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Mostly, this will be a book blog. I read a lot, and I love to share my views on my most recent reads. I try to read a little bit of everything, but if you look closely you’ll notice I will occasionally become obsessed with one specific genre for a short period of time. Old books, new books, yet to be released books – I read them all. If you’re an author looking for advance readers or just wish for more reviews of a book you’ve already released, please feel free to contact me. There is a contact form at the side of my blog – if you scroll down below the Twitter and Goodreads sidebar you will find it – so drop me a message and I’ll be sure to get back to you in double time. After all, finding new authors is what makes the book world go around.

Thanks for taking your time to read this. With a little bit of luck, you will find my blog much more interesting than this mundane introductory section.

Sunday, 23 September 2018

Release Blitz: Gym Junkie




Title: Gym Junkie
Author: T L Swan
Genre: Red Hot Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2018



Blurb

We’ve all done it, salivated
Over a guy at the gym, imagined the unimaginable.
Wanted what we can’t have.

Only my fantasy has turned into an obsession.
Every night like clockwork he’s there.
Every night like clockwork I’m ready.

I’m not the kind of girl who does this kind of thing and 
he’s exactly the kind of man that does.

He’s as sexy AF.
Dominant as all hell.
Built like a machine.

And when he turns up at my work

My worst f**king nightmare.


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I swipe my key through the door scanner.  It’s 9:35 p.m and I’m late. After not wanting to come at all, and deliberating the whole thing for over an hour in the shower, I’m finally here.
I’m not really sure why, but what the hell. It can’t hurt, I suppose.
I walk into the gym and take a look around. There are a few guys working out at the back, plus a girl on the treadmill.
Great. He’s not even here. 
All that over-analysing for nothing
Damn it.
After making my way onto the treadmill I start walking. I turn up the speed and begin to walk faster. I suppose I’ll have to actually work out then. What an anticlimax. I spent over an hour psyching myself up to be here, and he doesn’t even show up.
Fucking typical.
All men piss me off.
Oh well, it’s his loss. 
Turning up the speed, I begin to jog, getting lost in the repetition. But when I look up into the mirror, I see him. There he is. He’s sitting on the weights bench in the corner, and flashing a slow sexy smile my way. He’s wearing a white T-shirt and navy sports shorts.
My stomach dances with excitement. I force him a smile, and then I look down, pretending to be uninterested.
God, he’s so….
He’s probably just a prop in this place. That’s what I would do if I owned a gym: pay gorgeous guys to hang out and make the girls swoon. It makes good business sense, that’s for sure.
I run for fifteen minutes, and he does weights as he watches me. To be honest, I wish he would look away because I’m dying over here. I can’t run for this long naturally. I’m totally showing off. I may go ass over tit at any moment and skin my knee to the bone.
One man finally leaves the gym, and then five minutes later the other one follows. The group of guys walk out the back, leaving only one woman in the gym who is doing sit ups. His eyes trail over to her, and I wonder is he thinking the same thing as me.
Buzz off, woman. Why are you in the gym so late, stupid?
I stop running and bring the treadmill back to a walking pace. I wipe my face with my towel, grateful when the lady packs up her things and leaves through the front door.
Brock’s eyes find mine in the mirror and a dark smile crosses his face.
Shit. My heart begins to beat faster. I keep walking, and he stands to make his way over to me.
“Hello,” he purrs.
I smile goofily. “Hi.” Why does he have to be so damn sexy? I can’t even pretend to be cool.
He puts his hand over mine on the handrail, and I feel an energy zap between us.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he says.
My eyes hold his as my stomach flips. “Y-you have?” I pant.
He nods slowly, his eyes not leaving mine for a single second. 
“What were you thinking about?” I ask.
“I was thinking that I need to talk to you in private.”
God, is he for real?  “Is that so?” I look around the empty gym. “Is that why you had to wait for everyone to leave to come and talk to me?”
“Well, I didn’t want anyone to be suspicious of the two of us talking the other night in the bathroom.”
“Talking?” I smirk. “Is that what you call it?”
He smiles sexily, and my stomach clenches yet again. Don’t smile at me like that.
“Yes.” He pauses as he rolls his lips, as if amused. “It was a very stimulating conversation.”
I smile as I continue to walk.
“For some more than others,” he adds.
Unable to help it, I laugh. “Yes, it was a very stimulating conversation that we had the other night.”
His eyes hold mine. “Did you enjoy it?”
What’s it going to be? I get a vision of Simon last night with that girl.
Sink or swim.
“I did.” Our eyes are locked. “Very much, actually.”
 Oh, this guy makes me want to be a dirty whore.
Satisfaction flashes across his face and he licks his lips. He runs his hand up my forearm, his eyes following his touch. “I have something else to tell you.”
I act surprised. “You do?”
“I do.”
“What is it?” 
“I can’t tell you here, Pocket.” His eyes rise to my lips.
“Why not?” I feel the burn of his gaze.
“It’s private.”
He takes his hand off my arm, and it causes me to frown. I hate the loss of his touch. “So, where do you want to tell me this private information?” I ask as I play along.
“We should probably talk where we talked last time.” He rolls his lips to hide his smile, he likes this game.
“Really?” I widen my eyes.
He nods slowly. “Really.”
I continue to walk on the treadmill.
“So, I’m going to go into the discussion room now.”
“The discussion room?” I widen my eyes and laugh. “You are something else.”
“I know,” he chuckles, and then gestures up to the ceiling. I look up, following his direction.
There’s a camera… 
Shit.
“I’m going to go into the discussion room, and in five minutes, you should do the same.”
“But, they’ll see us?” I whisper.
“No, they won’t. Once you come into the bathroom, you just have to stay in there for five minutes. If we don’t enter or leave together, the tapes won’t be looked at. Not unless there is an incident and they have to be watched back.
“Oh.” I frown, and without another word he disappears up the hall with his gym bag. I walk for another five minutes with my heart beating out of control. This is so naughty, so freaking hot, and I have to say, so out of character for me that it’s not even funny.
I’ll just go and talk to him—see what he has to say. I hope he kisses me again. His kiss was to die for. Who the heck is this guy, anyway?
I would never do this. I am not the sort of girl who meets up with guys in a public bathroom.  My eyes flicker to the hallway as my excitement runs through me. 
Am I?
I hit stop on the treadmill with my heart hammering in my chest. I take my towel and drink bottle, and then I walk up the hall to the bathrooms. I look up and see the camera at the end of the hall positioned so it shows all of the five bathroom doors clearly. I drop my head to hide my face.
As long as I don’t walk back out, he said I’m fine.
God, if anyone ever knew I was doing this, I’d die.
I walk to the end door and take the handle in my hand. I pause for a moment and close my eyes. My heart is banging, and I look back up the hall one more time. Should I go? No. Just do it.
I open the door and rush in, quickly closing the door behind me. I flick the lock and turn around.
The room is filled with steam and the shower screen is open. Brock is naked in the shower when he turns to face me.
His large shoulders and chest have soap over them, and his hair is already wet. His stomach is rippled with muscles, and his huge hard cock hangs heavily between his legs.
He smiles sexily. “Took your time, Pocket.”
Oh, dear God. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Brock!” I frown as I stare at him. “What the hell are you doing?”
I glance back to the door, damn it. I can’t leave for a few minutes.
He looks at me casually and rubs the soap in across his chest. “Taking a shower, what does it look like?”
“You’re incredible.” I shake my head in disgust. “I’m leaving right now.”
“Why?” He gives me a slow sexy smile and holds his hands out to the side. “Taking a shower is a perfectly natural thing. I wanted to be clean for our conversation.”
Bastard.
“You want to have a conversation with me with,” I gesture to his groin, “with your dick hanging out.”
He looks down at himself, and then back up at me. “Does my dick offend you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Your dick offends me.”
I glance down again. That is the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. Okay, sure, I haven’t seen many, but I’m still sure it’s the most perfect one there is. For fuck’s sake, this guy is so over confident, I don’t even have words to describe him, and why the hell is it turning me on?
This is un-fucking-believable. How on earth did I get myself into this situation?
Brock continues to rub soap over his chest, eventually lathering his groin area up, too. I have to concentrate on not looking down again.  
“Why?” he asks.
I frown. “Because… because…” I look around as I search for the right choice of words. “It’s the assumption you make that I am comfortable with you being naked when I’m not.” I shake my head and throw my hands in the air. “I’m so not.”
“If it makes you feel more comfortable, I am completely fine with you taking your clothes off, too.” He shrugs casually. “You know, for our discussion.”
I smirk. Of all the hide. “You’re an idiot.”
He smiles that sexy smile again, and I feel my insides begin to melt. “I prefer to think I’m just honest.”
“How is this being honest?”
“Well.” He pauses as a moment as he soaps his groin up again.
“Will you stop doing that!” I snap. “It’s very distracting.” I concentrate hard on keeping my eyes focused on his face.
“Big dicks don’t lie,” he says, raising his brow.
I stare at him, completely lost for words, even though I really want to howl with laughter. “You did not just say that?”






Author Bio

Lover of her husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.
When she is not writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with friends.
Writing is her passion.

Books by T L Swan

Stanton Adore
Stanton Unconditional
Stanton Completely
Stanton Bliss
Find Me Alastar
Play Along
Dr. Stanton
Dr. Stantons The Epilogue
Marx Girl
Mr. Masters


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Release Blitz: Craving Dragonflies.




Title: Craving Dragonflies
Series: Chasing Butterflies #4
Author: Terri E. Laine
Genre: New Adult/College Sports Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2018



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One of us is innocent and the other far from it.

College senior Willow Young has two goals this year: to graduate and lose her v-card. The first seems easy and the second almost impossible. Guys don’t notice her when Celeste, her roommate and step-sister, is considered the hottest girl on campus. When Ashton Westborough, a gorgeous football player, comes to her rescue in more ways than one, she stupidly falls hard for him even though the walls to his heart are impenetrable.

When they end up in his room... his bed, he is powerless to stop what happens next.

Ashton has no intention of playing professional football after graduation no matter how good he is. Though he has no idea where the future will lead him, anywhere is better than the shitty childhood he endured. One thing he knows for sure is that he’s done with love. The idea of using mindless sex to forget the past may be the best idea. When Willow and her mass of sunlit curls repeatedly find their way in his tortured thoughts, he vows not to let his darkness consume her. After one sizzling night together, he’s the one surprised to find himself unable to let go.







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Terri E. Laine, USA Today bestselling author, left a lucrative career as a CPA to pursue her love for writing. Outside of her roles as a wife and mother of three, she’s always been a dreamer and as such became an avid reader at a young age.

Many years later, she got a crazy idea to write a novel and set out to try to publish it. With over a dozen titles published under various pen names, the rest is history. Her journey has been a blessing, and a dream realized. She looks forward to many more memories to come.

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Saturday, 22 September 2018

Review: Savior

Savior Savior by Julia Sykes
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I’ve read a few Julia Sykes books, and every time I go a while without reading one I’m always surprised by how hot they are upon my return. I absolutely adore the books Julia Sykes writes, and I need to stop taking such long breaks between each read. With Savior being the second book in the Impossible series, I’ve decided I’m going to ensure I’ve finished this series soon – as I really do need more of the characters.

I actually fell in love with the Impossible world following my foray into the spin-off series, but I quickly found myself needing to return to the original series. Impossible was a lot of fun, and at the end I found myself desperate for the stories of certain characters. With Savior, I got one such story.

From the start, I was sucked into Savior. Like all my Julia Sykes reads, this one was insanely hot. It was lighter on the BDSM than other Julia Sykes books, but it was still incredibly hot. Not to mention, the chemistry between the characters was wonderful. I fell in love with their relationship, I loved watching them grow, and I really hope they appear regularly as a couple in the future books. I need to see more of them, as I really do adore them.

The only thing I wish there’d been more of was the suspense storyline. This one was interesting, but it was lacking the depth of the storyline in Impossible. I feel as though it was brushed to the side somewhat and was never given as much attention as it could have been. I really wish we had worked our way a little deeper into that part of the storyline – along with the past of our female lead – as it would have made the book even more enjoyable.

As a whole, though, I loved this one in the way I had hoped I would. There is no doubt I’ll be diving into book three soon.

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Review: Copycat

Copycat Copycat by Alex Lake
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Copycat falls into what I refer to as domestic thrillers. I’m sure there’s a much better, more legitimate, name out there, but in my mind they will always be domestic thrillers. All the drama and events surround the home life, with these books often following a mother as her life is turned upside down.

When it comes to my thriller reads, these are probably my least favourite. I appreciate them, I enjoy them, but I’d much rather a thriller that follows a police officer or someone else who gets caught up in the much bigger picture. In many ways, this reflects how I prefer series where I can follow the characters over individual books. Of course, all of this is personal preference – and, whilst domestic thrillers may not be my favourite kind of thriller, I do enjoy these types of books every so often.

If I’m being completely honest, I had a bit of an up and down with this book. I was constantly curious, yet I was never sucked in. There were times where things seemed to drag and there were times when I could not put the book down. It was enjoyable, but it was not what I had been anticipating.

In truth, I probably would have enjoyed this more had it not been so predictable. I worked out pretty early on where the story was going, and none of the ‘twists’ surprised me. I enjoyed watching the details come together, but I was constantly waiting for something to jump out and surprise me.

Overall, enjoyable but I’d hoped for a wee bit more.

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Review: The Partnership

The Partnership The Partnership by Charlotte Penn Clark
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

The Partnership is the first book in Charlotte Penn Clark’s Extra Credit series, and after reading and enjoying some of the author’s other work I was curious to see what this series would bring us.

In many ways, The Partnership is like my other Charlotte Penn Clark reads. It was quick and enjoyable, but it didn’t quite have the depth I usually enjoy in my novels. It’s fun if you’re looking for something you can quickly read through, something to pass a wee bit of time, but it doesn’t quite have the complexity I usually prefer in my books. Of course, this is a personal preference – for many, this book will be exactly what they’re looking for.

With The Partnership, we’re introduced to many characters who will go on to make up the future books in the Extra Credit series. I really did enjoy getting to know these other characters, and I am curious about their stories. When it comes to the main characters in The Partnership, I found myself rather enjoying the romance between the two of them. They were both such distinctive characters, and I enjoyed watching the way they helped each other developed. I would have liked to go a bit deeper into the past of both of the characters, especially with how family history and life played a vital role for both of them, but as a whole they were great together and I had fun with them.

Without a doubt, this is a fun read for anyone looking for a quick and enjoyable romance.

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Release Blitz: Blue.





Title: Blue
Series: Dragon Runners #3
Author: ML Nystrom
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 22, 2018



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How much weight can a man take on his shoulders before he buckles?


Blue’s life is in shambles.

He has to fight off his MC brotherhood on a drug problem threatening his town, balance his time as a father while dealing with a vicious custody battle with his ex, and somehow manage the huge load of responsibilities of his job.  All the while, he is fighting his attraction to the quiet shopkeeper who lives just across the street from him. The last thing he wants is to take her down with him.

Psalm’s life is uneventful.

Finally healed after the heartache of losing her husband, kind-souled Psalm throws herself into her store and rescuing dogs. Her crush on Blue can be traced back to high school so many years ago, and even after being widowed, she still carries a torch for him.  From the sidelines, she aches for Blue and his children. With hercaring nature, she reaches out to him, over and over again, even when he pushes her away. Is Psalm’s heart strong enough to take on this broken man and heal him?







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ML Nystrom had stories in her head since she was a child. All sorts of stories of fantasy, romance, mystery and anything else that captured her interest.  A voracious reader, she’s spent many hours devouring books; therefore, she found it only fitting she should write a few herself!  

ML has spent most of my life as a performing musician and band instrument repair technician, but that doesn’t mean she’s pigeon-holed into one mold.  She’s been a university professor, belly dancer, craftsperson, soap maker, singer, rock band artist, jewelry maker, lifeguard, swim coach, and whatever else she felt like exploring.  As one of her students said to her once, "Life’s too short to ignore the opportunities."  She has no intention of ever stopping... so welcome to her story world. She hopes you enjoy it!


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Friday, 21 September 2018

Release Blitz: Protect Me.




Title: Protect Me
Series: Spotlight Collection #2
Author: Cary Hart
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 21, 2018



Blurb

Who will you be when no one is watching... when the lights go down?

Penny
I don’t know who I am anymore. It’s been so long since I’ve been allowed to think for myself. And now that I can, all I can think about is him. My protector. His massive build which should frighten me but makes me feel safe. And his intense eyes that linger on me when he thinks I’m not looking. But why would he want me? I’m broken.

Shapiro
I vowed never to get close to anyone again. Do the job, get paid and survive. That’s all. Then she’s thrown into my life, needing a place to hide. She thinks she’s damaged, but she just needs someone to show her how strong she really is. Damn if I don’t want to be that man. But I’ve got a past of my own, and no good deed goes unpunished.







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Shapiro - POV

She wraps her arms around my neck and lets her body collapse against mine. Her front sliding down. Her legs wrapping around my waist before she hits the floor.
 “I didn’t like you locking me in here.”
“I didn’t like locking you in here either. I didn’t know what else to do. If you would have left and something happened to you . . .”
“I wouldn’t have left.”
I know she’s drunk, but this conversation has sobered up fast.
“No?”
“No.” She nods slowly. A small grin creeps up on her face.
Penny looking at me like this has me losing all resolve. It’s all I can do to keep from slamming her against this wall, but she deserves better.
“Why don’t we lock up and get you to bed.”
I reach to pull her arms off and set her down, but she resists. For being drunk she sure does have a lot of strength.
“Don’t put me down. I’m dizzy.”
“That drunk, huh?”
“Drunk on you.” She reaches up to tap my nose.
Okay so maybe drunk Penny is kind of cute.
“Is that a smile, Frances.”
I can’t help it. This girl, she makes me feel things I have never wanted to feel before. So I smile.
“There it is.” She reaches between us to trace my lips with her finger.
I’m sure in her head she is being soft and sensual, but in real life, she keeps jabbing her finger against my teeth.
“Time to lock the door.”
I walk us over and prop her up against the wall with one knee as I free a hand to lock up.
“Oh!” Her eyes go wide. “That feels so good.”
“What does?” I ask as I stretch up to slide the lock into place then set the alarm.
“This.” She puts all her weight onto my leg and grinds.
Fuck Me!
You’re killing me.” I glance down and see Penny’s eyes hooded and filled with lust. “I think it’s time I take you to bed.”
“Hey! Remember that movie? Oh, what was it?” She taps my temple. I guess to help her think. “You know that one where they sing that song about fire balls or balls of fire.”
“No clue.”
I bounce her up to shift her weight. Wrong move. With all her grinding I’m hard as a rock.
“Oh yes!” she shouts as she flings her head back.
I lose balance, and she slams it against the wall. “Ouch!”
“You okay?”
I snake my arm up the base of her neck and into her hair. Massaging her scalp.
She leans into my touch. Closing her eyes for a brief second before they spring open.
“Take me to bed or lose me forever.”
I know it’s a movie quote, but damn, don’t I want those words to mean something. Standing there with her body wrapped around mine I would give anything to push her up against that wall and take—
Her mouth crushing to mine interrupts my thoughts. My mind is telling me to pull away but my body is screaming for me to stay.
Kissing her back? Nothing good could come from it. My guard would drop, and she would become even more vulnerable. I can’t do that.
“Shapiro.” Penny moans my name against my lips. Begging me to kiss her back the way she is kissing me.
I can’t. I won’t.
I try to keep repeating those words in my head.
“Please.”
“Fuck,” I growl
I don’t know what comes over me, in that brief moment, but the tension that had been building since I met her became unbearable. I had to let go.
Grasping her cheeks, I took control of the kiss. Owning it. Fusing our mouths together while our tongues intertwine I turn her around and pin her against the wall.
Her body stiffens, and I freeze.
“I’m sorry.”
“No. It’s totally me.” She breathes out an excuse. “I just . . . I don’t know. I guess I . . .”
“Let’s go to bed.” I swing her legs around and hold her in my arms.
“Ohh!” She giggles.
She’s so drunk.
“I’m a princess.” Her smile crooked, yet bright.
I kissed a drunk girl breathless. Great. Maybe she will be so out of it she doesn’t remember.
“Yes, you are.” I agree as we walk into the bedroom and I lay her down gently. The mattress barely dipping. “Here, lift up.”
“Why? Ohhhhh,” she coos staring at me with her doe eyes.
I know what she wants, but it can’t happen. The kiss was a mistake. Maybe if it happened another time. After this was all over with it could be more, but right now. It just can’t be.
Yanking the covers down, I let her get adjusted before I pull them back up.
“Get some rest.”
“I don’t want rest. I just want you.” She untucks her arms and makes grabby hands like you see in those memes.
Shaking my head. “You are something else. You know it?”
“I know it.” Her smile sleepy.
“Night.” I turn to leave the bedroom to get as much distance between us as possible, but Penny? She has other thoughts.
“You didn’t tuck me in. Tuck me in, Shapiro. Tuck me in real good.” Penny turns over onto her side, throwing the covers off.
“What are you doing to me?” I moan, rubbing my face.
I swear this girl is going to be the death of me.
“Don’t make me beg,” she whines.
“Fine.”
Closing the distance, I reach for the blankets and pull them up as I go. Tucking them under her chin. Stepping back, I admire her from a distance.
Distance is safe. It’s needed.
“More?”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then.”
I start from the bottom and tuck the blankets under her like she’s a burrito. “Snug as a big in a rug,” I whisper.
Her lips pucker and I walk out.
Tonight is definitely a moment to remember. I’m just hoping she forgets.





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Cary Hart hails from the Midwest. A sassy, coffee drinking, sometimes sailor swearing, Spotify addict, lover of all things books!

When not pushing women down the stairs in the fictional world, Cary has her hands full. Soccer mom in all sense of the word to two wild and crazy, spoiled kiddos, and wife to the most supportive husband. In addition to writing full time, she enjoys binge watching Netflix, laying around in her hammock and baking up cookies for her family and friends.

Cary writes real, raw romance! In her stories the characters deal with life’s everyday struggles and unwanted drama, they talk about the ugly and they become the broken. Everyone deserves a happy ending, but sometimes before you can appreciate the light, there has to be darkness.

As a child, if someone would have told her she would become a writer, she wouldn’t have believed them. It wasn’t until she got her hands on her first romance novel, that the passion grew. Now, she couldn’t imagine her life any other way – now her dream is her reality.


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