#WOTR18 #review = Erik’s End , O-Line Series Book 5 by Jillian Jacobs

Erik's End

Kidnapped as a child and raised within an Ohio-based Russian mafia post, Erik Pavel has been honed to a razor’s edge—ruthless and deadly. Yet, at age fifteen, the head of his brigade deems Erik weak and murders his surrogate mother, fueling him to live for only one thing—revenge. Now closer than ever to the vengeance he seeks, Erik will allow no one to stand in his way. Nicki Nobles fought her way out of a life where survival was key. Now strong and independent, she refuses to let her past dictate her future. After Nicki helps him gather information on his nemesis, Erik is forced to work with her again. Fearing for her safety while fighting an attraction to her, Erik would prefer to keep Nicki out of his life. Seeing so much of herself in the broken man, Nicki agrees to Erik’s plan only to discover she’s falling for someone who will never believe she can be more than her past. As Erik’s plan unfolds, he must learn to rely on Nicki and realize that families aren’t always bound by blood and that trusting another doesn’t make you weak.

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OHHHH Erik and Nicki!!  You two!!  The chemistry and banter between these two people was amazing!!  I loved how they were both so in love with the other but so afraid of what love can do to you or those around you.  Mafia life is not for the faint at heart!!

Both characters have suffered at the hands of the same man.  Erik’s whole life has been to get revenge, so he can’t see what he has in front of him in Nicki.  Nicki lived and survived abuses that no one should know about but moved past it.  She is trying to get Erik to understand that revenge is not the way to live our life.  Love not hate will win.

We see a lot of plotting and characters that we are not even sure if they are a friend or foe.  We see the bad guys get so much worse for our couple but we see them finally opening up and realizing they need each other  OF COURSE Erik gets in his head and OF COURSE Nicki is a scorned woman…..the wax scene…ouch.

I loved the story and cracked up at the way they communicated with one another!   Yelling and finger pointing followed by kissing and then more shouting!!  LOL

Author Bio: In the spring of 2013, Jillian Jacobs changed her career path and became a romance writer. After reading for years, she figured writing a romance would be quick and easy. Nope! With the guidance of the Indiana Romance Writers of America (IRWA) chapter, she’s learned many “rules” to writing a proper romance. Being re-schooled was an interesting journey, and she hopes the best trails are yet to be traveled.
She is the co-founder of Healing with Words—a not for profit agency established for healing survivors of abuse, addiction, trafficking, and prostitution. The mission is to bring together readers, authors, and survivors in a positive manner that affects change and relief from negative influences. Writers on The River, an author event in Peoria, Illinois is hosted by Healing With Words.
Her genres are Paranormal and Contemporary with suspenseful elements.

 

 

#TTEXCLUSIVE – A #HOTAF scene by #WOTR Attending author, J.M. Walker

Enjoy this Twinsie Talk Exclusive scene from J.M. Walker involving a fan favourite, Coby Porter.


My hand slid to the base of my dick. I squeezed, pulled, tugged. The muscle twitched and grew the longer and harder I stroked it.

Shivers raced down my spine. The tiny hairs on my body tingled and danced. Especially because a pair of dark eyes was staring back at me.

Brogan struggled against her restraints, sounds of whimpers muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. Although I couldn’t make out what she was saying, her eyes and body told all.

With her legs spread wide, her pussy dripped and clenched, matching the movements of my hand stroking my cock.

“Do you like what you see, little one?” I asked, my voice rough and husky.

She moaned, throwing her head back and started undulating her hips.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I growled, pinching the head of my dick.

Her gaze snapped back to mine. They were filled with so much damn heat, a drop of pre-cum dripped from the slit at the tip of my cock.

I hissed, bringing my hand up to my mouth and licked the salty liquid off of my thumb.

Brogan moaned, her eyes darkening even more.

I grinned. She had wanted to play. Do something new. Well I made sure to give her exactly that.

“I’m going to make you feel good without even touching you, beautiful girl,” I purred, my hand picking up speed with its strokes.

She panted, breathing hard around the ball in her mouth.

“You can feel me, can’t you?”

She nodded, her eyes locked onto the spot between my legs.

“Imagine me inside you,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’m fucking that sweet cunt. Can you feel my cock sliding in and out of you?”

She whimpered, shaking in the bounds wrapped around her wrists and ankles.

“Feel my mouth on your neck, Brogan. My teeth grazing along your skin, sending shivers along with it. You like not knowing when I’m going to bite you.”

Her hips moved, the sweet liquid between her milky thighs becoming more pronounced the longer time went on.

Fuck me, she was wet and I was so damn hard, it took everything in me not to head over to the bed and fuck the shit out of her. But I wouldn’t. Not yet. I wanted her so damn ready for me that one thrust of my cock had her crying out my name. I didn’t want her screams. I didn’t want her to beg. I wanted her to fucking sob for me.

Inching my other hand up my thigh, I cupped my balls and squeezed.

Her eyes widened, her breathing picking up.

I grinned. “You’re ready for me.”

She nodded.

“You wish I was over there, taking care of that beautiful ache between your legs.”

She nodded again, her nostrils flaring.

“I want you to come without me touching you.”

She frowned.

“It can happen, Brogan.” She was so damn responsive to me, I knew I could make her come without touching her. “Imagine me between your legs, kissing up your inner thigh. I leave tiny bites on your skin because I know you love it. It drives you fucking crazy.”

Brogan moaned, nodding.

My grin grew. My balls tightened, the release hovering. I breathed through it.

“Imagine my mouth just above your clit, my tongue peeking out to have a little taste. Teasing. Taunting. Soft licks, not quite hard enough to give you that orgasm your greedy cunt wants.”

Brogan’s hips started moving in tune with my words, each sentence bringing her closer and closer to that edge she craved.

“You beg for more. For me to go harder. To fuck your pussy with my tongue. You want my cock but you’re so damn aroused that you can’t help but want my tongue too. You’re greedy. Hungry. Enraged with need for me,” I slowed down my strokes, careful not to come just yet. “Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, I give you what you want. My tongue pierces your opening. Thrusting in and out of you to the point you’re fucking my face. Your pussy is so damn wet, it drips all over me. All I can smell is you.”

Her sounds of pleasure get louder, her hips moving harder and faster. She was teetering on the edge of no control.

“You’re imagining it, aren’t you?” I asked, sliding my hand up and down my thick cock.

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes at the need for the physical touch I wouldn’t let her have.

“Good girl,” I grit out. “Imagine my fingers spreading you wide as I suck your clit between my teeth. You’re so fucking turned on that you don’t last and come undone—”

Brogan screamed around the gag in her mouth.

My release shot onto my stomach, the unexpected orgasm taking my breath away. But it wasn’t enough.

Before Brogan could come down from her high, I was on her. I pulled the ball gag from between her lips and covered her mouth with mine at the same I thrust my cock inside her.

“Coby,” she sobbed, tears leaking from her eyes.

“That’s it, Brogan,” I growled. “Cry for me.”

Her sobs hardened, her body shaking through the release I let her have.

My dick twitched as it finished emptying into her.

Unlatching the cuffs from around her wrists, I slowed my hips and licked back into her mouth.

Her hands roamed down my back, her nails scratching into my skin before cupping my ass and pulled me deeper into her.

I shivered, releasing her mouth and stared down at the woman who was my undoing.

Her eyes were glazed over, her cheeks flushed. Sweat matted her hair to her forehead. She was so damn beautiful.

“That…” She sighed. “Was amazing.”

I smirked. “I told you I could make you come with just my words.”


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#review #SeriesFinale – Bottom Line, Devils MC Book #6 by Chelsea Camaron

Title: Bottom Line
Series: Devil’s Due MC #6
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 30, 2017

Beaten at the hands of his peers, he knows judgment. The domino effect of one person’s crime going unpunished never heals. 

 

He’s no saint. 

Mitchell “Trapper” Gates fears nothing. He begs for death and relishes life on the edge. 

He’s also not afraid to call himself a sinner. 

Trapper knows what it is to be violated and what it feels like to deliver a death blow. He knows love and he knows pain. 

However, one person knows his every secret. 

When Avery has waited long enough, can Trapper see beyond their past and into their future? Or is he too late?

Love, hate, anger, and passion collide as the time comes and the devil demands his due.

Twinsie Talks – “I have WAITED and WAITED for this book. OMG the secrets that are spilled. The story of Trapper and Avery is something I never saw coming.”


Spunky-n-Sassy – “Never ever have I read a book this perfect.”

I received a copy of this book for an honest review
I have been waiting for Trappers story for a while but who hasn’t with all the snippets we have gotten in all the past books. I have to say this is my favorite book of this series if I could give it 6 stars I would. We know things were bad for Trapper growing up but what he endured I was not prepared for.
Trapper’s mother left him as a teenager to fend for himself. He slept on the street and ate out of trashcans until Avery befriended him at school and helped Trapper see not everyone will ignore you, leave you, or torment you but will love you no matter what you have been thought. Avery has also lived in hell and Trapper finds this out on his own and does what he can to protect Avery even if that means to turn and run away.
My heart broke for Avery when I read the back story. The way Trapper protected Avery since they were kids made me fall in love even more with Trapper. Avery waits and hangs on to the thought that one day Trapper will come back but that day never seems to come. When Trapper decides to stop running and face his demons will Avery still be there waiting?
The secrets and the twists in this one were amazing. The way we learn about Trapper and Avery’s past and present was remarkable. Absolutely loved how the snippets of Trappers past from each previous book was the beginning of this book and then it took off from there. Not only did I fall more in love with Trapper my heart also fell for Avery. Avery was so kind and holds so much love for Trapper. I have to say one of my favorite things is that we get little glimpse of how the other couples are now doing after they have settled down.

Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.

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#WOTR18 #ReleaseBlitz – Just One Taste by CA Harms

 

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I’m the jokester, the one who pulls the best pranks. I’m the guy in the house who the frat brothers avoid for fear of what they’ll wake up to face the next day.
 
But now, the jokes on me. Literally on me! In BIG. BOLD. BLACK LETTERS!
 
A tattoo, of another guy’s name. I was branded, and no one else can know.
 
The problem is I don’t know how it got there? Who the hell is Blake? Worst of all why the F*ck did I have a guy’s name tattooed on my wrist to begin with? What could have possessed me?
 
I’ve done a lot of things, tortured a lot of my brothers, and I’ve loved every single minute of it.
 
I guess it’s payback.
 
The only things I remember are…dark hair, smelling of sweet honey and maybe something floral, soft hands, and the sweetest laugh.
 
So tell me, how I can get from a memory like that, to waking up in the backyard beside the pool, with a F*ucking tattoo? Of a dude’s name?

 
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EXCERPT:

Ever had this feeling like you’re being watched? Like each move you make is being analyzed, dissected, and documented for later use?

No?

Well, I have. It was a lingering feeling ever since the moment I’d been challenged by Clayton. Everywhere I turned there he was.

The guy was a god damned freak, watching me out of the corner of his eye, silently observing. It was annoying and if the asshole expected me to get a buzz he’d need to quit killing the effects of the tequila. With each shot his beady little eyes became an instant sober alert.

“Why are you watching the twin so closely?”

I looked down to my left into the curious eyes of Xavier’s girl, Morgan. It was part of being so much taller than everyone else, and it didn’t help that she was a short little thing either. “The twin?” I asked with a smirk.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “I still have no clue how to tell which one is which.”

“Corbin has a freckle on his upper —”

She holds up her hand to stop me. “Truly, I don’t care. I’ll still call them twin one and two.” Did I mention she was a sassy little shit too?

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, fully expecting her to gut punch me as I dragged her toward her boy. Xavier saw us coming and immediately stepped away from the group of people he was talking to in order to pull her away and out of my hold.

I chuckled, knowing just how much he hated for any of us to touch her, even if it was only the simplest of ways. Most of us did it often just to irritate the piss out of him.

“Occupy your girl, she’s getting nosy.”

I turned to walk away, feeling something collide with the back of my head. I looked back just in time to see an empty plastic water bottle bounce along the floor before rolling to a stop only a few inches away from Morgan’s feet.

X chuckled as Morgan crossed her arms, challenging me in what I could only assume was some form of some girly stand – off. She’d been around for some time now and was beginning to act like her man. “I’m not nosy.”

“What do you call it then?”

“Curious.”

“Same thing, and shit like that gets people thrown in pools.”

“Are you threatening me?” She uncrossed her arms and placed them on her hips.

I was just about to take a chance of being pummeled by my brother for throwing his crazy ass girl in the pool when I noticed another girl step closer to Morgan’s side. It was the brunette from Porter’s Pizza. The same brunette I’d seen in the place almost every time I visited, yet still didn’t know her name. I had seen her often, and fuck, the girl made me weak in the knees; that shit never happened to me.

I did, however, enjoy observing her from afar. I knew this — I’d consumed more pizza over the last few weeks than I had in the last few years combined. I also knew the way her cheeks reddened when a man openly flirted with her; I had done that a hundred times it seemed but still hadn’t been formally introduced.

I was intrigued by her, mesmerized even.

I was feeling a little free tonight though so that might change.

I watched as she continued looking between Morgan and me, and the last thing I wanted was for her to witness the pool dunk and think I was some dick. So instead I looked back toward Morgan and answered her question from earlier. “Clayton,” I say, pointing toward the beady – eyed fucker who was still watching me, “thinks he can outdo me. He’s the Sober Brother tonight and apparently, he thinks that he can pull the mother of all pranks.”

“So, he’s planning on coming up with something bigger than permanent marker dicks on someone’s face, nipple piercings, naked twins on front porches, and blue dye in body wash?” She holds up her hands, counting off each item she named on her fingers.

“The blue dye was me, babe,” Xavier corrected her and she waved him off.

“Yeah, that’s the plan.”

She looks behind her toward Clayton and he nods in agreement. “Well, this party may be worth staying at until the end just to see you suffer, Red. Payback is a bitch and these guys have a whole lot to give back.”

That they did, but I wasn’t worried.

“You actually pierced someone’s nipples?” The brunette asked that question as she wrinkled up her nose in confusion.

“Yep,” Xavier announced before I could and grabbed the hem of his shirt to lift it and exposed the piercings he still wore. That was a prank that backfired; who knew the guy would have loved them? It was almost the same situation I had with my Prince Albert when I let my best friend convince me to get it done after our high school graduation. It turned out to be one of the craziest and most pleasurable things I had done, or so I’d been told. It was a secret I’d managed to keep hidden so far.

“You did that?” I watch as the girl observed Xavier and suddenly I wanted to grab the shirt he still held high and pull it down.

“I did,” I said, regaining her attention. “Why? You want yours done?”

MEET THE AUTHOR:
C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.
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#REVIEW – The Director by Lily White

Twinsie Jo’s Review:

I feel like every time Lily writes a book, she writes them specifically for me. And every time she writes a book, she probably sits at her computer and wonders just how she can mess people up.

This book is probably the most brutal she’s written. Not for the mind f*ckery but for the graphic content itself. Girls are taken and used to please the dark twisted minds of people who get off on snuff films. Oh dear, right?

We meet Emma who has to make a choice. She makes a choice that surprises the director and ends up being used in a way that I don’t know how anyone could survive. Although this book has some graphic content, and by graphic, I do mean, sleep with your lights on and lock your doors at night, ladies, there is an underlying romance brewing.

Ethan. The Director. Holy crap. I thought Lily’s Master Aiden was bad. This guy is evil on a whole other level cause he doesn’t actually do the vile acts. He just directs. I don’t know what’s worse. He’s like Jigsaw of the porn industry.

Bonus: Lily threw me in as a girl who gets captured. And man, what a way to go. I have a phobia of the dentist and she used that to her advantage. I’ll never look at a dentist chair the same way ever again.

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#CoverReveal – Blood & Loyalties by: Ryan Michele

Title: Blood & Loyalties
Author: Ryan Michele
Genre: Mob/Mafia Romance
Published: October 26, 2015 
Cover Designer: Pink Ink Designs

Family meant everything.

Good, bad, right, wrong, legal, illegal—none of that mattered when it came to family. Family was and always would be number one. 

Catarina Lambardoni stayed on the legal side of the family businesses by running Lambardoni Enterprises. Professionally, she was beyond successful. In her personal life, however, she was not, having just walked in on her boyfriend cheating on her.

Jag Maratelli, the boss’s right hand, worked extremely hard to sustain his position in the family and honored it with his life. When he was summoned to the East Coast for an unexpected meeting, a chance encounter with Catarina and one look into the fire within her made him a very determined man.

The chemistry between the two scorched hot, and Jag had been with enough women to know Catarina was something special, something he couldn’t allow himself to walk away from. Life had other ideas, though, when a betrayal in the family sent him two thousand miles away from her while danger lurked closer than anyone realized.

Would their connection be strong enough for both of them to pursue more?

Or would people and events from the past and present make that choice for them?

“YOU STUPID FUCKING bitch!” Antonio seethed like a pussy as he looked up from the filthy-ass floor of the bar, holding his throbbing crotch. 
I laughed, tossing my head back for good measure. Bitch was the worst he could come up with? I had been called worse than that at work when I lost a client’s millions on a bum deal. 
I lifted the pointed heel of my black, stiletto boot and plowed it hard into his windpipe, crushing it as he gasped for breath, his eyes wide with fear. He needed to be taught a lesson about fucking over a Lambardoni. It didn’t come without repercussions, and I wanted to be the one to teach him. 
Unfortunately, I knew my bodyguards had called my brother Val. They always did when shit with me happened, and if I didn’t get on with it, Val would ruin all my fun. I was more than capable of handling this weak, pathetic asshole. Val should know that. He and my other brother D had trained me to fight and shoot a target with precision, but something about being “the sister” gave them the right to be overprotective and overbearing, even if I was older than both of them. 
As I removed my foot, one of his hands wrapped around his throat as the other continued to grip his aching crotch. The stupid fucker didn’t know whether to grab his balls or neck, his arms flailing in both directions as he rolled from side to side, trying to ease the pain. He gasped for breath, the look of confusion in his eyes laughable. I did pack one hell of a powerful knee thrust, though. No doubt his balls were shoved so deep inside he could taste them in his mouth. 
Wicked thoughts crept in my head. Using my best weapon of the moment—the hot ass boots my cousin Kiera had insisted I wear for the night—I picked a spot on his rib cage and began kicking it over and over, plowing into him, hoping like hell the blows would crack the fuckers. It was the least he deserved. 
I moved with him at each turn he tried to make, hitting him dead in the same spot. He grunted and attempted to bat my foot away with his hands as he tried to hold himself at the same time. His less than stealthy attempts only made him look like a bigger pansy-assed bitch. It was amazing how much actual joy I felt from watching him struggle. 
He tried to curl up in the fetal position, the dirt from the floor coating his clothes and both sides of his face. He groaned, taking each hit, but it didn’t feel like enough. The fucker didn’t even have the balls to really fight back. 
“Catarina, what the hell happened?” Kiera said loudly at my side, trying to compensate for the music blaring in the distance. She was my cousin, best friend, and pretty much sister in every way that counts. Regardless, my focus stayed on the fucker on the floor as I stepped farther back from his withering body. 
When Kiera and I had decided to come out to the club to let off some steam from a brutal week at work, I hadn’t realized I would be getting a hefty workout like this instead of on the dance floor. 
I stared down at the man I’d thought loved me, who had said I was the one for him. The only one. Stupid. I should have known by now that the only reason men found any interest in me was because of my father and family. Each one seemed to want that pivotal “in” to the business, and for some reason, they thought I could get it for them. 
I knew Antonio wanted to move up in the ranks with his family, but it wasn’t in the cards for him. That right there should have been a huge red flag for me, but I had trusted him when he told me if he couldn’t move up in his own family, he didn’t want to move up at all. 
Lies. All fucking lies. One would think I had learned this lesson after twenty-nine years on this earth, but I kept falling for it: hook, line, and sinker. The word sucker was plastered on my fucking forehead, and the life that I craved so much was completely unobtainable. Not anymore. This would be it. This fucker would be the absolute last. 
Being the daughter of a very powerful man came with a stiff price, the biggest being whom to trust, which I had learned—mostly the hard way—wasn’t many. Family was about the only ones I could, and damn if that didn’t suck ass with finding a love life. 
Even women had proved too scarce in the honesty department. Most wanting to fuck my brothers rather than actually get to know me. That was why Kiera and I had stuck together over the years. It was safer for everyone. No one else understood this life.
I wasn’t and never had been a weak person. Growing up in the Lambardoni family, it wasn’t an option. Between my father, uncle, brothers, and cousins, both Kiera and I had been taught with an iron fist—a loving iron fist—but still, a strong-gripping fist. 
Glancing down at the floor, I couldn’t believe I had wasted my time on this man. I would have to thank my brother Dominic—D—for teaching me kickboxing. It proved handy, even if my technique was shit at the moment, but it was kind of hard to really show technique when the guy was on the ground. 
The asshole growling under my feet thought he could profess his undying love for me and then go fuck some blonde whore in the bathroom. Mistake. Big mistake. 
When he told me he was going to get drinks then headed in the opposite way of the bar, every flag in my head stood to alert. Val had taught me how to observe one’s surroundings, promising me it would come in handy one day, and that day was definitely one of them. 
Throughout Val’s teachings, my eyes became sharper in viewing my surroundings and noticing key things that were out of place: a car parked somewhere it shouldn’t be or a person walking a bit too closely. I’d see it, and it would keep me on my toes. 
Realizing Antonio turned down the hallway in his quest for drinks, I’d motioned for my full-time guard, Scraper—yes, that was his name—to follow him. He took off, only to report back minutes later that Antonio had a piece of ass in the women’s bathroom. 
The pained expression on Scraper’s face sent me into action. I knew it was pained because of the betrayal to me, and I would be putting Antonio’s ass on a stick.

 

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Ryan Michele found her passion in making fictional characters come to life. She loves being in an imaginative world where anything is possible and has a knack for special twists readers don’t see coming.

 

She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and many more romances. And whether it’s bikers, wolf shifters, mafia, or beyond, Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn.

 


 

When she isn’t writing, Ryan is a mom and wife living in rural Illinois and reading by her pond in the warm sun.

 

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#REVIEW – In The Moment: Part Four (An Erotic Menage Romance Short Story) (Moments Book 4) by Rachael Orman

Keeping two people happy in a relationship is hard enough, add in another and things get even more complicated. Adam and Ace have found their balance, but Alicia isn’t sure it’s what she wants at all. She doesn’t want a normal relationship, let alone one that is so tough to make work. Plus, just when she thinks she has made up her mind, there is another surprise that make her decision that much more difficult.

Twinsie Jo’s Review:

Oh Ace. That poor broken man broke my heart so many times. And then there’s dominant Adam who you would think be the submissive one but alas, he is not. Which I’m totally fine with.

I just love this little series. So as usual, things are going really well for this threesome when suddenly, things take a drastic change. And that ending. Wow. I was not expecting it or Adam and Aces reaction. I was not impressed with them and wanted to smack them both up side the head. So kudos to you, Rachael.

#CoverReveal – Strike Zone by Michele Shriver

Strike Zone by Michele Shriver

Cover model: Devin Byrd

Cover photography: Randy Sewell, RLS Model Images

Cover design: Susan Ann Wall

Release date: February 13, 2018

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Big league pitcher Killian Moss wants a family. What he needs is a steadfast woman who can handle long separations during the season. The kind of woman who will always be there for him and their children.

Movie actress Lorna Richards is an independent, publicity-shy, single mom who hides in Texas whenever she’s not on a shoot. Home and family is everything to Lorna and when she meets Killian, it seems that they want all the same things.

The passion between them flares bright and hot, but when Lorna decides to pay back a favor for a man who saved her career – a life-altering favor – then Killian may have to cry foul and back away. Everything between them hangs in the balance as Lorna must choose between giving a new life to her best friend or losing her dream of love and a happy ending with Killian.

 

 

 

#CoverReveal – Silver Fox by Misha Elliott

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Silver Fox Cover

Book Info

Title: Silver Fox
Author: Misha Elliott
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 5, 2018
Cover Photographer: Golden Czermak, Furious Fotog
Cover Model: Stuart Reardon

 

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Silver Fox ebook

 

Richard Sisk has never been much of a risk taker. At 18 he gave up his dreams for the future to do the right thing and marry his pregnant high school love.
Over the years things change, and he receives a divorce as a birthday present.

Jill Caldwell has spent the last eight years caring for her younger brother being both sister and parent. Now that he is settled well into college, she finally has the gift of freedom.
Years ago, their lives crossed paths and now eight years later, will Richard be able to take a risk for a new love?’

Jill knows that together she and Richard can build a life of everything they ever wanted, that is if he can get over being her silver fox.


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Misha Elliott is an old movie watching, wine drinking, rod-wheedling, book-lover. Once a northerner she now calls the Lone Star state her home. When she isn’t writing, you will find her talking about books with friends or one the water with a fishing pole in hand.

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#REVIEW – In The Moment: Part Three (An Erotic Menage Romance Short Story) (Moments Book 3) by Rachael Orman

Ace managed to burn bridges with both Adam and Alicia. Adam doesn’t even want to speak to him while Alicia doesn’t know what she wants. Both Ace and Adam know they have a lot to work through if they are going to be able to make their part of the relationship work—with or without Alicia.

Twinsie Jo’s Review:

I have to say that this one is my favourite out of the series so far. After that crazy debacle of the video of an intimate moment being shared, Ace completely lost and didn’t care about anyone but himself when it came to his reactions over said video.

He works hard to make Adam and Alicia forgive him and after working through his problems with Adam, he basically worried for nothing.

Alicia felt left out of their little makeup session. She didn’t know what was going on and felt out of the loop. So when they come crawling back to her, she definitely didn’t take it how they expected.

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