New York Times bestselling author Joanna Wylde returns to the “wild and raw”* world of the Reapers MC with the story of Gage and Tinker…

The club comes first.

I’ve lived by those words my whole life—assumed I’d die by them, too, and I never had a problem with that. My Reaper brothers took my back and I took theirs and it was enough. Then I met her. Tinker Garrett. She’s beautiful, she’s loyal, and she works so damned hard it scares me sometimes . . . She deserves a good man—one better than me. I can’t take her yet because the club still needs me. There’s another woman, another job, another fight just ahead.

Now she’ll learn I’ve been lying to her all along. None of it’s real. Not my name, not my job, not even the clothes I wear. She thinks I’m nice. She pretends we’re just friends, that I’ve still got a soul . . . Mine’s been dead for years. Now I’m on fire for this woman, and a man can only burn for so long before he destroys everything around him.

I’m coming for you, Tinker.

Soon.

Tinker

It was almost seven that evening when I felt the AC kick back on. I’d been lying on my back on the (relatively) cool tile floor behind the counter, staring up at the pressed-tin ceiling and trying to remember why I hadn’t already moved back to Seattle.

In Seattle it rained.

Cool breezes blew off the bay and the lush greenery covered everything with its shaded canopy. People didn’t really need air-conditioning, but if they happened to have it and it broke, there were lots of repair men available.

Of course, Seattle also had Brandon. Not only that, my dad didn’t want to move, and I’d come to realize I couldn’t leave him here alone. It wasn’t safe for him, not since Mom died.

Ugh.

At least the AC was working again, blowing down from the ceiling vent across my sweaty body, reminding me that while the world might not be crawling with perfect men, at least there were still a few useful ones running around. Cooper Romero was a keeper, and it had nothing to do with how sexy he was . . . although the fact that he was sex on a stick—make that sex with a stick—didn’t exactly diminish his appeal.

When I’d dragged him up to the black tar roof to show him the ancient AC, I’d expected him to make a run for it. Any sensible man would. Instead, he’d spent the whole afternoon busting his ass to save my chocolates—Oh God, I wish that were code for something more exciting—officially qualifying him as a superhero in my book.

As for me, there wasn’t much I could do once I got all the sweets safely downstairs into the basement. There weren’t any customers walking in off the street, and seeing as I couldn’t make or ship candy in a 102-degree shop, I’d alternated between attempting to read a book, looking over orders I couldn’t fulfill on my laptop, and bringing Cooper glasses of iced tea. I’d been nervous around him at first, but you can only stay nervous for so long when you’re sweating like a pig—there’s a certain freedom in knowing you look like hell and there’s no saving your hair. I’d thrown my arm across my eyes in a pathetic attempt to block out reality toward the end.

When cold air started flowing into the room, I could’ve cried with relief. He’d never had a chance to fill out the application form, and I’d long since decided it didn’t matter. Unless he was an ax murderer, I’d give him the apartment and the job.

Might give it to him even if he was, to be honest.

“It’s working again,” Cooper announced, and I jerked, startled. Shit, had I fallen asleep? Opening my eyes, I looked up to find him standing over me. Dear God in heaven—that was one hell of a bare chest.

Holy. Shit.

I’d taken note of his build when he first walked in the shop, but everything under his shirt had been theoretical. Now there was six-foot-plus of raw sex appeal right there, all sweaty and sculpted and . . . well, let’s just say I’d be stopping off on the way home to pick up some fresh batteries.

That’s when the situation hit me—Cooper Romero was the hottest man I’d met in forever, and he’d just found me lying on the floor in my own sweat and filth like a dog. Typical luck. I scrambled to my feet, pretending I wasn’t totally embarrassed (I was) and not in the least bit freaked out by how unspeakably attractive this guy was. Okay, “attractive” wasn’t quite the right word, because it implied a certain level of polish and class that just didn’t fit Cooper at all.

Brandon was attractive.

Cooper?

I’d lick him all over and massage his butt if he asked. He stared down at me, his eyes carefully blank, making it very clear he wasn’t asking. Story of my fucking life. Sitting up, I pushed myself to my feet without bothering to dust off. Lost cause at this point.

“Not sure how much life the AC has left,” he said slowly. “I managed to get it going, but fixing it right would cost more than it’s worth and then some.”

Of course it would.

“I just need to get through the summer,” I told him, wiping a finger under my eye. My perfectly applied, vintage-style makeup had melted, leaving me with a clown face. Fortunately I’d (mostly) given up on caring three hours ago, right around the time I’d discovered the floor tiles were cooler than the rest of the room. “After that, I’ll worry about the furnace and by next summer I might not even be here anymore.”

“Really?” he asked, cocking a brow. “You selling out?”

“Not sure,” I told him. “I’m not thinking that far ahead right now. Things are very iffy with my dad . . . I think he’s got some—”

No. I couldn’t say it. Saying it out loud made it too real, plus the last thing I needed were a bunch of rumors flying around town. So far we’d kept dad’s situation mostly to family and friends.

“Tinker?”

Shaking myself, I smiled at him. “Thank you so much for fixing that. I’m not even sure what I would’ve done—I can’t afford to miss a week’s worth of orders. Not only would it put me behind, it would burn my customers.”

He nodded, studying me thoughtfully. God, he really was beautiful . . . Nothing like Brandon’s polished sophistication. No, Cooper gave off more of a warrior-tossing-you-over-his-fearless-steed kind of vibe. Yeah, like that would end well, because my track record with men was so fucking perfect, right?

Pull your head out of the gutter. He probably has a girlfriend.

At least I could finally lock up this hellhole of a shop and get a shower.

“Thank you so much—you have no idea how much I appreciate it.”

“No, but the whole throwing yourself at my feet thing was a subtle hint,” he said, and I realized he was teasing me. Was he flirting? I couldn’t decide if that kicked ass or scared the shit out of me.

“Anyway, it’s getting late,” I told him, feeling suddenly awkward. “I’m going to grab some dinner down the street, and then I could take you over and show you the apartment.”

A small, knowing smile crossed his face, and I realized he thought I was hitting on him.

“No,” I said quickly, mortified. “I wasn’t asking you out. Omigod, this is weird.”

“What, you aren’t turned on by a man who smells like old socks?” he asked lightly, raising his arm and giving a sniff. He was joking, but the sweat wasn’t a turnoff. Nope. Not even a little bit. “If that’s not enough for you, the roof tar on my ass should be a big attraction.”

Closing my eyes, I bit back a groan. He started laughing. Not in a cruel way, but companionably, which I guess made sense because both of us were disgusting as hell. Of course, now I wanted to check out his ass, but I managed to keep my eyes on target (mostly) when I answered him.

“Well, it’s sexy but I’ll manage to control myself somehow. I do want to grab dinner, though, and we need to figure out the apartment details.”

“I’ll take the place, doesn’t matter what it is,” he replied. “I’m in a hotel and it’s getting old. I’d love to move in on Sunday, but I can’t go look at it right now—gotta get my ass cleaned up. Meeting up with someone later.”

Of course he was, because men who looked like Cooper didn’t spend Friday nights alone.

“Sounds great,” I told him, refusing to show any disappointment. “Just text me when you’re ready, and I’ll get you the key.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but a sudden pounding against the locked shop door caught us both off guard. I spun around to find Talia Jackson glaring at me through the glass. Talia and three of her skankier friends, including Sadie Baxter, a girl I used to babysit when I was in college.

A girl who was now twenty.

Damn.

“Cooper!” Talia shouted. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I glanced at my new handyman, startled. Talia Jackson and her brother, Marsh, were two of the nastiest people I’d ever met. Marsh was president of the local motorcycle gang, a group called the Nighthawk Raiders motorcycle club. The club had been around most of my life, but it was only in recent years that they’d turned really bad. I mean, they were never the kinder, gentler sort of bikers, but I’d never been actively afraid when I’d heard a motorcycle, either.

Now? Let’s just say we’d all gotten a little edgy.

“That’s my girl,” Cooper said, and something deep down inside of me died a little. Of course he’d go for someone like Talia. She might have the heart of a deranged circus clown—you know, the kind that survives by eating the souls of innocent children—but she was hot.

Really hot.

Not only that, she was slutty, and while I wasn’t into the whole slut-shaming thing (like I had room to judge after the bachelorette party debacle . . . ugh), I wasn’t naive enough to think he was attracted to her personality. Cooper Romero might have a sweet smile, and he’d fixed my AC, but now I had proof positive that he’d never be into a girl like me.

Specifically, a grown-up with curves.

All righty, then. Probably for the best anyway.

“Just a sec!” I called to her, determined to take the high road, then I grabbed my keys so I could open the door. She pushed inside with her posse, and I do mean pushed. Little bitch shoved me so hard I nearly knocked over the display of antique Russian teacups my mother had lovingly collected. (So far as I knew, she’d never sold a single one of them, but it’d made her happy.)

“Careful,” I warned, and Talia turned on me.

“What did you just say to me?”

“Babe, let’s talk,” Cooper said, catching her arm and pulling her into his body. She squealed, going from aggressive to flirty in an instant.

“You’re all sweaty. It’s sooo disgusting.”

I noted she wasn’t trying to get away. Cooper smiled down at her, a hint of something feral in his eyes. Yeah, okay—whatever smile he’d been giving me, it hadn’t held any of that kind of intensity.

Yours truly was officially chopped liver.

“I was just about to head out and grab a shower,” he told her. “Wanna come with me?”

She pouted. “I can’t. The girls and I need to get fixed up. I’ll see you at the bar, though, right?”

He looked down at her, offering a sexy, indulgent smile. “Can’t wait.”

“Perfect,” she said, reaching around to grab his ass for a quick squeeze. Then she turned and strutted back out without a word to me, her gaggle of girls following like well-trained geese. Sadie gave a little finger wave on the way. The door closed behind them with a cheerful little jingle, and I wondered why the hell I even bothered with Hallies Falls.

I missed Seattle.

So what if it had Brandon? I could drown him in Lake Washington. Problem solved.

“Sorry about that—Talia is a little high-strung,” Cooper said.

“Oh, I know all about her,” I replied, hoping I didn’t sound as catty as I felt. Cooper didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m new to town, but she’s been showing me around,” Cooper continued, stepping over to stand in front of me, hands shoved deep in his front pockets. “I should get going.”

“Of course—don’t let me keep you. What time do you think you’ll be in touch tomorrow?”

“Afternoon work?”

“No problem. Looking forward to hearing from you.”

He nodded and pushed through the door, walking down the street without a second look back. I locked up behind him, wondering why all the hottest guys were douchebags. Not that Cooper had acted like a douche, but he had to be my age or older—late thirties—and Talia was the same age as Sadie. She was also a raging bitch. There was only one reason a man like him would date a girl like that, and it had nothing to do with personality or character.

Cooper Romero might be beautiful, but obviously he was shallow. Suppose it was too much to hope for a man who could fix an air conditioner and have a soul at the same time.

Pity

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Not everything is black and white, cut and dry. I know this is wrong. I know this goes against everything I stand for. I took an oath, a vow of secrecy. But I crave a world I’ve only read about, dreamt about, and yearned for.
So when I’m given the opportunity to explore my darkest desires, I’m torn between a physical need and a professional oath. But once I have a taste of Cain Hamilton, all of my sound judgement is gone. The consequences didn’t matter. I just wanted him. All of him, nothing else mattered.

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This story is a super quick read.  It is about Sierra who has been wanting ot go to the BDSM club owed b Cain.  She finally gives in and strolls into the club.  When she meets Cain she throws allllllll caution to the wind and tells him she wants to go to the cub.  Cain likes what he sees but isn’t sure Sierra is right for the club.

The couple have a few encounters and form an insta-love type of bond.  Cain is super alpha over this woman and is totally confused with this new feeling.  Sierra is confused by her desire and wants to fulfill Cain’s needs But gets bent outta shape by his hot and cold attitude.

The couple are dealing with all of these feelings when a rival male makes a play for Sierra all bets are off for Cain!!

The book is a REALLY quick read and I liked it.  I will look for more books from the author in the future.

Nicole Hart lives in Boyd, Texas with her husband and two kids. She’s a hopeless romantic who believes in Happily Ever After.

Ten seconds can change everything.

I fell in love with him twelve years ago when I was little more than a child. In the blink of an eye, he went from my best friend’s big brother to Tucker – the boy who made my heart beat faster with just a look. But he never saw me as anything more than family and I was forced to let him go.

Years later, all it took was one kiss, ten seconds of his lips pressed against mine, to knock my world off its axis and resurrect every old feeling I had buried so long ago. Now, there’s only one thing that I want and his name is Tucker Harrington.

Something is holding him back. There’s a darkness inside him that sometimes clouds his eyes and erases every piece of the fun, mischievous boy I fell in love with. His secrets haunt him and if he’s not willing to fight, how will we ever survive?

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A.M. Myers currently lives in beautiful Charleston, South Carolina with her husband and their two children. She has been writing since the moment she learned how to and even had a poem published in the sixth grade but the idea of writing an entire book always seemed like a daunting task until this story got stuck in her head and just wouldn’t leave her alone. And now, she can’t imagine ever stopping. A.M. writes gripping romantic suspense novels that will have you on the edge of your seat until the end.
When she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out with her kids or pursuing other artistic ventures, such as photography or painting.

Something’s gotta give…but Codie Snow doesn’t know if it needs to be her non-committal workaholic ex-boyfriend attorney Slade Sheppard or her unsatisfying job as a nursing assistant. Because even though the chemistry with Slade is off-the-charts hot and the job is a necessary evil, she doesn’t know that she wants either.

Enter Pete Olsen, bad ass cop in charge of serving and protecting the town of Dalton, Colorado. Codie goes on a ride-along with Pete and sees the seedy underbelly of her town, witnessing the gamut–from an amusing domestic dispute to a frightening meth lab explosion–and she decides that law enforcement is not for her.

But Pete just might be.

When Codie learns that a supposed suicide Pete investigated on the ride-along is actually a murder, she poses as a religious fanatic in order to gain access to the controlling cult where the dead woman was discovered, hoping to find the truth. But has she instead set herself up to be murdered–and will she uncover the killer before she becomes the next victim?

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I gotta tell ya this book is a bit different yet kinda the same if you are a Jade fan.  Ok how is it different and how it is the same you ask?  Well it’s the same because she writes these characters that you can identify with.  Codie, the main character, at times is similar to other characters she has written and that I loved!!  How it is different?  The vibe of the book is just different.  Yes Codie is feeling two different men and we have seen Jade write his before but they are BOTH so toxic at times you really don’t know who to root for.  I mean Slade is just UGH at times and then he is so damn tooth ache genuine that you wanna fall in to his arms.  Then we have 1^st love Pete who is perfect and then not to perfect and then perfect and then a jackass!!  I mean damn the poor girl.

Codie is dealing with a lot in this novel.  She is really looking at her life after something happens that shakes her to the core of her foundation.  There isn’t a lot of action that we are turning the pages as fast as we can but it is a good slow set up.  We are getting the background we need for the next story, developing the inter characters connections but trust when I say the next one is going to be a doozie!!

When the main story line for book 2 is set in place, we can SEE what is going to happen.  I was loving where Codie was emotionally and with her life.  I am super excited to read more from this story.  I feel like book 1 is a tease for the rest of this series.  I can’t wait to see what happens with the plot PLUS find out which guy is going to be the one for Codie.  But can I say…I freaking loved her roomie/Bestie Matthew.  That man deserves a book….pure comedy he brings to the book along with a giant heart for our girl Codie.

Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in Colorado and has decided she likes it enough to stay forever. Jade’s day job is teaching Creative Writing, but teaching doesn’t stop her from doing a little writing herself.

Unfortunately, there’s no one genre that quite fits her writing. Her work has been labeled romance, erotica, suspense, and women’s fiction, and the latter is probably the safest and closest description. But you’ll see that her writing doesn’t quite fit any of those genres.

You’ll have to discover Jade’s writing for yourself to decide if you like it.

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Title: Sharing Rylee

Author: D. Kelly

Genre: Romantic Erotica/Menage

Release Date: July 12, 2016

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Do happily ever after’s always have to be so traditional?

Rylee Stafford has asked herself this question since she was eighteen years old. Now, at twenty-eight she still doesn’t have an answer. One thing she knows for sure is even if she can have the unconventional relationship she’s always dreamed of, it would never fly with her family. Her sexual proclivities would never be accepted by them or their social circle.

The truth is Rylee is tired of hiding her feelings. Tired of wanting what she can’t have and so tired of feeling abnormal because she wants a different kind of love.

She’s kept her secret well hidden, especially from Nick, her on again off again love affair. Her secret isn’t their only stumbling block, though—Rylee’s also met someone new. His name is Pete and he sets her heart and soul on fire; he’s sexy, smart, possessive, and he wants her. No matter how much she cares for them she can’t bring herself to tell them the truth. The only way to Rylee’s heart is to have a relationship with both men.

It’s only when Rylee takes her annual vacation does she finally realize her happiness is worth more than what anyone thinks of her. Now the only question is: will Rylee’s alternate lifestyle alienate everyone she loves? Or will she be accepted for the person she’s always been deep down inside?

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Excerpt #1

“Nick, I think you should go.”

I feel like she punched me in the gut, but I’m going to take Zack’s lead on this one. He never let Cassidy pull too far away, and I’m not going to let Rylee shut me out now.

Silently, I get dressed. She’s still standing by the bathroom with her arms across her chest. She doesn’t want to get close to me because she doesn’t want to admit her feelings for me.

“Rylee,” I say, walking toward her at a slow pace. She eyes me up and down and presses herself as close to the wall as possible. She’s not getting away from me.

I pull her into my arms and crush my lips to hers. My hand weaves into her sexy, just-fucked hair, and I pull her tightly to my lips. I kiss her with all the passion I’ve had building inside of me for years and she feels it. I know she does because she hasn’t stopped whimpering the entire time her tongue has been dueling with mine. When I finally slow the kiss, she whimpers even more, and when I slowly pull away, her fingers go immediately to her lips as if she’s trying to savor the magic we just shared.

“I’ll go for now, Ry, but not for long. I’m going to check in on you every day, but I’ll give you space and stay away. Don’t take too long because I want you now more than ever, Rylee. I always have and I always will.”

I place a soft kiss to her forehead and leave.

Excerpt #2

My phone rings, and when I see Rylee’s face flash on the screen I pause. It’s almost time to confess my sins and hope she confesses hers, too.

“Are you counting down the minutes?” Her answering laugh has me smiling like a fool.

“I’m excited to see you, yes. I know we’re supposed to meet at five, but Nick needs me to stop by his house for about an hour. Do you mind meeting at six instead?”

I pause intentionally, and Ben shakes his head at me and stifles a laugh. “Don’t let him touch you.”

“I’m sorry, what?” She’s flustered and that’s exactly how I want her.

“You heard me, Rylee. If you’re going to make me wait after I flew in to see you, that can’t be helped. But if you let him put his hands on you before I get my chance, I’m not going to be happy.”

“Feeling possessive?” she fires back.

“Of what’s mine, at least temporarily, hell yeah.”

“I’m yours from six on, Pete, I promise.”

“You’re mine from five on. Nick is borrowing an hour of my time. Remember that.”

“I thought you two made up?” She blows out a frustrated sigh and I want to laugh.

“We did, but I told you when we met I don’t do love triangles. I’ve made an exception for you because we’ve got something, Ry, but once you come back from vacation you’re supposed to have an answer for me. I want your pussy aching from my cock being all you think about while you’re away. My cock, Rylee, not his. See you at six, darlin’.”

Excerpt #3

I love how open and vulnerable she is today. The more she talks, the longer she stays; she can ask me if the sky is blue for all I care. “Anytime, anywhere, ask away.”

Her hand traces down the side of my face and I pull it to my mouth and kiss it tenderly.

“How many times have you been in love? I mean really in love, with your whole heart.”

“Only twice.”

A small gasp falls from her lips “Really? So just me and the love triangle girl?”

“Yes, what about you, Ry?”

“Just you and Pete. I’m so confused. I love him. Well, I’m pretty sure I do, but not like I love you, but not much different, either. Does that even make sense? I swear I’m going crazy.”

“You’re not crazy and believe it or not, it does make sense. You’re falling for him but you’ve loved me longer. It’s natural to love us differently and yet the same.”

“Why aren’t you mad? Isn’t this hard for you?”

“It is… but right now I’m being your friend on the outside. On the inside, I’m feeling a little more like a jealous boyfriend.”

“Is it wrong that the thought of you being a jealous boyfriend really turns me on?”

“Nope, not wrong at all. Too bad you’re not the jealous girlfriend type.” Her eyes narrow into slits and she rolls on top of me.

“Who says I’m not? If I would have walked in here and your fuck buddy from last night would have still been here with her tousled hair and smeared makeup—walking around in her underwear—you would have seen jealous girlfriend come out. I would have taken that bitch down.”

“Bitch? Isn’t that a bit harsh? I mean, you don’t even know her.”

Rylee grinds her pelvis against mine and it breathes life back into my dick. “I don’t want to know who is fucking you, Nick. You may not be mine yet, and I may not have a claim on you… for now at least, but I don’t ever want to see you with someone else.”

“Why?” I ask, pulling her close so her lips are practically touching mine.

“Because it would hurt too much,” she confesses softly, and my lips take hers in a slow, sensual kiss.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Ry. Your happiness is my intent, never your pain.”

AUTHOR BIO

I’m a wife, a mom, and a dog lover. I’m also a taxi, problem fixer, extreme multi-tasker, and my kids’ biggest fan in anything they do. I’m married to my high school sweetheart… how cool is that? Margaritas and sarcasm make me happy. Chocolate makes that happiness grow exponentially. People who make me laugh are my favorite kind of people. I believe Karma is a bitch who slaps back hard and mean people suck. I’m California born and raised, and I love the beach but hate the sand. And, of course, I believe Starbucks makes any day better. I’m the author of The Acceptance Series and Chasing Cassidy with more books soon to come.

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Samantha Paulson, Attorney at Law, finds it hard to concentrate when new client Ryan Craig sits on the other side of her desk. She finds herself immediately drawn to him against her better judgment. She is torn between her career and her feelings for him. If she follows her heart, she could have the night of a lifetime with good-looking, heart-stopping tattooed bad boy Ryan, but she could also end up disbarred. Is he worth it?

Warning: Not for the faint of heart! This book contains explicit language and sex. Proceed with caution.

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Stating his Case by Jade C Jamison

I purchased this book but shhh don’t tell Jade or she will be mad at me for not asking for a review copy.

I was looking through Jade’s list of books for something different to read when I saw this book.  It sounded good so I figured why not.

This book is about Samantha who meets and starts representing a client named Ryan.  She feels a chemistry but thinks it is in her head until she sees him again.  When she asks him out to celebrate a mini-victory, the two combust.

After a night of fun Samantha begins to realize she made a huge mistake because she broke ethics rules and can be disbarred.  The two have words and stop seeing each other.  When Samantha is thinking no one will discover her mistake of judgement, everything comes crashing down.

The story is pretty straight and narrow.  You can kinda of see what is going to happen until the last chapters of the book when we get a little twist thrown in.  I was like WHOOO DIDN’T SEE THAT.

I liked the story and it has an easy flow about it.  If you are  fan of her rockers but want to try something different, give it a try.

Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in Colorado and has decided she likes it enough to stay forever. Jade’s day job is teaching Creative Writing, but teaching doesn’t stop her from doing a little writing herself.

Unfortunately, there’s no one genre that quite fits her writing. Her work has been labeled romance, erotica, suspense, and women’s fiction, and the latter is probably the safest and closest description. But you’ll see that her writing doesn’t quite fit any of those genres.

You’ll have to discover Jade’s writing for yourself to decide if you like it.

Anya Gage has learned that to get anything good in life, you have to work for it. She has no expectations, no dreams.

Then she finds herself at a party where she doesn’t want to be and she meets Knight.

Knight Sebring knows who he is, what he wants and what he likes. And he gets it. But he never expected something as sweet as Anya Gage to wander into his bedroom during a party he did not expect to be having to borrow his phone.

Knight tries to leave Anya to the life she deserves of white picket fences and a man who watches football on Sundays – good, normal and clean. But when Anya comes to his nightclub and finds herself in a situation, he knows someone has to look after her, he can’t fight it anymore and he decides that man will be him.

Knight teaches Anya that, just as with the bad, in life you should also expect the good. And he teaches her this by giving it to her.

But Knight has a dark past and just as he desires Anya for exactly who she is, he fears when she finds out exactly the man he has become and always intends to be, she’ll leave him for good, normal and clean.

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My friend told me that I was missing out and she gifted me a copy of the book to read.

HOLY MOTHER OF HOTNESS!!  Uhm where have I been and why has someone kept the rock on my head for so long.  Knight is hot, alpha, naughty and just yum.

Knight is not a hero but an anti-hero.  I mean the guy is not a white picket fence kinda guy.  I mean he roughed up Anya’s landlord for not taking care of the apartment complex.  They weren’t even dating.  They jst met.  Now he isn’t the creep stalkery alpha’s you read about.  Actually he stayed as far away from her as he could get because she is so pure and he is not pure at all.  However, when she comes to his club and is getting harassed, he is no longer hiding but claiming Anya for own.

Anya is the girl who is beautiful but doesn’t think she is beautiful.  She is super low maintance and is the loyal to the end friend.  When her friend Sandrine (GRRR HATED HER FYI) drops her for “the one” she stumbles into Knights world.  She is whiplashed by his actions but she just kinds goes with it.  When the two start to date, she says no and he was like “well too bad because we are dating”.  I actually liked how he pushed himself into her life and made her realize that she is happier with him and he is too.

Man the stuff they go through is crazy.  I loved how no matter what Knight was honest with Anya.  She may not like what he has to say but he put it out there and never hid anything from her.  Anya was a calming balm to Knight.  She was able to tame him a bit while letting is stay HIM!!

I loved the story and ant wait to read more from the series.

Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA. She nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorise and she hadn’t taken her first breath!).

Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana but has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.

Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multi-generational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland and existed amongst the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).

Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.

And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.

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When all that you love is left behind, you are lost…

Owen is devastated. He was willing to give up everything for Daisy, but she refused. He wants to believe there is a way to bring her back, even if it means getting help from the unlikeliest of sources.

Daisy is numb. She has lost any ability to feel human emotion. Her dreams are her only escape from her dull existence, and even those are fading.

Owen and Daisy are both lost, and only their love for each other will bring them back together.

I received this book from the author for an honest review.

OMG When the last book ended I was devastated.  I have been dying to get back to Daisy and Owen but life has been getting in the way soooo today when I had the chance….I DEVOURED IT.

The book picks up right after Daisy has given up her humanity to save Owen’s wings…sniff sniff…..Owen is lost and a MESS.  I mean his heart is broken.  We all know Owen wears his heart on his sleeve anyway but to not have his heart……sad broken Owen.

Daisy is trying to adjust to having no emotion.  She is trying and yet she can’t stop thinking about Owen.  She even gets annoyed at other Allures annnnd people that shouldn’t be happening…..remember no emotions are allowed.

The allures realize there is a bit of a snag in her transformation as Owen, his sister, dad and uncle…what uncle????  Go looking through the old basement of supernatural beings scriptures to find something to save Daisy.  When we find out about why Daisy isn’t fully transformed it was a cool plot twist.  When we see a supernatural going against the Allures for Daisy and Owens happiness I was giddy but the ending…….I was super excited for more of the series to come……

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*Prequel novella to Lure (The Allure Chronicles #1)*

Never agree to a road trip to New Orleans with your roommate. At least not when your roommate is dragging you along while she reconnects with an ex-boyfriend. Possible consequences of failing to take my advice:

1) Unknowingly going out with a vampire stripper
2) Getting kidnapped by said vampire’s nest mates
3) Falling head over heels for your winged hero

Believe it or not number 3 is the worst one, especially when no one believes you that he exists.

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There’s danger in the beauty…

Two years, six months, and twenty-five days. That’s how long it had been since I’d seen my winged hero— not that I’d been counting. I’d suffered through years of counseling just to convince my friends and family that I wasn’t crazy and knew he didn’t exist.

But he did. And I was done waiting.

Days after college graduation I headed back down to New Orleans to retrace my steps and find Owen again only to find my life was about to get even crazier… thanks to the most beautiful and dangerous of all paranormal creatures, the Allures.

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Alyssa Rose Ivy is the bestselling author of more than twenty-five novels with over half a million books sold worldwide. She loves to weave stories with romance and humor, and she is best known for writing about college boys with wings and skinny dipping. After surviving law school and earning her masters in library science, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.