Saturday, July 19, 2014

Spencer Jacobs thought his life was pretty damn perfect. He had a good job, a long-time girlfriend, and a bright happy future ahead. That is, until that fateful night when he walked in and saw the ultimate betrayal between the woman he loved and his own twin brother. After having his heart ripped open by the two people he trusted most, Spencer fled his hometown in search for a new life.

Befriending Tucker Wade in this sleepy town had proven to be a good thing. Tucker had given him a job and a new beginning. He thought he needed time to heal, but even after the two years, he still hadn’t gotten over the pain of what that night had cost him. Spencer doesn’t believe that he will ever be able to trust anyone again with his heart, let alone to ever love again.  That is, until the fateful day Lexi Allen walked in his life. The spunky redhead had the ability to bust down that fortress he had built around his heart, leaving him questioning everything he thought he ever knew about himself.

Lexi Allen has never been in love. She has always held out for that special person, that special someone that she can give her whole heart to. The day hunky Spencer Jacobs walks in her life, she quickly realizes that he just may be that person. The only problem is, he’s broken and he can’t offer her anything more than a good time.

Will Lexi and Spencer ever find someone to love?  

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They say you can never go home again. Brenna James is about to finish her final year of college when a visit home could change everything. Fate was pushing her towards her childhood best friend, Tucker, leaving Brenna no other option than to remember memories from a time once forgotten. Can Tucker slip himself into her heart? Will he be able to show her his feelings? The biggest question is, can Tucker help Brenna remember love?

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Riley Rhea is your typical country girl, born and raised in the Bluegrass. In the last 30 something years, she has successfully brought into this world 3 children, which may or not be claimed by her, depending on their behavior.
Riley enjoys reading, spending time on the farm and quiet afternoons when those who call her mom leave the house. Riley also loves country music and drools over Luke Bryan. Riley’s biggest fears are crickets and banks.
Not just an avid reader, Riley is an active blogger and reviews many books during the span of a week when she isn’t writing about her loveable and sexy country boys.
She’s always had a background in writing, her mother being an author, and one day, out of the blue, 2 characters popped into her head and wouldn’t shut up. After some advice from a good friend, Remember Love was born.
Thank you all for taking time to get to know Riley a little better. You can always find her on Facebook if y’all want to chat a little more.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Title: Sinfully
Author: Leighton Riley
Release Date: June 8, 2014

She played the game by her own rules...until he changed them...

Payton wrote a self-published book regaling her encounters with men while visiting Las Vegas. To her horror, life changes in more ways than one when someone finds out her true identity.

Ryder, a successful publisher, is determined to find and sign Reece Edwards. Using what little information he can find on her, he sets out to find her, feeling it will definitely be worth the chase.

While on his search for Reece, Ryder meets Payton and the chemistry is explosive. Payton has done well with not allowing anyone to get close to her, but something is different with Ryder. Ryder can’t get Payton out of his head, but he is still on his mission to locate Reece.

With two tragic pasts, Payton and Ryder each have demons to overcome. Will they be able to put those demons to rest or will it be all for nothing?

          I hadn’t felt so alone in a while. Vegas was usually the place where I felt at peace and didn’t have to deal with any of the bullshit that had occurred over past twenty-four hours. I took the hottest shower I could stand to wipe myself clean of the day, followed by a luxurious bubble bath while I drank the bottle of Moscato I had bought to be shared with someone other than myself. I submerged myself under the water, holding my breath for as long as I could while I floated back to the top. It felt liberating being able to only hear the roar of the water, without noises from the real world getting through. I must have repeated the process six or seven times until it lost its fun. I didn’t want to go home and I didn’t want to stay there. Both places reminded me of Ryder. I can’t believe he ruined Vegas for me. I had no idea where I would go the next day.
          After the water started to turn lukewarm, I hopped out and air dried as I packed my bags. It felt nice to walk around my room, feeling the air against my cool skin. I was high enough that no one would see me when I walked close to the windows and the feeling of possibly being seen was highly erotic. I was packing my heels in my bag when there was a weak knock at the door. Turning suddenly, I had to wonder if it was meant for my door or maybe I was hearing someone knock next door.
          I threw on a t-shirt and thong and stepped closer to the door. Just as I got on my tippy toes to see through the peep hole, I heard and felt another knock. Looking through the hole, I saw Tate walking away from my door. I opened the door without another thought and followed him, tapping on his shoulder.
          Tate stopped, turned toward me, and then looked back at my door. “Were you planning on going back out like that?” He had a hint of amusement in his eyes.
          “No, I heard you knock and threw the first thing I saw on to see who it was.”
          “So you weren’t dressed?” His smile was full force.
          “I was just packing to leave and hadn’t decided what to wear for the rest of the night. Why aren’t you with whore-face?” I didn’t need to tell him I wasn’t sure when I was leaving or where I was going. I hadn’t quite figured it out.
          “Ahh, the more important question is how you’re going to get back in your room, doll. Seeing you strut downstairs to the front desk with your tight little ass peeking out from under your very thin t-shirt might gather even more looks than you and Tyler got on the casino floor earlier. You do know he’s getting married tomorrow, right?”

1. I’m 24 and Texas born and raised (not fun per se, but mandatory, right?)
2. I will see any movie with Adam Sandler or Channing Tatum in them
3. I can’t drive with shoes on (I’ve had 8 ankle surgeries on my driving foot)
4. I plan out my books while I drive to work normally
5. I have the most random taste in music ranging from Alanis Morissette to Rob Zombie to Luke Bryan to Metric
6. I’ve been on over 600 flights in my lifetime
7. I’m scared of fire and have never ever lit a match or lighter
8. Apparently, I talk really fast
9. My favorite drink is Sweet Tea (not bottled, the real stuff)
10. I love chocolate and peanut butter
11. I don’t snore, but I talk in my sleep
12. I always bake cookies for road trips... a lot of them
13. I HATE beer
14. Brisket tacos are the shit
15. I’m tempted to move to Austin just so I can go to Gourdoughs whenever I want
16. I get excited when hurricanes form (I know, it’s horrible and feel for everyone who lives on the coastlines, but ever since I was little, I was always cheering them on to get bigger)
17. I would be an awesome getaway driver if you were to rob a bank or egg your boyfriends car
18. I say “y’all” and am proud of it
19. Bailey in Sinfully is modeled after my niece who still asks for the “Talk Dirty Tummy” song
20. I have the best PA in the world ;)

Texas born and raised, I found my love for dirty books rather recently. I work in real estate for my normal job and I write contemporary romance. I love sweet tea (made right!), cookie cake, and anything with chocolate and peanut butter.
I have a few guys at my gym that are my TDF’s (tall, dark, and fuckable) but also have a HSB (Hot Sauna Boy), because let’s be honest, they’re my motivation while I’m there! I go to Las Vegas often but I swear I don’t have as much fun as Payton does. Although, if I found myself a Tate there, I might change my opinion!
Authors such as Katy Evans, SE Hall, Angela Graham, Jasinda Wilder, and Jillian Dodd have been a large influence on me and I’m forever grateful. I decided to write Sinfully on Black Friday in November 2013, on a whim. I thought I’d get bored after a few pages but was captivated by the characters and it developed into something I am truly proud of. Sinfully will be the first of three in its series, but they will be able to be read separately if desired.
When it comes to book boyfriends, I love those who are strong but with a little imperfection or tragedy in their past (Remy, Kellan, Q, Twitch are just a few of my favorites). I LOVE talking to my readers so feel free to message me on Facebook.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Title: Home is Where the Heart is 
Author: Christie Mack 
Release Date: July 1st 2014



As childhood sweethearts growing up in a small Texas town, Jordan and Cassie were the golden couple of their generation—the epitome of the All-American couple one only saw portrayed in movies. But after high school ended, and with the promise that nothing could break their relationship, Jordan moved to California to play football in college, leaving Cassie with a broken heart while residing in their sleepy little town.

Six years later, Jordan is now the starting quarterback for the Miami Dolphins. At the peak of his career, he returns home following his father’s health scare, and in the process, learns he fathered a child with his former flame.

While Cassie may have had her reasons for concealing her son from his father for five years, Jordan is determined to be a part of his child’s life—despite being worlds apart from each other.

Unions will be tested as two worlds collide once more in an attempt to restore a former spark, but will it be enough to make a family whole again? Will Jordan believe home really is where the heart is?




I'm a 27 year old Australian girl who loves nothing more than finding a really good romance book you can't put down until the characters get the happily ever after that they deserve. It was through reading that I decided to put pen to paper, or in this case, fingertip to computer key, and jot down the stories my brain comes up with. When I'm not reading the endless supply of books added daily to my iPad, I can be found tucked away with my laptop in front of me as I write about the many characters begging me to tell their story, one book boyfriend at a time. 


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Monday, July 14, 2014

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Title: Irrevocable
Author: Skye Callahan
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 14, 2014


Sometimes when you can’t go back, the only way out is to descend into the darkness.
my Captor
When I woke in that place, I just wanted to survive. But survival came at a cost, for which they demanded my will and body.
my Master
With pain came acceptance. Fully-dependent on the man who claimed me, I learned to appreciate what I had-life and relative safety.
my Protector
I watched him spill blood and tend my injuries. With betrayal came a revelation.
The only way out was to bring them all down or die trying.
Warning: This isn't your rainbows and love sonnets kind of romance. This story explores topics of abduction and slavery, and contains explicit scenes of dubious consent, graphic violence and sex.


Through the haze of sleep, I felt hands on me. Cold and rough. I thought for a fleeting moment that it might have been Kyle. Then, I remembered our break up. It had happened weeks ago, but maybe that part was the dream. My memory was fucked and I couldn’t latch onto a thought long enough to ride it out of the fog. “Did you make a decision?” Kyle asked. I rolled over and pulled the comforter up to my neck. I had decided that I didn’t want to make a decision—mostly that I didn’t appreciate him trying to force me into a decision when I had told him time after time that I didn’t want him moving into my apartment even after six months together. “You can barely afford the place anyway since your sister moved out. I don’t get why it’s such a big deal unless you don’t want to be together.” I did, and yet, the threat of him leaving seemed like a relief…. Hands groped and pulled—rough against my skin and digging into muscle and bone. Too many hands. The bits of memory faded as I tried to retreat from the onslaught. My back pressed into a hard surface beneath me, and my nostrils filled with the smell of musk and damp stale air. I had no idea where I was, or how I’d gotten there. I kicked and gasped, trying to get back to the surface where reality lurked. It shimmered in the distance, just out of reach, like the sun on the surface of the water during a dive. A hand latched onto my hair and held my head back. My eyelids were finally freed from the sticky muck that held me in semi-consciousness, and I opened them to find myself staring up into unfamiliar eyes. I only held his gaze for a few seconds—if that—but it seemed like it lasted for hours as my brain fought to categorize the details. Its useless attempt to understand what was going on. The man clutching my hair had vivid green eyes, but they may as well have been black given the emotionless void they displayed. His hair was shaggy, brown with a mix of grey, the same colors that stood out in his unkempt stubble. As if he needed any help looking rough.  

Skye Callahan is an Ohio-girl who has spent a lifetime chained to the imaginary worlds of the characters who live in her head. Although it was her interest in paranormal that originally inspired her to pick up the pen, she has recently followed her interest in BDSM and dark romance to venture into other realms of fiction. She currently lives with her husband and two ferrets, who keep her plenty busy when she’s not writing or at the day job where she serves as a Jane-of-all-trades in a non-profit business outreach center.

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Sunday, July 13, 2014

Andie M. Long wrote two full length novels before Gabe and Stella entered her mind and so in her usual bonkers fashion decided to self-publish the first novella, having not even written the rest of the series. Something she has smacked herself in the face for since.
Part One of The Alphabet Game went straight to Number One in The UK Amazon Kindle Erotic Short Story chart. She has several published short stories and poems, including an upcoming release for Cracked Eye. Andie has a regular blog at, ‘The Emergence of the Invisible Writer.’

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It’s the end of the games. The sexual alphabet is coming to a close and Stella has a test to take.  Arnie Gregory has been pushed too far and the revenge plan becomes a fight for survival that not everyone around Stella can win. Her stepfather, Mitch Daniels shows his true colours and there’s someone else who hasn’t been totally honest about who they are. With fame for some and infamy for others, The Alphabet Game ends with a kiss ... 

Excerpt: From Novella 1 to avoid spoilers.
Getting sexually accosted in Starbucks wasn’t on my to-do list.
My stiletto heels were sharp, like the angles of my razor cut bob and one tapped on the floor as I stood in line, impatient to get my hands on a Latte. The intense aromas in the shop made me crave my morning drink even more. I’d not had time for one before I’d left my apartment this morning, anxious to be punctual for my appointment. I stared ahead at the menu board, careful to avoid catching anyone else’s eye. My lips with their natural pout, enhanced by rose gloss, smacked together as I anticipated my interview at Gregory & Sons, a firm of Solicitors in Westminster in just shy of an hours time. Every time I thought of it, butterflies tingled in my stomach.
Lost in the menu, I jump as a warm body brushes past my own, so close I can identify him as male. I turn around, a flash of fire in my cheeks, eyes narrowing.
‘I must apologise, I completely misjudged how to get past.’
I take in the businessman in front of me, holding his drink with a firm hand. His laptop bag hangs over a broad shoulder. Dark brown hair curls around the nape of his neck, like he’s so damn sexy even his hair wants to cop a feel, and his icy grey eyes indicate the casualness of his apology, echoed in his mocking tone.
I tuck my long fringe behind my ear and turn back to face the front. I’m better off just ignoring the creep, hot or not.
‘Seriously, it was an accident. I’m not a pervert, honest.’
I remain facing the front but shrug my shoulders.
‘Well actually,’ he whispers and I shiver as his cool breath tickles my ear, ‘I can be a little perverted, with the right woman.’
I give up and turn towards him, ‘Look, I’m just waiting in line for a coffee, creep, so can you cease the schmooze and bog off? My only interest this morning is in caffeine.’
He sighs, giving me puppy dog eyes and clutches his free hand to his heart. I watch as he begins to speak, noticing he has a larger top than bottom lip. It looks plump and lush and if he wasn’t a psycho I’d be tempted to bite it. I move my gaze to his hand. Now I’m wondering how well defined his pecs are under that shirt. I think I’d better request an ice cold mocha.
‘I’m jealous of caffeine. I can’t help it if your beauty knocked me sideways on this gorgeous Wednesday morning. Please forgive me. I shall go and weep into my flat white.’
I sigh, ‘go away,’ and I turn back to the counter, where the queue has moved up and I hadn’t noticed.
I order my drink. I feel the loss of his presence and so turn around to see where he’s gone. He’s taken a seat in the corner and is opening his laptop. He sees me, winks and goes back to his screen.
Damn. Why did he have to catch me looking at him?
Typically there are no free seats by the time I’m served, so I wander over to where he’s sitting.
‘Can I sit here without you leering at me? Can you reign yourself in?’
He laughs. ‘I’ll do my best.’ Then he goes back to his screen.
I sip my drink. He’s gone from full on flirting to ignoring me. Weirdo. I get out my mobile and check it for messages. My eyes keep leaving the mobile and checking him out. Sexy, hot weirdo. His shirt is open and I see a small smattering of dark chest hair. I feel my nipples harden under my blouse. Christ behave Stella, I tell myself. It’s been so long since I’ve been flirted with that I’m disappointed a pervert hasn’t carried on.
I see the time on my mobile and realise it’s time for my interview. I take a last drink of my coffee. My hand trembles slightly as I replace the cup on the saucer. I take a deep breath.
Sexy hot weirdo looks up, ‘You okay?’
I flick my hair, ‘Fine thanks. Have a nice day.’
‘You too. I hope to bump into you again soon.’ He holds out his hand to shake mine.
I look at him and smile. ‘I’m not shaking your hand, heaven knows where it’s been. See ya.’
I turn on my heels and walk out of the coffee shop.

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1. Tell us about your book/books?
The Alphabet Game is a series of four novellas which tells the story of Stella and Gabe.  They both have ‘Daddy’ issues and work together to bring down the men who have detrimentally affected their lives.  As both men run a series of Sex Clubs called The Rodeo, Gabe and Stella embark upon The Alphabet Game, working their way through each letter, so that Stella can become a little more experienced.  Don’t mistake that she’s all shy though.  As she states herself, ‘in her head she’s all kinds of wanton.’ Stella kicks ass!

2. How did you get started as a writer?
I’ve wanted to write since my twenties and spent hours thinking up books in my head, imagining them like films or tv series, but never writing anything down.  When I reached my forties, I decided it was time to either write, or give up the idea.  I changed my degree course to encompass Creative Writing and never looked back.  I met a great group of friends, discovered Camp Nano (where you team up with other writers to encourage each other to get the words down) and wrote my first book, which is a women’s drama, not erotica, as is my second.  I’ll release them at some point in the future, but Gabe and Stella started rattling on in my head and pushed in!

3. What’s a typical day like for you?
I never have a typical day and I very much live life responding to the moment.  I work three days a week as a Research Administrator/Medical Secretary and you can imagine my frustration if I’m typing patient letters and want to type my books instead! When I’m at home, if the story starts coming, I just declare to my partner and son that I mustn’t be disturbed and take myself off to my room and write.  I tend to write in bursts.  I always leave myself at a point where I’m ready to continue, so I can get straight back into the flow. Each evening I spend a couple of hours on the computer, going on Facebook, generally chatting about books or answering emails.

4. Describe your workspace.
I write sitting on my bed. Back against the pillow, legs straight in front with my laptop on a tray on my legs.  Notebooks and pen at one side of me and the most essential item, Costa coffee at the other (I have a Tassimo machine).  That’s me all set.  I face the window so periodically I can remember I’m in the real world and look out at the sky and trees. Now I have a conservatory, sometimes it’s legs up on the sofa with the conservatory doors open instead.

5. Favorite books?
My utmost favourites are the Mayfair Witches Trilogy by Anne Rice.  They are so involved.  In her books Anne is so vivid in describing the imagery of New Orleans that I feel like I’ve been there.  That is something that I adore about a book, when its descriptions transport you there. I also adore the Weather Wardens series by Rachel Caine and the Succubus series by Richelle Mead.  My family and friends were so surprised when all my own books turned out to be non-supernatural! Of course I LOVED Fifty Shades of Grey.

6. Tell us 3 interesting things about you.
I’m totally awesome at baking, cupcakes a specialty.
It once took me twenty-seven hours to fly to Berlin from Manchester (an hour and a half journey).  It’s a long story …
I was Head Girl at school.

7. Favorite quote:
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.” 
― Dr Seuss.

8. Best and worst part of being a writer?
The best part, apart from the writing itself which I adore, is someone telling you that they loved your book.  It was so difficult for me to actually put myself out there – to then get positive reviews has been so good for my confidence levels, which tend to hover about my ankles. The worst part? When I want to write but I’m doing something else and can’t get to it!

9. Advice to writers?

Realise it is NEVER too late.  I could have written when I thought of it in my twenties, but I actually think that writing in my forties has been the right thing for me.  Also realise that to get people to read your work, you do, certainly at the beginning, need to lose your protectiveness of it.  Yes it’s your baby, but if you don’t let bloggers and readers have it free of charge in advance, you don’t get genuine feedback on how good/bad your product is.  I’ve yet to make a profit from my novellas, despite having sold over eight hundred copies (after buying the book covers and giveaway prizes etc), but people are enjoying them and at this stage that’s what counts, building a loyal readership and the satisfaction of having people read YOUR words, there’s nothing finer.