Wednesday, May 3, 2017

FATHER by Clarissa Wild




Title: Father
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Taboo Romance
Cover Design: Booming Covers 
Release Date: April 25, 2017



Blurb

Confess your sin. 

People call me Father, but I prefer Frank because I’m the worst preacher you’ll ever meet.

Days spent completely wasted pull a number on you, especially when you’ve got a truckload of baggage that comes with it.

Until this beautiful girl in the back of the church takes my breath away.

…And we end up committing sacrilege in the confessional.

Did I mention I’m filthy?

Bad doesn’t even begin to describe me, and after one taste of what she’s got to offer, I want more.

Too bad having a dirty mind isn’t the only thing we’ve got in common…

Our past is laced with sin. 

Author’s Note: This book is not for everyone. It’s raw. It’s vulgar. It’s downright offensive. But it’s oh so damn delicious with a capital D. If you are easily offended or prudish, please don’t read this book. But if you like a bit of humor mixed in with raunchiness and brawling, you’ll love this book.

Contains disturbing situations, strong language, and graphic violence.




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“This is my sin,” she says, and she licks her fingers and rubs them across her nipples. She moans, and my dick bounces up and down in my pants.

“Is it wrong?” she asks, biting her lip.

I blink a couple of times to try and keep my composure, but I’m burning up with desire. Fuck me, how badly I want to reach through the gaps of the latticed wood.

“It feels wrong,” she whispers, and her hand travels down her body. “Tell me to stop.”

“Only God can tell you what to do,” I answer.

What kind of answer is that? Fuck.

“I can’t speak to him the way you do,” she says, eyeing me. “So … intimately.”

So she did hear everything I said.

Damn.

Her hand dives in between her legs, underneath her skirt, and my cock bursts with need. “I believe you, Frank. You said needs were okay. And I have a lot of needs.”

I lick my lips. “Oh, I can definitely believe that.”

“And I feel … like I need this.” She rubs herself, while she looks at me. It’s like she’s not even ashamed anymore. And it’s all my fault. “Like you need this,” she adds.

I frown, rubbing my lips together, because I don’t know what to do or say. I can’t admit it. That would be a sin of its own. But fuck, do I want her badly. However, I’m a preacher. I have duties. Rules. And God. I can’t just ignore all that, can I?

“You snooped on me,” I say. “In the chapel. How much did you hear?”

“Enough.” The left side of her lip tips up into a smile. “Was that bad?”

For some reason, it makes me wanna smile too. Guess the cat’s out of the bag. “Maybe.”

“Bad … I like bad,” she murmurs, biting her lip again while she spreads her legs. “I like it when it’s wrong.”

“Is that why you did this before? In the bathroom?”

She nods, and her hand dives down her panties. “I know this is what you want. What you’ve been thinking of all this time … Me.” she asks. “C’mon, say it.”

I shake my head. “You know I can’t. We’re doing a confession. It’s against the rules.”

“No one has to find out …” she whispers, pressing her fingers to her lips. “It could be our dirty little secret.”

I try to ignore the voice in my head, telling me not to cave in, but it’s already too late. My hand rests atop my dick, and I start rubbing it straight through my clothes.

She closes her eyes and leans her head back against the hard wood, and I take the opportunity to let my eyes glide up and down her body, enjoying the view. She touches herself so seductively, that I immediately find myself rubbing faster and faster, trying to keep up the pace. I imagine how her body would look naked. How slick and wet it would be when I brush my dick along her lips. I can picture it all, and that makes this all so much more frightening. Because … if I already gave in to this, there’s no telling what I’ll do next time I see her.

“Fuck …” she murmurs, licking her lips. A soft moan escapes her mouth and she adjusts herself so I can see her even better. My hand dives into my pants, as I’m unable to stop myself any longer.

When she briefly opens her eyes and sees me jerking off, she purrs, “Do you like this?”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t …” I mutter, stroking my length. “But it’s wrong and you know it.”

“Then why are we doing it?” she asks.

“Because this is our dirty little secret,” I hiss, feeling the veins in my dick throb with excitement. “And I need to see just how naughty you can get.”

She grins and slides aside her panties with her index finger, showing me her naked pussy. And fuck me, it makes me one hungry motherfucker. What I wouldn’t give to be able to suck on her clit.

“Is it wrong that we’re doing this?” she asks. “Because I’m so damn wet right now.”

“Do you even care there are people just a few feet away from us?” I ask.

She shakes her head, grinning even more. “That only adds to the excitement.”

God, this fucking woman … she sure knows how to make a guy’s heart throb. And his dick too.

At this point, I really don’t care anymore.

Screw the consequences.

Fuck morals.

I’ve thrown every rule out the window.

I rip down my zipper, unbutton my pants, and pull my dick out of my boxer shorts.

Her eyes widen and immediately focus on my length, her lips parting as if she’s preparing to receive it.


“My eyes are up here,” I muse, smiling.





Author Bio


Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.



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Friday, August 5, 2016

JONQUILS FOR JAX by Katy Regnery - BOOK BLITZ


Jonquils for Jax, The Rousseaus #1 by Katy Regnery

Date of Publication: August 5, 2016

Blurb


Did you fall in love with The English Brothers? Were you hot for the Winslows? Katy Regnery's New York Times bestselling Blueberry Lane series continues with The Rousseau siblings in Summer 2016!

Jacqueline "Jax" Rousseau is vivacious, rich, smart and beautiful…but that doesn't mean she's lucky in love: she's dated doctors, lawyers, actors and politicians who've all managed to end up disappointing her. In fact, she's on a self-imposed hiatus from love when she has an unpleasant run-in with her neighbor's gorgeous new landscaper, Gardener Lenox. Jax is not accustomed to gruff, ill-mannered men that can't be charmed, but when he saves her skin, she realizes that something about Gard intrigues her...and if she can find her way through the armor that surrounds his heart, she might finally find a love that won't let her down.








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About Katy Regnery



Katy Regnery, award-winning and Amazon bestselling author, started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract for a winter romance entitled By Proxy.
Now a hybrid author who publishes both independently and traditionally, Katy claims authorship of the six-book Heart of Montana series, the six-book English Brothers series, and a Kindle Worlds novella entitled "Four Weddings and a Fiasco: The Wedding Date," in addition to the standalone novels, Playing for Love at Deep Haven and Amazon bestseller, The Vixen and the Vet.
The Vixen and the Vet is included in the charity anthology Hometown Heroes: Hotter Ever After, and Katy's novella "Frosted" appeared in the Jan '15 anthology, Snowy Days Steamy Nights. Additionally, Katy's short story, "The Long Way Home" appeared in the first RWA anthology (Feb '15), Premiere.
Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, and two dogs create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.

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Thursday, August 4, 2016

HANDS ON by Cathryn Fox - BOOK BLITZ

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by Cathryn Fox Hands On #1 Publication Date: July 18, 2016 Genres: Adult, Serial, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Romance

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Synopsis: Hands On is the first of a three-part erotic series from New York Times and USA best-selling author Cathryn Fox.
When hot as hell Danielle Lang showed up and asked me to teach her about sex, I thought I was hallucinating. Turns out the beautiful psychologist needed an extra bit of schooling in all things sexual so she could teach a class. I’m always up for helping a friend. I mean, it’s the least I can do. What I wasn’t expecting is for her to turn the tables and teach me a few things. Only this short-term promise of two weeks in her bed is going by a little too quickly. Not that I’m thinking forever or anything.
I’ve got a football career to get back to. And she doesn’t want to be a part of my world. There’s no way we can be together—so I’m going to make sure I enjoy every sexy second….
This is the first of a three-part series full of mind-blowing sex, featuring a dirty-mouthed football player who knows the score and an inexperienced therapist who needs to learn it. HANDS ON is sure to leave readers begging for more. The next installment, Body Contact, will be published August 2016.
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Cathryn Fox
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.

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Thursday, July 21, 2016

CLOSE TO YOU by Kristen Proby - EXCERPT



CLOSE TO YOU by Kristen Proby, on sale from William Morrow August 9. 2016

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Proby comes the second novel in her sizzling Fusion series that began with Listen to Me

Camilla, “Cami,” LaRue was five years old when she first fell in love with Landon Palazzo. Everyone told her the puppy love would fade—they clearly never met Landon. When he left after graduation without a backward glance, she was heartbroken. But Cami grew up, moved on, and became part-owner of wildly popular restaurant Seduction. She has everything she could want...or so she thinks.

After spending the last 12 years as a Navy fighter pilot, Landon returns to Portland to take over the family construction business. When he catches a glimpse of little Cami LaRue, he realizes she’s not so little any more. He always had a soft spot for his little sister’s best friend, but nothing is soft now when he’s around the gorgeous restauranteur.

Landon isn’t going to pass up the chance to make the girl-next-door his. She’s never been one for romance, but he’s just the one to change her mind. Will seduction be just the name of her restaurant or will Cami let him get close enough to fulfill all her fantasies?

About KRISTEN PROBY
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Proby is the author of the bestselling Fusion, With Me In Seattle, The Boudreaux, and Love Under the Big Sky series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong, humorous characters with a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type; fiercely protective and a bit bossy, and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen lives in Whitefish, Montana, where she enjoys coffee, chocolate and sunshine. And naps.


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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

SAVAGE THINGS by Callie Hart - COVER REVEAL


Release date: August 16th

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Zeth

At the eye of a violent storm, everything is calm. It’s only when the storm shifts that your life explodes into chaos.

The $#*& is finally about to hit the fan for Zeth. After months of blissful quiet, the wolves are at his door, teeth bared and snarling, baying for blood, and the sinister elements of the Seattle underground are closing in tight. In other words, things are about to get bad. Real fucking bad.

Zeth Mayfair isn’t your average criminal, though.

If the New York mob wants his allegiance, they’re gonna have to force him to submit. If the cops want his ass in chains, they’re gonna have to catch him first.

He’ll kill the wolves. He’ll ride out the storm. He’ll make his enemies suffer. Zeth Mayfair is about to crown himself ruler of the city, and fuck anyone who dares to take on the king.

They will obey, or they will fall.

The choice is theirs.


Sloane

Death is a bitch.

Sloane Romera sees death every day, looks it square in the eye, and she does not flinch. When Mason Reeves brings his little sister into St. Peter’s emergency room, a dark cloud hangs over the kid—one Sloane recognizes all too well. Millie is gravely ill, but it's not too late. Sloane's determined to do everything in her power to help her, regardless of the cost, regardless of how many rules she must break in the process. 

Mason’s struck a deal with the devil, though. A deal that has painted a huge target on Sloane’s back. There’s every chance she’ll be dead by morning, and the man she loves might not be able to save her this time.

If there’s one thing Sloane knows, it’s that you can’t cheat death. When the Grim Reaper demands a life, a life must be given. Bargaining won’t work. Begging is futile.

A life for a life.

The debt must be paid in full.

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Monday, July 18, 2016

HANDS ON by Cathryn Fox - BOOK BLITZ

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by Cathryn Fox Hands On #1 Publication Date: July 18, 2016 Genres: Adult, Serial, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Romance

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Synopsis: Hands On is the first of a three-part erotic series from New York Times and USA best-selling author Cathryn Fox.

When hot as hell Danielle Lang showed up and asked me to teach her about sex, I thought I was hallucinating. Turns out the beautiful psychologist needed an extra bit of schooling in all things sexual so she could teach a class.
I’m always up for helping a friend. I mean, it’s the least I can do. What I wasn’t expecting is for her to turn the tables and teach me a few things. Only this short-term promise of two weeks in her bed is going by a little too quickly. Not that I’m thinking forever or anything.

I’ve got a football career to get back to. And she doesn’t want to be a part of my world. There’s no way we can be together—so I’m going to make sure I enjoy every sexy second….

This is the first of a three-part series full of mind-blowing sex, featuring a dirty-mouthed football player who knows the score and an inexperienced therapist who needs to learn it. HANDS ON is sure to leave readers begging for more. The next installment, Body Contact, will be published August 2016.
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Chapter One 

Danielle Lang planted her elbows on the café table and pressed her forehead into her palms. “How could I have gotten myself into such a mess?” “Because you need the money,” her best friend Violet supplied as she sipped a mocha latte and eyed the cute guy making his way to the barista. “There are worse ways to pay the bills, you know, and if you ask me this is a pretty sweet gig.” “Sweet gig?” Danielle dropped her hands, the loud bang on the table gaining the attention of the women sitting two rows over. She leaned forward to avoid unwanted listeners and lowered her voice. “Violet, this is serious.” Violet’s gaze jerked back to Danielle’s, her dark hair falling over her shoulders. “I know it is, but come on.” She gave an easy shrug. “You’re a psychologist, fresh out of graduate school. Really, how hard can it be to teach sex therapy to a bunch of incoming freshmen?” “Hard.” “That’s what she said.” Violet grinned over her cup, and Danielle laughed, despite the misery weighing her down. She loved her friend, she really did, but Violet didn’t understand the severity of the situation. When it came to sex, Violet would graduate cum laude, and Danielle, well, she could be found at the bottom of the class. With one elbow planted on the table, Violet flipped her palm face up. “Look, you get in, offer some by-the-book therapy, and get out. Then you get a nice, fat paycheck for your time so you can pay down your debt and open your own family counseling practice like you want to. I’m not really seeing the problem here.” Danielle sank back in her chair and twisted a long strand of hair around her finger, a common habit when she was nervous. “I know that’s the plan, and I have book knowledge on sex therapy, but how can I honestly teach anyone about the emotions behind sex, the hang-ups, the fetishes when I don’t understand them myself?” Violet wagged dark brows over deep green eyes. “Ooh, fetishes. My favorite subject.” Danielle crinkled her nose and pushed up her glasses. “I just don’t get it. Some of the fetishes I’ve read about seem strange, maybe even a bit deviant.” “That’s because you haven’t tried anything.” “You’re absolutely right.” Decision made, she flattened her hands on the table. “Which is why I need to back out of this job before I get kicked out. There is no way I can teach a group of students about intimacy and the need for desirability in humans if I’ve never had any hands-on experience.” Violet stared at her from across the tiny table, obviously still not seeing the problem. Danielle sighed and tried again. “Remember that dysfunctional family I lived with? The religious ones I told you about?” Violet sipped her drink. “Yeah.” “Well, they went to their priest for marriage counseling. I kept thinking, what does a priest know about marriage, and how can he possibly give advice if he’s never been married?” “That’s it!” The cup her friend was holding came down so hard it clattered on the saucer and splattered coffee over the rim. Danielle’s head jerked back with a start. “What’s it?” “You’ll just have to get the hands-on experience you need.” Violet sat up straighter in her seat, her eyes narrowing shrewdly, her finger tapping the tabletop as she looked at the patrons in the café. Shit. Danielle knew that look. Violet was on a mission, and once she went into fix-it mode, there was no stopping her. She leaned forward and rapped her knuckles on the table to get her attention. “If you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, forget it.” “It’s the perfect solution. Two weeks of hands-on training to give you the experience you need before the summer semester starts.” She pointed to the guy she’d been admiring earlier. “What about him?” Oh, hell no! Danielle grabbed her friend’s hand and pushed it down. “I am not going to walk up to some random guy and ask him to have sex with me,” she whispered between clenched teeth. “Okay, then, how about a not-so-random guy?” She groaned. “Stop. Just…stop, okay? This isn’t going to happen.” “Of course it is. It’s just a matter of with whom.” The bell over the café door jingled. To keep from reaching across the table and choking her dear friend, Danielle picked up her drink, took a sip, and glanced toward the door. Ohmigod. Was that Jack Rider? Jack—badass—Rider. Her blood flowed thick and heavy as the hottest guy from her high school stepped through the portal. Like a dim-witted moth drawn to a lightbulb, she let her gaze rake over him as he strolled inside the café. She’d had a thing for him back in the day, but the star quarterback had been way out of her league in high school, and from the looks of him now, that much hadn’t changed. She’d heard about the ligament injuries that had sidelined him recently, but outside of catching a game or two on TV, and that one Christmas she’d briefly spotted him buying cold medicine at the nearby drugstore, she hadn’t seen him in person since he left Florida and went to college on a football scholarship. She gave him a once over. Twice. He was hotter than ever, which was really saying something. Despite his bum leg, he moved with surprising grace for a guy of his size, and while she tried not to stare, for the life of her she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away. She swallowed against a suddenly dry throat and took another gulp of her drink, her body warming in the way it always had when he was in the vicinity. In all her years, no guy had ever affected her the way he did. “Is that—” Violet began, and then stopped, her head bobbing back and forth between Danielle and Jack when Jack flashed a smile their way. “Ohmigod.” “Ohmigod what?” Danielle asked, trying not to sound as breathless as she felt.  “That is Jack Rider from the Seattle Kings, and you’re hot for him.” “No…yes…I mean…” “Well, holy shit. My little asexual friend is finally all worked up.” She waved her finger up and down. “Look at you, all flushed and out of breath.” Violet’s gaze dropped to Danielle’s chest. “And I just bet your nipples are hard.” Danielle set her cup down and crossed her arms over her T-shirt, hoping to hide her arousal. “I am not asexual. I’ve just been busy. And I’m not all worked up.” With a quick nod, she gestured to the fans overhead. “It’s just the air conditioner.” Liar. Violet leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ask him.” “Ask him what?” “To teach you all about sex.” She gave Danielle a look that suggested she was dense. “Isn’t that what we’ve been talking about?” “It’s what you’ve been talking about, and you’re out of your mind.” She pitched her voice low. “That’s Jack Rider. The Jack Rider.” “I don’t care if he’s Zac-frigging-Efron. He’s a well-known player, and just the guy to help you”—she waggled her brows—“bone up on sex. Give you the hands-on experience you’re looking for.” Violet turned and blatantly stared at Jack. “Jesus, look at those hands. You know what they say, the bigger the hands, the bigger the—” Danielle held her palms up to cut her friend off. “I know. I know. And there’s no proof of that.” Violet did that weird head-bobbing thing she always did when she was really getting into a plan. “Wanna bet?” “No.” “Then find out yourself. I dare you.” Ooh, how tempting. “Violet,” she warned. Cripes, her friend had to be out of her mind. She wasn’t about to ask Jack to have sex with her. She wasn’t about to ask anyone, for that matter. She’d spent her whole life doing for herself, and asking anyone for anything was just a set up for disappointment. So she wasn’t about to start now and go down a path that led to regret. “Look, you said you didn’t want to ask a random stranger to get you up to speed on the nasty, and he’s not. You already know each other. You went to high school together. Plus, he smiled at you, Danielle.” “He was probably just trying to clean something from his teeth. No way would he remember me. I was a freshman. He was a senior. We didn’t even travel in the same circles.” Although, there were those few times he offered to drive her home when it was raining, and the afternoon he helped her pick her books up when some stupid jock friend of his knocked them out of her hands and took off laughing. Rumor had it Jack punched the guy in the face later that day—but then, a lot of rumors went around her school. Violet pursed her lips. “Looks to me like he remembers you.” “Doubtful.” “Doesn’t matter. Go for it anyway. Invite him home…” Her words fell off as she extended her arms forward and with quick thrusts, jerked them back and forth. “And break in that vag-vag.” “Jesus.” Danielle lowered her head and muttered, “I am so not about to do that. And besides, who says he’d go home with me? I read the paper. I’ve seen the hot women he’s been with.” “Which means he has what it takes to give you the experience you need.” Violet snapped her fingers. “Right clothes, right shoes, right bra. You’ll be a walking wet dream in no time at all. Not that you’re not now, but we just need to put a couple of things out there.” Those “couple of things” had better not be what I think they are. Violet grabbed her own breasts and jiggled them. Well, hell. “These look good, right?” Her glance wasn’t the only one to fall to Violet’s creamy white cleavage as she squeezed her breasts. “They look amazing.” “Victoria’s Secret Bombshell bra. It adds two sizes.” She dropped her hands. “It’s all about the illusion. Just say the word, and I’ll take you shopping.” Danielle chuckled. “When it comes off, do the guys feel cheated? Is it a deal breaker?” Violet cupped one palm. “By then I usually have a fist full of balls, so I’m pretty sure no one would dare complain.” Danielle laughed out loud. “You are so bad.” “No fun in being good.” “Speaking of feeling cheated.” She leaned in and lowered her voice. “If I asked a guy for sex, which I’m not about to, don’t you think he’d be disappointed, me being an inexperienced virgin and all? I mean, how could I possibly make it good for him?” Violet blinked, did that weird head-bobbing thing again, then blinked some more. “Girlfriend, you have so much to learn. Guys dig that. Believe me, as soon as he realizes you’re chaste…” She paused to snap her fingers. “He’s going to be all over you like gravy on a biscuit.” Danielle’s gaze moved to Jack and a fine shiver scuttled through her. Sound calm, Danielle, sound calm. “You think?” Her voice came out a little higher than normal. Dammit. Way to give myself away. Violet grinned. “I know.” She checked her phone then shoved it into her purse. “Well, I have to get back.” She linked her fingers together and cracked them. “I have a one o’clock hottie in need of a little Violet therapy.” Danielle shook her head. “Maybe you should be the one teaching sex therapy.” Violet hooked her purse over her shoulder. “Come on. You’re the strongest girl I know, and you’ve never let anything keep you from getting what you want. So, go out there and do what you need to do.” She tipped her head thoughtfully. “Maybe it would be easier if you thought of it as research. We all know how much you love your research. And, of course, if you did something for him in return…” Danielle climbed to her feet and grabbed her purse. She had no intention of going through with Violet’s crazy plan, but had to admit that her friend had a point. Second to a warm plate of brownies, research was her happiest place. Choosing the project, seeking out the best resources, and then basking in the satisfaction of knowledge gained…yeah, she got off on that kind of thing. Would sex be as fulfilling? Would she…get off? Jesus, what am I doing? She shook her head to clear it and followed Violet to the door. As she exited, she could almost swear she felt Jack’s eyes on her. She stole a quick glance over her shoulder, and when her gaze collided with his, her knees nearly went out from underneath her. Those eyes. Rich, dark…a luxurious raw chocolate she could so easily lose herself in. Saliva pooled on her tongue. She spun back around quickly and hurried out the door. Why would he be staring at her like that? He must think I’m someone else. She gave Violet a quick hug good-bye and started toward her apartment. The warm sunshine beat down on her as she walked, and when she heard the bell over the café door jingle, she hurried her steps, not daring to look back. If she found Jack watching her again, she just might consider following through with Violet’s ludicrous plan. A few quick steps took her to the corner, and to the familiar For Sale sign outside a quaint downtown house. She stopped and stared at it for a moment, like she always did when passing, visualizing the place as her new home and office. It was the perfect location to set up a practice. If only I had the money. Danielle kicked her feet out and hurried to her apartment. She stopped to check the mail, and her stomach twisted when she saw the pink paper inside the window of her power bill. She ripped into it and scanned the notice. Overdue. Shit. Shit. Shit. I don’t have a choice. I have to make this job work. Well, damned if Violet’s plan didn’t seem so foolish now. Insane? Maybe. Stupid? Not so much. Ask him. She’d worked so hard, done without so much to get her education, and now, with the bills piling up and her money reserves shrinking, it could all be for nothing. Her forehead fell against the aged wood of her door as despair closed in around her. Tears burned the back of her eyelids, and for a brief moment, she wallowed in the misery that was her life. No money. No business. No family. No man. Thank God Violet couldn’t see her now. With a tired laugh, Danielle pushed off the door and dug through her purse for her key. Yeah, all her friend needed was to see her now, at her lowest, to drive home the asinine idea she’d come up with. “Sex therapist, indeed,” she muttered, stepping into her apartment and closing the door behind her. But, oh, the money would be so good. She tossed the idea around then shook her head. Am I really considering this? Then again, was having her power shut off better than marching over to Jack’s place and begging for love lessons? She wouldn’t do it. Couldn’t do it. At least, she didn’t think so. But if she did, Jack Rider would be a prime candidate for the cause, and if she offered him something in return…

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Cathryn Fox

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Instagram | Goodreads | Newsletter | Amazon Author Profile

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Sunday, July 17, 2016

DIRTY STOLEN FOREVER by Nazarea Andrews - REVIEW

SYNOPSIS:

Colt Rayburn loved Aiden Delvin, once. A lifetime ago. Before duty and the Marines took him a world away, chewed him up and spit him out.

Aiden would have waited forever for Colt to come back. But Colt didn’t want that, and he’s rebuilt his life. Without the man he loves.

When Colt comes home from a deployment that went wrong, Aiden is there. Inexplicably back in Green County and impossible to resist. He swore he’d never go back to that place, never destroy Aiden the way he had when he walked away the first time.

But Aiden grew up and changed too, while Colt played war hero.

Both of them know what they want. After all this time. But can a love story that destroyed them once be rebuilt, when life and duty still hangs over them both…

The second in a sexy new series about Green County, and the people who serve there.



REVIEW:

Colt is home after a devastating loss in Afghanistan. While he is happy to see his family and be in a familiar place with modern conveniences again, he is sad about the reason. The one person he wasn't prepared to see was Aiden. The boy he loved before the Marines sent him across the world.

Aiden never understood the reason Colt joined the Marines. Colt enlisted without even discussing it with Aiden, leaving him shattered and alone. Staying in Green County was too difficult because reminders of the life he could have had with Colt was around every turn. He's only back because his brother needed him.

When Colt and Aiden see each other at the local bar, things are tense and awkward. They both know that the attraction is still there, though. Colt just doesn't know how to bridge the gap between them and Aiden doesn't know if he wants to open himself up to heartbreak again and holds himself back.

Colt and Aiden's past is revealed through a few flashbacks that give us a good picture of what pushed Colt to join the Marines. Watching Colt open up to Aiden to reveal the truth is hard. Their relationship is so fragile and both he and Aiden are scared. Will Colt return to the Marines, leaving Aiden again? Is Aiden planning to go back to New York to continue his artistic life surrounded by other artists? They'll have to trust each other to move forward.

I don't read many M/M romances and I'm happy to say that this one is amazing! I was sucked into the story immediately and desperately wanted it to work out for Colt and Aiden. Something else I loved about this story is the acceptance that Colt and Aiden receive from family and friends in regards to their relationship. It is a non-issue, which is so needed in literature. This isn't a GLBT story. It is a love story. A second-chance romance. A story about family. The two main characters just happen to be male.

The Green County Series is definitely one you should read. The first one, DIRTY SEXY SECRET was great, too. You can read my review here.