She’s a biker chick with an edge.
Daughter of an MC President, Trix Slade is used to living on the wild side, but nothing prepares her for being kidnapped by the Grim Bastards MC. Hell bent on getting back home, Trix will do anything to get away from her captors- anything. There’s only one problem. Boz is as sexy as he is wild- a tempting combination for a woman like Trix.
He’s a bastard with a soul.
The Bastards’ president, Boz Creed, wants to bring Trix’s father down and knows the best way to get to him is by using his precious daughter. Determined to get the revenge he seeks, Boz is willing to do anything to get what he wants- anything. There’s only one problem. Trix is as sexy as she is stubborn- a deadly combination for a man like Boz. Can love between two rival clubs survive without someone taking the ultimate fall?
Each book in the Grim Bastards MC series includes an HEA and can be read as a standalone. Dirty Bastard includes sexual situations and graphic violence. Not suitable for anyone under 18.
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USA Today Bestselling author, Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State home. She claims she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue! She has been married to her husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two wonderful children.
Emily loves to read and has more books on her kindle than most people could read in a lifetime, but she intends to read every single one. She has published nine books, but there are many more are floating around in her head. She hopes to get them all on paper before long. She loves sharing her dreams with her readers.
Shelley was born and raised in Kentucky and doesn’t see herself leaving the bluegrass state anytime soon. Shelley and her husband have been together for sixteen years, and they share three beautiful daughters and one handsome son.
Although Grim Bastards is her first published novel, she has been a fan of romance reads for many, many years. Shelley loves all sorts of genres of romance but Contemporary, New Adult, and Romantic Comedy are her all-time favorites.
It had all the makings of a perfect plot, and for bestselling author Lila Keaton-it was a hedonistic past she kept hidden far away. Many nights were spent crossing the velvet rope, dancing until dawn and bedding one of the worlds biggest DJ’s, Hunter Michaels AKA Arial Assault.
When Lila’s agent uncovers her thrilling secret, it appears as if nothing is off limits when it comes to pitching the story, whether Lila wants to tell it or not. Despite knowing her reluctance is career suicide, she cannot bring herself to open her heart once more to the man who nearly destroyed it.
Given the opportunity to escape her predicament, Hunter attempts to reconcile the pain he has caused, and rekindle the passion that was abandoned long ago. When a series of events causes history to repeat itself, Lila sets off unaccompanied through out the west to test her boundaries with the sensual and surreal, and ultimately come face to face with the only thing that can keep her from falling.
Falling Stars consumed me, tore my heart up, turns wickedly hot, then all of a sudden I am left here with my mouth wide open. I did not see this happening. There is a crazy turn of events that occur throughout this entire book. This book is intense, gritty, and stays with you. I cannot get it out of my head! Such a book hangover!
So, I will tell you a little about the story but not much detail because I absolutely cannot give anything away. Lila is an author and is at a crossroads. She can’t write and is handing in her resignation. Hunter comes rushing back into her life but she has many reservations as they have a deep, dark, dirty, and loud past together. Their past is incredibly intense. Lots of music, drugs, and alcohol. Then Grant gets put in the mix. He protects Lila and gives her what she thinks she needs. When things seem to be too good, they usually are. This is one instance in the book that catches you by surprise. Things get so crazy (in the best way possible). I totally felt like I was going to get the happily ever after that most people crave. But out of nowhere this twisted, contorted, bombshell gets tossed in the mix and you are in an entirely different world. I thought it was over but was far from it. I never seen this coming! When you read this, you will know exactly what I am talking about.
“Love grows in waves the way bass grows in waves, and just like bass, sometimes you have to step back from the speaker to really feel it.”
“I never realized what kind of power I had in my hands. I misused it, took it for granted, and now that it’s gone, I wonder if I will ever get it back. And if I do, can I be trusted not to do the same thing again? Words are like drugs, they have the power to harm and to heal. Build empires or destroy lives. Who am I without them?” I didn’t want a response. I knew life would go on, one foot in front of the other.”
“In the morning, everything looked different. The magic was gone, and it was time to go home. My memories are different than most. When I think back upon the scene, I do not see stars. There is only a fragment of space in which we ruled the night and held on for as long as the ride would allow. Some of us made it, and many fell behind.”
I could go on and on with favorite parts of the book but then what would the fun in that be? If you want to experience all the feels…then this is the book for you. Not your typical happily ever after but not everyone’s happily ever after is the same. And this one is perfect!
JL Brooks is a former columnist turned novelist. What started as a bet changed her entire course in life. With a passion for adventure, she believes everyone has a story to tell. Chances are she will try to convince you to tell yours.
Ashton Roberts never understood that saying. Heart couldn’t be found anywhere in the rundown bungalow she grew up in. It also couldn’t be found in the luxury estate she moved into when her mother married her stepfather.
All Ashton wants is to get her degree, meet Mr. Right and find the happy stable life she never had. But when life constantly throws her curve balls, she begins to wonder if it really is just a pipe dream.
Until she runs into her former neighbor, Reed Collins.
As a child, Reed had always been Ashton’s silent protector. As an adult, he is everything she has ever dreamed of in a man. If only he didn’t keep her at arms length. But as things heat up, guards drop and secrets are revealed which toss Ash back into the turmoil surrounding a tragic event from her youth.
Will Ashton let her past fracture the perfect picture of her future? Or will the meaning of loyalty, family and love be redefined?
After laying out rugs and putting away towels she began a battle with the packaging for the shower curtain rings. The plastic was sealed on all sides and no amount of tugging or biting at the edges would tear it open. She growled in frustration.
“Uh…Ash?” Reed chuckled from his bedroom. “You okay in there?”
Great. He heard her. “Yeah,” she called out. “I just can’t get this package open. Do you have any scissors?”
Ashton continued her fight then hissed as the plastic edge sliced into her thumb.
Reed appeared in the doorway and held out his hand. “Give it here.”
Happy to get rid of the stupid package, she tossed it to him, then stuck her thumb in her mouth to suck away the sting. As he began to struggle with the container, his eyes lowered to her mouth. They lingered there for a moment before he lifted them to meet her own. “Are you all right?”
She removed her thumb from her mouth and inspected it for any bleeding. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she dismissed, tucking her hand in her back pocket of her jeans as if she could hide the fact she was just sucking her thumb.
Fortunately, her slight embarrassment was short lived. With one last hard tug, the package popped open and shower curtains rings flew everywhere. They ricocheted off of the medicine cabinet, sink and walls before scattering all over the floor and in the bathtub. But it was the one ominous plop which came from behind her that was cause for concern. Reed must have heard it at the same time because he stepped forward just as she turned. A lone chrome shower curtain ring sparkled back at them from the bottom of the toilet.
Ashton swung her head around and locked eyes with Reed in alarm. “Injured,” she called out, thrusting her hand in the air as if she were holding up a free pass.
“Oh yeah?” Reed chuckled and raised a brow.
“Yeah.” She nodded solemnly, cradling her hand to her chest. The small, barely visible slice in her thumb had suddenly and conveniently become a grave situation. “I could contract MRSA or some other nasty infection.”
His eyes flicked down to her hands then back up to meet her gaze. “Well, we wouldn’t want that.”
“No, we wouldn’t,” she agreed, narrowing her eyes as a smile slowly crept across his face. The smile would not have been worrisome had it been a regular smile. No, this smile should have warned her to take a step back. Instead, she got lost in the way it reached his eyes and showed off his white, almost perfectly straight teeth.
“Good thing your other hand is fine,” he pointed out just as he lunged forward to try to grab her wrist.
“No!” She squealed, jumping out of the way.
He laughed and pushed one of his shirt sleeves up. “I’m kidding, Ash. I wouldn’t do that.” Shaking his head, he turned back to the toilet. “I’m going in.”
Ashton watched from the safety of the doorway as Reed swooped in to retrieve the shower curtain ring. He tossed it into the sink then washed it and his hands, going all the way up to his elbows. After he was done, he flicked water at her then grabbed a towel.
Reed’s eyes met hers as he dried his hands. Their laughter died off and silence stretched between them. Eventually, he cleared his throat and averted his gaze to the floor. A crease formed between his brows and she wondered what he could possibly be thinking.
“Ash …,” he began and lifted his eyes back to hers. In that brief moment, Ashton’s heart beat faster and she swore she felt some kind of connection with Reed she had never felt before. She wondered if it was her imagination or simply anticipation for what he was about to say. Most likely, it was a combination of both.
“Jackpot!” Danny announced from the bedroom, shattering the moment. “I found Reed’s spank bank!”
In spite of the horrible timing, Ashton could not help but burst out laughing. Reed groaned and stepped toward where she stood in the doorway. They both looked over to find Danny with a huge grin on his face as he held up a couple copies of some car magazine.
She shook her head and turned back to Reed. “You share a gene pool with that one.”
“Yeah,” he said, running a hand over the back of his head before he looked back over toward his room. “Hey, Danny. Why don’t you go outside, dig a hole, jump into it and bury yourself,” Reed suggested as if it were a great idea.
This only made Danny laugh harder.
“I’m just messing with him, Ash,” Reed murmured in her ear before he stepped passed her.
She knew he had been but her curiosity over what he had been about to say made her reach out to grab his arm to stop him. “Wait, what were you about to say in there,” she asked, inclining her back toward the bathroom.
His eyes shifted from the bathroom over to meet hers. He smiled but it was nothing like the smile he wore only a few minutes earlier. This one was weak at best. “Oh…nothing important,” he said with a shake of his head. Hooking a thumb over his shoulder, he took a step back. “I better get back to this so I have a bed to sleep in tonight.”
“Okay.” Ashton released his arm and watched as he walked back into his room.
Oh my gods! Wow! Put your pajamas on, get your tissues, and settle in for the long haul. This is not a story that you can just pick up and put down whenever you get tired, need to eat, or even go to the bathroom. This is a story of love, sacrifice, and finding one’s self. Perfectly flawed fairytale!
We start the story off with Ashton. She is at a party and has to make a split decision to call her stepdad to pick her up. After she is picked and is gearing for an arguement they go look for her mother. She is dead. Ashton feels like she has been through it all. She has had a shabby home and upbringing, watched a string of boyfriends come in and out of her home, and was in the middle of her mother’s addictions. Her mother cleaned up, married her stepdad, and things went well until her mother relapsed and ended up dead. It was a devastating time but her stepdad continued to support Ashton. Ashton always knew what she didn’t want and worked incredibly hard to do everything in her power not to end up like her mother. Only this didn’t work out to her advantage. She constantly fell into bad relationships but the one thing that always seemed to help was her old friend, Reed. He always seemed to be there when she needed him. This goes back as far as her being 5. They used to be neighbors and Reed, along with his mother and brother, helped look after Ashton when she was in a bad spot at home. They would lose touch due to their age differences but he always popped up when she needed him most. Everything moves along and you just know this is going to work but Reed is beating himself up about something. Some terrible secret, some darkness, that he just can’t shake. This is where I leave you to find out the rest of the story. The twists and turns you are about to embark on cannot be given in a review. The only way to find out is to experience the emotions that both of these characters deal with. New love, turmoil, guilt, what-if’s….If you want it, this story has got it!
“It was all Ashton wanted, to be happy . She wanted the fairy tale with a Prince Charming, palaces and happy endings. Unfortunately, all she seemed to get was the part of damsel in distress. And it sucked.”
“So you’re the ‘Expect nothing from me. I get bored easily, guy’?” Reed chuckled and shook his head. “No, Ash. I’m just a guy who hasn’t found the girl I want to shape my world around. Simple as that.” Her brows pulled together in a frown. It was a sweet sentiment but something didn’t sit well with her. “Reed, you shouldn’t have to change for anyone.” His lips tilted up in a half grin. “I know. It’s the willingness that would be telling. And the right girl, would be willing to shape her world to include me in it too.”“Good answer, Mr. Collins,” she teased, even though she may have slightly melted on the inside.”
“My point is you cannot assume the motivations of others. You can judge but you have no idea what pushes people to make decisions that are unlawful or immoral. Sometimes , they may feel it is their only option.”
Perfectly flawed! This is an incredible journey to follow. Once I started reading I could NOT put the book down. It is exhausting chasing after fairy tales that don’t exist…but their fairytale is incredibly different and soooooo worth the read. If you have made it this far into my review I am not exactly sure what you are waiting for…you want a sweet love story? Go somewhere else. You want an emotional feelcoaster that is witty, funny, but also enough to break your heart and put it back together??? This is the story you NEED! A MUST READ!
R.J. Loom was born and raised along the shores of Lake Erie in Ohio, where she still resides with her husband, two children and two spoiled dogs. She loves books, music, travel and anyone with a great sense of humor. When she’s not writing, she can be found with her nose in a book, looking for more books to add to her “to-be-read” pile or spending time with her family.
The incendiary author of Begging for It and Asking for It again plunges readers into the shadowy depths of love, pain, pleasure and peril…
How far is too far?
Finally sure of each other’s strength and love, Jonah and Vivienne continue to explore their darkest fantasies together. However, what should be a night of ecstasy takes a dangerous turn, injuring Vivienne. She shrugs off the incident, but Jonah is haunted by it, particularly by the fear that others may believe he abuses her, or even glimpse the truth of their erotic obsession.
Then Jonah receives a call from his younger sister, Rebecca, who’s dealing with trouble of her own in South America. When Vivienne travels with him to aid Rebecca, she learns yet more about his tortured history—and Jonah opens up to Vivienne as never before.
Can Vivienne help Jonah cast off the shadows of his past forever?
So, this is just a little novella that covers about the span of a week in the trials and tribulations of Jonah and Vivienne. You don’t really discover too much more than you already knew, but you do get to explore Jonah’s sister a little bit.
As far as Jonah and Viv go, they are still up to their “play” frolics and still have a fascination with that taboo subject! Although Viv get’s hurt AFTER one of their “play” sessions, whiney Jonah seems to get hung up on it a little too long especially since it was not even close to being his fault, but oh well! I think he’s more fucked up than we really know!
Viv is still a very carefree, happy-go-lucky kind of gal and I appreciate that about her. I mean if we had two head cases to deal with I think I might go mental. She sticks pretty close to Jonah, but in my opinion, not for herself, but for him. He seems to need that and her to stay on the right path.
Now Rebecca , Jonah’s sister is pretty damn cool. She lives in Central America by herself and doing fairly well. She’s spunky, witty, and about as open as Jonah… lol! I can’t help but wonder if there might be a longer story there. We’ll see!
So, it’s short, it’s fast, and it’s not really anything new besides more on the sister. The pacing is good, the storyline predictable, and the dialogue somewhat natural. I liked it, but did not love it!
ARC Provided by Publisher and Author for an honest review
Start at the beginning with Asking For It
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lilah Pace is a pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling author, so she can’t give away too much about herself here, but she has lived everywhere from Italy to the United Kingdom before putting down roots in the American South.
She’s addicted to Diet Coke, loves her dog, and daydreams about several British movie stars (though usually no more than two at a time).
And while it took her a long while to get up the courage to write books, now she hopes she’ll never stop.
A sightless woman.
A man who has seen everything.
A new vision of the future.
For over four centuries the Air Elemental, Nodin Osi, has protected the very air we breathe. Yet when he returns to his ancestral homelands to recruit a beautiful ally, he’s literally set adrift when someone else takes control of his gifts.
Blind since birth, Kamali Kiwidinok can only see the vibrant auras surrounding each human. She blusters into Nodin’s world armed with her special vision only to discover that Nodin is the one person she can actually see.
Quint, an insidious creature composed of dark matter, returns with strong adversaries and stolen magic, holding nothing back in his pursuit of the most powerful witch in history. Unaware the Elementals have developed a spell to banish him from this plane, he relentlessly pursues his goals.
Plunged back into darkness, Kamali must stand against her enemies before helping the Elementals in their fight against Quint. Will Nodin make the ultimate sacrifice for Kamali? Or is the future between a human and a peri-mortal lost in the wind?
With vision there is hope. With hope there is love. – Nodin Osi
I received a copy for a honest review
5 years has past since the events in the second book. During those years the Elementals and Violet have been looking for a way to end Quint when he returns and doing their duties to the earth and it’s inhabitants.
I had felt that Nodin in the past books, while not cold and standoffish, to have a guarded way about him and the book tells us the reason for that.
We get to see what made shaped this great Elemental into what he has become, a man who does his duty and while he loves his family that is all he loves, though he does feel compassion for the humans.
Jacobs shows a whole other side to Nodin by introducing him to Kamali. Kamali is a blind woman of that can see only the aura around people until she meets Nodin, him she can see fully. He has put off meeting her for all this time, though she is part of the plan to get rid of Quint, to give Violet and Flint more time together in case the plan fails.
Kamali isn’t such a strong woman, yet there is a softness, a purity even though she has been through so much.
We are introduced to some new characters: Maize, Kamali’s companion and seeing eye dog, Adler, her uncle who uses her gifts for his own gain, and Raven, her evil Aunt she never knew about until now who has gifts of her own.
I think what is conveyed in this story is that there is no escaping destiny. Whether your destined to be with a certain person, destined to die, or destined to be something more it will happen, destiny always finds a way.
Nodin and Kamali are wonderful together, she gives him what he has been missing and he gives her all the love and support she needs.
I hope Jacobs gives us one more book, Death needs his story told and I hope to see more from the Elementals and Mother Nature.
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 chapter, she has learned there are many “rules” to writing a proper romance. Being re-schooled has been an interesting journey, and she hopes the best trails are yet to be traveled.
You’ll find a bit of her husband in her paranormal series, The Elementals, as he’s a chemist and has to answer all her, “Could this really happen?” questions.
Water’s Threshold, the first in her Elementals series, was a finalist in Chicago-North’s 2014 Fire and Ice contest in the Women’s Fiction category.
Three things about her: She’s a Tea Guzzler, Polish Pottery Hoarder, and lover of all things Moose. Her current positions with Indiana Romance Writers of America are Program Chair and 2015 Conference Co-Chair. The genres she writes under are: Paranormal and Contemporary Romance with suspenseful elements.
Jillian is also part of an Indiana author group, which posts videos answering questions readers post for writers. Visit The Juicebox Dialogues on YouTube for some sassy video fun with romance writers
First in a new series—welcome to the Sinner’s Creed Motorcycle Club, where hard bodies and hot leather are made for each other, and love gone wrong is the most irresistible of all… “I was the demon-possessed monster and she was the innocent, naïve angel. But none of that matters. She asks, I give and right now, I’ll kill anyone who tries to stop me from giving this woman what she wants—me.”
Dirk lives in the shadows—performing hits, maintaining order, and upholding the no-holds-barred legacy of the Sinner’s Creed Motorcycle Club. A nomad with a restless spirit and a cold heart, the open road is his world. One of the few constants in his life: his desire for the one woman who has consumed his thoughts for years.
Saylor Samson grew up far from the harshness of Dirk’s world. But ever since she was seventeen she’s been drawn to this dark and mysterious man who always seemed to show up just when she needed him.
After years of fated encounters, he’s back. This time he’s taking her. This time she’s ready for the ride. But just when the darkness in Dirk’s life begins to fade, Saylor reveals a secret that puts them both to the ultimate test. Now, Dirk has to make a decision: submit to his destiny with the MC, or choose his own.
This book is going on my TOP 10 list for 2016. It moved me in ways no other book has. It was a complete and utter drain on my emotional well being and I wouldn’t have it any other way! It was frightening yet amusing. It was happy yet gloomy. It made me jump out of my skin but then left goose bumps on my arms. So many mixed emotions and so much turmoil that I fear this book is not for the faint of heart. It is by far a dark and gritty read. I dare you to dive in! Warning: Have booze, smokes, and tissues!!
Saylor Samson is the epitome of innocence. She screams it and yet she defies it. She is my hero in every way. Faced with impossible odds, she stares down her demise and challenges it. She’s tough as nails, comical to a fault, and so damn cute it’s killing me. I especially adore the fact that she isn’t really frightened of Dirk (at least not after the initial meet) but welcomes him, accepts him, and has faith in him. A God fearing woman who isn’t afraid to take what she wants and pray for the rest! Love her!
Dirk Dixon – Sinner’s Creed nomad is all kinds of fucked up. He’s basically a hit man, although his purpose serves much more than that. He is now Saylor’s savior and mine too if you must know. He’s dangerous, he’s scandalous, and he’s sexy as hell! His hard exterior is penetrated only by one thing, and one thing only. Guess what? Yep, a beautiful blondie named Saylor. I find his surroundings comical at times, but as far as Dirk goes, I’m fairly certain his funny bone has been removed due to lack of use! You’re gonna crack the fuck up when you find out who is “first” was. Good one Kim!
The supporting character cast in this chaotic tale is somewhat big, but I really only want to talk about 3 people; Donnawayne and Jeffery, and Shady. Donnawayne and Jeffrey are Saylor’s two gay friends and the absolute best companions a girl could ever have. They take such good care of her, it’s amazing how people from all walks of life fit together so well. Now, Shady is just that…SHADY… He has exactly ONE friend and that’s Dirk. He’s always there even when you don’t really know it. He’s Dirk’s eyes and ears to things unknown! I see his book is next and I can’t wait to find out what twists and turns his life is going to take in Sinner’s Revenge.
To wrap this up and get my ass back to reading, I will say this.. Sinner’s Creed is so compelling that I could NOT put it down. The writing style of Kim Jones in this story was effortless to read. I was so drawn to Saylor and Dirk that their lives became my main concern. This is a dark, gritty romance, with tons of chaos and bedlam. It’s more emotional than you would think so get your tissues ready. The dialogue flows and sounds natural. The tension that Kim creates throughout the story leads you up to a climax that I will NEVER forget!
ARC provided by Author and Publisher for an honest review
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kim Jones is a writer with big dreams. Inspired by her personal experience inside the MC life, she’s chosen to write biker romance stories that are authentic—expressing the true meaning of brotherhood and the lifestyle of motorcycle clubs.
In 2013, Kim began her self-publishing journey. Saving Dallas, her first MC series, is based on the life of an influential president who juggles the pressures of the Devil’s Renegades Motorcycle Club, and the search for true love.
Taking the club life and her career a step further, Berkley will be releasing Sinner’s Creed, her second MC series, in March of 2016—an inside look into the life of a 1%er and his sacrifice for what he believes in.
Kim plans to continue to self-publish off her Saving Dallas series, and has signed a two book deal with Penguin-Random House for Sinner’s Creed. She resides in south Mississippi with her husband, Reggie, two dogs, a cat and a donkey.
New York Times bestselling author Jasinda Wilder presents the second darkly seductive novel starring the mysterious Madame X.
Everything Madame X has ever known is contained within the four walls of the penthouse owned by her lover, her keeper, the man who controls her every move and dominates her desires. While Caleb owns her body, someone else has touched her soul. X’s awakening at the hands of Logan’s raw, honest masculinity has led her down a new path, one that is as exciting as it is terrifying.
But Caleb’s need to own her completely knows no bounds, and he isn’t about to let her go. Not without a fight that could destroy them all…
The way it always is, it seems. Do you keep me naked merely because you enjoy the sight of my nude body? Or is it another form of control, of manipulation? A way of keeping me contained, keeping me captive? Some of both, I think. When I am naked—which is often, now that I live with you in your cavernous tower-top home—your eyes flit and float to me, rake over me, absorb my dusky flesh and athletic curves. Your eyes are always on me, even when you are working. Your eyes move from your laptop to me, pause on the elegant column of my throat, slip and slide down to the valley between my heavy breasts, to the flat plain of my belly, the juncture between my thighs, and then you, somewhat reluctantly, it sometimes seems, force your gaze back to your work.
Life with Caleb Indigo: a concerto of keyboard keys clicking and clacking, an overture of gazes and glances. You are always working. Always. I wake at midnight in the morning to the sound of your phone ringing—your ringer is a plain, old-fashioned bleating of a rotary-style phone—and you answer it with a curt “Indigo,” and you listen carefully, intently, and then respond in as few syllables as possible, end the call, toss the phone onto the nightstand close to hand, and tug me roughly up against your chest. Four a.m.: you jab your legs into slacks, shrug into a button-down, fingers nimble on the buttons, announce that you have business to see to, and then you do not return till three in the morning or four or even six, when you appear looking haggard and unshaven with dark circles under your eyes. But then, I, anticipating your return, am awake. And you know this.
And you stand at my side of the bed, staring down at me, waiting. I roll over, gaze up at you. Slowly, you divest yourself of your clothing. Your gaze will not leave me, and perhaps you slide the flat sheet away to bare my form. I cannot help but notice the way the zipper of your slacks tents and tautens as you gaze at me. And I am, in that moment, flushed with desire.
I cannot help it.
And I do try. Just to see if I have found some new source of self-control where you are concerned.
But the result is always the same: I see you, watch you peel the shirt off, unbutton it quickly, swing your arms back to pinch your shoulder blades together, and the shirt falls away. Your torso is bare, magnificent, a sculpture of tanned, muscled perfection. My throat will tighten and I am compelled to swallow again and again, as if I could swallow down my need for you. And then my gaze will rake down your furrowed eight-pack abdomen to your groin, to your bulging zipper, and my thighs clench around the gush of heated need. My breath comes in panting gasps.
I don’t need to say anything.
You unhook the clasp of your trousers, pinch the zipper tab in your big thumb and long forefinger, slowly draw it down. Free your erection. It will sway in front of my face, tall and hard and perfect.
And I am undone.
Any will I possess is eradicated.
Your hands will be rough on my flesh, scraping, teasing, possessing. And I will revel in that roughness, in the clutch of hard hands on my buttocks, tugging me to the end of the bed and holding me aloft as you plunge into me, eliciting a whimper.
And I will come apart for you, watching the tendons in your neck pulse and tighten, watching your abdomen flex, watching your hips drive, watching your biceps ripple as you keep me held effortlessly where you want me.
And you will come, too, but never quickly. Never until I have reached my own climax. And sometimes not until I have reached it twice. If I do not find that release with the driving and thrust of your body, you press that big thumb to my clitoris and force me to it with gentle, skillful, insistent circles as if you somehow just know precisely how to pleasure me.
When you do find your own release, it is quiet, an intense groan, perhaps a bead of sweat trickling down your temple, as if even your sweat obeys the rule of artfulness that seems to dictate your existence.
And then, done with me, you will brush a thumb over my temple, sweep flyaway locks of raven-black hair aside, grant me a moment of eye contact, a moment of personal connection. Just a moment, only a fragment of time. But something, at least. As if you know I need those moments to continue this . . . game.
This faux-domestic relationship.
Without those moments of intimacy granted in that postcoital gaze, I would combust. Detonate.
And even with them, I am discontent. Disturbed.
You know it.
I know it.
But we do not speak of it. I try, and you brush it aside, sweep the conversation away like so much dust from a corner. Answer a phone call, claim to have a meeting to scurry off to, an e-mail to answer, a deal to broker.
✘Twinsie Deb’s Review
Exposed by Jasinda Wilder
Caleb, X, and Logan LOVED IT AND CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THIS COME FULL CIRCLE!
5 Nerve wracking stars
Ok, so I went into this one knowing that it would end on a cliffy… I mean, it’s the second book in a trilogy for fuck sake… but I’m still reeling from it! Damn it Jasinda! I want more! I need more! I grieve for X, I pine for Logan, and I plot for Caleb’s demise. This story is unusual and profound. You won’t want to miss it!
At the end of the first installment, Madame X, I have to admit I still kind of had hope for Caleb. I wanted to see him become the man I knew he could be. He teetered on the brink of evil, but always seemed to redeem himself at every turn. I’m not so sure he’s redeemable anymore. He has fallen down too many times to get back to where he needs to be. I guess anyone can change, but at this point, in my heart Caleb is dead to me! DEAD I TELL YOU!!!
Logan is still a breath of fresh air. He seems genuine and kind at the moment, but we all know shit can get pretty hairy in just the matter of a chapter or two. So far so good though. I know he means well where X is concerned, but sometimes I think he may be laying it on a little thick at times. I, myself would have been awfully overwhelmed by his presence and his need to fix everything. He does still make me swoon though!
X is still finding things out about herself. Good things, shocking things, and things she can’t explain. Caleb is still a lying sack of shit when it comes to what really happened to her and Logan seems to be an open book divulging anything and everything he can get his hands on that pertains to her. Now that she’s knows one of the most basic things about herself, she wants to transform to that person she now knows and not be X anymore. Who can blame her? My heart still breaks for her and I can’t wait to read the last installment, Exiled so that maybe reading her parts will make my heart sore instead of wilt.
It’s a well written book. The dialogue flows perfectly and the storyline is wonderful. The characters, good or bad were exceedingly powerful and kept me on the edge of my seat though most of it. From cover to cover you’ll be offered tons of excitement, loads of angst, and some of the longest sex scenes I think you’ll ever read. Oh. So. Hot. I loved it with my whole heart and can’t wait to see how this all plays out. Bravo Jasinda. You rocked it!
ARC Provided by publisher and Author for an honest review
READING ORDER – Exiled coming 8.2.2016
About the author:
Jasinda Wilder is a New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and international bestselling author. She is a Michigan native and currently lives there with her family. Visit her official website at jasindawilder.com.
Our love is imperfect in the most perfect way. It is love done our way. Raw. Unconventional. Sexy as hell. Most importantly, it is honest to the core, or so I think. One little, white lie shouldn’t do so much damage. Yet, it changes me forever.
The worst part is that Declan whispered that sweet nothing out of protection. My safety is on the forefront of his mind, especially since there are others who’d hurt me simply to get at him. I never think that he would be the one to cut me so deeply. And it all starts with that first prick—the night he saved my life.
His perilous stare deepened as his grip fastened around my waist. The maniacal thoughts passing over his eyes confirmed that I wasn’t the only one who wanted all the space between us eliminated.
could hardly breathe when his gaze fell to my lips. It left me speechless. It was the very way a passing glance could leave you without words. But Declan didn’t just take a glimpse. No, he unapologetically looked me over. He
me, but didn’t say them in so many words. Yet, I heard them all the same. I heard them with each moan that echoed in the air. I felt them as he held me gently in his arms. Even if I didn’t feel the desire radiating off of him in a fury of passion, he bore that intensity in his gaze. The world around us melted away until there was on me and
About the series:
About the series “Once Wicked”
@unconventionaldamsels who rock piercings, refuse to conform to society’s rules, and aren’t obsessed with labels, check out the “Once Wicked” Series. Happily Ever After doesn’t dfine the misunderstood evil villains we love to hate, Their story is so much deeper than their fairy princess counterparts, yet were never told. That’s a damn shame. They aren’t alwasy as wicked as they are made out to be. Well, not all of them. So until the clock strikes midnight and the (other) glass shoe drops, enjoy these not-so-Prince-Charming book boyfriends in the modern series, #OnceWicked
Absolutely wicked! Alluring, tantalizing, haunting, twisted, dark…and the list goes on and on! There are not many books that leave me speechless after the prologue, during the story, AND the ending. But wow! Sarah J Pepper did it! So here I sit trying to figure out how to tell you that you HAVE TO READ THIS without giving anything away. Well, there you go. YOU HAVE TO READ THIS!
This is the story of Rumplestiltskin (goes by Stilts) who finds his love but only to make her the monster that he is. It’s not the fairytale we grew up with, but so much more. It is set to present day but we encounter many different fairytale characters that have been updated…a bit to say the least. Stilts is a demon and when he turns his love, Piper, into a demon like himself he finds that he is trying to preserve her innocence. He doesn’t want her to regret this decision by turning into a killer. In doing this he puts her into hiding and tells a teeny white lie to spare her the guilt. She is being protectd by Hans and El, brother and sister witches, who are also one of Stilts’ enemies. Naturally they all hate each other but a connection comes about in an unusual way. Not like a friendship but more of an understanding. Piper ultimately finds out about the lie but what happens next is nothing like what you’d expect. The connection that Stilts and Piper have is INTENSE (like the rest of the story). It’s a continual struggle of love and hate, right and wrong. Questionable motives and manipulation opens this story to all types of interpretations. Who is really the villain???
“So the idea of Prince Charming rescuing me from my jacked-up life was hysterical . But that was exactly what had happened; except my Prince Charming was a bad boy with a demonic complexion. Declan Stilts— alias Declan Rumpelstiltskin— was the kind of guy prissy girls had nightmares about.”
“The ugly stepchild of hate was love. That four-letter word had this incredibly unique way of luring a person in, getting them to put their guard down , and striking when they were most vulnerable. Love was what lowered my defenses. Love smacked me with the stupid stick. Love made me weak. Love got me killed. Love turned me into a killer. I didn’t know what love had in store for me, but I didn’t want to find out.”
“F***ing fairy tales were written about do-gooders who had made simplistic, popular choices. Those of us who had made choices at great costs were labeled as villains .”
I have so many quotes that I can keep adding. There is something for everyone in this story. INTENSE, INTENSE, INTENSE! Everyone has their story to tell and this is about Rumplestiltskin and the Pied Piper. Reader beware: The ending will grab your heart and twist it. The cliffhanger is dangerous! Love this new series!!!
“Every fairy tale has a happy ending, but I was no Prince Charming. However, sometimes the bad guys have the greatest romance to tell.” Absolutely true!!!!!!
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Sarah J. Pepper specializes in dark, paranormal romance – think “happy ever after” but with a twisted, dark chocolate center. Real-life romance isn’t only filled with hugs, kisses, bunnies, and rainbows. True-love can be more thoroughly described in times of darkness and tribulation. It’s in those harsh moments where you see what a person is truly capable of – both the good and bad. Sometimes prince-charming isn’t always on time, and the glass slipper is a little snug. However, it doesn’t mean Charming is not Mr. Right, and who says every shoe is the perfect fit? Get a glimpse inside her head at www.sarahjpepper.com
When the worst case scenario befalls the Vagabond Circus, Zuma knows she must ensure it doesn’t fall to doom. Titus’s job is to guarantee the show goes on, while the acrobats seek to avenge and rescue. Jack has no idea that he’s about to levitate himself into a deadly situation, and only Zuma and Finley can save him from a threat unlike what most have ever encountered. In this second whimsical and dark installment of the Vagabond Circus tale, the reader learns just how the ringmaster, Dr. Dave Raydon, rescued everyone in his troupe and also brought love and treasures into their lives. The unveiling of this history only brings more mystery as the true enemy to Vagabond Circus is unveiled. Charles Knight isn’t an evil man with a deadly agenda. He’s the worst kind of human being and he won’t stop until he’s ruined everyone and everything that the ringmaster loves. Paralyzed is an episodic ride that unravels the pieces of this fantasy circus one act at a time.
Oh. My. Gods. The circus is still in town! This is a one of a kind sequel with the perfect tragedy, mysterious villain, that is full of fragile moments of love, sacrifice, and pain, but with the most perfect ending that left me absolutely speechless. There were many moments that made me laugh, kept me on edge, and twisted my heart. Sarah Noffke writes tragedy so good it hurts. By the time the story gets to the end I was so twisted inside…and then left with my mouth hanging wide open! I sat here thinking “What did you do to me?” and while I sat contemplating the hate mail that I wanted to send to the author for another jaw dropping cliffhanger…I took a deep breathe and decided that I will wait (im)patiently for Released to come out because, in true Sarah Noffke fashion, the ending will blow you away!
While the Vagabond Circus is trying to grieve the death of the beloved ringmaster, Finley and Zuma chase after Jack who is going to Knight’s compound to try and avenge the ringmaster’s death. Zuma is extremely upset with Finley and is really trying to punish him. The constant banter between Finley and Zuma in the car ride and seeing them breaking down each others walls was the best. We are introduced to Zuma’s family and Jack’s family. Both are very different and incredible in very different ways. But the story, the story is so much more. It revolves around the entire circus. We get to see snippets about how the ringmaster’s death affect everyone. The tightrope is unraveling and people are feeling helpless everywhere. And so many secrets! Then Boom! THE END! And that’s when I became speechless.
“But what Zuma always discounted was that life didn’t continuously unfold in logical ways. Dave often reminded her of that. Life is full of magic and if you try and explain it all then you lose the opportunity for bewilderment, which is a beautiful thing, he often told her.”
“Zuma reasoned that it was only because in her purest of hearts she had to admit that loving Finley was completely and absolutely unavoidable. She hadn’t forgiven Finley and didn’t know when that would happen, but even after everything she knew she loved him. Loved him with something so pure that it couldn’t be stopped. She’d tried to stop herself from loving him, but it was like changing the rotation of the Earth or snuffing out stars with a single thought. It just couldn’t be done. Such things were the natural order of life. Predators hunt prey. Night precedes morning. Zuma loves Finley.”
“Today we remember the man who brought magic back to this world by lighting a spark in all of you. You are all his legacy. You are the magic of Vagabond Circus.”
I. Can. Not. Wait. For. Released.
Incredible series that is sure to suck you in like gravity. Be prepared to be mesmerized!
Ok, you read the review…what are you waiting for? Go get this book!
Sarah Noffke writes YA & NA sci-fi, fantasy and dystopian. She is the author of the Lucidites, Reverians, Ren, and Vagabond Circus series. She’s been everything from a corporate manager to a hippie. Her taste for adventure has taken her all over the world. If you can’t find her at the gym, then she’s probably at the frozen yogurt shop. If you can’t find her there then she probably doesn’t want to be found. She is a self-proclaimed hermit, with spontaneous urges to socialize during full moons and when Mercury is in retrograde. Sarah lives in Central California with her family.
Hauntingly, elegant, witty, emotional feelcoaster! The Halfway Witchy series is anything but halfway. Get ready for a wild ride. The circus comes to town! But not just any circus…a circus with secrets. Carlie is the resident witch that has a natural affinity to help others. She is currently with a half vampire half human, Wulfric, and dealing with his “baby-mama” who is a shifter. But this is just the beginning of the craziness that is about to unleash itself on Halfway. There are dead bodies showing up and circus clowns with acts that just don’t belong. There are many secrets and twists around every corner. As I read this story I came up with so many different endings in my head. Who exactly are the villains and the huge question, why? But as I am learng about this author, nothing is as it seems.
“There was an event just over the horizon, and the weird circus, dead girl, and roaming undead were woven tightly in a means that I couldn’t see —yet. Alex would help me unravel all of this unsavory activity that left my teeth humming with magical energy.”
“Problem was such a vague, ugly term. It could mean almost anything; none of which was good, unless it was referring to having three waffles and two hands, but that’s why we stack them. See? I solve problems.”
“We live three lives, you know. The one we are born to, the one we wish for, and that which we are left with when our dreams fade as shadows at dawn.”
“Witches don’t like being kept in the dark. We’re magickers, not mushrooms, and I resolved to find out who was spreading death on my lands.”
There is never a moment left without something going on. Carlie is absolutely hilarious and all the characters around her add to the charisma that she carries. She is an amazing main character and the author has molded her, and the others, in the most perfect way. The story is vivid, easy to follow, and so fun to get sucked into. Bravo! Now I am (im)patiently waiting for the next in this witchy series!