Blog Tour : Devoted to Pleasure by Shayla Black

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There’s a fine line between his business and her pleasure…

Devoted to Pleasure, an all-new sexy romantic suspense standalone from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shayla Black is available NOW!

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BOUND BY DUTY…

Bodyguard and former military man Cutter Bryant has always done his duty–no matter the cost. Now he’s taking one last high-octane assignment before settling down in a new role that means sacrificing his chance at love. But he never expects to share an irresistible chemistry with his beautiful new client.

…TEMPTED BY PLEASURE

As the star of a steamy television drama, Shealyn West knows fame well, but it has come at the expense of her heart. With a blackmailer watching her every move and the threat of career-ending exposure looming, Shealyn hires Cutter to shore up her security and keep her safe, never imagining their attraction will be too powerful to contain.

As Shealyn and Cutter navigate the scintillating line between business and pleasure, they unravel a web of secrets that threaten their relationship and their lives. When danger strikes, Cutter must decide whether to follow his heart for the first time, or risk losing Shealyn forever.

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My Review

Rating : 3.5 out of 5 Stars

This was an enjoyable read, an uncomplicated romantic suspense. I will be honest and mention that, at times, the plot felt a little thin. I just felt that the book was missing something. But the writing was crisp, with a good balance between the suspense and the romance. The characters were likable and I liked the interactions and the chemistry between them. This story had plenty of sexy moments. Shealyn and Cutter heat up the pages together quite well. Suspenseful scenes give the book a thrilling feel, the tension never lets up until the very end. It makes for good light romantic suspense if you are looking for nothing too dark.

Shealyn is a television star. She is being blackmailed and wants to keep the situation private, she has a lot of secrets, including a fake relationship to help her career. Cutter is an experienced bodyguard. He has been hired to protect Shealyn. Her safety and peace of mind are his top priority.

The connection between the characters felt genuine. The plot was interesting, even though it could’ve done with a little more insight into the characters’ past. Romance was a big part of the story, it was a slow burn that was extremely hot. And once Shealyn and Cutter realized they wanted to be together, their relationship fell into a smooth rhythm very nicely. Their closeness was very sweet. Overall, this was an easy read with engaging characters.

Many thanks to the publisher for my copy of this book!

 

Excerpt:

“That and taking a bullet for you is my job. I do it well. You must believe that, too, or you would have hired someone else.”

“You are one stubborn man. My grandfather’s mules could take
lessons from you. I’ll be out in ten minutes.” She whirled around and headed for her bathroom in the back, then shut the door.

Cutter couldn’t stop the smile from creeping across his face. Had
Shealyn just compared him to an ass?

He’d decided she had when she emerged in a gauzy white dress trimmed in lace that accentuated the hint of gold in her sun-kissed skin. The thin straps clung to the tips of her shoulders, as if threatening to slip down at any moment, and played peekaboo with her blond tresses. The garment stretched tight across her breasts, the three little buttons keeping the bodice shut threatening to pop if she made a too-
sudden move. The flimsy thing also ended well above her knees and, with her white cowboy boots, framed her sleek thighs.

Cutter felt his thoughts evaporate and his tongue go dry. The rest of him turned stone hard. He shouldn’t think twice about Shealyn as a woman, but so far, that seemed to be asking the impossible.

“You’re wearing that?”

She cocked her head at him. “What’s wrong with it? Or are you suggesting this dress is somehow dangerous?”

Her challenge and sass turned him on even more. Hell, everything about her did.
But he was way out of line. The dress portrayed precisely the image she’d cultivated. It was sweetly sexy. Wearing it, Shealyn looked like a gorgeous siren with western flair… and a hint of innocence. The problem—and obviously all the lust—was his alone.

“I’m making you aware that you may attract unwanted male attention in public. But I’ll handle it,” Cutter promised, meeting her gaze and doing his best to shutter the desire burning through his blood.

She stared back, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. “You think I’ll attract male attention, huh?”

Was she fishing for compliments? Her green eyes danced with something he couldn’t put his finger on. Mischief? Flirtation? No. Why would she come on to him when she was already in a high-profile relationship? Shealyn didn’t strike him as one of those women who got off on yanking a man’s chain. Then again, he didn’t know her well.
Whatever she was up to, he couldn’t rise to her bait.

“Ms. West?” He kept his voice as inflectionless and polite as possible.

“Mr. Bryant.” Another hint of playful dare rang in her tone.

“I told you, it’s Cutter.”

“All right. Cutter.” She damn near sighed his name. “You going to answer my question?”

What the hell did she want him to say? Some reckless part of him he’d sworn he didn’t possess itched to simply show her, cross the half- dozen steps between them, take that wisp of a garment in his grip, and tear it off. Once he’d exposed every inch of her body, he would love to put his hands on her, his mouth on her, so she understood what a dress like that did to him. Hell, what she did to him.

A sudden pounding on the door broke the moment between them.

“You ready yet?” Tower shouted from outside.

Despite the man’s insistence, she didn’t move to admit him or even answer. She just stared Cutter’s way. “I’m waiting.”

Cutter searched for a discreet reply. “The dress reveals more skin than it hides. It might give a man the wrong idea.”

“What idea is that?”

The kinds of ideas racing through his head with juggernaut speed and jetting blood south to his cock. “That he can touch you. That he can have you.”

“Is that what this dress makes you think?”

The flash of her eyes and the husky voice she used to ask the question torqued him up. She was definitely fishing for his reaction. Was she hoping he bit because she needed the ego stroke… or was she baiting her hook and tossing it his way because she was actually hoping to reel him in?

“What I think about the dress doesn’t matter.”

“Then why does it bother you? You saw me in less on set.”

Oh, he’d seen her damn near naked. Hour after hour of exposed skin had taunted him with all the beauty a country boy like him would never have the right to possess. But this dress appealed to his deepest fantasies. She looked wholesome yet sensual, a woman aware of her appeal. A female who knew exactly what she wanted in her man…

About Shayla:

Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than sixty novels. For nearly twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.

Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eight years.

Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.

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Blog Tour : Breathless by Celeste Bradley and Susan Donovan

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SUMMARY:
Breathless_ CoverIn Breathless, bestselling authors Celeste Bradley and Susan Donovan will sweep you away—across continents and centuries, combining the best of all worlds in one unforgettable romantic saga.

She was “the Swan.” London’s premiere courtesan. Men want to be with her. Women loathe her success and yet admire her beauty, her riches, her independence. But when the jealous wife of her lover moves to have the Swan banished from her home on the high seas, she winds up crashed against Spain’s rocky coast with no shoes, no clothes—and no name. Taken in by a tortured, sensuous man known as The Artist, the Swan comes to know the woman she wants to be—her artist’s siren.

When Art Professor Brenna Anderson is in danger of losing her post at Harvard, the rule-following, prim professor is at a loss of how to salvage the shreds of her life. But when a new painting in the mysterious Siren collection is discovered in a dusty old house in France, Brenna does the unthinkable—hops on a plane to uncover the identity of the beautiful, enigmatic woman who is the subject of the paintings.

There’s just one hitch—the frustrating, irritating, bold and beautiful art hunter Fitch Wilder is also looking for the Siren. He’s been a thorn in Brenna’s professional side for years, but when their individual quests lead them to team up despite being enemies, a whole new sumptuous world of art and culture opens up for the two of them. And with it, they enter a realm of passion and love…

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Pub date: 06/12/2018
ISBN: 9781250008060
384 Pages

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My Review

Rating : 3.5 out of 5 Stars

This story is told from two different perspectives, with a dual storyline and intertwined subplots, one told in the present day and the other in the past.  In this novel, I think it was interesting and helped move the story along nicely. But while it was a fast paced novel that I felt invested in, for some reason I struggled with the historical part of the story.

This book has the element of romance and the aura of mystery. The story centers on The Siren series, a set of canvas paintings of an intriguing woman. The enigmatic origin of the painter’s muse makes it more valuable and desirable.

The contemporary protagonists start as adversaries, their relationship is based on a mix of attraction and anger. Brenna is a Harvard academic, Fitch travels the world chasing down paintings for wealthy collectors.

I loved the contrast between Brenna and Fitch.  Brenna has the brains, but difficulty relating to people. What Fitch brings to their quest is the ability to relate to people and together they can investigate the clues to solve the mystery.  They find a connection between an infamous London courtesan, nicknamed The Swan, and the artist’s muse. The relationship between them was perfectly paced and believable. I enjoyed how the romance played out along with the mystery surrounding the paintings and the identity of the historical protagonists.

If you enjoy stories with unique characters and a twist of mystery, I recommend this book.

Many thanks to the publisher for the invitation and my copy of this book!

Excerpt

Chapter One

Paris

Door hinges groaned with age and disuse as Fitch Wilder got his first peek of history.

“Un capsule temporal…” his employer had whispered those words only moments before, as they’d climbed the narrow stairs of the vintage Paris apartment building and waited for the flat’s door to be unlocked. Yet even as Fitch’s eyes adjusted to the murky light, he could tell these rooms were more than a time capsule—he was about to step into a fine art wormhole.

Oh, mon Dieu!” Jean-Louis Rasmussen gestured madly, pointing as if Fitch couldn’t see the eerie sight for himself—a richly appointed tomb, still as death, undisturbed for seventy-five years.

Until right at that instant.

The indirect light of the hallway began to illuminate the details. Fitch saw heavy velvet drapes and Persian carpets, a gilt bronze writing desk, ornately carved tables covered in figurines, clocks, and blown glass. Paintings in gilded frames were stacked six-deep against Louis XV chairs. Sculptures hid in shadowy corners. Vases lined the fireplace mantel like soldiers from mismatched armies. It looked as if someone had planned a seriously badass rummage sale and then decided against it.

Perhaps not so far from the truth.

As he had recently learned, a young woman inherited this apartment from her grandmother on June 11, 1940. Talk about rotten timing. The very next day, Paris braced itself for the Nazi invasion, and the young mademoiselle locked down her grandmother’s residence in the 9th arrondissement and fled to the south of France, never to return. Through the following decades, the woman’s solicitor paid the taxes and insurance on the apartment until his client passed away just weeks ago at the age of ninety-three. In her will, the never-married woman carried out the wishes of her long-gone grandmother and bequeathed the apartment’s contents to a variety of foundations, universities, and museums.

That was where Fitch came in. One of his occasional employers, the private Musee de Michel-Blanc, was among the beneficiaries, and he’d been hired to advise them during acquisition. In addition to tracing the provenance and rightful ownership of each work, Fitch would also oversee laboratory testing to verify age and authorship. He was the museum’s insurance policy against the worst offense within the world of art: display of a forgery or a stolen work.

Allez! What are you waiting for?” Jean-Louis jabbed his bony fingers into Fitch’s side, nudging him onward.

Pressing a firm hand on the curator’s shoulder, Fitch turned his attention to the attorney who had unlocked the door. “May we proceed, monsieur?”

The lawyer gestured listlessly, as if opening a crypt was just another day at the office. “Apres vous.”

Jean-Louis shoved past Fitch and into the apartment. “We are the first!”

Fitch stepped inside, resting the heel of his cowboy boot on the decades-dusted parquet floor. He wanted to savor the moment, since this was the kind of once-in-a-lifetime treasure hunt every art investigator dreamed of. More than that, he wanted to honor it. Fitch knew he was about to take a breath of history itself.

And he wondered … whose lungs last pulled oxygen from the air of these rooms? Whose fingertips had last brushed across these chairs or drew closed the draperies? He’d been told that the solicitors had never entered the apartment, as requested in the will, and it was unknown whether the granddaughter ever had a chance to examine her inheritance before she escaped the city. All things considered, Fitch knew it was possible that the grandmother—a woman born during Napoleon III’s reign—had been the last human being to walk these floors.

Astounding.

Fitch drew in the stale air, and blew it out.

With an excited outburst of French, Jean-Louis flung open the drapes. And just like that, a beam of morning light split the dim room, illuminating every corner. Millions of dust particles twirled in the sudden air current.

In his agitated state, the curator stumbled, then gasped in horror. Fitch tried not to laugh, but the sight of Jean-Louis cowering under a seven-foot-tall taxidermied ostrich wasn’t an everyday occurrence.

Fitch tossed his employer a pair of white cotton gloves, then shoved his own hands into an identical set. “Let’s keep moving. We don’t have much time.”

A random lottery had given the Michel-Blanc first access to the apartment. Like each of the sixteen beneficiaries, they were allotted four hours to locate the items bequeathed to them, conclusively match each item to the inventory within the grandmother’s original 1940 will, crate the works, and exit the premises.

Fitch knew why Jean-Louis was so twitchy. Among the items earmarked for the little museum was a signed Rembrandt in black and red chalk, dated 1631, and given the decidedly generic title of “Mother and Child.” From the moment Fitch arrived at baggage claim at de Gaulle yesterday, Jean-Louis had spoken of little else, going on about how the drawing would be a major coup for the small museum. He was right, of course, but only if he found it to be authentic, and Fitch knew signed-and-dated Rembrandts from that period were exceedingly rare. He told his employer to keep the celebratory champagne corked until he’d finished with the X-rays.

Though Fitch was looking forward to examining the Rembrandt, he was more intrigued by the less conspicuous items on the list, and, though he’d kept the thought to himself, he had a hunch one of the institutions might walk away from this Paris flat with an explosive find. Fate had smiled on this private collection. The closed-up apartment had served as a kind of a safe house during the Third Reich’s invasion of Paris, allowing the artworks to slip beneath the notice of Nazi raiders determined to plunder the city’s cultural treasures.

Only God knew what could be in this place.

Fitch set up his camera and reminded Jean-Louis not to move anything until he had documented its location.

Oui, Oui!” Jean-Louis headed into the dining room. He threw open those drapes as well, flooding the area with sunlight and exposing an even larger jumble of tapestries, oil paintings, figurines, and what looked like a carved frieze from the Middle Ages.

Jean-Louis sent his hands fluttering over his head. “Do you have your copy of the list?”

Fitch nodded, snatching it from his jacket pocket and holding it up for his employer’s reassurance.

Within the first hour, Fitch found three of their items: a Faberge egg dated 1902, a still life of lilacs in crystal signed with Manet’s telltale scrawl, and a Guangzhou period vase much like one he’d seen auctioned off for a quarter-million dollars the year prior. As Fitch was matching the vase to the solicitor’s inventory, his employer began screaming in French that he’d found the Rembrandt. He could barely compose himself enough to hand the drawing to the solicitor for verification.

“It is the real thing, oui?” Jean-Louis looked up at Fitch with a pleading expression. Since the poor man was overwrought, Fitch didn’t mention that he’d already asked that question six times in as many minutes.

“Like I said, no red flags are jumping out at me. Everything looks right—the correct chalk pigment for the date, the appropriate type of laid paper, and an authentic-looking mark—but I won’t be sure until I’ve done research and run some tests. If I could’ve phoned in this job from Santa Fe, I would have. You know that, right?”

The curator nodded, wiping tears from his eyes. He patted Fitch on the arm. “Bien sur. You are the best and I will be patient.”

Once the crating process had begun and Jean-Louis was overseeing a team of museum workers, Fitch wandered off to continue his search. According to the list, four items had yet to be located—a series of original French political cartoons from 1899 through 1901, a female nude oil on canvas of unknown age and origin, a Japanese kimono that allegedly belonged to an 18th Century geisha, and a 1929 signed and inscribed first edition of Hemingway’s Farewell To Arms.

Ole Granny was probably one hell of an interesting dinner guest.

Fitch wandered into a breakfast nook off the vintage kitchen and winced at what he saw—a jumble of unframed canvases leaned against a window seat, a particularly unkind way to store paintings. Luckily, the apartment had been nearly airtight all these years, and the drapes had been drawn, which cut down on light damage, moisture, and dust accumulation, though Fitch knew unframed canvases were vulnerable to warp in the best of environments. He lowered himself to one knee for a closer look.

Carefully, Fitch slipped a gloved finger between two canvases, separating them. He began to divide each canvas from its neighbor, one after the next, making quick mental evaluations of each work. There were watery French country fields, seascapes, and studies of Paris street life through various decades. Though they were important and worth further study, Fitch was on the clock, and so far there had been no sign of any cartoons, kimonos, or mysterious female nudes.

The very last canvas was larger than all the others, perhaps forty-by-forty inches. It was draped with an old embroidered bed sheet, and when he gently pulled at the linen he found the painting was faced away. Its back was covered by a layer of coarse muslin, frayed and tearing along the tacked-down edges. Fitch leaned closer, frowning, his brain suddenly humming with alarm. One touch of the muslin and his heart skipped a beat.

Okay—this was nuts. He had only seen the back. He had to be fucking crazy to be thinking what he was thinking.

He set all the other canvases off to the side, stood to open the window’s shutters, and returned to the floor, where he balanced on both knees. With the benefit of better light, Fitch confirmed that his sanity was intact—there were, in fact, similarities. Was it unlikely? Hell, yes. Was it impossible? Not in his line of work.

First, he took a few photos to document exactly where the canvas had been found and in what position. Then, with a gloved finger, he pushed back a corner of the ragged muslin and turned on the flashlight app from his phone. Peering underneath, he saw how the canvas was supported by strainers of ancient olivewood and held together mortise and tenon joints—an exact match to the others.

“Holy God,” he whispered to no one. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

His hands trembled slightly as he turned the canvas to face him. It was upside down. He set it upright. The shock of what he saw sent him back on his heels, his breath coming fast. In the bottom right corner was the familiar mark of an “L” and “A” done in a bold cursive hand.

Fitch grabbed the list and double-checked the wording … “female nude oil on canvas of unknown age and origin.” Of course it had been unknown back in 1940! The Siren Series hadn’t been assembled as a collection of five paintings until after the war and even then … well, hell, that was all that had ever been “known” about anything. Even today, the artist, muse, setting, and date were a mystery.

He shoved the printed list back into his pocket and tried to get his brain and his breath to slow down.

Fitch heard himself laugh out loud.

He couldn’t deny it. Everything was there. This painting had the lively brushstroke, familiar play of light and shadow and the golden touch of sunshine on the model’s warm skin. Fitch recognized the boudoir, too, with its wide windowsill framing the sea, the rugged stone walls and the unvarnished oak of the simple bureau.

But it was the subject he knew best of all—her tumble of sun-streaked blond hair, her smoldering, powder-blue eyes, the sleek curve of her shoulder. And there was the fantail birthmark on the side of her right breast, exactly where it should be. That mermaid-shaped mark had inspired the only name by which this outrageously sensual muse had ever been known.

The Siren.

But Fitch had never seen her like this. No one had.

She was pregnant. The Siren leaned back on her hands at the edge of an unmade bed, as if the painter had caught her in the process of pushing herself to stand after a long and luxurious rest. Her full breasts and slightly rounded belly were gilded by the sun. Her lean legs stretched out before her as she gazed directly into the soul of the artist.

Any shred of doubt Fitch might have been harboring was gone. The Siren’s bold eye contact with the painter—and the intense sexual connection it revealed—was what set these paintings apart from nearly everything else in the art world. That heated connection was the trademark of this unknown painter’s work. And of his muse.

Fitch didn’t call for Jean-Louis right away, and instead allowed himself a few moments of quiet study. This painting was as technically brilliant as the other five, to be sure. The colors were as luminous and rich. The wash of light and hint of movement were the same. And yet … this painting was more than the others. The sum of all its elements had created something tangibly alive. It was as if the woman’s gaze had burned through the artist himself, onto the canvas, and through time to reach Fitch.

The Siren wasn’t daring him, exactly. It was more of an invitation.

I have a story to tell. Are you prepared to listen?

The sound of approaching footsteps jolted Fitch from his trance.

“Where are you? We need to—” The curator stopped behind him. “Qu’este-ce? No! It cannot be! Is this—?”

“Without question, my friend.”

“But…” He leaned over Fitch’s shoulder and pointed at the canvas. “She is with child here. This is … this has never been seen before!”

Fitch nodded.

His instincts had always told him there were more than just the five paintings—and he’d been right. So if this canvas had been hiding for seventy years in an abandoned Paris apartment, how many more were hidden away and forgotten? And where on earth could they be?

“We’ve just found the sixth in the Siren Series.” Fitch turned and smiled up at his employer. “And it is now the property of the Michel-Blanc. That is, unless or until…”

“Mon Dieu!” Jean-Louis slapped a hand over his mouth. His eyes flashed in comprehension as he did the math in his head. Like everyone else in the art world, he knew this single oil painting could be worth more than several small Rembrandts, simply because of one man’s obsession. Billionaire London art collector H. Winston Guilford was unabashedly fixated with the Siren, and had spent the last twenty years acquiring all five paintings in the series. He would surely offer an obscene amount of money to get his hands on the sixth.

From the twinkle in his employer’s eye, Fitch suspected the Michel-Blanc would be only too happy to enable Guilford’s addiction.

Fitch popped to his feet, the thrill of the chase already rushing through his veins, a plan already forming in his mind. He would run tests on this painting while it was still the property of the Michel-Blanc. And if he got extremely lucky, he would find something he could use as leverage with Guilford, something that might convince that crusty old bastard to let him take the rest of the series into the lab—and perhaps even to public display.

And after that…? As always, he would wait and see where the hunt took him.

Fitch carried the painting to the solicitor, making a mental note to cancel his return flight to the States. It could be a while before his boots once again roamed the blue-skied streets of Santa Fe.

Copyright © 2018 by Celeste Bradley and Susan Donovan in Breathless and reprinted with permission from St. Martin’s Griffin.

About the Authors

Celeste BradleyCELESTE BRADLEY is the New York Times bestselling author of the Runaway Brides, Heiress Brides, Liar’s Club, and Royal Four series. Her novel Fallen was nominated for a RITA in 2002. “When you are overendowed with imagination and underendowed with punctuality, become a writer.” Years of dreaming on the job paid off when Celeste Bradley quit the mainstream in 1999 and started writing historical romance. “Handsome heroes beat out cranky customers every time!” Bradley lives in New Mexico with her family, her desert garden and so many pets the house sometimes feels like an ark.

Susan Donovan
SUSAN DONOVAN’s novels have won accolades for being witty, sexy, and entertaining. A former newspaper reporter with journalism degrees from Northwestern University, Susan is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller whose novels have been translated into dozens of languages. Susan is a two-time RITA Award finalist, and her novel Take a Chance on Me was named Best Contemporary Romance of 2003 by RT Book Reviews Magazine. She lives in New Mexico with her family and assorted dogs.

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Blog Tour : The Billionaire’s Claim : Redemption by Nadia Lee

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Title: The Billionaire’s Claim: Redemption
Series: The Billionaire’s Claim #2
Author: Nadia Lee
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 12, 2018

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unnamed (23)Elizabeth Pryce-Reed.

An angel. A virgin. My first love.

She was my life until she betrayed me ten years ago. So I built an empire and came after her, intent on vengeance.

Instead of giving me the nasty fight I expected, she gazed at me with tragedy in her eyes…then made an unexpected, gut-wrenching move that left me reeling…and vanished.

Elizabeth might’ve cut me out of her life, but I haven’t cut her out of mine.

Nothing’s over until I say it’s over.

Note: The epic conclusion to Elizabeth Pryce-Reed & Dominic King’s romance, which started in The Billionaire’s Claim: Obsession.

“Nadia Lee keeps the stakes high and the sex hot as Dominic and Elizabeth work for their beautiful happily ever after!” – Selena Laurence, USA Today Bestselling Author

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My Review

Rating : 3.5 out of 5 Stars

“Redemption” picks up where “Obsession” , that should be read first,  left off. At this point Dominic has realized Liza only tried to protect him. He starts to feel bad and somehow wants to fix the pain he has caused her. Someone is after Liza, she is kidnapped and almost dies. Dominic rescues and protects her from a creepy psycho. He tries to win her back by making up for past mistakes.

At this point, the story’s pace increases. It was very endearing to read about this couple trying to get to know each other, and rebuild a relationship based on deep feelings. What shocked me the most, however, was how much I ended up liking the hero when all was said and done. I wasn’t prepared for how redeemable his character became by the end of the book. I enjoyed the emotional angst and the suspense in this story.

I closed this book with a happy heart and a smile on my face. I’ll definitely keep an eye out for more from this author.

Many thanks to the author and Give Me Books PR for my copy of this book!

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EXCERPT 

I pull a chair up to Elizabeth’s bed and start to read. The first book is about a couple that almost has sex—but doesn’t—with the girl hoping to never run into the guy again because she lied and then felt awkward about the relationship. So of course they run into each other again. I could’ve guessed that.

When I reach the first sex scene, I stop. “Well, here comes the good part. If you want me to continue, open your eyes,” I say softly. “Or else you’re going to miss out.”
Not even an eyelash flickers.

“Come on. You know you want me to keep going.” I skim a few paragraphs to see if the scene’s worthy bait. “Oh, look at that. He’s going down on her. Very dirtily, too.”
Only the rise and fall of her chest answers my futile coaxing.

Sighing, I put the book down. “All right, fine. You aren’t going to wake up for this. The scene’s okay, but you know what? You and I have had way better.”

Because we have. We might have difficulties, but a lack of chemistry has never been our problem. Our issue was more about trust…and an inability to see the full picture, because I’m starting to realize Elizabeth and I each hold five hundred pieces of a thousand-piece puzzle.

I reach out and cradle her hand in my palm. “We had better from the very beginning.” My voice grows hoarse, and it isn’t from reading. “A fifth of a second. That’s all the time it took for me to fall for you when you first showed up at the bar. My head was wiped clean of everything except you.”

She still stays quiet, and somehow her silence urges me to go on, makes me feel like I can open up and tell her everything in my heart.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here. After all, you gave me the portrait—the thing that matters the most to you. And I swore I’d take it from you. Call me perverse if you want, but I need to know why you gave it to me.

“Why didn’t you fight for it? I expected you to. Part of me wanted you to…so I’d know I didn’t misjudge you when I thought you were an angel who could make Lucifer piss himself.”

I draw in a shaky breath. Jesus. This is hard. Is she not going to wake up at all? Dr. Raydor swears there’s nothing physically wrong with her. Cold fear slithers in my chest, and I start talking faster.

“You know that once I found out about the crazy deal surrounding the portrait, I went to see Julian? Since there are rumors of how much he doesn’t like his children, including you, I thought I could make him give me the portrait to spite you. Instead, he taunted me, saying Nate Sterling was there first. And I thought perhaps he came to see your father on your behalf.

“It was obvious your father doesn’t care about you, and he refused to hand it over. He didn’t believe I would use it to spite you, because I apparently owe you one for what happened ten years ago.” I lean closer, staring at her, desperate for any hint of acknowledgment. Don’t people usually respond in some minute way, even deep in a coma? An eyelid flutter or something? Or is that all just Hollywood bullshit? “I was too furious to notice the subtle nuance, but I realized later that he meant you did something for me for which I’m still grateful.”

She’s still quiet, her eyes closed.

I run a palm down my face. “Yu-Jin told me what happened ten years ago. Why didn’t you break my nose when I showed up at the charity dinner and said all those abominable things to you?”

Her fingers twitch in my grasp. Hope and despair war within me. Hope because maybe she’s waking up. Despair because I thought she moved yesterday only to realize I was imagining it.

My head bent, I bring her knuckles to my forehead. And I pray with what depraved soul I have left that she wakes up.

God or whoever is up there, if she wakes up, I’ll donate however much you want to whatever cause you want. I swear I’ll be kinder…nicer.
“Water…”

The word is so faint, at first I think I imagined it.

My head snaps up. Elizabeth is looking at me, her eyes winter gray, just like ten years ago. My heart hammers, and I blink a few times, wondering if I’m hallucinating again.

It’s possible. I haven’t had a decent meal in almost eight days.

“Water…” she says again.

No. I’m not dreaming. This is real.

I stare for a second, then jump to my feet and bring her a glass of water. I help her sit up a bit and drink.

Every movement of her throat is precious, and I exhale softly. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

After a few small sips, she pulls back a little, her shoulders rolled inward. She looks at me, her gaze wary. “Thank you. I guess?”

I ignore the shard of pain at the added “I guess.” Even now, she has doubts about my intentions.

No shit, Sherlock. You did your best to make a mess of the situation.

“How do you feel?” I ask softly.

“I’m… My head hurts.” Frowning, she looks around the room. I’m glad I ordered some orchids and lilies. It looks slightly livelier than it would have otherwise. “Where am I?”

“You’re in a hospital. There was a concussion…some other injuries.”

“I see.” She slowly raises one hand and touches her temple. Her expression grows thoughtful for a moment, her brow furrowing. Then she turns to me, her gaze roaming over my face as though she’s seeing me for the first time.

My gut churns. Did she actually hear what I said earlier?

But the question that slips from her lips blows everything away.

“Who are you?”

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 My Review of The Billionaire’s Claim : Obsession

 Rating : 3 out of 5 Stars

Twisted and steamy, this book was a good read about revenge and redemption, predictable and a bit bleak but entertaining.

Dominic fell in love with Liza at first sight. He is a bartender, she is a college student and heiress. Her family accuses him of targeting her for her money and frames him.

I really felt for the characters. They were all messed up in their own ways, and dealing with things in the only way they thought was right. Liza’s rejection has sharpened Dominic’s desire for success. Fast forward ten years, he has built a multibillion empire. He is driven to even the score for making him believe that her feelings were heartfelt. They both need some kind of closure to move on.

Dominic thought he was looking for revenge, but hurting Liza doesn’t work for him. To be honest, I’m still not sure what to make of him and I hope this character will grow in the next book.

There are underlying secrets in this book that left me gripping the pages wondering what was going to happen next. There were a few things that reduced my enjoyment. This book covered a lot of emotional ground in a very short span of time. As a result, things felt kind of forced and rushed at times.

Many thanks to the author and Give Me Books PR for my copy of this book.

About The Author

Nadia LeeNew York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nadia Lee writes sexy, emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.

Currently, she shares a condo overlooking a small river and sakura trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.

Stay in touch with her via her website, http://www.nadialee.net, or her blog http://www.nadialee.net/blog

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Release Blitz : Part-Time Husband by Noelle Adams

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Title: Part-Time Husband
Series: Trophy Husbands #1
Author: Noelle Adams
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018

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unnamed (19)On a Wednesday afternoon, I ask Trevor Bentley to marry me. He might be the most arrogant, obnoxious man I know, but I need him to be my husband for a year.

There are reasons.

He’s not going to be a real husband. Just part-time. Yes, I have to live with him. And, okay, I also have to share his bed.

And, sure, he’s the sexiest and most exciting thing to ever happen to my controlled,
organized life.

But still… It’s only a part-time marriage. I’m not going to give him my heart. I know what I’m doing, and I’m too smart to fall for my husband.

I hope.

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Rating : 3.5 out of 5 Stars

I absolutely love the « fake relationship » trope, it’s very classic and predictable contemporary romance, but a nice break from darker plots. The pretend marriage storyline was done perfectly, I just wished it was longer. This light romance was quick to read, sweet and romantic.

In this book we get to know Melissa along with her nemesis, Trevor. Melissa needs a sham marriage to keep her executive level position at her family company. But she hates feeling she’s a puppet led around her grandfather’s whims.

Smart, confident Trevor Bentley is the perfect candidate for the part-time job of Melissa’s fake husband, simply because her grandfather can’t stand him.

Both main characters were warm and touching. I personally would have liked to have more insights into Trevor’s life before the start of the story, he was definitely intriguing. I loved the back and forth dialogue between Melissa and Trevor, their easy interactions. Both try to avoid emotional entanglements, until they can’t anymore.

This story quickly draws you in and keeps you turning pages. I enjoyed it.

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I’m feeling warm and relaxed when I finally get out of the bathtub. I usually don’t walk around the apartment unless I’m covered up, but since Trevor isn’t here I just wrap a towel around me.

My hair is piled up messily on my head, and I’m carrying my bath salts and soap.
I open the bathroom door and nearly run smack into Trevor.

I give a little squeal and immediately look to make sure my towel is in place. “I didn’t know you were home.”

“I just got back.”

“I was in the bath.”

“I know that.” He’s looking very sexy in that end-of-the-day way he has. Five-o’clock shadow. Slightly loosened tie and collar. Half-lowered eyelids.

God, the man is hot.

“I could smell you as soon as I walked in the door,” he adds, the slightly rough words doing nothing for my flustered state of mind.

“You smelled me?” I’m thinking all kinds of things at the moment, and none of them are suitable to share with the man in front of me.

He reaches over, and I swallow over a quick intake of breath. I think he’s going to touch me. I want him to touch me.

He touches my bath salts instead. “This stuff you put in your bath. I smelled it as soon as I walked in, so I knew you were in the bath.”

“Oh.”

It’s perfectly logical. And kind of a disappointment.

His hand moves from the bath salts, and his fingertips slowly trail up my towel to the bare skin at my collarbone.

It’s barely a touch, but it makes my skin flush and a pulsing begin between my legs.

“What did you think?” he asks, his voice a little thicker than normal.

“What did I think about what?” I have no idea what he’s talking about. My brain isn’t exactly functioning at the moment.

“What did you think I smelled?”

“I… I didn’t know.”

“I see.”

It feels like he sees.

It feels like he sees all of me.

I’m staring at his plum-colored tie because it’s safer than meeting his eyes right now. I don’t want him to know how I’m feeling, how his touch, his presence is affecting me.

“Melissa?”

“What?”

“Are you planning to move out of the doorway? I need to use the bathroom.”

And that’s like a load of bricks on my breathlessness. I’m able to meet his gaze now with a cool expression as I step out of the doorway.

I’m on my way out of the room when he says, “We can return to this particular conversation a little later in bed if you want.”

Damn it.

The asshole knows exactly what I was feeling just now.

Fortunately I’m not feeling it anymore.

“I don’t think so.”

“You sure?”

I turn my head and see him smirking at me, as if he thinks he’s already won.

He hasn’t won.

“Yes, I’m sure. The problem is that any kind of conversation with you involves your infuriating personality, and that just doesn’t work for me.”

“I think it does.”

“You think wrong. And I thought you had to go to the bathroom.”

“I do. We’ll resume this conversation at a later date.”

About The Author

Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since.
She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia,
where she reads any book she can get her hands on and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.

She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.

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Release Blitz : Celebrity by Sienna Snow

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Title: Celebrity
Series: Politics of Love #1
Author: Sienna Snow
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 24, 2018

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unnamed (16)I’m Samina Kumar.

Celebrity attorney, disinherited daughter of a technology billionaire, and the former dirty secret of a federal judge with conservative ties.

I never wanted to be famous. I prefer life out of the spotlight.

Now, thanks to my new client, I am surrounded by the media, and my face is on the cover of every magazine.

To top it off, the man who kept me hidden and shattered my heart is determined to get me back, and nothing will stop him.

What does a girl do when she’s had enough of others dictating her life?

She takes back control.

I have a new plan for the future, one that will use my newfound fame to lead me to Washington D.C. and the halls of Congress.

I am Samina Kumar.

Candidate for Senate and CELEBRITY.

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My Review

 Rating : 3.5 out of 5 Stars

I thought this book was very entertaining. I felt the author had a wonderful way of drawing me into her story, her writing is engaging. That being said, this book had a very fast pace and I was sometimes confused about what was going on. The one thing that bothered me a bit as I read is at points it felt like the reader is missing out on a big part of the heroes’ back story. I think I would have benefitted from knowing more about the circumstances that bring these two together to begin with, including some flashbacks of the time when they were married and decided to keep their marriage a secret.

Samina is an attorney. She takes on famous clients and has become a celebrity in her own right. For four years, she has been secretly married to Devin Camden, a man who hates sensationalism, heir to a political dynasty. Devin doesn’t want to be seen in public with Samina and they pretend they barely know each other. Frankly, I could not understand Devin’s reasoning behind his decision to keep their marriage a secret.  Important relationship details weren’t explored, I needed more in depth exploration of his emotions and of past events.  Devin and Samina’s relationship is complicated, there is a lot of hurt between them and they are on the verge of divorce. Devin wants to be Samina’s priority, and she wants him to accept her need for success and be proud of her achievements.

And yet, these two were incredibly combustible, I absolutely loved them together. Samina is strong and full of sass. Devin has a lot to make up for but I loved that he was not willing to give up and divorce Samira. I was happy to see them work out their issues.

All in all, this book was a great read, and I wouldn’t hesitate to pick something else up by this author.

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Sienna Snow PhotoAuthor Sienna Snow is a writer, mom, and world traveler, who plans to visit all seven continents within the next ten years.

Her romantic fiction aims to shatter the stereotypes associated with weak female characters pervasive in romantic and erotic fiction today. Inspired by her years working in corporate America as a management consultant, Sienna has created a narrative around strong, successful women who know what they want and exactly how to get it, in and out of the bedroom. In fact, the heroines in her books are billionaires.

From diverse backgrounds, the heroines are smart, well-educated women who choose to find love through atypical circumstances.

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Blog Tour : One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3) by Meghan Quinn

“What are you doing now that your team is out of the running for the Stanley Cup?”

Forget.

I need to forget. I need an escape.

Only one person isn’t falling for my reputation as the NHL’s Golden Boy; she captured my attention the minute she called me out for snooping through my best friend’s house. She didn’t want to hear my reason–she only wanted to playfully give me a hard time.

Adalyn is bold, sassy–and the perfect escape.

She’s everywhere. In town and in my dreams, and suddenly I need to spend every waking moment with her.

And I do, making this summer the best off-season I’ve ever had.

But in the midst of getting lost in Adalyn, what I don’t expect is to get her pregnant.

And what I definitely don’t expect is having to fight for her affection.

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My Review

Rating : 3.5 out of 5 Stars

This book is a sweet romance, with a touch of sizzle. The drama keeps you engaged, to find out how things play out for the characters, even though there were some things that I would have preferred to be different. We met Hayden in the first book in the series and we finally get his story. He is an up-and-coming hockey player, gentle, sweet and engaging.

Hayden feels instantly drawn to Adalyn, he likes her compassionate soul and her kindness. Adalyn is starting her career as a nurse. The stress and long and grueling hours have taken a toll on her. But Hayden makes her feel valued and accomplished. I really loved Hayden because he knew exactly what Adalyn needed and was that for her.

The development of their relationship was slow and sweet. Thankfully, I felt a strong connection to that part of story because I couldn’t stand Adalyn all that much later on. I was really frustrated with her, I wanted to shake her and slap some sense into her.

Adalyn and Hayden’s story wasn’t built to be perfect as each of them has flaws. But I loved how they acknowledged their vulnerabilities and how both of them became well-developed characters in the end. Their path to happiness was bumpy, but gave them the opportunity to explore their feelings.

Many thanks to the author and Inkslinger PR for my copy of this book.

“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.

“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”

She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.

Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.

Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”

From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”

Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?

Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.

Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.

It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back. She will be mine forever.

But maybe for now, I can just have a little touch . . .

My cock pressed against her butt, she expertly grinds her backside into me, her hands moving to my neck, pulling my head down to hers. I kiss the side of her neck, using the hand that’s gripping her hips to guide her with her grinding in just the right place.

Fuck, that feels good.

I grunt, the sound vibrating over her sleek neck. My hand on her stomach, she arches wanting more of my touch, silently asking me to move north.

And I fucking comply. Inch by slow inch, I guide my hand to just below her breasts. When I halt my pursuit, a displeased groan escapes her.

“Hayden, please.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find the willpower. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, spurring me on as she turns her head and finds my lips.

She kisses me.

Hot.

Wet.

Needy.

Her lips gliding across mine, her tongue diving into my mouth, her moans are vocal and sexy. Her delicious ass, pressing, grinding, undulating against my rock-hard cock makes me want to do so much more, makes me want to taste so much more.

Moving my hand higher, my fingertips graze the bottom of her breast. Soft. Round. Smooth. I caress her right below her nipple, never touching, just teasing . . . tempting.

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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Blog Tour : An Imperfect Heart by Amie Knight

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An Imperfect Heart, an all-new second chance romance from Amie Knight, is available NOW!

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The heart is exquisite.

You’ll never hear anyone wax poetic over an organ quite like they do the heart.

When you’re lost in the world? Follow your heart.

When your love for someone is unwavering, unparalleled and unprecedented? You give them your heart.

As a lead pediatric cardiac surgeon, I knew better than anyone that the heart is equally as powerful as it is delicate.

The heart giveth just as easily as it taketh away.

And until the day Kelly Potter darkened my doorway that was all just part of the job.

She rolled in like a slow evening storm, fierce and beautiful, fighting for the life of her unborn child.

It should have been business as usual.

I was a doctor.

Her child the patient.

But Kelly was more.

She was the one who got away.

I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

It didn’t matter what the rules were.

For once, I was listening to my heart.

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My Review

Rating : 3.5 out of 5 Stars

I was drawn to this book immediately after reading the blurb.  This story is about Kelly and Anthony, a pediatric heart surgeon. Anthony is kind, generous and caring. That’s what I liked about him so much. Kelly, on the other hand, is a tortured character. She is pregnant, and she was not prepared to become a mother, a single mother to boot. When she thinks she has figured her unexpected pregnancy out, she has to place the life of her unborn child in the capable hands of Anthony, who also happens to be her ex.

Her daughter will be born with a heart defect. And she has great difficulty accepting this sad reality. At first, she is mean and petty, because she feels she has failed at her dreams and Anthony has succeeded at his. She is alone and penniless.  Anthony is compassionate. He wants to take care of her, even though they haven’t spoken in over 10 years and he barely knows her. Kelly accepts his help reluctantly. There was a time when I really disliked her, she is a moody character.

They find themselves not being able to stay away from each other. The more time they spend together the closer they become. Anthony slowly starts to break down Kelly’s walls and you truly feel sad for her and all she has been through. Anthony shows her what true love and intimacy is all about.

This poignant story held plenty of romance, emotion, sweetness and heartache between a couple facing a heartbreaking reality. Written from a dual POV and in two parts—the past and the present—we’re taken on a journey of friendship, first love, second chance and hope. Even though I never really liked the heroine, all in all, this book was an enjoyable read. I’ll definitely be checking out more from Amie Knight.
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“Jesus. You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” He ran a large hand from the spot right in the middle of my shoulder blades past the small of my back before landing on my ass where he squeezed hard enough to make me giggle.

“Less talking, more petting, Doctor,” I said through laughter.

“Not a doctor. Yet.” His voice was cocky, and it made me hot. “Still a ways to go before that happens.”

I could hear the smile in his voice even though I couldn’t see his face. I was lying on my stomach on top of his white plush down comforter naked as the day I was born. And not shy about it at all. He’d just laid his mouth, his tongue, his hands over every inch of this body several times and he’d seemed to enjoy every second of it.

I looked out the small window next to his bed while he was propped up on one hand beside me and using the other to rub every available surface of skin on my body he could find. It was phenomenal. I wanted to purr like a damn cat, but instead I stretched out further along his bed.

“I can’t believe you came home with me tonight,” he husked out.

I couldn’t believe it either. I wasn’t the type of girl who did one-night stands. I didn’t really have boyfriends, either. I was married to the music. Anthony Jackson wasn’t even really my type per se. I liked moody guys with tattoos and piercings. Boys with darker eyes and even darker souls. I was a walking cliché, but I liked the tortured musician types. After all, we were kindred spirits. Me and my hard, banging drums, them with their soft guitar riffs and raspy lyrical voices.

I rolled to my back and gazed up at Anthony. He waggled an eyebrow at me, and I bit my lip to hide my smile. He may not have been my type, but I was positive there wasn’t a girl out there who’d turn him down. Vivid and inquisitive green eyes stared down at me and God, I wanted him all over again.

And I’d had him plenty that night. We’d met at the club only hours ago. I was visiting my friend Ainsley in Columbia, South Carolina, and we’d run into Anthony and his college friends at a nightclub. Ainsley introduced him as an old friend. He’d come on strong. I’d come on even stronger. Hardly any alcohol in my system and yet I’d let him drag me back to his small apartment, between my legs aching with want. We’d barely made it through the door when he picked me up and placed me on the entry table and pushed his massive body between my thighs. Slick skin, hot hands, wet mouths. And the rest was history. Or maybe not.

No, Anthony Jackson wasn’t my type. He was everygirl’s type.

Chiseled to perfection face.

Wide smile complete with full pink lips and deep dimples.

Square jaw that somehow managed to be both soft and hard.

Blond hair that was so thick and shiny I wanted to ask him what shampoo he used.

Not a tattoo or piercing marred the bronzed skin of his muscular body.

For fuck’s sake, even the man’s cock was pure perfection. Thick and long and cut just as beautifully as the rest of him.

He was surprised I’d come home with him. I couldn’t believe it, either. I realized in that moment, him over me. Me under him. The sweat still glistening on our bodies. His ruggedly handsome good looks beaming down at me like the sun on a bright day. For the first time in my life, I’d had a man. An actual real man. Not boys playing men. No, Anthony was all fucking masculine beauty and he’d picked me at the bar. I was one lucky girl.

About the Author:

Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.

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