low on his hips, revealing the V of his flat stomach beneath the hem of his tight black T-shirt, which is emblazoned with bold white letters that say “FUCK.”. Tattered black combat boots complete the outfit. His short blond hair is spiked, and mirrored sunglasses cover his eyes.
Scott is everything all fathers with daughters worry about. Scott was born with the natural ability to seduce all females. I know from experience. He doesn’t even try, and women gravitate to him. When he opens his mouth and sings, all female legs within earshot part willingly.
On most nights, mine still do.
But, after being Scott’s girlfriend for two years, I know there’s more to him than first impressions. With all that beauty and talent comes a mountain of heartbreaking work. Scott can be higher maintenance than a walking toddler with sticky fingers. But he’s worth it. At least, that’s what I’ve always told myself.
“Damn, Vic,” Scott says, “you look fine as hell tonight, babe.”
I hate it when he calls me Vic. It sounds like a guy’s name. Telling him it bothers me never works. Scott does what Scott wants. I’ve learned to pick my battles with him.
Scott squeezes my ass possessively, staking his territory. I’m nobody’s property, but I can pretend to be if it keeps the peace this close to show time. Yet another battle I’ve let Scott win. He can be very insecure.
Scott turns to Rex and Bobby and says, “I bet you guys want a piece of this, don’t you?”
He’s referring to me like I’m a half pound of ground beef. He’s not always like this. I swear.
“She looks great,” Bobby says politely, staring at the floor.
“Totally,” Rex says blandly, pretending to tune his bass.
Scott has a temper and he likes to bait people to see if they’ll challenge him. Rex and Bobby know not to ruffle Scott’s feathers. When he’s around, they never say anything about my looks, good or bad.
We’ve all learned to handle Scott. Considering Scott writes all the music and lyrics, and sings our songs, we don’t have much choice.
Scott does what Scott wants.
Scott slaps my ass and digs his fingers in hard. “You putting on weight, Vic?” He arches an eyebrow at me.
That eyebrow makes other women melt.
At the moment, I’m over it.
I frown at him, “No.” I say it more defensively than I want to. There’s no way I’m gaining weight. I count calories like I count time in my head. It’s so automatic, I don’t even think about it anymore. Image is as much a part of making it in music as the music is, but it’s a necessary evil. I moved to Hollywood to make it big, not get a big ass.
Changing subjects, I say, “We should head to the stage.” I step toward the door. “We’re on in five minutes.” I glance at Rex and Bobby, “Come on, guys.”
They stroll toward the green room door.
“I’ll catch up with you guys,” Scott says, “I need five minutes alone.”
Bobby chuckles, “Like the Pantera song? You gonna kick someone’s ass?”
“Naw,” Scott says, “just need to get my head together.”
With Rex and Bobby standing behind me in the door frame, I shoot Scott a glare they don’t catch. I know what ‘getting his head together’ usually means. I told him to quit snorting blow months ago. He promised me a hundred times he’d quit. He’s probably nervous about tonight’s show. I get it. But cocaine is never your friend in the long run. It’s wrecked more of mine than I care to count. Scott thinks he’s different from everyone else. He thinks he’s special. In some ways, he is. Too bad the blow doesn’t see it that way. But I’m not going to call Scott out in front of the band and give him a “Say No To Drugs” lecture five minutes before stage time at the biggest show of our careers.
“You sure?” I ask Scott, tilting my head and widening my eyes accusingly at him. It’s my last ditch plea for him to stay straight for the night.
Scott lowers his mirrored shades so I can see his ice blue eyes. They’re as mirrored as his sunglasses. Inscrutable. “Promise,” he says softly. “Just need to focus for a few minutes.”
I can’t tell if he’s lying. Then again, I never could.
The stage manager pops his head through the open doorway. “Four minutes and counting, people. Get to the stage.”
“After you,” Rex says to me.
“Ladies first,” Bobby grins at me.
“Don’t sweat it, Vic,” Scott says, “I’ll see you on stage.”
Rex and Bobby herd me out of the room.
“Don’t be late,” I warn Scott as I walk out the door.
“This is rock and roll,” Scott chuckles. “Shit never goes as planned.”

My First, My Last by Lacy Silks

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Fate has kept them apart for twenty years.
Their roads hadn't crossed and the stars didn't align until now...

Matured, more experienced, pierced, tattooed and hot as hell, Adrian steps back into Mia's life to reclaim his first love.

And the moment she sees him she can't even remember her own name.

Adrian Reed had always remained in Mia's heart. After all, he was her first boyfriend and the man she'd lost her virginity to, but that was twenty years ago. His sudden appearance at a bar, on a girls night out, has Mia acting like the fifteen year old girl she was when they parted.

But life now is not as simple as it was twenty years ago. With two kids, a hopeful ex-husband and new insecurities, Mia finds opening up to a new relationship more challenging.

Will she give her first love another chance, or will she push him away, this time for good?


*****5 out of 5 Stars*****
This was an amazingly sweet read. From losing your first love and not knowing what happened, to haivng a second chance. His care and patience with her is astounding and just goes to show the lengths he will go to win her love again. An absolute must read and would recomend to anyone looking for a Happily Ever After!




     In that one kiss, which was so similar and different from our first, I knew I’d never kiss anyone like this again. It would be impossible to find that perfect match anywhere else—ever.
     When he pulled away, I was panting and I wondered how I’d find the strength to stand later on, but it didn’t matter.
     “I can’t make it upstairs,” he said, trailing his kisses down my neck and chest while he adjusted his straining crotch. I’d never seen jeans burst at their seams, but I was beginning to believe I’d get a chance tonight.
     “I don’t think I’d let you even if you tried.” My voice trembled.
     “You’re nervous,” he said.
      I nodded.
      “So am I.”
     He looked at me from above.
     “Yes. We didn’t know what we were doing back then. Now there are standards and expectations.” His lopsided grin that captivated me returned.
     I reached up to touch his cheek with my palm, smoothing it along his freshly shaved jaw. “No expectations. I just want you. I want us, even if it’s as clumsy as when we were young.” Although something deep in my belly told me my body was about to be blessed by this graceful man in ways I hadn’t expected.
     Adrian unbuckled his pants and slid them off his hips, which wasn’t easy over that bulge. I remained on the chaise, running my tongue over my lower lip, watching the power of his muscles flex with each move. His arousal strained underneath his boxer-briefs. As he lowered himself to the chaise, I couldn’t get enough of his new body. Nearly naked, he lay at my side, admiring me, tracing his fingers up and down my belly, right around my navel. A rush of goose bumps spread from there in an outward pattern.
     A soft moan of impatience escaped my mouth which he immediately soothed with a kiss. At the increasing demand of his swelling lips I opened wider, and he weaved his tongue inside me. I whimpered in response. Kissing him still seemed so unreal. Finally my hands moved and I drew them up his arms to the back of his neck, tracing my fingers along his hairline and then lower to his back. Under my palms, his shoulder blades twitched as his hand skimmed down my body. Adrian’s lower back flexed, and he groaned desire into my mouth.
     He braced his forehead against mine, saying, “I adore kissing you,” and then moved his lips to my cheek and down my neck to my cleavage before looking up and adding, “Everywhere.”

Beautiful young smiling couple in love embracing indoor 


Author of Erotic Romance, Lacey Silks writes her stories from life experiences, dreams and fantasies. She likes a pinkish shade on a woman’s cheeks, men with large feet and sexy lingerie, especially when it’s torn off the body. Her favorite piece of clothing is a birthday suit.
When she’s not thinking about writing steamy stories, which is a rare occasion, Lacey enjoys camping and skiing with her family (not at the same time of course). She’s a happily married wife blessed with two kids who adore going to the library. She’s an early bird by nature, but loves the nightly adventures with her hubby which provide good content for her books.

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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Zane's Choice by Mardi Maxwell

Title: Zane's Choice
Author: Mardi Maxwell
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publication Date: August 5, 2014

Beautiful, curvy, Ravyn Templeton was raised by a controlling father who forced her to marry a man she detested. Three years ago her husband, Charles Dolman, took her to a BDSM club in Houston to show her how a real woman could satisfy a man. When he chose a sub and began a scene with her, Ravyn refused to watch him and watched another Dom instead. The lesson she learned that night was what a Dom could do for a woman and ever since then the unknown Dom has haunted her dreams. After years of fighting for her freedom, Ravyn has finally managed to escape her abusive marriage only to discover her ex-husband tried to have her killed.

Zane Ramsey is an Assistant District Attorney and co-owner of Club Mystique, the BDSM club he and his brothers built on their Texas ranch. He’s also the Dom Ravyn saw three years ago in Houston. When they finally meet they’re instantly attracted to each other and against his better judgment Zane begins an affair with Ravyn. When her ex-husband Charles Dolman accuses her of laundering money for Carlos Mendez’ drug cartel, and Ravyn refuses to answer Zane’s questions, he leaves her.

Ravyn is devastated but let’s Zane go to protect him. She’s being blackmailed by Carlos Mendez, and she doesn’t dare tell Zane the truth. After she’s arrested, Fate steps in and brings them together again. Now, only Zane can save her if he loves her enough to fight for her.

I was born in Utah but I’ve traveled throughout America and lived in west Texas and the mountains of Colorado. I wrote my first erotic romance in the summer of 2013. It was accepted and published that same year. Since then I’ve written three more books in the Doms of Club Mystique series. At this time I’m busy writing the fifth and final book in the series. My heroes are tough cowboys with military backgrounds and my heroines are strong, sassy and submissive. I want the reader to fall in love with my characters and feel their pain and their joy so I put a lot of emotions and suspense in my books.

Other than writing, I love to read, travel, garden, swim and hike with my family, as well as go to the local drive-in movie with a carload of friends and a huge container of home-made cheese popcorn.



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