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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.


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.

Spanked by the Bad Boy



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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“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
leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather cushion on either side of his
thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down farther, where he stopped. His
touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he stroked the front of her thighs,
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
struck the back of her thighs, one side of his mouth quirked up. He appeared
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
flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of his left. “Nice adornment.” He
tugged on
piercing, giving her the right amount of pressure. “But you need me to scratch
don’t you, baby?”
She’d come too far to lie about what she needed
now. Nodding, she whispered,
He chuckled, and the sound was a flashpoint of
sensation added to the slow stroke of
fingers he’d slipped between her crease.
She leaned forward, hand resting on the top of
the sofa by his head, and kissed him.
their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his other hand going to her hair where he
the clip, releasing the long strands. They tumbled down her back in time with
curling around the base of her neck, claiming her.
Oh, she liked the way he took possession.
Everything feminine inside her needed the
maleness of him.
Tiffany nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling scant
inches from his mouth. “You make me
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.”
Her hand went to his bulging crotch. She
squeezed him through his jeans. He
With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his fly, freeing his thick cock from the
When the heavy head rested in her palm, she smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d
from past experience he’d be commando.
Wrapping her fingers around the base of his
superb erection, she began to pump him.
“Hell, yes,” he said and fingered her in
earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed
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
her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put her lips over the crown. Skim her
along his shaft. Take him down the back of her throat. She swallowed, knowing
feeling when she took him inside her pussy would be even better. She needed to
her sex stretched over the head of his dick again. The fiery invasion. The
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
body and tugged her hips down on him before he placed his steel between her
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
tighter. This was good, sex without penetration, something she’d never done
and the delicious sensation had her nipples pebbled hard against the material
bra, but when he flicked out his tongue, everything got better. She moaned and
access to her neck, where he wasted no time and tickled the hollow of her
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
of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered for his touch. He slapped her
She jumped and lost her rhythm—taken aback.
“Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t
time to consider if she liked the swat or not. He spanked her again. “Move your
She complied, sliding herself up and down. He
slapped her ass once more, but this
the sensation sent a buzz to her already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading
caught— a wildfire.
“Again,” she uttered in a breathy voice.
“Like that, do you?”
God help her, she did.
Author Bio & Links:
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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Broken Road – Book 2 in the Breaking Black Series and the sequel to Black Horse

It is
often said that time heals all wounds. It is spoken like a promise… a vow.
These words are repeated to people who have been beaten down to their lowest
state. To the poor souls who have nothing left to lose. Whispered into the ear
of a grieving daughter, told with a shrug to a man who has nothing left to live
These are
dangerous people.
The grieving.
The ones
who love more people dead than alive.
The words
should never be uttered. Not to the ones who have no solid ground on which to
stand upon, no rail in which to clasp. The white-knuckled moments of life have
come to be expected rather than feared.
“Time heals all wounds.”
The words
are an insult. A slap in the face… and around here, they’ll get you hurt. For
Averi McClain and her husband Colt, there were few deeper insults.
If time
could heal all wounds, Jessa McClain would be proud to know that she was going
to be a grandmother. Nathan Ford would have proudly walked his little girl down
the aisle with Corinne beaming from her seat. Sitting by her side, Anna McCord
would wipe a tear from her eye. Standing proudly by Colt and Randy at the
arbor, Seth would have stood as a groomsman for his childhood friend. That is,
if time truly healed all wounds.
But what
about the hurts you cannot see? The deep gashes and the mangled hearts that
remain after the brutality of a war. Their childhood was a battlefield. Colt
and Averi didn’t want that for their own sons and daughters.
What does
time to do wounds? Time is nothing but a reminder of how much time has past
since you last saw the ones you love most. The line is bullshit. A scape goat.
A cheap cop out. It is something people say when they don’t know what to say.
It’s not deep or sympathetic. It doesn’t stop the heart from bleeding. Colt
would not have a granite wall built around his heart like a fortress. A barrier
which only Averi could crack.
soul would not quake with anger every time he heard mention of Black Horse, his
roving band of lunatics, also known as the Seventy Devils, or Jimmy Hearns. You
can’t even say the name Trent Myers to him without his sanity flickering out of
sight. Tim wouldn’t have to fight his anger out at the gym for several hours,
five days a week. Shelly’s sense of security would be intact and undisturbed.
Averi’s legs would not be permanently scarred with evidence of Black Horse’s
fiery insanity.
Time doesn’t
heal all wounds. Wounds fester. Sometimes the strain and exertion of trying to
better puts so much stress on the wound that the scab rips open, stitches and
scar tissue be damned.
wounds cannot be mended.
lines are just begging to be crossed.
roads are meant to be broken.
As one of
Averi’s favorite bands so poignantly croons, “God blessed the broken road
that led me straight to you.” In the case of Colt and Averi, no song
lyrics could more perfectly describe the road that they have traveled. They
have a love like no other, acting as a guiding light, a beacon in a world turned
dark by Black Horse. What would you do if the the one man you couldn’t live
without, was the son of the bastard that murdered your parents and your eldest
brother? In the case of Averi Ford, she knew Colt was nothing like his father.
He had spent his entire life running from his shadow. He had always been the
one to protect Averi, even more-so than her ever watchful brothers. You can’t
turn away from a love like that.
was a love that was intensified by pain and longing, desperation and heartache.
They faced seemingly insurmountable odds, and continue to do so, side by side.
She needed him, not to be her hero, but as her equal and her friend until the
end of their days. He needed her, not only physically, but spiritually,
emotionally, he had wrapped all his hope in her. His humanity relied on her
happiness. If her heart ceased to beat, he would let the darkness overcome him.
He wouldn’t stop until every single member of the Seventy Devils were dead.
knows Randy and Tim would fight right alongside him. Averi was as essential to
Colt as oxygen. Without her, the Colt that she knew and loved would cease to
exist. They loved each other despite the odds they faced; in spite of those who
said they shouldn’t. Averi loved him regardless of his family history, of the
stares and gossip, the upturned noses and blatant hostility. When Colt McClain
walks into a room, the citizens of Oakely don’t see him. They don’t see his
face or his kind soul. They don’t see him at all. They see Black Horse – the
man he so closely resembles, but whose hearts are night and day. There is a key
difference. There is a gentle warmth to Colt’s gaze. A calm depth that if you
look deep enough, you can see all the good in him. Look into Black Horse’s eyes
and you’ll see your own demise. When people look Colt’s way, they see a
murderer, a thief, a snake. They see a man with no soul. But Colt never killed
a man that didn’t have it coming, and let me tell you, Jimmy Hearns has it
motorcycle clubs are not street gangs, but in the case of the Seventy Devils,
there was no point in hiding it. The Seventy Devils ran the streets of Oakeley.
The Seventy Devils, the band of lawless savages that did Black Horse’s bidding,
lived on, leaderless and hell bent on anarchy. When the strange circumstances
surrounding Black Horse’s death went public, Jimmy monopolized. Playing the
role of a mourning son, Jimmy earned the respect and the power Texas’ most
violent motorcycle gang. To say the devils are out for blood is an
understatement of epic proportions. The band of sociopathic heathens were
rallied by Black Horse’s death. It was a call to action, a call to arms, each
one of them thirsty to drain the blood from Black Horse’s murderer. Each one
yearning to display his killer’s head on a pike for the whole community to see.
If the Seventy Devils were hostile during Black Horse’s reign, it was nothing
compared to their mental state after Black Horse was found burned, shot and
A war has
erupted. The Seventy Devils are scattered and on alert, gnawing at the bit for
the go-ahead to strike. They would not hesitate to spill the blood of anyone
who stood in their way of recompense. They knew they would need to act fast if
they wanted to come out on top. Colt was not the kind of guy that you slept on.
He’d stop at nothing to protect his family and he was lethal whether he was
heavily armed or going toe to toe, bare knuckled beat-down style. Colt did have
Black Horse’s blood coursing through his veins, after all. But then, so did
Jimmy, and he is ready to show everyone that the apple didn’t fall far from the
tree… in fact, they appear to have formed on the same poisoned branch.
As leader
of the Devils, Jimmy had seventy miscreants to do his bidding – and three goals
in which he needed to achieve:
1.      Avenge Black Horse
2.      Kill Colt McClain and Randy Ford
3.      Take Averi for his own
Jimmy has
another thing coming if he thinks victory is easily won. Will Colt and Averi’s
broken road end in tragedy? Or will they be the ones to banish the devils
straight to hell? When the demons of the past rise up, can Colt and Randy face
them fearless and determined? Whatever happens, don’t expect Colt and Randy to
stand alone. Buckle up. The broken road makes for one hell of a ride.
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