Friday, May 29, 2015

Sin (Devil's Den #3) by Violetta Rand

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Sin proves that passion goes beyond smoldering desire when hearts dance to their own special beat.   

Every woman at the Devil’s Den strip club has a story to tell, and Macey Taylor is no exception. Smart and self-reliant, she’s got a chip on her shoulder, a broken heart, and no patience for a sexy new manager with an Ivy League pedigree and a strict set of rules. Macey prefers to break rules, something she lets Joshua Camden know from the start—even as he ignites a fire in her that goes beyond the hottest club in town. Joshua is working the Devil’s Den for all it’s worth, learning everything he can about the adult-entertainment game before investing in a place of his own. Macey is a surprise: a woman as strong-willed as she is gorgeous. Joshua wants to get inside her world, to see through her eyes. But he soon discovers that seduction is a two-way street—and expecting redemption without risking his heart may be the greatest sin of all.
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Goodreads Link:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23256180-sin?ac=1 

Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/136346-devil-s-den 

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Excerpt

I’ve heard enough; maybe I should take another week off and recover from my messy life before I try to make nice with the guy sitting at Henry’s old desk. Nope. Face on, baby. I march to the office and knock. At first no one answers, so I pound on the door again.

“Come in,” I hear.

I prance inside, ready to work some magic. Only he’s not what I expected. In fact, I’m near speechless. I know clothes, including men’s fashion. That’s a charcoal tonal-stripe, two-piece Brioni suit hugging the broadest set of shoulders I’ve ever seen. I clear my throat, quickly reconsidering my approach.

He doesn’t even bother looking up. “Never seen a man in a suit before, Ms. Taylor?”

How did he know my name and what I was thinking? Arrogant bastard. “Not behind Henry’s desk,” I answer, completely disarmed.

My gaze shoots around the familiar space. The old saloon artwork has been replaced with inspirational sport prints. I’m drawn to one in particular that features a football player sprinting with a ball in his hands. I snicker at the caption: strive—respect cannot be learned, purchased or acquired—it can only be earned.

“Do you find something humorous?” He finally looks up from his paperwork.

His emerald gaze is piercing. And I’m already crushing on this Jensen Ackles look-alike with a mane of unruly blond curls. “Yeah,” I snap. “Your ridiculous policies.” I instantly regret what I said. But talk about an icy welcome, he didn’t even say hello. Neither did you, I remind myself.

He studies me, making my insides squirm. “I’m fully aware of the problems most of the women have with the new rules.” He gestures to the guest chair nearest me. “Please, sit.”

I do.

“I’m also acquainted with your history, Ms. Taylor.” He thumbs through a stack of files, then pulls one from the pile, dropping it on top of his desk. “I’ve read your personnel file cover to cover.”

I’m not surprised. It’s pretty thick—like a paperback, really. “And?”


He gives me a lopsided grin. “Are you familiar with the term charismatic leadership?”


I tap my chin. Is that what he thinks I am? “Many of history’s most effective leaders have been charismatic . . .”


“Yes,” he cuts me off. “I believe Charles Manson falls under the same category.”


What the hell? “Not that kind of killa,” I assure him, leaning forward. “And I’m not comfortable with what you’re insinuating.”

“And what’s that?” He places his elbows on the desk, then folds his hands.


“Didn’t they teach you any manners at that state school?” I ask, knowing full well he’s Ivy League. I hurriedly scan the wall behind him, sure his grad degree will be hanging there in a sterling silver or pewter frame. I know his type too well. “You look corn-fed. Iowa State University?”

He chuckles. “Now I’m the one who doesn’t know whether I should be offended or flattered.” He reclines in his chair. “I’m a Cornell graduate, Ms. Taylor.”

“Impressive,” I say. “How does that correlate with running off half the girls from the hottest club in Corpus?”

He ignores my question and instead, extends his hand. “Joshua Camden.”

Having just shed one pedigreed asshole, I’m in no hurry to meet another. But I take his hand anyway. “Charmed.”
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This is book three in the series and this is Macey's story; we have a cheating dirtbag boyfriend and a hot new boss Joshua, with whom she has instant chemistry.

Macey is a strong lead and her bickering with Joshua really adds to the way the two characters just click. Of course, we have drama in the form of exes trying to snake their ways back into the picture, but that's okay because it just gets you more hooked.

Throughout the series we've seen glimpses of Macey and now that she has her own book we get her full story and so much more insight into her. Joshua is at first Mr. Stick-up-his-ass all these rules and regulations but he's totally forgiven because all of that is what ignites the spark between him and Macey.
Rating 4 out of 5 
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Author Info

Displaying Violetta.pngRaised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy as an undergraduate before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as an environmental scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments.

Violetta still lives in Anchorage, Alaska and spends her days writing evocative New Adult romance and historical romance. When she’s not reading, writing, or editing, she enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.


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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

October Faction Volume 1 (October Faction, #1) by Steve Niles, Damien Worm (Illustrator)

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Think the Addams family in modern times with a lot more ass-kicking action.

The art was good and I was totally digging the dark, haunted vibe of the town. 

My absolute favorite scene is where Frederick (the dad) kills his nemesis (temporarily, the bad guys always find a way to resurrect themselves) and his kids are like you killed him and he's like yeah, wanna bury the body like a family?

The family dynamics were just so funny and the art really has you wanting to read more, plus the ending was such a hooker.

Rating 5 out of 5 
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Twisted Dark, Volume 2 (Twisted Dark #2) by Neil Gibson

22376418Like Volume 1 we get a compilation of illustrated short tales that focus on the inner darkness and deplorability of humans. It's an interesting and somewhat disturbing read. I mean, there was one story where I was like damn that is just so wrong.

Overall, not for everyone's taste, but definitely worth checking out.

Rating 5 out of 5 
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Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Seduced by Sunday by Catherine Bybee

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Title: Seduced by Sunday
Author: Catherine Bybee
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Summary

Meg Rosenthal: Matchmaker by day, realist by night, Meg is not about to get swept away by a charming, darkly handsome businessman in a designer suit. She’s come to a beautiful secluded resort to evaluate the private island’s potential for her agency, not to ogle its owner. But there’s something about the magnetic man that’s hard to resist, even for a woman who refuses to fall in love.

Valentino Masini: A successful and drop-dead sexy businessman, Valentino is used to having the finer things in life. Yet he’s never wanted someone the way he wants Meg, who’s stirring up a hurricane of trouble in his heart. But just as he decides to convince her to stay, someone else decides it might be time to get Meg off the island…permanently.
                 
Excerpt

Val brushed the side of her face with the back of his hand, moved closer.

Meg stopped playing, felt her pulse jump.

“Where’s Michael?” Val whispered.

“Michael?” The name didn’t register.

Val lifted his left eyebrow. “The man you’re here with.”

Right. “He’s a …” Damn, he smelled edible.

Val’s palm captured her neck and guided her to her feet. “He’s just a friend, isn’t he, Margaret?”

The way Val’s lips moved drew her closer. The need to taste them, feel them on hers was impossible to walk away from. “If I told you we were more than friends…”

Val’s eyes traveled from her lips to her eyes. “Then I’d have to let you go.” He loosened his fingers on her neck, but instead of moving away, Meg leaned in.

“Sounds like you might regret that decision.” She laid a hand on his firm chest. The man wasn’t soft under his stuffy suits.

“I don’t pursue another man’s woman.”

He wasn’t moving away.

“Good to hear, Masini.” She lifted her lips close to his, felt his breath mix with hers. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

Val hesitated for a nanosecond, and then took her lips. His closed-mouth kiss started off soft, like a hesitant man worried about rushing. Yet when Val wrapped his free hand around her waist, and his body fit against hers, Meg opened for him, encouraged him to taste.

When he did she lost it. He tasted of bourbon and sex. God help her, she wanted to crawl into his kiss and explore it for hours. The man kissed like he was on a mission. And maybe he was. Who knew if Val Masini made it a weekly occurrence to kiss a new woman? Somehow, she didn’t think so. He was too reserved most of the time.

Not now … not with his tongue exploring her and his strong hands pressing the small of her back closer. Every hard ridge of the man met with every soft curve of hers.

The kiss went on until she found her chest tightening with a familiar warning. Sexual excitement had to be paced or she might find herself in a full-blow asthma attack. A frustrating fact of her life in the last few years. One that kept her single most of the time, her encounters lukewarm at best.

Val was threatening the air in her lungs with just a kiss.

A heated knock her on her ass kiss, but a kiss nonetheless.

She eased away and Val chased her lips.

She tried to slow her breathing, couldn’t catch a deep breath. “Wait,” she managed, pulling away.

“Too much, cara?”

You have no idea.
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New York TimesUSA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Catherine Bybee not only has experience writing about mending hearts, but she’s also helped fix a few during her tenure as a registered nurse. These real-life experiences sometimes make their way into her books, giving her Weekday Brides and Not Quite series the personal touch that readers have come to adore. Born and raised in Washington State, she now writes full-time from her sunny home in Southern California.

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Flirting on Ice by Veronica Forand, Susan Scott Shelley

23453912This is a sweet story all about meeting Mr. Right / Mrs. Right at the wrong time. Super star hockey player Zac Elliot is in the middle of new contract negotiations with Patrick Ryan and his team; and to make things better he is finally getting to know Mrs. Right.

Heather Ryan is spending time with Mr. Right and falling deeply in love with his kind nature, only problem is he plays on her father's pro-hockey team.

Zac and Heather try to navigate a secret relationship, while keeping the media and crazy superstitious hockey fans at bay.

The characters were so nice and the grand gesture Zac does to show his lady just how much he loves is so romantic.

Rating 5 out of 5
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Thursday, May 21, 2015

Exposed (Ethan Frost #3) by Tracy Wolff

Displaying Exposed.jpgEthan Frost, the irresistible leading man from the New York Times bestsellers Ruined and Addicted, returns once again in Exposed—a novel that’s perfect for fans of J. Kenner and Sylvia Day.

Will Ethan Frost go too far for the woman he loves?

The moment Chloe Girard walked into my life, she exposed secrets and emotions I always thought were best kept buried.

She wants to move on, to ignore the past. But I can’t do that. Not when she still suffers. And not when the man who hurt her remains unscathed. So when I discover the perfect opportunity to make him pay for what he did to Chloe, I can’t walk away, no matter the consequences.

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My love for Chloe is absolute. I just hope it’s enough to save us both.

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Excerpt

I wait for Sebastian to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just settles back into his chair. Watches. Waits. He’s good at that. Good at gathering all the facts before making a decision. It’s part of the reason I’m here. He’s also loyal as fuck. Another reason I’m here. And he knows me better than just about anyone, even Chloe.

Which is the only reason I’m okay showing him my weakness here. Because he already sees it. Just like I see his.

“I can’t fucking sleep,” I finally tell him, staring down into my empty glass and wishing for a little more scotch to make confession time go more easily. “Can’t fucking breathe. All I can do is think about what he did to her. About how he raped her and then shoved her out of the car onto the street like she was garbage. Like she was nothing.

“And she’s not the only one he did that to.” Because I’m clenching my hand so tightly I’m afraid I’ll break the glass I’m holding, I slam it down onto the coffee table between us. The sharp crack it makes when it hits echoes through the room like a shot. “He just turned twenty-five.

He’s running for fucking Congress. It’s his first step toward the White House and there’s a damn good chance he’s going to win the seat. He’s a fucking rapist and he’s going to be a fucking member of the House of Representatives. Give it a few years and then he’ll be a senator and then who the fuck knows? President?

“The thought makes me fucking sick, Sebastian. Chloe still has nightmares about what he did to her and that bastard is going to get a seat in Congress? Over my dead body. Over my dead, fucking body.”

I probably sound like a crazy man, but I can’t help it. Shit, this is Chloe I’m talking about.

This is my woman who’s been hurt—and the fact that I unwittingly played a part in it? It makes my skin crawl.

Sebastian must get it, though, because instead of commenting on the fact that I seem a little unhinged, he just watches me over the rim of his scotch as he takes another sip. And then he asks, “So what’s the plan?”

“The plan?” I echo, not because I don’t have one but because—despite the fact that we’ve been friends since we were eighteen-year-old college roommates—I expected more questions from him. A little bit of doubt, maybe.

But there is no doubt. There’s nothing but support and assurance in his gaze when he clarifies, “What are we going to do about it?”

That loyalty, that absolute I’ve-got-your-back attitude is part of the reason I’m here. Because he’s always had my back, just like I’ve always had his.

“We’re going to ruin him,” I tell him, determined that he knows exactly what he’s getting into with this. “I can’t send him to jail—at least not for raping Chloe. Not with the ironclad NDA she’s signed. But I’ve been digging and the son of a bitch has been playing fast and loose with the law since before he was legal. He’s a rapist and a thief and a dealer—and that’s just what I know about so far. There’s no way he’s winning that election. No fucking way.”

“What does Vegas have to do with any of that?” Sebastian asks. “Because you could have filled me in on this over the phone.”

This is where it gets tricky. Not because I think he’ll chicken out, but because I know what I have to say next will enrage him. But it has to be said . . . and dealt with. “He’s got his fingers—and his trust fund—in a bunch of different pies here. Anthony Zanetti. Gabriel Santini.” I look at him and wait for him to connect the dots.

“Nico Valducci.” He says the name I didn’t want to. “My father’s been in bed with him for years.”

“Yeah, I know. I was hoping to talk to your dad while we were here, get some information from him, but it looks like you’re in charge now.”

“I am. And I have a meeting set up with Nico early next week. To discuss the fact that I’m not as amenable to organized crime in my casino as my father has always been.”

“Do you.” He’s got me thinking now. We’ve got to handle this carefully if we don’t want blowback from the mob—which I definitely don’t, for Chloe’s and Sebastian’s sakes—and I can totally see a couple avenues we can exploit, if we’re careful. And if we don’t mind getting our hands a little dirty.

Normally, I’m not a guy who likes to mess with that. I’ve made it my life’s mission to run a transparent corporation, one that takes care of its employees and the world and does a lot more good than harm. After all, my world is pretty black and white, good and bad—or it always has been until now. I’ve always tried to be on the right side of the line, have always kept my business on that line as well.

But this is about Chloe and what was done to her. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do to avenge her. And there isn’t much I wouldn’t do to stop the despicable excuse for a human being that is my brother from getting the kind of power that would let him hurt more people with impunity. To bring him down and guarantee Chloe’s emotional security? I’ll get my hands dirty for that. And I probably won’t even feel bad afterward.

Though Sebastian hasn’t said anything else, I can all but see the wheels turning in his head.

So I ask, “What are you thinking?”
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What did I think?

I'm still at a loss for words; book one ended with such an OMG moment and in book two after a few too many downs, things are looking up. Book three picks ups exactly where book two left off and this time Ethan is going after baby bro Brandon, not just for Chloe, but for everyone he's ever hurt. If you thought the previous books were good, you will flip when you read this one. A little side note, do you remember Sebastian and Aria from Play Me, well they make an appearance in this one. YAY Crossovers!  The most dramatic moment in this book will have you screaming finally and I'm just gonna throw this out there but I never thought it was possible to hate Ethan's mom any more than I already did from the previous books.

I know we are promised a fourth book in this gripping series, but honestly, the ending in this one was just absolutely perfect. Things finally look really good for Ethan and Chloe that I'm afraid of what the next book holds in store. Just when you think this story can't get any better it does, Ms. Wolff really knows how to write incredible stories that keep you flipping the pages like there is no tomorrow.

Rating 5 out of 5
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Author Info

Displaying Tracy.jpgTracy Wolff collects books, English degrees and lipsticks and has been known to forget where—and sometimes who—she is when immersed in a great novel. At six she wrote her first short story—something with a rainbow and a prince—and at seven she forayed into the wonderful world of girls lit with her first Judy Blume novel. By ten she’d read everything in the young adult and classics sections of her local bookstore, so in desperation her mom started her on romance novels. And from the first page of the first book, Tracy knew she’d found her life-long love. Now an English professor at her local community college, she writes romances that run the gamut from contemporary to paranormal to erotic suspense.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

One Night in Vegas by C.M. Stone

23568565Eliza DeMatteo is returning to her hometown of Vegas after ten years and while during her vacation she is supposed to be spending a lot of time with her big brother that is so not the case. Come New Years Eve and a huge emergency keeps big brother busy at the hospital he tries to play matchmaker between his sister and his best friend (no, just GOD no, brother's should never play matchmakers, no matter how good the outcome, don't intervene), of course little sis tries to bail.

Unfortunately for Eliza after she tries to bail, whose car does she end up leaving a dent in, well yeah it's best friend Christian "Chris" Yerrick's car. 

Ugh, guys are such idiots, Chris once upon a time, like ten years ago broke a young Eliza's heart after leading her on. Now Chris and Eliza get a second chance thanks to big brother Jackson, Mr. "All I'm saying is I expect my first nephew to be named after me." (seriously his approach worked, but it's not recommended). 

The story was short and sweet and the characters were really realistic. I mean who hasn't had an embarrassing teenage crush moment and for those lucky enough gotten a second chance, years after the awkward years. Totally worth checking out, if you want a nice optimistic read; plus the grand gesture (you know where the guy finally comes to his senses) is super romantic.

Rating 4 out of 5
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