Friday, February 12, 2016


Accidentally in Love with the Biker Tour Banner

Publication Date: February 8, 2016 
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


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Accidentally in Love with the Biker CoverAspiring writer Kelli Dalton needs a man, and fast. When she’s rear-ended by a sexy-as-sin biker on the way to a Vegas romance readers convention, she sees her chance. If he’ll pose as her fake boyfriend long enough to impress a bestselling author, Kelli has a shot at saving the bookstore for underprivileged kids she runs back home. Quinn Anderson doesn’t know what to make of the cute little writer who stirs his heart and his libido, but he does know he wants to get better acquainted. And if that means keeping up their sexy ruse all week, he’s game. Quinn knows girl like Kelli deserves someone with a secure future to help with her store, not a guy struggling to turn a profit on his chopper shop. But if his motorcycle designs win the big Vegas competition, he’ll have enough prize money to fund his dreams…and hers. 


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I was so excited to read this book. It’s been a long time since a biker book screamed at me and I was dying to read it.

This isn’t your typical biker book. There is no MC, there’s no danger, there’s no grit, there’s no violence. Quinn is a biker in the sense that he loves motorcycles, he loves riding them, building them and designing them. And HE. IS. AWESOME.

There’s definitely a meet-cute between Quinn and Kelli when she suddenly stops in her car and Quinn hits her with his motorcycle and flies off his bike and onto her car. I was laughing as Quinn was recovering from getting the wind knocked out of him and wondering if he was going to die “under the chassis of a mass-produced hulk of acid green hybrid auto.

I loved the immediate friendship and attraction that developed and how it grew from there to them considering keeping in touch past the weekend. I especially loved that it was     Quinn’s idea for him to help her out for the weekend as opposed to Kelli seeing an opportunity and begging him. It was just a nice change of pace from other books that have a similar premise of needing a fake boyfriend/girlfriend/fiancé/spouse for the weekend.

I have to say that I LOATHED Kelli’s bff Brae. She treated Kelli like crap and I was so happy when Kelli finally called her on it. The only reason I rated the book a 4.5 out of 5 was because of Brae (I hold grudges!). She has a change of heart/about face toward the end that was a little too quick for me to believe. I just didn’t like her and didn’t believe that she was sincere.

Overall, I really did love this story. I loved Kelli and Quinn, their connection and how even though things moved quickly between them, I wasn’t left feeling that it was too fast.      

(one of our favorite parts because it was so funny!!!!)

Kellie was trying to figure out how to politely excuse Quinn for the night without sinking to the floor, wrapping herself around his knees, and begging him to stay and hang out with her when the first sex sounds came through the hotel walls.

They were not soft, gentle gasps of pleasure. No, these were groans and moans worthy of the Haunted Mansion at Disney World.

She was mortified. Here was this nice guy—a complete stranger who had sacrificed his entire evening to do her a favor—and he was trapped in a hotel room listening to people have sex. The fact that it was people she knew made it so much more horrifying.

So, this was weird. What now? “I guess they’re busy enough—you could probably escape, if you want.”

But then he gave that grin—a grin she bet had gotten Quinn into, and out of, an awful lot of trouble in his youth—and said, “No way. I bet we can have louder, better sex.”

Her whole body flushed at the thought, completely on board with the idea, but her brain was still engaged enough to recognize that she barely knew this man.

Looking right into her eyes, he let out a bellow like a wounded bull. This was followed by a deep, rumbling, “Oh, Kellie, baby. I have been waiting for this forever.”

She nearly choked on the giggles that erupted.

“Yeah? You like that, don’t you?” he said—loudly—motioning her toward the bed. He sat down, hard, onto the mattress, bouncing the box springs enough to creak.

She jumped on next to him and they alternated bounces, making sounds that she prayed she never really made during sex. Although if sex with Quinn was even half as good as it seemed like it might be, she didn’t care what she sounded like or who would hear her.

“Are you ready for me, baby? Are you ready for this? Do you want this?”
“Oh, yes, Quinn. Give it to me. Let me see that big—” She stopped and stared at him. And looked at his crotch—a totally involuntary action. From what she could tell, he wasn’t completely unaffected by their little game.

And he’d seen her look. Well, the hell with it. What happened in Vegas…
“Give me that big porn star cock, you stud,” she yelled.“Oh my God, yes. Oh, I need lube! You’re bigger than my vibrator.”

Quinn cracked up, rolling over on the mattress, covering his face with the pillow to stifle his laughter.

But then he was back in the game. He turned and grabbed the headboard and began slamming it into the wall at a rate of about a million thrusts per second.

Watching the muscles of his arm work, she couldn’t help but imagine the muscles of his ass and thighs straining to pump into her and figured she probably wouldn’t need lube if the real thing was coming at her even a quarter that hard and fast. Just the idea was making her feel a little slippery.

But as impressive as Quinn was, Kellie wasn’t going to let him be the master of her domain just yet. She stood on the bed and began to bounce, letting out vigorous “unh, unh, unhhhhhs.”

Quinn turned to watch her and said, “Faster, baby, faster.” Then he leaned back against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his head, legs stretched out on his side of the bed.

So she jumped faster. And higher. And realized that she had on a skirt, and was jumping up and down right above a hot guy that she barely knew, and he was—yes, he was looking up her skirt. When he wasn’t watching her boobs bounce.

And from the looks of things below his belt, he was enjoying the show.
Recognition caused her to lose her footing. One foot slipped off the bed, and with a cry she flew forward—toward Quinn’s reclining self, landing on him—and coming to rest with her face inches from his.

“Hi,” he said, after he caught his breath.

“Uh, hi.”

There was silence next door.

“Think we impressed your friends with our virility?”

“Oh, yeah.” Kellie was impressed with the hot, hard body beneath hers. Her legs were intertwined with his and his leg pressed against the hem of her skirt. His thigh wasn’t quite all the way between hers, but with a wiggle or two—She froze. The air-conditioning wafted over her slightly sweaty skin, cooling everything that wasn’t touching Quinn.

Her hands rested on his solid shoulders, and he had one palm on her waist and one on the back of her thigh, where her knee was bent outward in that almost-straddle position. She was in a hotel room staring into the mesmerizing eyes of a stranger in a very compromising position. If he wasn’t honorable…or if she wasn’t— And she was beginning to doubt her good-girl status.

He let her go just as she squirmed off him and to her side.

Could you say awkward?

“So. In your romance-land fake boyfriend world, do I roll over and go to sleep now that my caveman requirements have been met or do I pretend to want to cuddle, or what?”

And just becasue we loved this so much, we had to include a second excerpt...dirtier than the first ;) 

(This one also had us laughing. Quinn and Kelli are just pure awesomesauce!!!)

For the first time in her life, Kellie was glad she wasn’t skinny, because Quinn couldn’t seem to stop touching her, squeezing her, stroking her everywhere. Except where she needed him most.

“Quinn, my lady parts are feeling neglected,” she finally gasped. “Please, can we—”

He laughed against her breast and raised his head, quirking a brow. “Your lady parts?”

She shoved at his shoulder, affronted. “You know what I mean. Please—”
He ran a hand along the divide between her legs from her knees upward, stopping just short of touching her there.

“You mean your garden of delights?” He kissed her. “Your love shack?”

“Quinn…” She parted her legs, in no mood for teasing, about to die of arousal.

“Your lotus of love?”

She laughed, and he finally touched her, slipping his fingers against her folds, easing the throbbing by creating a new tension.

“I got that from Her Shanghai Prince. Do you prefer purple passion petals?” he murmured against her lips, tracing his fingers around her, soothing and arousing at the same time.

“Purple?” she breathed. “That sounds dangerous.”

“I read that in Love’s Greatest Heartache.” He tilted his head at the nightstand, where a pile of classic historical romances had landed.
He left her mouth and kissed down the center of her chest.

“You read a lot of romance?”

“Research,” he said. “I took a couple home with me this morning.” Then he tongued her stomach, trailing over her belly button, dropping kisses until he was poised between her legs. “There’s purple, pink, rose, dusky rose, flushed red…”

“Quinn…” Kellie could barely breathe, he was so hot and large, holding her thighs apart and staring down at her body.

“But you? You’re definitely hot pink,” he confirmed, grinning up at her. “And your pleasure bud is calling my name.”

DubThat2Step by Hubba Dub (Entangled Music) : This is the song that Kellie got at the party when she requested Hank William’s Sr. meets Earth, Wind, and Fire:

Dating Game Bloopers: Kellie and Quinn played the dating game:

Kellie’s drunken friend dances with the go-go girls to All About That Bass:

Quinn suggests Buddy Holly tunes--or strip poker-- to pass the time:

When Quinn and Kellie pull into his parents driveway, she’s reminded of Dallas:

Dancing at the party: Uptown Funk:

And slow dancing at the party: I’ll Make Love To You, by Boyz to Men:

Teri Anne Stanley
Teri Anne Stanley began her writing career with scientific articles—followed by a three-ingredient recipe column, but wasn’t allowed to write sex scenes for them—so now she writes fun, sexy romance filled love, angst and nekkid parts. She’s also worked as a fashion designer for female body builders and a sex therapist for rats. In her spare time, she is a neuroscience research assistant. Along with a variety of teenagers and dogs, she and Mr. Stanley live just outside of Sugartit, which is—honest to God—between Beaverlick, and Rabbit Hash, Kentucky.





  1. awww! This review just about makes me cry.
    So glad you liked AiLwtB!!!

    1. Thank you so much for allowing us to review this! We totally loved it and can't wait to read more of your books! ♥