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Hot Dirty Love by Sibylla Matilde

 

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Title: Hot Dirty Love
Author: Sibylla Matilde
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“If I have learned anything in life, it is that love is dirty and cruel. Love is frail, too easily shattered by lies and betrayal. Real love is a pipe dream, something I never wanted anyway. Or so I thought…”

Baddest of the bad boys, Justin Dorsey is all about the pleasure life can bring. As bassist for the Bangin’ Mofos, he has reaped the rewards of his life on the small stage of the Copperline Bar by night and paid the bills as a college professor by day. He’s kept the two totally separate. Isolated.

Then he finds himself captivated after a night that cannot be undone. He’s suddenly tempted by his sole taboo. A thirst he must not quench. An itch he must not scratch. A craving he simply cannot satisfy.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and Justin’s world crashes down around him. Everything he thought — everything he knew — tells him to stay away.

But the need only grows stronger. The memory only intensifies until it consumes him. That one forbidden touch.

That taste of hot, dirty love.

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Sibylla Matilde grew up in the mountain valleys of Southwest Montana, and grew up exploring the alfalfa fields on the back of a horse. She attended a two-room schoolhouse 1st through 6th grade where she had same teacher the whole time. Beginning at about age 12, Sibylla discovered historical romance, feeding off of work of Jude Devereaux, Lisa Kleypas, and Karen Robards. She loves a book that can make the reader run the gamut of emotions, from the sweet glow of new love to gut-wrenching heartache. She always has stories floating around in her head, living in some fantasyland until she writes them down to free them. She is a true romantic, a bit of a Pollyanna, and a deeply emotional soul.

Music is her emotional trigger. Growing up with a Wagnarian-opera-loving mother, Sibylla grew up with music that digs deep into her soul and pulls out emotion. The soundtrack to her life includes different genres and generations. She looooooooves Thirty Seconds to Mars (rather obsessively, actually) with a little Kings of Leon to mix things up, and pimps them out regularly to all her friends through Spotify. She also enjoys watching Met Opera HD broadcasts at her local movie theater, and hopes (listening Met?) to someday see Diana Damrau reprise her role as Mozart’s Queen of the Night in Die Zauberflöte – The Magic Flute.

Sibylla lives with her husband, Mike, a man who she firmly believes saved her from her self-destructive, hot mess self. He makes her laugh every day, even when things seem to be falling apart around them, and has proved to her that love really can heal a shattered soul. In 20 years, they have never had a fight, but argue regularly with their two teenage kids who have, unfortunately, inherited their father’s quick wit (unfortunate as it is a quick wit that Sibylla, herself, definitely does not possess – there is a reason she is a writer and not a stand-up comedian), and live a quiet life with their two weird little rescued Chiweenies. Wait… teenagers and little yap-dogs? Okay, maybe not so quiet.

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Seth (Damage Control 3) by Jo Raven

 
 
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SETH (Damage Control 3)
 
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Life is a bitch. Keeps screwing me over, and I take blow after blow, sucking it up, giving her the finger. 
Don’t get me wrong: I love women. Especially one woman – Madeline. She’s gorgeous, she’s sexy, she’s goddamn perfect. 
Plus – minor detail – she has a boyfriend already. 
Not that she’d want anything to do with the likes of me. Apprentice tattoo artist, former homeless person, covered in ink, without a penny to my name. 
And sort of cursed. I mean, I’d be lucky to run into a girl, any girl, on my way in and out of hospitals with the way life has been knocking me about lately. 
But I’m not lucky. Never was. Doesn’t look like that’s gonna change any day soon, either. 
Until the day the girl of my dreams literally runs into me. With her car. 
Life hates me, and if this isn’t a clue, then I don’t know what is. 
 
 
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*Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature readers only. Not intended for young readers.* 
 
 
SETH is book 3 in the series Damage Control – a series set in the same world as Inked Brotherhood. The boys of Damage Control were taken in by Zane Madden and Rafe Vestri and offered apprenticeship and work in the tattoo shop Damage Control. 
Next in the Damage Control series: SHANE(Damage Control 4).
 
The moment he’s out of the room, I bury my face in my hands. Stupid to feel so down because Fred wouldn’t kiss me, but it has been a sucky week. I’ve a right to feel low, right? I feel… confused. Sad.
Torn.
I don’t want to leave. Hard to deny my heart beats faster every time I’m near Seth.
Why do I like how strong he is, so much stronger than Fred? I shouldn’t be comparing them. Shouldn’t be thinking that Fred’s shoulders suddenly seem too narrow, his jaw too slender, that he seems too soft compared to the toughness radiating off Seth.
I shouldn’t wonder how Seth kisses, if sweet and slow, or hard and demanding. If he’d have kissed me, pushed me against the wall and held me there, pressed his body to mine if he’d been the one with me at the party.
Doesn’t matter. He wasn’t.
He’s not the one I want. I’m not picturing him in the shower, naked and—
No, I’m not.
Clenching my hands, I get up. I want Fred. I like the fact he’s slender and sweet, that I’m not afraid of him overpowering me, taking me against my will. That he’s so sensitive and careful. The confusion will clear when I’m out of here, far from Seth.
Can’t see my purse. I turn in a circle and spot it on the floor under the low table. I squat down to grab it and notice a crumbled piece of paper. I lift it, straighten it out on the table for Seth to find later.
It’s a photo, and the sight of it stops me as I prepare to stand up and go. The ink has faded to brown and yellow. It’s old and spent a long time folded, the creases so deep they’re about to tear open.
It’s the photo of two women and two boys. The women look like sisters, light-skinned and fair, and the boys look like brothers—dark hair and dark, exotic eyes. I’m pretty sure I know who they are. I smooth my fingertip over a small, smiling face, over familiar broad cheekbones and thick-lashed eyes.
A mother he’d thought dead for—how long? I wonder. How long was she missing? And what happened to him while she was gone? It’s hard to smooth out the wrinkles in the paper. The anger that made him crumble up something he’d obviously kept for a long time, a kind of talisman, a memory, makes my eyes sting.
Before I know it, I’m on my feet and looking for him. Can’t hear the shower running yet. I step into a tiny hallway. The bathroom door is open and I halt before he sees me, my breath hitching.
Whoa.
He’s standing at the sink, a hand on his chest between his hard pecs, head bowed, dark hair hiding his eyes. But God, his back… Broad and muscular, covered in intricate ink—snakes, feathers, ladders, claws, demons—and matching ink on his chest, reflected in the mirror, spreading down his pecs, stretching over his padded shoulders.
A snake, mouth open, fangs dripping. I know this tattoo. It’s the photo I saw hanging inside Damage Control.
He’s so frigging hot my body ignites, my blood burns, thumping heavily in the base of my throat, deep inside my belly, between my legs.
Jesus. This can’t be happening. I should go.
He lifts his head and our gazes meet in the mirror. I’m caught, unable to move, helplessly looking on as his eyes darken to black. His hand, still pressed against his chest, curls into a tight fist. His mouth is beautiful, wide and full, his jaw dark with stubble. I want to touch it, run my fingers against it, let it scrape my skin.
  He turns around before I run and this close up, with his chest bared, his ink revealed, I’m rapidly forgetting my reasons for needing to go. His beauty hits me full-force—extraordinary, fierce, striking.
Crap, crap, crap.
 
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Jesse by Jo Raven

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Returning to Madison hurts. I thought I’d left my past behind, but the past goes on living. I carry it inside of me, it’s a piece of me. People have marked me in indelible ways and I drag the shreds of my soul behind me, trying to put my pieces back together. I’m not the Amber I used to be. I fly under the radar, try to be invisible.

It doesn’t always work. Drawing attention scares me. It always spells trouble. Returning to my home town is a last ditch effort to lay my demons to rest and start anew, for good this time.

Meeting Jesse Lee wasn’t in the plan. Yet here he is with his heart-stopping, sexy grin, handsome like a god, shining bright. He’s full of life, full of heat, packing the energy of a thousand suns in his gaze and muscular body. Jesse burns, and the pain of being near him is sweet.

But he’s foiling my plans. It’s hard to remain a ghost when he’s around. Hard to avoid his attention, to remain invisible. He sees me, really sees me, and behind his bright radiance, I can see shadows from his own past crowding in. He’s swimming hard to stay afloat even as he reaches for me.

What is he afraid of? And how can he save me from drowning when he can’t even save himself?

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“Embers?” He lifts a dark brow, and I try to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth.

Kind of hard with all that muscled, male, inked flesh in full display in front of me. He’s shirtless, and oh God, his nipples are pierced. Silver hoops pass through the small brown nubs, gleaming. His bare chest is sculpted and hard, from his pecs to the cut abs and the fine dark trail of hairs leading into the waistband of his gray jogging pants.

Sweat glistens on his skin, on the colorful ink covering his arm, the swirls and lines dipping from his left shoulder down to a defined pec. A demon is tattooed there, stylized wings and a monstrous head, fading into the purple and blue of other, older-looking tats. And then of course there’s the cobra I noticed on his arm the other day.

“Hey,” I say vaguely, my brain on shut-down. I swallow hard, try again. “What does the cobra stand for?”

Both his brows arch now, eyes wide, their green-blue irises crystalline in the morning light. He glances down at his arm, then back at me. “What?”

“What does the snake stand for?” I wave in his direction, wondering if I should cut my losses, turn about and run away right frigging now. Being antisocial is one thing – seeing it in action is another.

As I’m about to turn and run, one corner of his mouth curls up.

“You’re funny,” he says, and it stops me in my tracks.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are, trust me.” He grins. “How about we start again. Good morning, Embers.”

If flames jump from my cheeks, it won’t surprise me. “Morning.”

“Would you like to come inside?” he says, that sexy grin lingering on his full lips. “There might be coffee.”

“No, thanks.” The need to flee is worse than ever, only I’m caught in his spell and can’t move. He’s staring at me, giving me a lazy, slow once-over, from the top of my head to my toes curling in my sandals.

“What, no pet name for me today?”

Oh God, what am I doing here? “Cut it out, Jesse. Don’t be an ass.”

I expect a witty comeback, but instead something shutters behind his bright eyes, and strangely, I feel guilt wash over me. He rubs a hand over his face and slumps against the doorframe, muscles rolling in his arms.

“This is who I am, Embers,” he drawls, closing his eyes. “What you see is what you get. I told you that you’d get tired of me soon.”

But for the first time, I’m not so sure about that.

 

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Jo Raven writes New Adult contemporary romance. She loves sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of travelling.

 

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Dangerous Love by Casey Clipper

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Title: Dangerous Love

Author: Casey Clipper

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date:March 10, 2015

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From Contemporary Romance Author Casey Clipper comes book 3 of The Love Series.

Warning, book 3 of The Love Series is about bad boy extraordinaire Derk Forester. This novel contains strong/foul language, violence, and sex. After all, he works for the mob. No rainbows or kittens in his story. Possibly a puppy. Oh, and no cliffhangers in this series.

Dangerous Love:

Derk Forester is a man who’s used to getting what he wants when he wants. He takes, conquers, then saunters away in all aspects of his life – work and play. Years embedded deep in the mob and a sour taste for relationships, he has zero desire to find a permanent partner to make a home with. His carefree lifestyle leaves him with a long list of inconsequential, bed-rocking, no-strings-attached women. A daily life he relishes until he meets…her. The one woman who could alter his world. The one woman he can’t get out of his head. The one woman who could bring him to his knees. The one woman who could be used against him.

If it wasn’t for bad luck, Mackenzie Hiland would have no luck at all. A cheating husband, shafted by the courts, no money or home, her life is a dismal list of horrible choices and even worse consequences. After acknowledging she needs to change her decision making skills, Mackenzie can’t help but to be lured in by the dangerous man, who’s taken an interest in her and is blatant in his desire to get her into his bed. Despite the fact she tries to distance herself from Derk, he refuses her rejections. Will Derk become another addition to the long list of regretful decisions she’s made? Could Derk possibly be the man that doesn’t screw her over? Or will Derk be the one choice that finally takes her to a point of no return?

*Dangerous Love is book 3 of The Love Series. Though this is not a cliffhanger series and the novel can be read as a standalone, you might find it more enjoyable to read the entire series.

**Warning: Not suitable for under 18 yrs of age. Contains strong language, violence, and sex.

Novels in The Love Series:

Book 1 – Silent Love

Book 2 – Unexpected Love

Book 3 – Dangerous Love

Book 4 – (final installment) coming soon!

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A few minutes after ten, Derk and Smith sauntered into Cards to find it filled with wall to wall drunks.

“Holy sh*t,” Derk spat.

Mackenzie was on top of the bar with Kayla and two other bartenders doing some sort of dance, gyrating to the pulse of the music. He could have sworn he felt his blood pressure spike. F*&k this shit. It was bad enough she just recovered from a concussion from dancing on that cesspool of a bar, but to be on display like a pole dancer. Forget it. Not his girl. She needed to find a goddamn secretary job.

Seeing red, he stormed right up to the bar, shoved drunk bastards out of his way, until he stood below her. It only took a moment for her to catch his eye. A flash of fear lit those beautiful blues. Luckily for her and everyone else nearby, it was the end of the number. She jumped off the bar to a round of applause and went right back to pouring drafts. Conveniently out of arm’s reach. When she approached him, he reached across the bar and yanked her close.

“I don’t like it,” he growled. Eyes narrowed, he studied her as she nervously bit her lip. The caveman in him wanted to toss her over his shoulder and cart her the f&%k out of the disease infested place. Buuuut, that would more than likely have her screaming, and the only time he ever wanted to hear her shriek was when he was pounding into that tight body.

F&%k. F*&k. F*&k.

How the hell did he deal with this? He wasn’t used to wanting a woman so badly he went all alpha or whatever. It made him feel…exposed, like he was gonna lose his sh@t.

“You realize you don’t have a say in what I do for a living,” she challenged, her voice unsure.

“You really want to get into it with me, Mac? Do you?” he countered, totally turned on by her defiance.

Shrugging, she looked him dead in the eyes. “Do you really want to get into this debate with me?”

She squared her shoulders and straightened her spine, ready for a battle.

Assaulting her mouth, he kissed her hard, his tongue reaching as far back as it would go. He was so f*&king hot for her, he wanted to take her on the dirty-a** wood bar. Apparently, she was just as hot, because she met him stroke for stroke as their tongues danced violently. He dislodged their lip lock. “Mac, you’re mine tonight.”

Her eyes glittered excitedly. “You think?”

“You don’t have a f*&king choice, M. I’m tired of waiting for you. No more.” Derk released his grip on her and reluctantly allowed her to return to her duties. Raking his eyes up and down her fine body, little did she know what she was in for when she clocked out in a couple hours. Waving toward the far end of bar, she let him know where she was stationed for the night. He and Smith muscled their way and not-so-gently escorted two barely twenty-one year old punks off two stools.

Mac quickly slid a beer in front of them, then went about her business. Derk ran a hand through his hair and released a long breath. He picked up his longneck and took a drag, his eyes plastered to Mac. As if she could feel his penetrating gaze upon her, she turned his direction and her cheeks pinked. Snorting, he crooked a finger at her. The minx sauntered over to him and leaned on the bar, teasing him with her perfect breasts.

“You’re coming home with me after work,” he demanded.

Narrowing her eyes, she said, “Are you asking or telling me?”

About to admit that was a direct order, he clamped his mouth shut.

“Will you?” he asked, with only a hint less demand.

She rolled her eyes which caused Smith to chuckle. A rarity for the man.

“You look tired.”

“It’s been a sh*tty day,” he admitted.

Nodding, as if she sensed that, she relented. “Okay.”

“I’ll pick you up,” he said. “Three?”

“No, midnight. I get off early.” She gave him the most awesome wicked smile.

He leaned over into her personal space. “You don’t have to work here, you know.”

Furrowing her brows. “What do you mean?”

“Just saying.” He shrugged.

Sh*t, what the hell was that? Sometimes that brain filter thing shut off on him. Now wasn’t the time to spew stupid crap like she could live with him and he’d take care of her.

Beside him, Smith quietly chuckled, again. He’d kick the bastard if he didn’t think Smith would retaliate with a bullet to his knee cap.

Derk picked up his beer and downed it, tossed some cash on the bar, then stood to leave. Leaning over, he grabbed Mac at the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a blazing goodbye kiss.

When he had enough of her taste to tie him over until later, he stalked out of the place before he opened his mouth and said more crazy, stupid sh*t.

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Rafe Inked Brotherhood 5 by Jo Raven

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His name is Rafaele Vestri, Rafe to his friends.
He’s tall, strong, handsome. Distant. He often comes to the coffee shop where I work, but we don’t talk much. He looks at me, though. Stares at me, his gaze heated, and I can’t help but stare back. I want him, I won’t deny it. I’ve never seen anyone that beautiful, anyone that powerful, in my life.
But he’s growing more withdrawn by the day. Something’s up, and he won’t tell. I know about his past—the murder of his family when he was fifteen. I can imagine how much it must have cost him. So much violence contained in that strong body, waiting to be unleashed. What is he seeking? What is he training so hard for? Why is he looking at me like he’s dying to touch me, but won’t dare?
Even as I try to stop thinking about him, get interested in other boys, I realize I can’t. I’m caught, body and soul, just like that. And I tell myself, Megan, girl… What have you gotten yourself into this time?

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I’m staring at Rafe’s hand. Big, strong, callused. A scar runs from his thumb to the index finger.
He’s looking at me, waiting.
So I lift my hand, place it in his. It fits on his palm, smaller, darker, thinner. He seems as entranced by the contrast as I am. His fingers curl, closing around mine. His lips part, but no sound comes from his mouth, and his gaze remains fixed on our entwined hands, pale lashes hiding the gold of his eyes.
Now I’m the one caught, transfixed. His mouth looks soft, vulnerable, at odds with his strong, angular features and the broad set of his shoulders. The need to touch his face is overwhelming, and I step closer, so close I can sense his scent. Not a cologne, but the deep scent of his skin, like musk and warm metal. I can see the rise and fall of his chest underneath the black Deathmoth T-shirt he’s wearing under his open jacket, see the outline of his strong pecs.
We’re standing so close our breaths mingle, and our bodies touch in places as we shift, feathery brushes that send fire across my skin, into my belly, making me ache. He places his hands on my waist and I grip his thick, sinewy forearms. My stomach drops as if I’m standing at the edge of a precipice, on the edge of a moment that can change everything.
What’s happening? It’s as if in the hollow darkness, the barrier between us is crumbling, the wall he’s set between himself and the world is falling.
His hands tighten on my hipbones and his lashes lift, his gaze moving to my mouth. His breathing is ragged. He tugs me against him, his fingertips digging painfully into my flesh, his arms flexing with barely controlled strength.
His arousal presses into my stomach, hot and thick, caught sideways in his jeans.
My mind fills up with static. Rafe wants me. There’s the solid proof of his desire. The heated gaze I’ve felt so often on me is translated into a physical reaction, and it makes me feel so hot I might burst into flames. He’s so handsome, I can’t help myself. I want to stroke his square jaw, drag my fingertips over the golden stubble on his cheeks, kiss those damnable dimples.

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Jo Raven writes New Adult contemporary romance. She loves sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of travelling.

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Dangerous Love by Casey Clipper

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Title: Dangerous Love

Author: Casey Clipper

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date:March 10, 2015

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From International Amazon Bestselling Contemporary Romance Author comes book 3 of the #1 Bestselling The Love Series in fiction/drama/women authors.

Warning, book 3 of The Love Series is about bad boy extraordinaire Derk Forester. This novel contains strong/foul language, violence, and sex. After all, he works for the mob. No rainbows or kittens in his story. Possibly a puppy. Oh, and no cliffhangers in this series.

Dangerous Love:

Derk Forester is a man who’s used to getting what he wants when he wants. He takes, conquers, then saunters away in all aspects of his life – work and play. Years embedded deep in the mob and a sour taste for relationships, he has zero desire to find a permanent partner to make a home with. His carefree lifestyle leaves him with a long list of inconsequential, bed-rocking, no-strings-attached women. A daily life he relishes until he meets…her. The one woman who could alter his world. The one woman he can’t get out of his head. The one woman who could bring him to his knees. The one woman who could be used against him.

If it wasn’t for bad luck, Mackenzie Hiland would have no luck at all. A cheating husband, shafted by the courts, no money or home, her life is a dismal list of horrible choices and even worse consequences. After acknowledging she needs to change her decision making skills, Mackenzie can’t help but to be lured in by the dangerous man, who’s taken an interest in her and is blatant in his desire to get her into his bed. Despite the fact she tries to distance herself from Derk, he refuses her rejections. Will Derk become another addition to the long list of regretful decisions she’s made? Could Derk possibly be the man that doesn’t screw her over? Or will Derk be the one choice that finally takes her to a point of no return?

*Dangerous Love is book 3 of The Love Series. Though this is not a cliffhanger series and the novel can be read as a standalone, you might find it more enjoyable to read the entire series.

**Warning: Not suitable for under 18 yrs of age. Contains strong language, violence, and sex.

Novels in The Love Series:

Book 1 – Silent Love

Book 2 – Unexpected Love

Book 3 – Dangerous Love

Book 4 – (final installment) coming soon!

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A few minutes after ten, Derk and Smith sauntered into Cards to find it filled with wall to wall drunks.

“Holy sh*t,” Derk spat.

Mackenzie was on top of the bar with Kayla and two other bartenders doing some sort of dance, gyrating to the pulse of the music. He could have sworn he felt his blood pressure spike. F*&k this shit. It was bad enough she just recovered from a concussion from dancing on that cesspool of a bar, but to be on display like a pole dancer. Forget it. Not his girl. She needed to find a goddamn secretary job.

Seeing red, he stormed right up to the bar, shoved drunk bastards out of his way, until he stood below her. It only took a moment for her to catch his eye. A flash of fear lit those beautiful blues. Luckily for her and everyone else nearby, it was the end of the number. She jumped off the bar to a round of applause and went right back to pouring drafts. Conveniently out of arm’s reach. When she approached him, he reached across the bar and yanked her close.

“I don’t like it,” he growled. Eyes narrowed, he studied her as she nervously bit her lip. The caveman in him wanted to toss her over his shoulder and cart her the f&%k out of the disease infested place. Buuuut, that would more than likely have her screaming, and the only time he ever wanted to hear her shriek was when he was pounding into that tight body.

F&%k. F*&k. F*&k.

How the hell did he deal with this? He wasn’t used to wanting a woman so badly he went all alpha or whatever. It made him feel…exposed, like he was gonna lose his sh@t.

“You realize you don’t have a say in what I do for a living,” she challenged, her voice unsure.

“You really want to get into it with me, Mac? Do you?” he countered, totally turned on by her defiance.

Shrugging, she looked him dead in the eyes. “Do you really want to get into this debate with me?”

She squared her shoulders and straightened her spine, ready for a battle.

Assaulting her mouth, he kissed her hard, his tongue reaching as far back as it would go. He was so f*&king hot for her, he wanted to take her on the dirty-a** wood bar. Apparently, she was just as hot, because she met him stroke for stroke as their tongues danced violently. He dislodged their lip lock. “Mac, you’re mine tonight.”

Her eyes glittered excitedly. “You think?”

“You don’t have a f*&king choice, M. I’m tired of waiting for you. No more.” Derk released his grip on her and reluctantly allowed her to return to her duties. Raking his eyes up and down her fine body, little did she know what she was in for when she clocked out in a couple hours. Waving toward the far end of bar, she let him know where she was stationed for the night. He and Smith muscled their way and not-so-gently escorted two barely twenty-one year old punks off two stools.

Mac quickly slid a beer in front of them, then went about her business. Derk ran a hand through his hair and released a long breath. He picked up his longneck and took a drag, his eyes plastered to Mac. As if she could feel his penetrating gaze upon her, she turned his direction and her cheeks pinked. Snorting, he crooked a finger at her. The minx sauntered over to him and leaned on the bar, teasing him with her perfect breasts.

“You’re coming home with me after work,” he demanded.

Narrowing her eyes, she said, “Are you asking or telling me?”

About to admit that was a direct order, he clamped his mouth shut.

“Will you?” he asked, with only a hint less demand.

She rolled her eyes which caused Smith to chuckle. A rarity for the man.

“You look tired.”

“It’s been a sh*tty day,” he admitted.

Nodding, as if she sensed that, she relented. “Okay.”

“I’ll pick you up,” he said. “Three?”

“No, midnight. I get off early.” She gave him the most awesome wicked smile.

He leaned over into her personal space. “You don’t have to work here, you know.”

Furrowing her brows. “What do you mean?”

“Just saying.” He shrugged.

Sh*t, what the hell was that? Sometimes that brain filter thing shut off on him. Now wasn’t the time to spew stupid crap like she could live with him and he’d take care of her.

Beside him, Smith quietly chuckled, again. He’d kick the bastard if he didn’t think Smith would retaliate with a bullet to his knee cap.

Derk picked up his beer and downed it, tossed some cash on the bar, then stood to leave. Leaning over, he grabbed Mac at the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a blazing goodbye kiss.

When he had enough of her taste to tie him over until later, he stalked out of the place before he opened his mouth and said more crazy, stupid sh*t.

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Death comes in Armani. Salvation comes in leather.

Principessa to the Mancuso crime family, Alexandra knows a thing or two about living outside the bounds of the law. Suffocated by the future her father has laid out for her, she makes a choice she can’t take back, changing the entire trajectory of her life.
Thrust into the dark and dangerous world of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club for her own protection, Alex finds herself faced with the last thing she needs right now: the man of her dreams. He’s sex in leather, the devil incarnate, and one hell of a kisser. But he’s also off-limits. Ryan Stone can be her friend, but he’s forbidden to be her lover.

Third-generation Forsaken, Ryan knows nothing other than life on two wheels, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He enjoys the many privileges that come with the patch, and the only laws he recognizes are the ones set-forth by his club. That is, until who he wants more than anything isn’t allowed on the back of his bike —or in his bed. Balancing his desire for her body, and need to keep her safe, Ryan tries to keep Alex at a distance. Finally having made a choice for herself, she’s done hearing the word “no” and will push boundaries even Ryan himself doesn’t dare cross.

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Thrash (Bayonet Scars Book 2)

Loneliness suffocates the heart. Acceptance breaks down walls.

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The violence and turmoil are at an all-time high, and Forsaken is in a vulnerable place when a twist of fate breathes new life into the club. It’s a much-needed beacon of hope for the embattled biker family, even if everyone’s not exactly on board. With Duke and Nic’s relationship already on shaky ground, and something even more important at stake, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club will fight like hell to keep their family together and whole.

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Rev (Bayonet Scars Book 3)

Everyone belongs somewhere. Even the misfits.

With the looming threat from the Mancuso Crime Family, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club is preparing for a war that could destroy them. Grady, the club’s Sergeant-at-Arms, knows that love makes you weak, and he has zero interest in adding to his liabilities– especially now. He’s already got his teenage daughter who keeps him on his toes and a beef within the club that could fracture his relationship with a fellow brother for good.

For Holly Mercer, her life is finally getting on track and the last thing she wants is trouble from her hometown’s resident outlaws. Keeping her nose clean is easier said than done, when suddenly she finds herself embroiled in club business. Holly might like the idea of being with a real-life bad boy, but even being in the same room with tough-as-nails Grady flusters her.

When Holly inadvertently finds herself on Mancuso’s radar, she has two choices: trust that Grady will protect her, or continue to refuse the club’s help. Both roads are dangerous, but only one has the chance to damage her beyond repair.

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Beautiful Outlaw by Emily Minton

Synopsis
After the last fourteen years of
surviving as a walking, talking, living doll, Laura feels dead inside.
 
She has sacrificed everything for
her family, marrying a man she could never love. Her husband doesn’t beat her,
doesn’t berate her. He transforms her, forcing her to live as a stand-in for
his long dead wife. She stays silent as piece after piece of herself
disappears, willing to do anything to protect the people she loves.
 
When his demands go too far, she
finally tells her brother the ugly truth.
 
Wanting to protect her without
putting the rest of their family at risk, he sends her to the one place he
knows she’ll be safe. He places her into the hands of his best friend, Vice
President of the Savage Outlaws MC.
 
Once again, she is transformed into
someone new; Shay.
 
Bowie has spent many nights
dreaming about his best friend’s little sister. The reality is so much sweeter
than his dreams. He wants to be more for Shay, needs to protect her, but he’s
not sure if he knows how.
 

Can an Outlaw show her how
beautiful life should be?
 


Excerpt
I push Shay in front of my body. She tries to pull away, but I tighten my grip and lean down to whisper in her ear.  “Don’t move.”
My voice has her shaking; her fear is so strong that I swear I can taste it, but this shit has to be done.  Putting my hand under her chin and lifting her eyes to the crowd.  I run my other hand up to cup her breast, making sure the boys get my point, as I start to talk.  “Take a good look, brothers.  This here is mine.  If I even hear of one of you laying a finger on her, I will fuckin’ kill you.”
A few hoots and hollers fill the room, but I ignore them. I look around, just to be sure everyone understands.  “I claim her as my property.  She’s my Old Lady. Stay the fuck away from her.”
With that, I lower my hand from her face and place it on her arm.  I pull her along as I make my way to my room.  As soon as I step inside, I slam the door.  Looking down at her, I lay out the rules.  “Never fight me in front of those boys, and I mean fuckin’ ever.  If you don’t like what I do, tell me when we’re alone.  Throw all the sass you want behind closed doors, but never show anything but complete respect in front of them.”
Her face is hard.  Instead of the tears I expected to see, her eyes are burning with anger.  “So, I can say whatever I want right now?”
Her voice comes out in a hiss, as she crosses her arms.  Every inch of her is vibrating with fury, and she looks hot as hell.  I nod, trying not to crack a smile.   “Yeah, any fuckin’ thing you want.”
She lifts a hand, point a finger at my chest.  “Next time you decide to treat me like a piece of meat, give me a little warning.  Tell me you’re about to parade me in front of a bunch of bikers and let them look their fill.  Don’t scare the hell out of me like that.”
“Is that all?” I ask, still working to keep my laughter in check. 
She moves forward, her finger now poking me.  “I’ll treat you with respect, but you are going to do the same for me.  I’ll play your little lap dog in front of your friends, but you better not do something like that to me ever again.  If you do, I’ll be out of here and back at Nina’s before you can even blink an eye.”
The humor of the moment dies a fast death, and I reach down and grab her.  Walking her back to the bed, I push her down and climb over her.  As I cage her body below mine, I start to speak.  “Never fuckin’ threaten me again.  You’re not going to Nina’s or any damn where else.  You’re mine, and you better never forget it.”

 

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I have been turned on to MC books! I was taken in by this story from the moment I started reading. My Kindle went with me everywhere; including into the kitchen while making dinner. I could not put it down!!! There were moments where my heart was racing and I couldn’t read fast enough; I was anxious to find out what was going to happen next.  Thank you Emily Minton, you have made me an MC reader! I just downloaded your other books. I can’t get enough.

Laura (Gwendolyn) had sacrificed her life to help her parents, specifically her ill mom. Until she reached the breaking point and she reaches out to her brother for help.  Although they were once close, due to her situation (it was one messed up situation) the relationship with her brother was nonexistent. After she opens up and lets him in on the reality of her life, he does not hesitate to help her. He reaches out to his best friend Bowie, VP of Savage Outlaws MC.

She becomes Shay. The story takes us through her transition to become herself again. At first Bowie is distant, but soon discovers he wants her. I love how he decides to make Shay his woman and “f*ck the consequences”. He is commanding and takes what he wants. He has the most beautiful dirty mouth!  But, he has a good heart and a soft spot when it comes to family and friends. There were moments of angst that had me biting my nails. The climax just about blew me off!

I don’t like to go into too many details or a full recount of the story. I want others to read it and enjoy it without any spoilers. I’ve revealed enough to let those that read this review know that it’s a f*ck*ng GOOD story. Read it and you will love it!

     
      
 
Author Bio
USA Today Best Selling Author,
Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. She claims she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue!
Emily loves to read, and this love of the written word led to her writing
career.


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The Duality Principle

I just finished reading this book and it's a definite MUST READ!! It is light, fun and with a bit of steam!

The Duality Principle

Sometimes A + B = O. Yes. Oh, yes. Just like that.

Gabriella Evans’s life exists in terms of logic and definitions. She’s holed up in Portland, Maine, for the summer to work on her PhD thesis, but something is screwing up her concentration: the rumble of a motorcycle every time the embodiment of her rough-and-tumble fantasies rides down her street.

When her best friend talks her into a blind date, she finds herself out with the opposite of her fantasy. He’s polite and well-mannered, yet something behind his crisply tailored shirt doesn’t add up—a rebellious gleam in his eye that piques her curiosity.

Orphaned at fifteen, Connor Starks has finally put the years of failing grades, breaking laws and breaking hearts behind him. The only holdover? His penchant for getting down and dirty in public places. But Gabriella makes him want to prove he’s become a better man.

Nothing intrigues Gabriella more than a problem she can’t solve. But the more Connor tries to bury his past, the more determined she is to uncover it. And what she finds makes all her trusty logic begin to fail her…

Warning: This book contains a summer romance, dirty talk, dockside kissing, motorcycles and tattoos. Features a rebellious nerdy girl with an appetite for outdoor sex and light spanking, and a bad boy who’s turned good…or at least he’s trying.

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I loved and enjoyed this book; it’s a fun, sexy read. I finished reading it last night and I’ve gone back several times to read different sections that I totally love! It is one of those books that you keep thinking about after you read it and the scenes play out in your head, bringing a smile to your lips.

Gabriella Evans is smart, blond, nerdy, logical and pretty. She is attending M.I.T. working on her PhD in mathematics. But, there is a side of Gabriella that nobody seems to know or understand. She keeps this side hidden and bottled up. She wants to explore and bring out her naughty side, the rebel with a piercing, a tattoo, and lusting after a bad boy on a motorcycle. Her hidden side wants wild sex, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling; and to have fun in a public place. She hasn’t been able to find a man that can enjoy or bring out her hidden side; a man that can make her lose control.

Connor Starks is tall, brown hair, blue eyes; with curly chin length hair. This bad boy is trying hard to be good. He wants his past to stay in the past. He feels he needs to hide his bad boy side. After meeting Gabriella, he feels that the only way he can be with her is by being a good guy, a gentleman.

This is a beautiful story of 2 people trying to be true to themselves, but end up hiding for fear of rejection. Sometimes others see us for who we are; better than we see ourselves. Gabriella’s friend, Jamie, sets her up with Connor. As you read the story you will find out why. Connor’s grandmother lets him know it’s OK to be yourself, especially with the right person. Rebecca Grace Allen does a fantastic job writing this story; it engages you from the beginning. I loved all the characters and I definitely loved the Principle of Duality, the naughty and nice! I would love to read more of Gabby and Connor.

I was provided with an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

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Spanked by the Bad Boy
Bad Boy Fever Series
London Saint James
Decadent Publishing
Cover Art by Mina Carter
57 pgs, 49k words
Contemporary Erotic
Romance (Spanking),
Suspense, Thriller, Heat
level 5
As the
personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver,
Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on
ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when
the owner of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after
their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting
impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub
Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her
sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging
to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.
Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will
Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to
haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?

 

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Excerpt:
“Straddle me, sugar,” he said in a sandpaper
voice, all grit.
Willing to go where she knew she shouldn’t
tread, she did what he asked, throwing
one
leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather cushion on either side of his
denim
clad
thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down farther, where he stopped. His
fingertips
touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he stroked the front of her thighs,
undoing
her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs. Her sex pulsed.
He inched her skirt up, working until the fabric
bunched around her waist. When cool
air
struck the back of her thighs, one side of his mouth quirked up. He appeared
pleased
with
himself for exposing her panties.
“I’ll give you exactly what you crave,” he said
and ripped the thong from her body.
Tiffany sucked in a breath. He threw the
tattered silk to the floor with his right hand
while
flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of his left. “Nice adornment.” He
tugged on
her
piercing, giving her the right amount of pressure. “But you need me to scratch
your
itch,
don’t you, baby?”
She’d come too far to lie about what she needed
now. Nodding, she whispered,
“Harder.”
He chuckled, and the sound was a flashpoint of
sensation added to the slow stroke of
the
fingers he’d slipped between her crease.
She leaned forward, hand resting on the top of
the sofa by his head, and kissed him.
While
their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his other hand going to her hair where he
tugged
the clip, releasing the long strands. They tumbled down her back in time with
his
palm
curling around the base of her neck, claiming her.
Oh, she liked the way he took possession.
Everything feminine inside her needed the
pure
maleness of him.
Tiffany nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling scant
inches from his mouth. “You make me
burn,”
she admitted.
“The feeling is mutual,” he said and plunged a
finger inside of her.
“Ahh, yeah,” she uttered her approval.
He shoved his finger deeper. “You’re so wet.”
“Yes.”
Her hand went to his bulging crotch. She
squeezed him through his jeans. He
groaned.
With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his fly, freeing his thick cock from the
denim.
When the heavy head rested in her palm, she smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d
known
from past experience he’d be commando.
Wrapping her fingers around the base of his
superb erection, she began to pump him.
“Good?”
“Hell, yes,” he said and fingered her in
earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed
hard
against her clitoris, sending heated spikes of sensation through her body.
She moaned, spreading the silken pre-cum leaking
from him with her fingertip and
licking
her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put her lips over the crown. Skim her
mouth
along his shaft. Take him down the back of her throat. She swallowed, knowing
the
feeling when she took him inside her pussy would be even better. She needed to
experience
her sex stretched over the head of his dick again. The fiery invasion. The
awareness
of being totally filled when he pressed into her tight channel.
Her chest heaving, she mumbled, “Condom.”
“Sorry, sugar. We’ll have to settle for this,”
he said. Declan removed his fingers from
her
body and tugged her hips down on him before he placed his steel between her
feminine
folds. “Slide your sweetness along the length of my cock.”
Oh, God. She was so slick, she easily
made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing
against his.
In the next instant, he splayed his large hands
across her ass, pulling her against him
even
tighter. This was good, sex without penetration, something she’d never done
before,
and the delicious sensation had her nipples pebbled hard against the material
of
her
bra, but when he flicked out his tongue, everything got better. She moaned and
gave
him
access to her neck, where he wasted no time and tickled the hollow of her
throat
before
he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth. She shivered.
“There you go.” The vibration of his deep voice
sent a wave of pleasure across the
canvas
of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered for his touch. He slapped her
ass.
She jumped and lost her rhythm—taken aback.
“Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t
have
time to consider if she liked the swat or not. He spanked her again. “Move your
fine
ass.”
She complied, sliding herself up and down. He
slapped her ass once more, but this
time
the sensation sent a buzz to her already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading
across
her
caught— a wildfire.
“Again,” she uttered in a breathy voice.
“Like that, do you?”
God help her, she did.
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London
Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met
the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky
Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who
thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author,
London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that
big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring
characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
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