Thursday, December 31, 2015

Invisible Ink


Lex has never felt more exposed.

She has just allowed Jake Reed, the lead singer of rock band Inkjet, to undress her and tie her to a chair backstage after a show, only to have him leave to go sign autographs.

It is the start of a dark, obsessive relationship that will lead Lex, a 20-something public relations professional from L.A., to lose herself almost entirely as she struggles to break through her sexual boundaries without falling in love with Jake, an intimidatingly gorgeous Hollywood actor/rock star who closely guards his emotions.

What starts as a series of casual hookups ends up a powerful addiction that will push Lex past all her sexual boundaries as Jake moves repeatedly in and out of her life, making few promises along the way. Lex fights to keep a sense of herself while she succumbs to Jake’s glamorous world and his irresistible allure.

*About the Author*
Elisabeth Joye used to write about Congress. Now, she writes about sex. A former political journalist, she’s wanted to write a romance novel since she was 12 and finally found the inspiration to do it by incorporating her love of concerts and musicians. Invisible Ink is her first self-published novella.

Elisabeth’s philosophy when writing romance is simple – she writes what she thinks is hot and hopes others will, too. She wants to create characters who speak, act and fall in love like real people with issues, flaws and fears. But, above all, the sex is got to be hot.

When she’s not writing, Elisabeth is a stay-at-home mom to her four-year-old son. She loves fangirling her favorite celebrities and reading true crime obsessively. She didn’t have a smartphone until 2013 and now couldn’t live without social media and text messaging. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and family. 

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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

First Touch

When Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show, she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two were once notorious party girls, they haven't spoken in years. Although the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky situations during their wild days. And what's more chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing.

Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she's drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she's forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart?

"Do you still have that blue raincoat." 
When Emily Wayborn hear's that on her mothers voicemail her life changes and she gets involved in the world of the rich and powerful. The message was from her old friend Amber, and that was their safe word for if they ever got in trouble. Emily wasn't really worried until she learns that Amber has been missing and she was last seen with Reeve Sallis, whose been accused of murder before. 

Determined to find her friend, Emily gets close to Reeve to learn his secrets and hopefully what happened to Amber. But she never imagined she could fall for the man and soon her plans for him change.

I honestly did not expect to love this book as much as I did but it blew my mind. The beginning started out a little slow but when it picked up, Whoa! Reeve was so intense and sexy as hell; I loved how much of a mystery he was and I was constantly trying to figure out what he would do next. His character is one that not everyone will like, since he's a very hard man to understand, but I loved him.

Emily's past was oddly intriguing. It was full of sleeping with men for gifts and doing drugs, which normally I hate to hear about and would make me hate a character but in this case it just made me ten times more curious about her. Her character, past and present, was a good one but I have so much more I want to learn about her so I can't wait to get the next book. 

Overall, First Touch was an amazing read and I'm kicking myself for not reading this author before now. I have to say, I'm not a big fan of just the heroines POV but I think it added to the mystery and suspense in this book which is what sucked me into the story. I want everyone I know to read this book and love it like I did - so get to it, people!

Conclusion to Emily and Reeve's story coming June 14, 2016

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Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Craving You

Being around Parker Taylor is like walking a tightrope; the feelings of lust and hate come with the sway of my emotions. One foot in front of the other keeps my life balanced until he causes my steps to falter. One day, I hate his perfect self, and the next, I want to have his babies. He’s a bad habit I can’t allow myself to become addicted to …

Being around Kelsey Whitten makes my blood rush and not only south. One minute, I’m pushing her up on the bathroom counter, and the next, she’s cussing at me from those sweet lips of hers. One taste from her smart mouth and I'm sign-me-up-for-a-twelve-step-program addicted. She’s habit-forming and that doesn’t work for me...


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Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Our Last Time Excerpt

Title: Our Last Time: A Novel
Author: Cristy Marie Poplin

Willow Monroe and Kennedy Danes have been best friend's since drawings were assignments in school. They've been joined at the hip for years. They love riding bikes together, smiling for real, and laughing, even at the wrong times.

Once their senior year of high school rolls around, Kennedy becomes terminally ill. Though he has plans that don't involve sadness, he still needs to find a way to tell Willow he only has six more months to live.

Willow and Kennedy can never say the word 'goodbye'.They have this agreement to say Hello up until their last time spent together. The sixteenth of August in the year of 1997 is when Willow and Kennedy say Hello for the last time.

Nine years later finds Willow in the smallest hospital of Chicago, working as a registered nurse. There she meets Wyatt Blanquette, a curmudgeonly patient with untapped wisdom and heart, beneath a stony exterior. When they agree to be nice to each other instead of abundantly rude, Wyatt eventually shows the fact that he sees a light in Willow that cannot burn out. Everything changes once Wyatt reveals to Willow his heart-wrenching secret.

Willow's thoughts bicker, and she has to determine whether she should suppress the feelings she's afraid of reliving, or to let them be seen -- with her heart wide open.

May 16th, 1997, 3:51p.m.

I was wearing a strapless pink dress, and it was way too pink. It was magenta. Who looked good in magenta? I definitely hadn’t.
Kennedy seemed to like it, though, so I resisted the urge to rip it off of my body and set it aflame.
“How did you know my size?” I asked him.
He bought me a pink dress for prom, which prom was scheduled for tomorrow and I wasn’t excited about it. But I liked how he’d been smiling a lot more ever since I had agreed to go with him. He smiled a lot already, he just smiled more now. It was hard to think that prom was the reason behind it.
“I kind of went in your closet when you weren’t looking, and dug around until I finally found the only dress you had,” he sighed, but he was smiling. “You’re a size two.”
That dress he found was only worn when there was a special occasion. Which it would have to be really special, and my mother would have to fight me on it. Kennedy was lucky I loved him so much. This dress was fairly atrocious.
We stood in my large bedroom and stared at my reflection through my body-length mirror that was about a foot away from my queen-sized bed.
“The bottom is very frilly, but it’s soft. I’m glad you didn’t get me one that would make me itchy everywhere.” I turned around, then looked up so I could smile at him. He hugged me over the shoulders as I grabbed his waist.
“I rented my tux, but you’ll have to pick out my pink bow tie. And shoes, Will. We don’t have prom shoes,” he said. His eyes had widened as he looked down at me, and I smirked.
“We can wear our sneakers.”
“No, we should go get shoes now.” He wasn’t going to be even a little bit original for this prom. Well, at least, I’d feel like this big mimic wearing a hideous magenta-colored dress to prom.
 “Hey…” I paused, as I backed a few inches away from him. I had an idea, but I was pretty sure it had been Kennedy’s all along. “Does your tux have ruffles? I’d be so happy if your tux had ruffles.”
His lips meshed into this half-smile thing, and my mouth dropped when he nodded. I was excited about prom now.
“I get it. I understand. And this is why you’re my best friend.”
He laughed. “And we’re going to take prom pictures, Will. We’re going to slow dance, and your head is going to rest on my shoulder. I’ll have to bend my knees a little so your head can reach my shoulder, though. And we’re also not going to get laid. We’ll be just like everyone else.”
We were going to prom to make fun of it and to do everything that’s typically done on prom night, and I wish I would have thought of it before Kennedy did.
“Should I tease my hair to make it really tacky looking? What if I wore a bow in my hair, too, Kennedy? And…” I paused, thinking. “Oh, and please tell me you got me a gigantic corsage, Kennedy. That would be so awesome.”
He grinned. “It was supposed to be a surprise, Will, but you’re way too smart for my little surprises. You figure everything out,” he sighed.
“We have to go get shoes now.” I dragged him by his hand, but he was willing to be dragged.
We rode our bikes to the closest shoe store in our small hometown in the pit of Tennessee. I hadn’t even taken the dress off, and I wore my Keds. Kennedy was wearing his Beatles t-shirt and a pair of long khaki cargo shorts, along with his high-top converse sneakers.
After placing our bikes in the corral, we smiled before locking elbows as we walked in the shoe store together.
“I have to get stilettos,” I whispered.
“And they have to be shiny,” he told me.
 “And you have to get magenta-colored men’s shoes. It’s not fair for you to only have a pink bow tie. You need to look just as ridiculous as me,” I said, grinning up at him.
I was so excited because I knew Kennedy would let me dress him up. Even if he’d look ridiculous. We’d look ridiculous together.
“If you can find magenta-colored shoes in the men’s section, that’d be great,” he chuckled.
I was sure I’d find them.
I found some clear stilettos that were shiny enough to blind someone, and Kennedy nodded in agreement when I looked to him for approval.
I sat on the bench next to him before putting them on my feet. I held my feet out in front of me, and we stared at the heels in unison.  
“How will I walk in these, Kennedy?”
“By standing,” he shrugged. “And maybe moving your feet step by step in front of you.”
“I’d fall,” I groaned. I had never walked in heels before, and I hadn’t thought about that before coming here.
“Hey, hold on a second,” he smiled. He got up from the bench and kneeled to scan the various boxes of stiletto heels. He grabbed a box of heels that were a size thirteen, and he sighed as he looked over to me.
“I don’t know what size I am in women’s, but this is the largest size I could find.”
I grinned.
He took his shoes and socks off and placed them next to mine on the ground below us.
“We can learn how to walk in heels together,” he said, as he took one of the yellow heels and successfully popped it on his left foot.
I laughed as he popped the other one on his right foot, and held his feet out in front of him like I had done. “Very Pretty,” he said.
He wouldn’t drink a milkshake through a straw, but he’d walk around wearing stiletto heels in a shoe store for me. He was a silly guy. He was my silly guy.
We had gotten up from the bench together, hand in hand. My elbow was bent forward, and my hand was held up grasping his so it would be easier for us to stand.
I was surprised we hadn’t lunged forward and landed on our faces.
“Ready?” he asked me.
I nodded. “I think.”
“That’s not ready, Will.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Kennedy, I’m ready.”
We took one small step forward, and the click of our heels made me smile.
There was about another five feet of room in front of us when he said, “You go forward on your own now. I’ll be behind you to catch you if you fall.”
I had let go of his hand, and he was standing behind me, now. I took a deep breath before taking a step forward.
“Keep your legs straight, Will.”
I smirked. “You keep your legs straight, Kennedy.”
He coughed, and I hadn’t had to turn around to know that he’d noticed and fixed his slack posture.
I had about two feet of room in front of me when I stopped and turned around to find Kennedy swirling his long arms around at his sides, about to fall backward.
My eyes widened as I went to grab his hands, and I said, “I got you.”
But I didn't have him. He fell backward, and I fell right on top of him. My hands were settled under his head so it wouldn’t crack open on the floor, and my body hit his body hard.
He groaned longingly as his hands met my waist, and he pulled my skirt down so I wouldn’t be exposed.
“Ow,” he muttered.
“Ouch,” I said, as I buried my forehead in his neck.
He chuckled lightly, and I met his eyes.
Then we laughed out loud, because we were okay, and it was funny.

Sunday, December 20, 2015


Ten years old I fell in love
Ten years was the price of that love
Ten years later our world’s re-collide

Alexandria (alex)

My brother Jonah was possessive when it came to the things he owned; this unfortunately included the people in his life. The forbidden love between his best friend and me was just that… forbidden.
Our families were from different walks of life and as a sheriff’s daughter being with a Moore’s kid would never be tolerated. To my parents their son and Dalton Moore were on different paths and their friendship would end as soon as college began but it was my brother who had a craving for trouble. He was always looking for danger, committing petty crimes and getting away with it because Dalton would take the fall, blackening his already stained name. When Jonah found out we broke the rules by loving each other, his consequences impacted us all with immeasurable suffering.
Betrayal comes with a debt and it would be paid by all of us.
One with their heart,
one with their mind
and one would pay in blood.

Alex met the love of her life at only ten years old. When Dalton moved in across the street from her, her whole life changed and from that point on she imagined herself living happily ever after with him. But life had different plans for her and at sixteen she was devastated when she was taken away from the love of her life and he never followed. 

Ten years later she's back to her old home to pack up her late fathers house. Coming back to town is the last thing she should have done, and she isn't met with a warm welcome. Especially not from Dalton, who throws her out of his bar and does nothing when she is attacked. He hates her for his own reasons and will never forgive her. But Alex doesn't want to give up on him and now that she's near him again she's determined to get to the bottom of why he hates her so much. Some things are better left buried though, and Alex only puts herself in more danger. 

This was my first Ker Dukey book and I really wasn't expecting the dark parts of the book. I went into this thinking that it would be kind of sweet and with some brothers-best-friend drama. But, oh boy, was I wrong. The first day Alex was in town and saw Dalton she left scared and with bruises, and it only got worse from there. The book is filled with hatred and had so many secrets in it that I was dying to find out about. 

I can't really say that I liked Dalton and he was actually the reason for my 3.5 rating. I hated that he was so mean to Alex for what seemed like no big issue, or at least not something that would result in him treating her like that. I like asshole Heroes and love when we get to see their struggle with being an ass but also having feelings for the heroine, but in this one he was just purely an ass and I didn't see any remorse for acting the way he did. Yes, he had his reasons, but his character, in the beginning, needed to be throat punched. And then when his character did change it was just too fast for me and wanted at least some discussion or fight or something. 

Alex was only okay for me and I really wanted to see her stand up for herself earlier in the book. I still can't really say how I feel about her because my feelings kept changing based on what was happening in the book and how she was handling it. I can say that out of the main characters that I liked her the most. 

Overall, I did like the story even with my problems with the Hero and I'm actually pretty excited for Six to get his story. I think this would be a good story for anyone that likes a little bit of a dark story and some forbidden love. 

Warning: This book has dark elements, including sexual abuse, and is not for everyone. Read at your own risk.

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Friday, December 18, 2015

From Sanctum with Love Excerpt


 Psychologist Kai Ferguson has had his eye on Kori Williamson for a long time. His assistant is everything he’s ever wanted in a partner—smart, caring, witty, and a bit of a masochist. More than a little, actually, but that’s the problem. Kori won’t admit her own desires. She’s afraid of him and what he has to offer. Luckily for her, helping patients face their fears is one of his specialties. 

Kori knows she wants Kai. Her boss is the most amazing man she’s ever met. She’s also smart enough to stay away from him. Having been down this road before, she knows it only leads to heartache. She’s just found a place where she can belong. Another failed relationship is the last thing she needs. It’s better to guard her heart and let Kai think she’s frightened of his dark, dominant nature. 

When Kai is recruited for an operation with McKay-Taggart, everything is turned upside down. Kai’s brother, international superstar Jared Johns, is in town and Kai must juggle his family issues along with a desperate hunt for a serial killer. The investigation throws Kori and Kai together, and they quickly discover the chemistry between them is undeniable. But even if their newfound love can survive his secrets and her lies, it may not be enough to save them both from a killer’s twisted obsession.   


 Kori ran back to her room and gave serious consideration to locking the door behind her. She could live here now. Sarah could stuff protein bars under the door and she could live off tap water. This could be her home for many years. As long as it took for that wicked look to get out of Kai’s eyes. 

Or he would find a way inside anyway and then her ass was grass because that man looked serious. 

She should have told him about the tires. She’d made that promise a long time before. In her attempts to avoid him the previous evening she’d decided that calling and telling him her car had been viciously attacked was counter productive to the whole point of avoiding him. Now with a whole night’s wisdom behind her, she could see that it might have been a mistake. 

Locking him out of her room would probably be another mistake. 

She turned on him. Maybe she could get out of this. “Hey, you know in all the craziness of last night I totally forgot to mention that my tires got messed up. Maybe that was a manufacturer defect or something. It’s hard to tell in the dark.” 

He stood in the doorway to her bedroom. Past him, she could still hear a lot of talking since it seemed her normally quiet house had been invaded. It didn’t matter. They could talk all they liked because all Kori could see or really hear was Kai. “Are you certain that’s the tactic you want to take with me?” 

“Nope. I’m not certain at all.” She wasn’t certain of anything. When she’d woken and realized he wasn’t still in bed with her, she’d been disappointed. She’d reached out and his side of the bed had been cold, and for a second she’d felt tears cloud her eyes. Then she’d decided it was a good thing. He’d done what she wanted him to do. He’d snuck out and avoided embarrassing morning-after stuff. Except he hadn’t. Apparently he’d invited friends over to witness the embarrassing morning-after stuff. “What are you still doing here?” 

He crossed his arms over his chest. “What am I still doing here? I was making you and your friends some breakfast. I was attempting to be a good…houseguest.” 

She was almost certain houseguest wasn’t what he’d meant to say. What other words would he have used? Boyfriend? Dom? Master? Every single one of them got her heart racing. Was she thinking of trying with Kai? Could her heart handle that? “How did everyone else get here?” 

“My brother seems to be stalking me and Case came over because he was worried about you. Apparently he knew about someone vandalizing your car.” 

That was news to her. “He did? I didn’t tell him.” 

“Who did you tell?” The question came out with an edge of irritation. 

“Sarah and Mia. I decided to wait until this morning to call someone because it was late last night.” And I’d been trying to avoid you only to end up having the best sleep of my life because I was wrapped around you. Yeah, she wasn’t going to say that. 

“How about the police? Were you going to call them? If you’re going to make an insurance claim, you’ll need a police report. Or are you going to claim that your tires died of natural causes?” 

She held her hands up, attempting to placate him. Why did her room seem so much smaller when he was in it? It was a good-sized room, but Kai took up all the space. “You’re right. I should have called last night, but I was tired and I wanted to get home and get in bed.” 

His gorgeous eyes narrowed. “You weren’t in bed. You were sitting up with your friends drinking wine. Try again.” 

“Kai, what’s going on here? It’s a couple of tires.” 

“You were supposed to call me if you got in trouble.” 

“I wasn’t really in…” What was she doing? Before yesterday, she would never have lied to Kai. Not right to his face. “I was nervous about seeing you after the scene.” 

“Finally some honesty. I’ll handle it. I’ll deal with the police and get you what you need for your insurance. The boys from McKay-Taggart will set up some discreet surveillance cameras around our parking lot.” 

There was a reason they didn’t have that. “I thought you didn’t want the patients to feel like they were walking into a secure zone.” 

Some of them had serious issues with people watching them. They dealt with a lot of PTSD patients. 

“I will deal with them. Your safety is more important. Now turn around, pull your pants down, and place your palms flat on the bed. It’s a count of thirty.” 

She could actually feel her womb spasm. “What?” 

Nothing about his face or stance told he was anything but dead serious. “This was a condition of your employment. It has been from the beginning.” 

If she wasn’t careful her damn jaw was going to hit the floor. “I remember the conditions of my employment. Are you saying if I’d been late and hadn’t called, you would have spanked me?” 

“I suppose we should be happy you’re a very prompt girl. And you tend to be good about calling. We’ll never know. What I do know is that after last night, I will definitely spank you and you’ll enjoy it. You might start showing up late just so you can walk into my office and present that juicy ass to me.” He moved in front of her, staring down at her with heat in his eyes. “I want you to think before you tell me no. I want you to question which side of the Kori I know is going to win this battle. Is it the funny, happy, brave Kori who never stands down from a challenge, or the one who’s denied herself for years because some idiot asshole Dom made her feel small. I won’t ever make you feel small. My job in life will be to lift you up, to help you be strong.” 

His words cut through her. “What are you saying, Kai? Is this about you being my boss or acting as my play partner?” 

She thought they’d worked it out last night. 

His hands cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look up at him. “I’m acting as your Dom, Kori, and you know it. You can pretend all you like. You can call it whatever you want to, but you know how this ends. This ends with you and me.”      

About the Author

Lexi_Blake  NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn't until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem. 

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Dear Professor

Dear Professor,

Does it bother you that you’re ten years older than me?
Have you ever thought it’s wrong that you watched me fuck another guy on camera for months?
What do you want from me, really? All I wanted was my letter of recommendation, but now I’m stuck, aren’t I? Stuck under your thumb… And your body.
From cam girl to personal whore, and all by the age of twenty-one. You’ve got me good, haven’t you?
But guess what? I can play too. Grab the polish, because I’ve found your skeleton, and it's time to dust.
I’ll see you in class.
Oh and, Sir? I’m not wearing any panties.

Love, Darcy

P.s. you’re an asshole.

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His electric blue eyes focused on me, and in the bright hue of his gaze, the rest of his office seemed to melt away. I had no idea how he kept doing that to me—it was almost as if he were casting a spell over me, hypnotizing me with nothing more than a glance.
My heart thumped loudly in my chest at the lust I saw burning back at me. That hard-edged, animalistic lust that secretly drove me wild. I’d never tell him that. I was certain of it. I’d never give him that much power over me.
He already had enough.
“What’s wrong, sir?” I asked as I coyly twirled a piece of my hair around my finger.
“You’re starting to piss me off, Darcy,” he shot at me. The rough edge to his voice rumbled through the air between us until it hit me full-force. His words crawled over my skin, and each one carried the whispered promise. Or maybe it was a threat; I couldn’t tell.
“How can I piss you off? I haven’t done anything.” It was a petulant response, I knew that, but I didn’t care.
He pushed up out of his chair and stalked around his desk. I inhaled sharply, but he swept right past me and toward his door. Just when I thought he might pull it open and send me on my way, he turned the lock.
The click echoed through the air, and it did nothing for the butterflies that were rapidly fluttering in my stomach.
I hated him. It was getting clearer and clearer to me every day. I despised Professor Jordan Keaton, but I also craved him as badly as I needed my next breath.
He didn’t look at me as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the hook on the door. He still didn’t look at me as he unbuttoned the sleeves of his crisp, white shirt and rolled them up to above his elbows. His upper arms seemed to strain against the fabric, his toned biceps becoming delightfully visible.
“Now, let’s try this again,” he said, his voice deathly low. It scared me and thrilled me all at the same time. “Have a little think, Darcy. Imagine why I might possibly be pissed off with you.”
I dropped the lock of hair I was twirling and looked at his pants. The bulge gave his attraction to me away. “I’m standing in front of you as opposed to being on my knees with your cock in my mouth?”
He jerked his head around, piercing me with those eyes. “Keep running your mouth, sweet thing. I dare you.”
“Or what? Really, what are you going to do to me in your office, Professor? Give me lines? Make me write an essay on why young ladies should be seen and not heard?”
His jaw ticked, his lips tightening, and he moved toward me so quickly I took a step backward. It was useless, though, like I knew it would be. The grip he had on my wrist was so certain, the tug toward him so strong, that I couldn’t fight him.
My body slammed into his, and no sooner had the air rushed from my body than he pulled the skirt of my dress up. Cold air flitted across my bare backside, but it was replaced almost instantly with one sharp smack.
My pussy clenched, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself whimpering. In pain or pleasure—I had no clue.
“That,” he growled into my ear. “That is what I’ll do if you keep sassing me, Miss Hamilton.”
I wondered if he knew how strongly I was considering continuing to sass him just for that purpose. I would do that later—I needed to know what had got him so riled. “Understood,” I said in a softer tone. “What did I do?”
He let go of my dress and slid his hand up my back. His breath was hot against my skin as he sunk his fingers into my hair and turned me around so my back was to him. “Last night,” he replied, his lips close to my ear. “Your little show.”
“That’s my job.”
He tugged on my hair. “Did you ask me?”
“You’re not my boss, Jordan. Neither are you my fucking keeper.”
His grip grew tighter, so much so that my head tilted back. “Darcy. Did. You. Fucking. Ask. Me?”
“No,” I ground out, my jaw clamped tightly.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you really fucking think I wouldn’t know that you were spending your night in front of your camera, with your finger rubbing that little clit of yours?” Roughly, he pushed his hand beneath my dress and teased his fingertips along the line of my panties. “Did you think you’d be able to walk into my classroom today and I wouldn’t know that at least one or two of those students hadn’t watched you as you fucked your own fingers?”
“No,” I breathed out, my lips parting as his hand dipped beneath my panties. The tip of one of his fingers ghosted across my clit, and it sent a bolt of pleasure through me.
“I didn’t hear you,” he rasped in my ear, flicking his finger across my clit.
“No,” I repeat, this time more forcefully. “I knew you would. And I didn’t give a shit.” I gasped as he pushed down hard on the sensitive spot.
“We made a deal,” he reminded me, his tone tight with anger… And thick with desire.
“And you won’t let me forget it.”
“Damn straight I won’t.” He pulled his hand from between my legs but kept me in place with his grip on my hair. “Now are you going to renege on it again or are you going to behave yourself?”
“From the man who just had his fingers on a student’s clit?”
“You’re pushing me, Darcy.”
I reached behind me, between us, and cupped his long, hard cock with my hand. The zipper of his pants pushed into my palm, and I traced my thumb down the side of his erection. “I’m not the only thing pushing, am I?”
“Fuck.” He hissed the word out, and the next thing I knew, my dress was being lifted up, and he let go of my hair.
My hands slammed against his desk as he bent me forward and moved my panties to the side. He’d barely touched me, but I could feel my pussy throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.
I knew this would be a cold, hard fuck, designed to remind me who I belonged to. Who, for all intents and purposes, owned my body.
It would be a reminder and a punishment, all because I dared to take control of myself for one night and defy him.
Jordan’s movements were as smooth as always, and he spread one of my ass cheeks with a strong hand. His fingertips dug in almost painfully, but I didn’t care, because I sighed in relief as he pushed his hard, thick cock inside me.
“Now, this is how this is gonna work,” he rasped into my ear as he grasped my hair and tugged. “Since you’ve forgotten, Darcy, you need a reminder, don’t you?”
I didn’t dare answer. The question was rhetorical. Besides, I was already practically panting from his swift invasion of my body.
“Now, I’m gonna fuck you.”
I swallowed and glanced at the shadows of people walking past his office door, a tiny lock and frosted glass providing us limited privacy. I’d known it was coming, sure, but now we were here, silent, and I could hear the people outside…
I couldn’t deny the excitement that swept through my body at the thought we could be interrupted any second. That someone could walk right up to this door and probably see the vague silhouette of him fucking me from behind.
I felt dirty, but I liked it.
“And you got it, Darcy.” He pulled out and slammed right back into me, making me bite down on my lower lip. “I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re not gonna make a sound. Understand?”
I didn’t answer for fear that I’d whimper instead of respond yes. I just nodded and sucked my lower lip into my mouth.
“Good girl.” The words were but a whisper, but they were two I was becoming rapidly acquainted with.
And worse? I liked it when he said it.
He was reminding me of more than he knew… Like what it meant to fuck because lust was just too strong.
He pulled out of me slowly. With the head of his cock resting at the opening to my pussy, he gripped my ass tightly. “Who do you belong to, Darcy?”
I didn’t answer.
The sting didn’t surprise me when it came.
“Answer the question.”
“You,” I whispered.
He gently caressed the spot he just slapped. “And who owns your body, Darcy?” I arched my back as his cock entered me fully. “Who does this tight, wet pussy belong to? Who decides who and what gets to be inside it?”
It… Like it’s a tool… Just a toy for his amusement. Just like I am.
“You.” There was no other option.
“That’s right. You and your wet pussy are mine. I own you, sweet thing. Every single fucking inch of your gorgeous body is mine.”
His words… The possessiveness sent thrills through me as he moved inside me. I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t deny how fucking turned on they made me, and I hated myself for it. I hated how he commanded my body, and I hated that I let him.
“Now.” He stilled, his hand still resting on my ass, and slowly let go of my hair. The raven curls tumbled over my shoulder and onto the desk, and I felt the loss of him before it happened.
He eased out of me, and ever the gentleman, slipped my panties back over me. Great. Now I’d be walking around all day wanting to screw anyone reasonably good looking.
I pushed myself to standing as soon as I heard him take a step to the side. I looked at him just in time to see him zipping his pants back up and tucking his shirt in. His tie hung a little lopsided, and I raised my eyes from his neck.
Our gazes collided with heart-thumping ferocity. The slow, sexy curve of his lips to one side did nothing to calm the quick two-step beat my heart had just taken up, but I didn’t dare to look away. Even if I did, I don’t think I could have. His eyes were the net, and I was nothing but a tiny fish, tangled up in him.
“Seven o’clock tonight. I’ll be waiting.”
“What for?” I questioned as he walked toward the door without moving his eyes from mine.
He unlocked the door, and the smirk he shot me was dirty. I sighed and grabbed my purse from the chair, then walked toward him. I reached for the handle at the same time he grabbed my chin.
His mouth touched mine, searing onto my lips with its fierceness.
Another reminder.
He pulled away as briskly as he kissed me, but that still didn’t stop me from touching my thumb to my lower lip.
“Remember,” he murmured, opening the door. “Seven. Don’t be late.”

Darcy is an ambitious college student that has her sights on law school. She's worked hard for years to make it to the top but she still has some fun when she isn't studying so hard. The normal parties you expect to see on a college campus aren't how she has her fun - No, Darcy's fun involves her webcam, lingerie, and money. 

Professor Keaton knows he's doing wrong each time he signs into the Dalton Cam Girls site, but he just can't stop himself. And when he comes across the innocent looking girl, that usually sits in his classroom studiously paying attention, in nothing but a bra and panties, and quickly losing more clothes, he becomes addicted. His addiction only grows when Darcy comes to him to ask for a letter of recommendation, and it also gives him the perfect opportunity to take what he wants. He agree's to write the letter...but only if Darcy becomes his for the rest of the school year. 

Once I read this blurb I was very very intrigues in the story and couldn't wait to get my hands on it. Just that little tease about the book was all I needed to know that this was going to be one sexy as hell read. And I was right! Professor Keaton was very intense and demanding and it made for one ridiculously hot experience. 

I really liked the general story of hot professor blackmails student into sex, but the delivery was a little off putting. Even with the story keeping my attention and being super sexy, I wanted more. The characters just didn't do it for me, especially Professor Keaton. At first I hated him, but I held out hope that I would eventually like him when I found out more about him. That did happen, and I came to like him more as the book went on...but then as I got to the end I started to hate him again. By the time the book was finished there was no love for the Professor anymore and it kind of ruined my reading experience. 

Overall, I liked the sexiness of the story and did enjoy reading it, but the characters weren't the best for me. I recommend this book for anyone that likes a sexy story about a naughty professor and his best student. 

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Hard to Forget

Title: Hard to Forget
Series: Alpha's Heart Book 3
Author: Bella Jewel
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Delaney, a professional bodyguard, has spent years trying to prove herself in a male dominated industry. Now she's facing her greatest challenge yet.
Bad boy billionaire Jax Shields has made plenty of enemies on his climb to the top, but being in the wrong place at the wrong time has put his life at risk. Now he's putting his life in the hands of Delaney and her team. He demands the best in everything, and he doesn't think she has what it takes to protect him. He's also made it clear he'd rather have her on her back then covering his. Will Delaney be able to prove herself to the most arrogant—and devastatingly handsome—man she's ever met?

**Hard To Forget is a full-length standalone romance with a HEA**
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Delaney has worked hard to prove that she is good enough to be one of the elite bodyguards, and deserves her spot on the team. Yet none of her coworkers take her seriously. She finally gets an opportunity to work an actual case and she dives right into it, wanting to be the best. But her assignment is Jax Shields, bad boy billionaire hotel owner, who doesn't want a female to be his bodyguard. 

Jax saw something he shouldn't have and now has some very bad people after him. Not having the time to be looking over his shoulder for a threat, he hires the best bodyguard company to protect him. But when he saw Delaney walk into the office and get introduced as one of his new protectors he thought it was a joke. He doesn't want a female as his bodyguard and from Delaney, all he wants his her in his bed.

Hard to Forget started off a little iffy for me and at first I wasn't really liking the characters much. Jax was basically just a manwhore who slept around and was a chauvinist pig who didn't think a female was good enough to help him. There wasn't a connection between Delaney and Jax right away and it actually didn't even seem like they would ever get together. I was getting a little worried that this book wouldn't go well for me but it turned around. 

It did get better, thankfully, and Delaney and Jax started to have more of a connection than just protector/protectee which I started to like. After the rough start we got to see how badass Delaney could be when she was in kickass mode, and I really liked seeing her prove to everyone around her that she could be just as good as them. Though, I also really liked that even with that hard side to her we still got to see the vulnerable side she had too. 

Jax started to show his caring side as the story progressed and it made me like him more. At first I just thought he was this giant douche that didn't deserve to be happy, but he proved himself. He was also sexxxxay, ladies and he definitely added the smexy factor to this book.

Bottom line, this was a great book to wrap up this series and I'm so happy that I got a chance to read it. Yes, the beginning didn't give the best impression about the book but it picked up and became a lot more enjoyable. I can't wait for everyone else to read this one and I hope they like Delaney as much as I did.

Delaney is a bodyguard an she as had to work her ass of to try an get the men to respect her some still don't but she wants to get a big job so she can prove herself to everyone who doubts her when a big jobs comes an her boss gives it to her her an another bodyguard she is delighted until she sees who she is guarding he is drop dead gorgeous an super sexy but Jaxson/Jax isn't happy about a woman being his bodyguard so again she as to prove herself again by kicking Jaxson's ass an this did actually put a smile on my face :) 

Delaney is a great character she as gone through quite a bit in her life but she doesn't let anything keep her down or stop doing what she wants she is totally a kick ass an I love this about her Delaney's job is important to her so when Jax keeps giving her shit or when she does something wrong Ye she gets upset but she just brushes it off an gets her head back in the game 

Jax is a very big hot sexy man an knows with woman an his career he runs a huge chain of hotels an as done really well for himself but when someone is threatening his life Jax can well look after himself he just needs another set of eyes so he can keep save he never expected Delaney being that person Has is a very hard man to get to know but when he started getting to know Delaney they started getting closer they r both very protective people an both hate sharing so things aren't easy for these to.

I was a disappointed with this book it was quite slow at the beginning but as the book got going it got better an better it kills me 2 give any of Bella Jewels book only 3 stars but I don't do halves an I just couldn't give it 4 I did like the characters once these to sorted themselves out they were hot there sexy time was hot an once it started that was it they didn't stop the drama was good when the story got going i just needed more to keep my attention in the beginning cause normally I can't put her books down I don't want to make this book sound crap cause it wasn't I did enjoy it I just have her other book high on my fave list an the 2 other books in this series were so good this is just my least fave :( xxx 


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Charli has a plan for her life. It does not include the hot guy at table four. This is the first time she’s seen him at The Crash, the bar where she works most evenings. From the moment he arrives with his power suit, condescending friends, and unnerving stare, he’s hijacked her thoughts. It doesn’t help that he keeps finding ways to insinuate himself into her life. Logan has a plan for his life. It does not include the quirky little waitress at the new bar his friends discovered. He has a lot of obligations and very little time. If he needs a female distraction once in awhile, she isn’t the type of woman he normally looks to. Despite all of this, she has become what he wants most of all. Working to overcome all the things threatening to separate them won’t be easy. Can they find a way to meet in the middle if it holds the promise of happily ever after?
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After looking to make sure both Kyle and Liv are occupied with something besides watching me, I risk another look at Logan’s table, but he isn’t there. Has he left? It’s probably better for me if he has, but I feel disappointed nonetheless. Turning my head back toward my destination, I feel the bone wrenching shock of crashing into what must be a cement wall. “Ugh!” I always thought it was funny when cartoon characters hit their head and literally saw stars, but for the first time I realize that it can be a real phenomenon. Feeling myself going down, I’m soon flat on my ass and surrounded by the broken glass of several beer bottles. I’m also covered in the liquid that was previously contained in those broken bottles. Now I’ll have to leave work to shower, or risk spending all night smelling like a drunk on a major bender. “Damn! Chuck, are you okay?” Looking up, I realize my cement wall is tanned, muscled, and in possession of amazing gold-flecked, green eyes. “What did you call me?” I croak as I try to figure out how to get up without embedding glass into my hands. The image, of Frankenstein-style stitches covering my palms, is enough to make me take this seriously. Running his hand through his hair, Logan sighs. Then he bends down and scoops me up into his arms like it’s nothing at all. I know I’m not heavy, but it really looks like it took absolutely no effort on his part. “Charli, I’m so sorry. I really am.” He whispers near my ear as he continues to hold onto me and the warmth of his breath makes me shiver lightly. “Are you sorry for calling me that stupid name again? Or for making me bust my ass?” It’s a legitimate question and I feel the chuckle reverberate through his chest. Maybe I should be upset that I’ll have a bruised backside by tomorrow, maybe I should be upset that I now have a mess of glass and beer to clean up, and maybe I shouldn’t feel this excitement at being held tightly against the rock hard body of a shit hot guy that pissed me off so recently, but… “Both, I guess,” he says, and when he smiles down at me, I find it hard to remember what I’d even asked him. This man has a beautiful smile.



Stacey Brandon & Karen Bell Bio: Once upon a time, these two hookers became best friends… Stacey Brandon and Karen Bell both live in the same small Texas town on the Gulf Coast, are happily married and the proud Moms of awesome kids. Stacey owns and runs a photography studio and Karen designs and sews her own children’s clothing line. They met over fifteen years ago when they decided to turn one large professional space into a single home for both businesses.   Well, that’s all the boring facts expected to be included in an “about the author” page, right? The reality is so much more fun. Stacey and Karen and their families spend holidays together, travel together… and generally turn every situation into something crazy and chaotic. They are both fluent in English, Sarcasm and Profanity and have decided the irrefutable proof of their best friend status is how often people assume they are “together” when in public. The poor husbands are good sports about it… and might even encourage this misconception at times for sheer entertainment value.   When Karen battled cancer… and kicked its ass… in 2014, they learned to value every day and quit worrying about what others think. Do what you love! Karen is happy to take advantage of the situation though. She loves to remind everyone she “had the CANCER, dammit!” and now she can always and forever claim the last brownie ;) 
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