Friday, April 10, 2015

Life after marriage was everything that William “Devil” Delancy was all that he wanted it to be and more. That was, until his sweet, amazing (and slightly scary!) wife Molly decided to do the impossible -- arrange the wedding of his drama queen assistant!
The question soon becomes...will the always-in-control Devil lose Molly to the wedding plans that are quickly falling apart, or will he be able to pull out all of the scorching sexual charms he’s known for and bring her back to the dark side?
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Disturbed, Devil paused mid-rant and cocked his head in Grant’s direction. “Seriously, bud, when was the last time you and Karen had a little ‘alone’ time?” he asked, using air quotes. Honestly, when he and Grant had been in college and shared a dorm room, he’d been forced to listen to his best friend and his girl screw like bunnies. They were always all over each other. He’d just assumed that they were still as…active as they once were. “I’ll take your eight weeks and raise you a fiscal quarter,” Grant replied miserably. “That’s right, boys…three monkin’ months.” “Monkin’?” Devil repeated curiously, arching one dark, inky eyebrow as he waited for Grant to elaborate – which he would. He always did. “Yeah,” Grant retorted stubbornly, draining his whiskey sour in one long gulp, “Monkin’. It’s the opposite of fuckin’,” he explained, belching loudly. “See, monks are chaste. Like me. Get it?” he chuckled, elbowing Devil in the side. “At this rate, we’re both gonna be born-again virgins, man.” Blinking, Nick stared at Grant in fascination. “You can tell me it’s none of my business, but….why?” “Why, what?” Grant grunted, frowning into his now empty glass. “Why haven’t you and your wife been….you know….” “Bumpin’ uglies? Doin’ the deed? Makin’ sweet, sweet loooooovvvveee to my lady?” Grant drawled as Devil groaned and buried his face in his hands and begged whatever God was listening for a quick death. “Yeah,” Nick nodded, interested now. “Dear God, I beg you not to answer that, man. Karen is like a sister to me,” Devil begged, grimacing at the thought of what could be coming next. “Now you know how I feel with Molly,” Grant replied unapologetically before directing his gaze toward Nick. “Well, it’s like this, Nicky, my boy. I don’t get laid much anymore because of a little thing I like to call the Three Ms. Marriage, Middle age, and Menopause. Now, any one of those can put a damper on the sexual shenanigans, but all three together? Let’s just say that those creamy white thighs of our lovers’ legs will close tighter than the vaults at Fort Knox. It’s a cocktail for catastrophe. It happens to all of us couples, my friend. Even the gay ones,” he assured the younger man with a sympathetic smile. “Yep, my wife has entered into those confusing years where I’m never sure if she wants to kiss me or kill me. Although, lately, I really think she’s leaning toward the ‘kill me’ option. I got a notice in the mail that she upped my life insurance. I’m not exactly feeling safe in my own home these days,” he lamented. Catching the deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression blanketing you Nicholas’ face, Devil sighed heavily. “You’re scaring the boy, Grant. Knock it off. The kid’s got enough problems right now without hearing how his sex life will eventually become as mythical as the existence of unicorns.” “Better he hears the truth from a friend,” Grant counseled wisely.
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Sarah O'Rourke is the alter ego of two best friends who bonded over their passion for romantic fiction and erotica. Born and raised in the southern United States, one lives near Ft. Campbell, Kentucky, while the other resides in Atlanta, Georgia. Formerly an accountant and a chemist, they are now overworked, stay-at-home moms who adore their children, their husbands...and writing about love in every way possible.
Inspired by their dog-eared copies of Gone with the Wind and their almost warped DVDs of Steel Magnolias, they love to write wildly intense romantic/erotica stories that have multiple characters, but they focus on one couple that will ALWAYS have a happy ending…eventually!

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

A Complicated Love (Complicated Love Series #1)A Complicated Love by D.M. Midgley
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Annabelle has just lost her job and she needs a new one and as luck would have it there is a position available at Lynn Publishing as the secretary to Mr. Joshua Lynn himself. The instant she meets the intoxicating Mr Lynn she is attracted to him. And he seems to have been affected too.

The same night Annabelle finds out that she got the job her club hopping bestie/roommate talks her into going out and celebrating. At the club she ends up running into Joshua and spending time with him and at the end of the night when he makes sure she gets home safe he ends up spending the night. The next day (reluctantly), they both agree it was a mistake and it won't happen again.

From there on out the office is completely awkward he wants her she wants him, but they are both fighting it. Annabelle thinks Joshua has a girlfriend that comes in the form of a bitch with an attitude, and Joshua follows rules and one of the main rules in the office is no fraternizing.

When the two find out they are even more connected they decide to give it a go and start spending more time together and they grow closer, but things are never that easy. The bad attitude bitch hates Annabelle even more and makes it abundantly clear that Joshua is her. Baby or not. Also ,Joshua's mother, isn't to happy about the pairs union.

This was a cute, sexy little read. I loved Annabelle and Joshua so much, especially after they actually decided to give it a go. They faced challenges and heart break, but in the end they are so sweet together!


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Tuesday, April 7, 2015

☆•°*°•☆BAIN By A.L. WOOD IS LIVE☆•°*°•☆ 






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BAIN Blurb:

Warning: This is intended for an audience over the age of 18. This story also ends on a cliff. You've been warned.
Raised in an environment that exuded love, Bain couldn't understand why he felt so empty inside.
He had it all- a financially stable, successful career and the overwhelming support of his loved ones.

Rumer wasn't in need of saving. She didn't need his help.
She had gotten this far on her own...why accept a strangers obvious charity?

Bain wasn't trying to save her, nor was he donating his time freely.
Has Bain finally found his match in the ring of life?

Can Rumer crush his undefeated streak?

BAIN Excerpt:
An inkling, that’s how it always starts. Something that can’t be seen—only felt—hardens into knots in your gut. It catches you off guard, unaware as to why you feel that way. You start to question everything around you. You wonder what’s going to go off like a bomb because this feeling always comes back to something bad. I couldn’t have predicted that the something bad was going to be horrific…no one could have known.
Yes, the possibilities are endless as to what could cause the feeling of my stomach sinking, the nausea that threatens to exhale what I ate earlier for lunch. I don’t expect a phone call as I stand in line at airport security to change my life forever—to cause irreversible damage.
“Lawson, what’s up?”
“You need to meet me at your place, immediately.” I hear Lawson say over the line in a haunting tone.
“You know I can’t, I’m headed to Vegas. Remember, the meeting you sat up?”
“Bain, that can wait—this cant. Please, I can’t explain over the phone.”
Something about Lawson’s tone tells me I shouldn’t argue, that he needs me to just shut my mouth and do as he asks. He wouldn’t have called me without reason.
Even while running out of the airport and hailing a cab with my baggage in hand, I don’t recognize the sickening twist of my stomach to be a sign of what’s about to come.
Tossing money to the cab driver, I haul ass into Sara’s and my apartment. The door opens as I approach it and Lawson’s face greeting me. His eyes are drawn down, looking away from me.
It’s bad.
I know it is.
“Tell me.”
His eyes meet mine and he breaks. Fucking folds right in half like his weight is too much to hold up underneath the stress of whatever it is he has to tell me.
My gut. The feeling.
This is why. This moment right here—it’s going to define my life.
“There’s been an accident…we need to get to hospital. I’m driving us.”
Sara.
Samantha.
My world. My life. The reason I’m doing what I do with such devotion.
“What?” I pause and my thoughts leave me. I stumble back, falling on my ass. On my front porch. I just…this can’t be real.
This isn’t real.
It’s just a horrible nightmare that I’m bound to wake up from at any minute.
No.
“Bain, get in my truck. Now.” Lawson says with renewed strength.
I stare at him, one million questions on the tip of my tongue.
I couldn’t tell you about the drive from the apartment to the hospital. My last memory was falling on my ass. My second is falling to my knees in the emergency room foyer.
No one has to tell me that someone has died.
I can read it on every single one of their faces.
Griffin, Jade, Mom, Dad. They all look to me with empathy—maybe even pity. They’re as lost as I am.
I haven’t shed a tear since I was twelve because men don’t cry. Okay, I shed a few when Samantha was born—but no one saw so it didn’t count.
Today though, I shed more than just a tear. I drown in them. My breath is stolen, my throat constricts and my heart shatters into fragments.
When I manage to find my voice, I ask the question I don’t want the answer to. I brace myself for the impact the loss is about to attack me with.
“Who?” I whisper into the air.
It’s Lawson who tells me.
The only one with enough strength to carry us both through this nightmare.
“Sara.”
I scream at the world.
I break at the suffering, sobbing.
I shake in pain.
This is too much for one person to handle.



Welcome to my fucking world. My name is Kaston Cox and I’m a criminal’s worst nightmare. Most people run from darkness, but I live in it, require it, and thrive in the night. Some call me a monster, some a lover of evil, and others, the devil himself, but they’re all wrong. I’m just a shadow in the dark. I speak for the innocent when no one else will. Once I have marked you, you better beg for forgiveness, because your time has run out…

Revenge is the ultimate wage for evil. Some just can’t stomach to do it themselves. That’s where I come in. I am the ultimate judge when called upon for justice. I will decide who lives and who dies. Blood may be on my hands, but it’s not the blood of the innocent. Remorse is nowhere to be found. I don’t give a shit if you understand. I can live with the man I look at every day in the mirror. My soul was tainted the day I was conceived. You think you know me? You have no fucking idea. I am who I am because of what they did to her, and to him. They were my family. This was the only form of restitution he believed in. I owed him everything. I took over the empire he built. This is how I repay him. There was only one rule: never allow emotions to form. Numb and heartless are the only two ways to live.

What I never included in the plan…was her.

My name is Lux Larsen. My life is as perfect as it can get. I’m a partier, a seductress when it comes to something that I want, and the ultimate sexual con artist. I use my body to get what I want and I’m not ashamed. Designer tags are what I’m after. I love sex. I’m good at it. Fuck double standards. Guys can do it, well guess what, so can I. I will never be caught back on the other side of the tracks for as long as I live. I left that hellhole years ago. I’ll do anything to stay away. You can call me a whore if you want, but I just look at it as I’ve decided to become a player in a man’s game, and I’m a fucking pro at it. Love is for the weak minded. Weak is something I’ll never be.

I never anticipated the predator that would find me. I’m now his prey…but I’m not sure I can run.

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