Wrong by Stella Rhys My rating: 5 of 5 stars Book Description: Rock-hard abs. Cocky smile. Sculpted hipbones that scream filthy sex. Liam Cage is walking torture for any girl in New York, but especially me. He’s my stepbrother and on top of that, I’m living under his roof. I’m following his rules. I’m nothing but his good little girl and so I can’t want him. I can’t tempt him.
I can’t bait him into touching my half-naked body while I lay "asleep" on his couch.
… About that.
It was every kind of wrong but I couldn’t help myself. I stripped down for my stepbrother. Tortured him. Forced him take out years of pent-up lust on my body in one sticky, sweaty shot. Long story short, I made the hottest mistake of my life, and I know there’ll be consequences, especially with a past like mine. But now that I’ve opened up Pandora’s box, there’s no going back. Basically, I’m screwed.
But when it’s with a man as painfully sexy as Liam, screwed has kind of never felt so good.
**Wrong is a raunchy, angsty standalone novel with a HEA.**
Diamond Girl by Andrea Smith My rating: 4 of 5 stars Book Description: What happens when a 35 year-old soccer mom from Indianapolis, Indiana sends her only child off to college and suddenly discovers that she has no identify of her own?
That's exactly what happened to Samantha (Sammie) Dennison. Her marriage was loveless from the start; her 'mannequin' husband has his own agenda which has never included her, and she feels lonely, ignored and downright frumpy.
Her best friend tells her to get a life, and that's exactly what Sammie does, starting with a Kickboxing/Pilates class to get into shape, and then continuing her regiment by signing up for pole-dance lessons. Sammie graduates at the top of her class, and ultimately ends up with a secret career as a pole dancer at a Gentleman's Club in Indy called 'Jewels.'
Known only by her dancer name, "Diamond," she is well on her way to finally carving out a secret life and identity all of her own that brings excitement and mystery to her otherwise mundane existence. The thrill of the dance and sexuality she discovers within herself is a potent mixture, but it's all about the dance with Sammie.
That is, until bad-boy biker Slate enters the picture. He is the ultimate 'alpha' male and quickly draws the attention of the dancers - including Sammie. Slate is a 'prospect' for the notorious Outlaw Motorcycle Club, but he is also inexplicably drawn to "Diamond." Sammie is totally out of her league with Slate and the dangerous people he associates with in Indianapolis during the summer of 2012.
No spoilers here, but something BIG is brewing in Indy; and it ain't about race cars either.
What do you get when you mix a bottle of tequila, a single mom moonlighting as a stripper, and her sinfully sexy boss with an impulsive side? Married. You get married.
Rich. Demanding. Hot. Crazy. That was Beckett Cruz in a nutshell. Not to mention wild, determined, dangerous, and forbidden. He was my boss—and, after a drunken moment of insanity, my new husband. An annulment was impossible... so was keeping him. I was taking my daughter and leaving, determined to give her a quieter life. But Beckett Cruz had never taken no for an answer. And he wasn't about to take mine.
What happens in Vegas... might just keep you there.
(STRIPPED DOWN is a standalone, erotic romance novel. It is a companion to STRIPPED BARE, although it isn't necessary to read it first.)
Holy Hot Cover Batman! *swoon* Ok, I will admit, I saw the cover of this book, and didn't give two shits about the blurb. I just knew I wanted it now! So I signed up to do a review. Then read the blurb and was like, yeah. I need this in my life like yesterday!
Hot cover... CHECK. Intriguing blurb... Check. After reading devouring this book, did I love it? YES I damn well did! It had errrythang! ;) A great set of characters, interesting story line that wasn't mega predictable, witty dialogue. Hot steamy sex scenes.... Oh yeah, this book had it all!
Cassie is our leading lady, and she had a baby young. In order to provide for her family she did what she had to do, and that was working at a strip club. As a single mom, I understood where she was coming from in this. I haven't personally ever worked in that field, but that has more to do with the fact that A. I don't have the body and B. If I were to publicly dance.... well lets just say it wouldn't be pretty ;) Lol. Back to the matter at hand. Cassie wasn't happy with her job, but knew she needed to save as much money as she could if she wanted to get out.
Beckett is the owner, and if you've read the first book I believe you've met him, (I have yet to read that one so I don't know for sure... don't fret it's up next ;)) He's also Cassie's boss. And hot. HOT! HAWT!!! Are you getting that he's freaking HOT?! Moving on... One night at work, Cassie isn't having the best night what with all kinds of stress on her mind, so Beckett calls her into his office to talk.... and maybe have a few drinks to relax. Well.... they are in Vegas and they do have the secret hots for each other soooo... Yeah they wake up married!
Due to consummating the marriage, they can't have it annulled. Divorce it is then. But once they start spending more time together, they start to realize there might actually be real feelings developing. This is where I have to taper off with the recap portion of this review. I don't want to give too much away.
It was a really great book and I loved every steamy hot minute of it. The author has a great writing style that really fit with me. Not to mention that the entire story just came across so realistic and there wasn't any part where I wanted to do an eye roll or toss the kindle. I wish I'd read the first book first so I'd know about Mia and West's story, but I didn't feel lost at any point when they appeared in this book. Anywho... This was a great read and I highly recommend it! :)
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
She’ll say yes eventually because I’m not giving up.
Justine Porter is stuck between a rock and a stripper pole. She lost her law school scholarship, which means she has two choices to keep her life on track: strip for her tuition or tutor the most distractingly sexy guy in her class—the one she’s been turning down for two years straight. It should be an easy choice, but tutoring Ryker Grant could derail her plans to graduate with honors faster than two-for-one night at the Déjà Vu. Then again, topless has never really been her color.
She could take the easy road, just this once . . . but the deal has enough loopholes to trip anyone up.
Who knew they taught bad judgment in law school?
Ooook. Where to begin... I FREAKING LOVED THIS BOOK! :) I discovered Meghan March with Beneath These Scars and immediately new she was an author to keep an eye on. When I was given the opportunity to review Bad Judgement I jumped at the chance. From the blurb alone I was hooked. And knowing that I already had an idea of this author's writing style and that I liked it, I just knew it would be a great read. And it was. From the first, I couldn't put this book down. The characters drew me in and I loved it! Justine was a hard nut to crack when it came to the oh so hot and playboy Ryker. He was determined though, and eventually it paid off. I'm honestly at a loss as to what I should write in this review. I have apparently lost my will to give out spoilers so I'm limited on what to say! Grrr... First, I truly enjoyed every aspect of this book. It was well written, the dialogue flowed and the plot was captivating. I seriously couldn't put it down. With each turn of the page I was engrossed in what was going to happen next. There was a lot to this story, not just boy sees girl, wants her and then chases her. The way the relationship developed between Justine and Ryker was kind of a slow build, but in the best way. It wasn't a quickie that left you feeling confused by how that just happened, but also wasn't so slow that you grew grey hair waiting for the good stuff. It was the perfect amount of build up, and when they came together... Whew! It was awesomesauce. They start as friends, which I always like to see the friends who turn lovers theme. Good times ;) The thing I liked most though, was that there were other things going on besides our H/h falling for each other. There were secrets that weren't as secret, and misguided actions and steamy love scenes. And lots and lots of chemistry! Again, I don't wan tot go into too much detail and give away the goods, I really feel this is a book best enjoyed by reading it yourself! :)
“I’ve got some things I need to say to you, and you’re going to let me.”
Her brown eyes snap up to mine, surprise clear in them. “Why should I?”
“Because you’re nothing if not curious, and you want to know what I have to say.”
She steps backward, and I let my fingertips trail across her skin before they drop away. Justine adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders and tucks Chewbacca into a side pocket.
“You know you want to hear the rare sound of me apologizing, don’t you?”
Justine purses her lips, and all I can think about is the dreams I had all weekend of her staring down at me from a stage while she danced and stripped. My own private show. I’m not going to admit how many times I jacked off to the mental picture. I need the real thing, and I won’t have another shot if she won’t even give me a chance to talk to her.
I don’t know what changes her mind, but she relaxes her posture and relents. “Fine. You’ve got five minutes. This better be good.”
It’s not much, but I’ll take it. I lead the way out of the classroom, slipping out the side door I used to make my unobtrusive entrance. Or at least, it was unobtrusive until I decided to share my strike-out history with the entire class at Professor Turner’s invitation.
Glancing behind me, I’m marginally surprised to see Justine actually following. I head for the third-floor doors to the library, where the private rooms are. This conversation isn’t for public consumption.
The first private room on the right is empty, so I push the door open. Justine trails me inside, and I shrug off my backpack and drop it on one of the four chairs.
She closes the door behind her and leans against it, her arms crossed over her chest. I’m guessing she wouldn’t stand that way if she realized how it draws attention to her chest. I force my eyes back to her face. I’m not about to fuck this up.
“Wow, you must really plan on groveling if you need privacy,” she says, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
“Maybe I just wanted to get you alone.”
She rolls her eyes. “And I’m already getting bored.”
“You love to bust my balls, don’t you?”
“I don’t really like to think about your balls, if you want to know the truth.”
I try on my charming smile, the one that has dropped panties for years. “I’m calling bullshit on that. You’ve thought about me at least once.”
She pushes off the door and turns halfway to reach for the handle. “And if that’s all you wanted to say, then I think we’re done here.”
I’m shocked when she listens.
Justine rubs her hands over her face, her every move revealing her frustration. “You ask me out for two years, practically blackmail me into a kiss, then you blow me off completely, and now you’re all up in my business again. What the hell do you want from me?”
Her confusion punches me in the gut, making me wish I could tell her why I wasn’t there the morning I promised to help her move. It wasn’t for any reason she thinks.
I stride toward her, pressing one palm against the door beside her head. “I’m not blowing you off, and I haven’t stopped thinking about that night.”
I can’t give her the explanation she wants, so I try something different.
Lowering my head, I catch the next words out of her mouth on my lips. They’re just as soft as I remember, and I drop my other hand to her hip, drawing her against me. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my T-shirt, almost reluctantly, but she’s not pushing me away.
I take her mouth, my tongue diving between her lips to taste her again—finally, but the pulsing of my dick against the zipper of my jeans forces me to back off. If I don’t, I’ll be laying her out on the table behind us, and that’s not what this is about. At least, not all of what this is about.
With her face flushed and her hair messy from my fingers, Justine shutters her expression. She’s rebuilding her walls brick by brick.
That’s not going to work for me.
“What’s it going to take, Justine?” I remember asking her the same question at the bar.
Her dark eyes fill with confusion. “What’s what going to take?” The words come out defensively.
“With you. To get a second chance. I fucked up once, but doesn’t everyone deserve another shot?”
Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She's also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she's ever had. She loves hearing from her readers firstname.lastname@example.org.