Wednesday, January 04, 2017
Blog Tour: The Devil's Spawn
Tuesday, January 03, 2017
Release Blitz & Review: It's You
Brandi's Review:
I haven't read a paranormal romance in ages, but when Katy Regnery said she would be releasing a PNR duo, I couldn't grab it fast enough.
Wow! That's all I can honestly say about this book. It isn't every day you get a book about a passionate kiss shared in high school that alters the entire course of two people's lives. I mean, some book claim it, but few deliver. This book delivers.
Darcy is a fifteen year old girl with a crush. That crush is two years older than her and can barely look at her. Sounds a lot like my high school experience--with the exception of that smoldering, world-shattering kiss.
For what is bound cannot be broken.
Jack Beauloup is the broody young man who crushes on the underclassman, but can't handle being near her. Plus, he knows his time in Carlisle is almost up. No sense in getting involved with anyone, right?
But what happens when a kiss changes everything? Is it one of those moments you don't forget because you crushed on the other person so hard that nothing could compare? Or is it one of those moments that should have been forgotten, but other forces refused to let it go? Shouldn't a kiss shared by two high school kids be a small stepping stone toward adulthood and the world of dating?
Darcy can never find anyone who compares to Jack. Jack knows he can't find anyone that compares to Darcy. But why does he leave after that amazing kiss? What drives his actions? Will he return for her? What will happen if he does?
"You're everything to me, Darcy. Everything."
Grab It's You: book one NOW. Honestly, you won't regret it. The second book releases later this month and it will be an epic conclusion to an epic love story that defies the laws of humanity.
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Sunday, January 01, 2017
Review: What Breaks a Man?: Sensible Hearts 2
What Breaks a Man?: Sensible Hearts 2 by H.Q. FrostMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
This was a great way to bring in the New Year. HQ Frost has managed to piss me off and satisfy me in one book. I loved Dom and La in What Makes a Man?: Sensible Hearts 1 but damn she left me with one hell of a cliffhanger. This book jumps seven years into the future and it is so worth it. At first, I wasn't sure about the timeline, but once the book gets started, it all makes sense.
Dom is still amazing and he's still trying to prove himself to everyone. But mostly he's trying to prove himself to himself. He's battle with self-doubt while being so self-assured is such a contradiction, but it is so Dom. That probably only makes sense if you've actually read the first book, but trust me when I say he's even better at 25 than he was at 18. Seriously, waaaaaaaaay better.
Nyla is like a dream come true for Dom. She was his answer to everything in What Makes a Man? and she is still his reason for everything in What Breaks a Man?
But La has changed and boy did she piss me off. She isn't the same sweet, naive girl from the first book. She's closed off and hurtful. She hurts Dom at every turn and I just can't understand why. Until I do understand why and the whole freaking book falls into place and makes sense.
This is one of those books that had me messaging those I know who have read it to tell them how upset I was. I was upset with La. I was upset with Dom. I was upset with so much, but I kept going because I knew--I just knew--Frost would fix it all.
And she did. Oh, did she ever make me happy with that ending. So, thank you for an excellent conclusion to an amazing duo. I can't wait to see what else you have in store for me.
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Friday, December 30, 2016
Excerpt Reveal: Separation Games
Separation Games by CD Reiss
Series: The Games Duet # 2 Release Date: January 3, 2017 Genre: Contemporary Romance
"CD Reiss writes the best erotica I have ever read."
Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Hacker Series

Synopsis:
The stunning conclusion to the New York Times Bestseller.
There’s one, unbreakable rule in the game.
Stay collected. Compartmentalize. Think your next move through. Never let your heart dictate your tactics.
The heart is impulsive.
The heart makes bad decisions.
The heart doesn’t see the long game.
Because the heart may have decided to get Adam back, but when the endgame comes, the heart’s going to be the first thing to break.
Excerpt:
Adam pulled me to the next door to the left. It opened into a small theater with about two dozen red velvet seats with lights at the bases.
“There was this guy in Marine Park who collected vintage pornography. When he died, one of the clubs uptown took it and preserved it. When all the clubs merged, they reels moved here.”
“We’re going to watch porn together?”
He guided me down an aisle. “Yes.”
“How adventurous of us.” I smiled at him, flirting.
He smiled back a little, but was reserved in his enthusiasm. We sat in the center.
“Now I’m sorry I wore pants,” I said.
The lights dimmed to black. I took his hand, and he paused before dropping our entwined fingers in his lap.
“I’m trying to illustrate something. I want to talk. So I’m glad you wore pants.”
The bullseye countdown appeared. Adam leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and exhaled. They went back to the screen as if all necessary strength had been gathered.
She’s blindfolded, arms tied above her. He’s lashing her.
“These are from the late sixties,” he said as the picture flickered. There was no sound. “The stuff here is very real. There’s no retouching. It’s 16mm, so there’s none of the porny quality of video.”
He’s wrapping her tits in black tape.
“I see,” I said.
He was right. The frame was raw. The beauty of her submission wasn’t on the film. I didn’t feel as though I was watching something. I felt as though I was witnessing something.
He’s clamping her nipples until they’re elongated meat.
“This is called tit torture,” he said matter-of-factly. “Every step of this was worked out beforehand. You’re not seeing the dozen things he’s not doing.” He twisted in his seat to face me. He was backlit, so I couldn’t see his expression. “Give me an adjective. What do you think of it?”
“Is this your thing?”
“Answer me first.”
I loved him. I wanted him. I’d get on my knees and submit to him.
“It’s gruesome.”
“It’s not my thing.” He sat back and faced the screen. The light flickered on his face. “There’s so much more though.”
He’s putting the business end of a hairbrush in her anus.
I’ve never seen skin that shade of purple.
What is she eating?
In all of them, the submissive may have cried or screamed, but she always came back for more. She kissed the Dominant’s hand or looked at him admiringly. Her lips did a dance of gratitude.
Thank you.
Ten minutes in, I couldn’t hold my questions anymore. “Why are you showing me this? You don’t want to wrap me in duct tape.”
“Someone might. I want you to know what it looks like first.”
“Adam Steinbeck!” I stood and put my fists on my hips. “You fucking shit!”
He crossed his legs, shrugging as if it wasn’t his fault. He just worked here. “What?”
“You’re trying to scare me.”
“I’m trying to inform you.”
“To hell with this. I’m going out there right now and getting someone to fuck me with a wooden spoon.”
I stomped down the aisle. He grabbed my arm. I spun around to face him. Behind him, a woman was getting choked, and every time she breathed, the ecstasy on her face was unmistakable.
“Let go of me,” I growled.
“Look at it. You weren’t meant for this.”
But he was? But Serena was? Was I too good? Too weak? Too strong? None of that mattered.
“You love me. Say it, Adam.”
“I’m keeping the love I have left.”
“Why can’t you love a submissive?”
“I don’t know.”
“You can’t love weakness?” I asked.
“I said I don’t know.”
“You’re unworthy of a woman who would kneel for you?”
“What do you want out of me?”
He was hurting me. I jerked my arm away, and he let go.
“I want you to leave me for a reason. A real reason. I left you because I was unhappy. I thought we were incompatible. You’re leaving me because you asked me to submit to you and I love it. You’re leaving me because you love me a little but not enough. What is all that? It’s not a reason.”
“I’m protecting you!”
“You’re protecting you.”

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About the Author
CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.
She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Release Boost: Drunk on Love
There are only two rules:
1. Don’t get too close.
2. Don’t fall in love.
Correction: Don’t ever fall in love. I don’t need the baggage of relationships. Life should be simple, easy, uncomplicated.
The problem I’m faced with is, if I really believe life should be that easy, that uncomplicated, and that simple, then why am I still thinking about a woman I met on a random Monday at the bar? A girl who was never a Gimlet, and always a Paloma. Yep, I called it all wrong last night and I’m starting to wonder if my heart will pay the price.
I might have broken rule number one, but rule number two remains firmly intact. For now. Sort of. Okay, maybe rule two hasn’t been broken, but it’s definitely been bent.





