Thursday, August 18, 2016

Review: Three, Two, One

Three, Two, One Three, Two, One by J.A. Huss
My rating: 0 of 5 stars

I've read it before and I thought it was time to do it again. With the release of Mr. Corporate I have tons of questions and absolutely no answers so I thought I'd go back to a book that really stood out. And there are a few things that had me questioning if it was possible to tie the Misters into this series beyond Match. Ignore me. I'm grasping at straws over here.
Oh, this review will be spoilery so read at your own risk.

"It's just a fantasy."

On to the new review. My first review is linked back to another format so you can find that if you really want, but it isn't necessary. I'm going to write this based on my feelings now.

One girl.
Two friends.
Three soulmates.

That's the premise for the story and it remains a theme throughout. For those audiobook snobs or newbs or whatever, if you haven't listened to Sebastian York, this would be a good time to start. He's fantastic as Ark. Which brings me back to Ark. Oh, that man. He is complicated, smart, gorgeous, deep, complex, controlling, alpha, and everything you should probably run from in a man. Given the fact that Blue is already on the run, this isn't a huge deal. In fact, she clings to him. Him and JD. They become inseparable almost immediately.

She is not one lost girl.
We are not two best friends.
We are one trinity of perfection.

And boy is it perfection. Fuck. I can't even believe that I read this story almost a year ago. I still felt everything these characters felt. I felt Blue's need to be dominated. I felt Ark's need to control. I felt JD's pain over his past. And I just felt so much. Hot is what I really felt. Hot and turned on. Because I'm pretty sure only Huss can deliver scenes like these:

I lean in and kiss him on the lips.
...He tastes like pussy, and my tongue can't get enough of it. My hand falls from his hair, pressing against his throat, squeezing him the way I've seen him squeeze hundreds of girls as they sucked his dick in public.
"Fuck, Ark," he says, pulling out of the kiss.
"Fuck, no?" I ask. "Or fuck, yes?"

"Lick her until she comes all over your face, JD. And then kiss me, motherfucker. And I better taste that come, or I'll stand you in the corner and make you watch me fuck her blind from behind."

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Review: Mr. Corporate

Mr. Corporate Mr. Corporate by J.A. Huss
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Moments worth making are moments worth remembering.

Mr. Corporate is the third book in the fabulous Misters series by JA Huss. Following in the footsteps of Mr. Perfect and Mr. Romantic, Mr. Corporate is a hot, steamy read with more twists and turns than my favorite roller coaster. Corporate is another misunderstood Mister. He has so many secrets that I have no idea how he keeps them straight.

Victoria Arias knows Mr. Corporate, but she met him before that title became a thing. She knows him as Weston Conrad. West and Tori have a complicated past so when they are forced to compete in business you just know it's going to be explosive. Plus, this is a Huss book so it's bound to be explosive. Whether it's with real explosions or just the fireworks in the bedroom, there will be something fantastic on the pages.

Tori and West's past makes the present that much more complicated. Fighting not so buried feelings for one another, it's only a matter of time before they give in and submit.
"Stop," I command quietly. "I'm gonna make you come now, so stop."

Honestly, these ladies should know that there is no denying a Mister. Once you're in their line of sight, that's where you will stay. Tori should know this better than most as she has already experienced the determination of West.

I can't think of a better way to set up the rest of this series. Perfect was almost light and fun, Romantic was...well, my favorite, but we won't get into that because there's a review for that--it can be found here:, and now Corporate. His story is dark and twisted and full of turns that I never saw coming. I couldn't even begin to grasp at the complexity of these interconnected stories and I will probably never be able to guess what's in JA Huss's mind.

I think this is when I really connected with Weston Conrad. This entire conversation about marriage. Why is it so important? Why does it matter? Well, West, you summed up my feelings entirely.
"Why do you need that piece of paper?"
"Why don't you need that piece of paper?"
"Because it's meaningless--"
"It's not meaningless. It's got so much fucking meaning, Tori. It means you're my wife. It means you're my partner. It means you get everything of mine if I die. It's a promise to each other, to our future kids, to the world."

And then, because we like the sweet with the dirty, there's this hot piece of dirty talk.

"Now open your mouth and suck my cock like you've been dreaming about it for three years."

"Want me to talk you into it?"
"I don't like to ask twice, Victoria."

Weston Conrad. Mr. Corporate. It doesn't matter what you call him. He's a Mister and the Misters are fantastic. And if you've been waiting to see more of Match, Mysterious, and Five--yes, that Five, then dive in. The water's really fucking hot.
I'm ready. I've been preparing for this moment for fifteen years.
I'm all in, motherfuckers.
Let's do this shit.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Excerpt Reveal: Dirty Talk by SL Scott

  • ~Luke Anders~
  • “What if I touched you right where you want to be touched?” I slide my hand up her thigh, inching her skirt up slowly. Her breath catches, the quiet gasp making me smile. “What if I touched you right where you pretend to be so protective? I know you. I know you like it dirty . . . maybe even a little rough.”
  • She finds her voice, though it’s affected, sexy. “A lot.”
  • “What is that?”
  • Clearing her throat, she says, “I like it rough. Really rough.”
  • The right side of my mouth curves up, my hand stalling just below the apex of her thighs when my phone buzzes. I release a sigh. Grabbing the phone from my pocket, I sit up and read the text: Let’s get the fuck out of here. I look back at the black-haired raven I’ve left squirming on the metal barstool next to me. Pity. I’d like to explore exactly how she likes it, but duty calls. Standing up suddenly, I grab my wallet and slap some bills down for the drinks.
  • “What are you doing?” she demands, desperation lacing her tone as her eyes go wide.
  • I tuck my wallet back into the inside pocket of my Vittori suit jacket and kiss her on the cheek. Since I’m there, I add with a wink, “I bet we’d be so fucking good together.” Straightening upright, I smirk. “My apologies. I hate to run, but unfortunately, I have a prior engagement I can’t get out of. Maybe we can pick this up another time. I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”
  • She huffs. “You’re a playboy bastard, Luke Anders,” rolls off her tongue in frustrated anger as she spins back to the bar.
  • I know. Not turning back, I nod. It’s not the first time I’ve been called a playboy or a bastard. Name-calling doesn’t bother me. Not getting laid tonight does.
  • Pushing open the exit door that leads to the alley, my asshole friends are waiting near the car they’ve pulled around.
  • The rusting red door slams shut, the click of the lock heard loudly behind me. The alley is quiet compared to the loud music that blares inside the club. “Fuckers.” With my arms out wide, I yell, “What the fuck? Where’s the fire? I was closing the deal.”
  • “We were saving you, man. Trust me on that.” My best friend is standing in front of the car with his arms crossed over his chest. Danny Weston is one of the best people I know, but right now, he’s pissing me the fuck off.
  • “Saving me from what?”
  • “Ask Blaise. He has firsthand knowledge.”
  • When I shoot an annoyed look in Blaise’s direction, he clams up. With hands up in surrender, he backs away toward the driver’s door. “I can’t help that the ladies love me.” Thus confirming he’s already hit that pretty kitty.
  • I walk to the passenger’s side of the car, punching Danny on the arm when I pass him. “Shit, man, just give me a heads-up next time. I wasted some of my best lines on her.”
  • Danny claims the front seat, so I duck into the back seat of a restored 1969 black Gran Torino. Cocky behind the wheel, Blaise takes off before we even have our seatbelts on, and says, “Stop hitting on everyone that takes pity on you then.”
  • “Fuck you. I can get any woman I want. No one’s taking pity on me.”
  • Danny breaks into the argument, “You guys really need to find a new hobby.”
  • “One-night stands are plenty entertaining,” Blaise retorts, smiling.
  • Danny puts his arm on the back of the seat and turns toward me. “I’m not going to lecture you—”
  • “Again,” I add.
  • “Again,” he repeats while rolling his eyes. “But we’ve talked about this a fuck ton of times. She’s not Jane and until you figure out what the hell is going on there, or if anything is going on there, these women are all the same—just another disappointment you’re going to have in the morning because they’re not her.”
  • Blaise verbally steps in, “Damn, dude, why so deep? You’re bringing me down.”
  • Danny laughs. I don’t. We’ve been friends for many years now, so Danny knows my game. He knows me well enough to know what I’m doing. Until I sort out this mess with the first woman I ever loved, the rest are just regrets waiting to happen, along with the regrets I can’t take back.
  • But I know him well too. We relate in a way that Blaise doesn’t understand, on a level that one day he’d be lucky to experience. No matter what I’ve been through with Jane, I’ve loved, hard. I know what it means to love and to be loved. I have no regrets when it comes to Jane, except one: letting her go.
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One month.
One movie.
One shot at a second chance.
I fell madly in love at first sight with Jane Lewis.
The girl with bright blue eyes, a pretty smile, and great ass owned my heart. I thought she was happy with the status quo, but ten years later, I foolishly let her go. Despite dating other women, no one compares to my first love. We are meant to be together, and I’m going to try my damnedest to convince her of that.
Luke Anders tricked me. The deal was sealed before I knew he was behind it.
We agreed to be just friends. Simple. Easy. But it’s not just the weather that’s hot in Texas. I was a fool to think I could resist him. He knows how to work his charms and those kissable lips, that great jaw, and biceps. We are here to work, but he has become downright distracting.
I’m strong. I can handle one month of his flirtatious sexual torture. But if I happen to fall in bed with that sexy bastard for a night, or three, does that make me weak? Asking for a friend, of course.
I guess I’m about to find out when love gets messy, it’s not just the talk that’s dirty.

Meet S.L. Scott
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New York Times and USA Bestselling Author, S. L. Scott, was always interested in the arts. She grew up painting, writing poetry and short stories, and willing her days away lost in a good book and the movies.
With a degree in Journalism, she continued her love of the written word by reading American authors like Salinger and Fitzgerald. She was intrigued by their flawed characters living in picture perfect worlds, but could still debate that the world those characters lived in were actually the flawed ones. This dynamic of leaving the reader invested in the words, inspired Scott to start writing with emotion while interjecting an underlying passion into her own stories.

Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. She dreams of seeing one of her own books made into a movie one day as well as returning to Europe. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Neighbor Dearest is LIVE and on limited-time release sale for $3.99 (Changing to $4.99 after release. This will be the ONLY sale.) A sexy STANDALONE friends-to-lovers story that does NOT have to be read in conjunction with any other book.


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A STANDALONE NOVEL that does NOT need to be read in conjunction with any other book.

From New York Times bestselling author, Penelope Ward, comes a friends-to-lovers story with sexy new characters.

After getting dumped, the last thing I needed was to move next door to someone who reminded me of my ex-boyfriend, Elec.

Damien was a hotter version of my ex.

The neighbor I’d dubbed “Angry Artist” also had two massive dogs that kept me up with their barking.

He wanted nothing to do with me. Or so I thought until one night I heard laughter coming through an apparent hole in my bedroom wall.

Damien had been listening to all of my phone sessions with my therapist.

The sexy artist next door now knew all of my deepest secrets and insecurities.

We got to talking.

He set me straight with tips to get over my breakup.

He became a good friend, but Damien made it clear that he couldn’t be anything more.

Problem was, I was falling hard for him anyway. And as much as he pushed me away, I knew he felt the same…because his heartbeat didn’t lie.

I thought my heart had been broken by Elec, but it was alive and beating harder than ever for Damien.

I just hoped he wouldn’t shatter it for good.

Author's note – Neighbor Dearest is a full-length standalone novel. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

About the Author:
Penelope Ward

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.

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Additional Books by Penelope Ward


Stuck-Up Suit: (co-written with Vi Keeland)

Cocky Bastard: (co-written with Vi Keeland)
Sins of Sevin:

Stepbrother Dearest:

Jake Undone (Jake #1):

My Skylar

Jake Understood (Jake #2):