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COVER REVEAL ~ BED OF LIES ~ by Niquel

Title: Bed of Lies
Series: Bed of Lies Vol 1
Author: Niquel
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance Stand alone
Release Date: April 14, 2017
PreOrder: $0.99 

I used to be naïve.
I used to think monsters didn’t exist.
I used to think I was safe, untouchable, and free from harm. 

Boy was I wrong…

My name is Whitney, and I used to think my old life was mediocre and boring. I thought I was missing out on something exciting. Now that Linc has shown me how dark and twisted life can be, I’d go back in a heartbeat…

This is book 1 in an upcoming 3 book dark erotic standalone series! 


We went outside and I sat on the patio stairs, staring out at the ocean. I wasn’t able to comprehend everything that had just transpired. My whole life had turned into one giant mess. I had thought I was happy back in Massachusetts. I had a man who loved me, a brother who loved me, a mom who loved me in her own unique way, and a future. Now? I had no idea what to look forward to. I didn’t think I’d be able to take it there much longer. I didn’t think I’d be able to see a future there, but now that everything had been taken away from me, I didn’t know what to do.

 


 

“Rebel, I know this may be a lot to take in, but I would never betray you the way he did. Whatever you thought you had with him was a lie. Stay with me and I’ll give you the bright future you deserve. You can work, or stay home and breed my children. I don’t normally do that for my pets, but you mean a lot to me.”

 

 

 

It was awkward seeing such a gentler side to the beast. What he offered was not what I truly wanted. I didn’t want to be stuck there as someone’s breeding machine. I wanted to be free and love someone who truly loved me, not captured me and blinded me with torture and love, conflicting every thought inside of me and making me question my own sanity.

 

 

 

“I need to think.”

 

 

 

“Take your time,” he said, placing a kiss on my lips before he turned on his heels and walked back into the house. I continued to look out into the ocean; the sky wasn’t as bright as the first day I was out there. It was dull and gloomy, matching the way I felt on the inside.

Linc was furious to find out someone had infiltrated his home while he was away on business. He was even more pissed off to find out Rebel had run off again, but he didn’t believe she’d done it on her own this time. He saw the way she looked at him; it was different, with more love in her eyes. The will to leave was slowly dissipating. He knew his wife must have had a hand in it somehow, and he was going to beat the answer out of her.

Niquel is a self diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while.

When she’s not busy taking care of her two little girls, she’s writing or creating graphics or you can find her binge watching TV with her significant other. 

Boston born and raised, she’s always been a creative soul: attending multiple colleges to develop her love of the visual arts.


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COVER REVEAL ~ TAKE A CHANCE ~ by Megs Pritchard

Title: Take A Chance
Series: Second Chance Series
Author: Megs Pritchard
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: April 7, 2017 

 


Tom Carter
Kicked out at fifteen for being gay, Tom survived by selling his body on the streets. Four years later, Tom, now nineteen, doesn’t know how long he can continue living this life.
One night while out working, Tom sees a face from his past, one he had long forgotten. One he had used to fantasise about.
Sebastian Banks
Afraid of the reaction he will receive, Tom runs away hoping never to see him again. But Seb had other ideas.


Seb Banks
At twenty-five, Seb’s life is going exactly the way he had wanted. Having worked hard at University, Seb has been offered a permanent contract at a local solicitor.
While driving to a friend’s house to celebrate, Seb is shocked to find Tom, someone he hasn’t seen in years, on the streets, selling himself.
Feeling an overwhelming need to help Tom, Seb tracks him down and offers him a way out.
Is Tom willing to take a chance on Seb and accept his offer, or will his distrust of everyone from his past cause him to push Seb away?

Dodging a group of people who were already drunk, as they stumbled out of Via, Tom continued towards the end of Canal Street before heading towards Piccadilly Gardens. Not the safest of areas but one he knew well, and he knew the people who worked there both male and female.


As he was walking along, a car pulled up beside him. Tom turned towards the car and plastered a fake smile on his face as he walked over to the window. Leaning over, he saw who it was. “For fuck’s sake!” he muttered. “What do you want?” he asked as he pushed away from the car.

 

Seb parked up and got out, leaving the door open. “What? You working?”
“Actually, yeah I am, and you’re scaring away all the punters, so fuck off!”
Seb grabbed him and shouted, “No, I won’t.” He took a deep breath. “I won’t let you walk away again. I want to help. I’m not like your parents, and it doesn’t have to be like this. You don’t have to sell yourself. I don’t know what it’s been like for you, but there has to be something better than this.”
What. The. Fuck! “No, you don’t know what it’s been like for me!” screamed Tom. “My parents, they threw me out like yesterday’s rubbish, they didn’t give a shit. I was fifteen, man, how the hell was I supposed to look after myself? There’s nothing better for someone like me, so just leave me the fuck alone!”

 

“No, I can’t just walk away knowing what you’re doing. Explain it to me. Why this, Tom? Why turn to this?” Seb asked him with genuine interest shining from his brown eyes.

 

Tom spun away from Seb, looking at his feet while running his hands through his hair, as he paced back and forth in front of him. Talking about his choice to sell himself wasn’t a conversation he wanted to be having, but fuck, he’d made the best he could with what he had, which was nothing. He turned back to Seb as he looked up into the night sky. Closing his eyes, Tom inhaled deeply, holding the air in his lungs. How could he explain why he had resorted to selling himself? What could he say?

 

Tom glanced at Seb and exhaled. “I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear, your brother’s mate, the rent boy, the whore, taking money for blow jobs or back alley fucks.” Tom paused and looked at Seb. “I look in the mirror and see who I am, what I’ve become to pay for food, the occasional roof over my head. I wish things could have been different. I wish they’d accepted me for who I am.” Tom shrugged. “I should have known they’d never accept their son as gay.” Tom laughed bitterly. “Do you know they never even let me get my stuff from my room? I left with the clothes on my back and money from my Saturday job. That was it. That first night on the streets, I didn’t know who to turn to or where to go.” Tom shook his head. “Do you think I want to be gay? Do you think I would choose this life?” 

 

“Tom, I’m—”
“Save it, Seb. Whatever you’re gonna say, don’t,” Tom muttered quietly.
Megs Pritchard lives in England and is a mother to two small boys. When she isn’t working or being mummy, she is busy writing about complex characters that know the harsh realities of life but want a HEA.

 

A lover of M/M and M/F romances she believes everyone deserves to be happy, healthy and loved.

Growing up in a military family, Megs has traveled Europe and has a great deal of respect and gratitude for all the men and women who have and who still serve. Her dream job was to be a Bomb Disposal Expert and even had her own ‘kit’ when she was younger.

She is currently working on her first full length series called Second Chances.

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COVER REVEAL ~ THE BEARD MADE ME DO IT ~ by Lani Lynn Vale

Title: The Beard Made Me Do It
Series: The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series #5
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 28, 2017
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He’s only a friend. 

Those words had haunted him from the moment Jessie James had heard them muttered from the one girl, above all others, that he thought had his back. 


Sixteen years later, he still feels those words like a brand on his soul. 


Lucky for him he has a son to take care of, a full-time job that demands every single second of the day, and not a single moment to spare for the likes of a woman that won’t stand up for him when he needs her the most. 


He’s only a friend. 


The words had slipped out of Ellen’s mouth, and before she could recall them or better yet, explain, Jesse is gone from her life for good, taking her heart with him. 


She tries to find her way out of the pit of despair, but not one single person, no matter how much she tries, can fill the void that he left in his wake. Time heals all wounds. Or at least that is how the saying goes. It’s a crock of crap, though.


Sixteen years pass when Jessie and Ellen see each other again without the influence of the town and bad memories surrounding them, and it’s as if not a single day has passed. 


Ellen knows the instant that her eyes see her old love that she’s still just as much in love with him today as she was all those years ago.

The problem is that Jesse wants nothing to do with her. Or at least that’s what he keeps telling himself.

“Why the hell are you out here and not in your fucking room doing that?”  I asked my sixteen-year-old son, Linc.
Linc looked up from his homework, and shrugged.
The problem with Linc doing his homework out here meant that he had the TV blaring, his phone on some stupid Vine video, and his pencil tapping a million miles an hour while he hummed to some random song that only he could hear.
He was also nearly naked.  Had been for the majority of his life.
He ignored me as if I hadn’t said a word.
“Seriously,” I said to him. “What makes you think it’s okay to sit here in your underwear with the fuckin’ front window wide ass open?  There are people in this neighborhood that I’d rather not egg our shit. Not to mention you don’t pay the fuckin’ electric bill and it’s cold as fuck out.”
Linc snorted.
“They’d have to be able to walk close to our cars, and since most of them are old geezers, I don’t see that happening.” He countered. “What’s got up your ass?”
I grunted, walking to the kitchen to grab a beer.  It’d been a long fucking day, and I had to go back to work and do it all over again tomorrow.
I was a welder for a pipeline, and my job was exhaustingly hard work that I fucking loved.  I made a whack, and payed for my bills, but to do that I had to work long hours.  Nearly eighty hours a week.
“Someone called for you today. A woman.”
“What was her name?”  I asked, scanning the contents of the refrigerator for something to eat. “Did you eat all the leftover pizza?”
Linc and I had pizza a lot.  Anything that was fast, and came out of a box, was our go-to menu item seeing as neither one of us really knew how to cook. Lunchables. Macaroni. Hamburger Helper when we were feeling adventurous.
“Ellen?”  Linc guessed.  “I wrote it down on the pad next to the phone.
The name ‘Ellen’ wasn’t common, but it was still impossible for a girl from my past—almost fourteen years ago to be exact—to come back and haunt me some two thousand odd miles away from where I first met her.
“What did she want?”  I asked. “And you never answered me on the pizza.”
“That was gone last night about three in the morning.”  Linc chuckled unrepentantly.  “And I wrote it all down on the note.”
I closed the fridge and moved across the small space to the counter next to the landline that I wasn’t sure why we still had, and stared at the pad of paper with two words on it.
Club party.
“Can I go?”
I looked up to find Linc, the boy that was spitting image of me.
Six feet one, and likely to grow even more since the pediatrician said he’d likely reach my height if not more.  Jet black hair with a slight wave to it, exactly like mine.
Hell, he even had a beard, exactly like me.  Though, his was much more trimmed and kempt due to the school he was attending informing him if it wasn’t done just so, he’d have to shave it or leave the school.
We’d had to fight for the beard, so if he wanted to keep it, he’d damn well follow their rules or I’d make him shave it off myself.
His body mass was the only thing he didn’t have yet that resembled me. He was much skinnier, and definitely on the verge of getting some bulk, just like I had been at seventeen. But he didn’t have it yet. He was still in that in between stage that showed the promise of what he might one day be.
Me, I was six foot four, two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle, and had a six pack that was derived from days and days of hard work and sweat on the pipeline. I had a beard that was on the verge of being too bushy, but I’d literally lost all desire to impress anyone a long fucking time ago.
I was me.  I wasn’t going to change, even though some would like me to.
“I’ll have to ask if it’s kid friendly…” I laughed when my son gave me a face that clearly said what he thought about me saying ‘kid friendly.’
My kid wasn’t a kid. He couldn’t be when he was raised by me.
I’d done my best, but I’d been more like a brother than a parent. We were seventeen years apart in age, and there wasn’t a day that went by that I did the whole parenting thing correctly.
He had to grow up faster than most. By the age of ten, I was leaving him at home for extended periods of time because I’d been switched to a different shift that equaled me not getting home from work until a little after nine o’clock.
By the age of twelve, he was spending almost the entire night alone every other day because my shifts were switched again.
By fifteen, we didn’t even pass each other for the entire day at times.
Now, at sixteen, I had a better paying position. One that equaled me working days, though they were long and just as tiring—if not more tiring—as my previous job.  Being peoples’ boss was the pits.  Dealing with peoples’ bullshit was even worse.
“You took me to the last one.”
I grinned.  “That’s right. I did.”
“I can’t believe you’re prospecting. I’m so fuckin’ excited.”
I just shook my head.
My kid rolled his eyes at me and got up, walking toward me with a paper in his hand.  “Read this and make sure it looks good.”
I grabbed the paper and read it, my heart tightening slightly when I read the words on the paper.
“You think I’m a superhero?” I asked quietly, my eyes flicking up to my son’s where he was leaning against the wall.
Linc looked at me, really looked at me, and nodded.
“Yeah, dad. I think you’re a fucking superhero.” He grated out. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here right now, now would I? My paper was on someone who inspires me to be a better person. That’s you, bitch.”
I grabbed my man-child into a headlock and brought him in close to me, then pressed a kiss to the top of his head before taking him down to the ground and tickling him like I used to do when he was six.
“Get out of here, kid. Let me read. You get your shit picked up outside or it’ll get stolen.”
My kid left, luckily putting pants on before he walked outside to pick up his football gear, leaving me to read a paper that was enough to bring a grown man to tears.
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

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BLOG TOUR ~ His Alone ~ by Alexa Riley

 

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Ryan Justice may be her boss, but nothing will stop him from making her his. USA TODAY and #1 ebook bestselling author Alexa Riley entices with a brand-new, full-length novel.

She thinks I’m perfect. A good boss, a good man. She thinks that I play by the rules.

She has no idea who I truly am. Why I’m really here.

Paige Turner is trying to outrun her past, but there it is, tossed back in her face anytime she manages to get two steps ahead.

She has no idea what a man like me will do to get what he wants.

Her need for Ryan got in the way of revenge, took her off course. Redirected her focus. Before she knew it, he’d made his way into her life. Into her heart.

I’m dirtier than she knows. She thinks I’m good to the core, but she doesn’t know the things I’ve done. The things I would do for her.

True love doesn’t let secrets as big as these stay buried. And when the truth about Paige’s father is finally exposed, Ryan will do anything to fix everything. Paige has always been his and his alone.

 

He takes his lips away from my neck, and I see a flash of his deep green eyes filled with desire before he claims my mouth with his. His tongue pushes past my lips in a searing kiss. His normally controlled body shakes slightly and I can feel him fighting to control himself, wanting to pull back from me. Wanting to pull back from where we are going.

“Don’t fight it,” I whisper against his lips as he starts to do so. “I like it when you let go. Let the perfect gentleman you always try to be slip away for me. I like this dirty, deeper part of you that comes out to play with me. I like that I make it come out.”

“I promise he only comes out for you, kitten.”

“Show me. I need this,” I plead, looking up at him. I want him to snap, make the world melt away for me.

He captures my wrists in one strong hand. His mouth comes back down on mine, and I moan into his mouth, letting him take me and push me further into the soft bed. Something about him makes me want to let go, to not think about anything but getting lost in him. So I do. I drop my legs from around him and let them fall open farther, giving him the invitation to do whatever he wants with me.

His hand moves under my T-shirt and up my thigh. It trails up slower than I’d like, the torture bittersweet as I rock against him, wanting more. Wanting his hand between my legs. He growls into my mouth, deepening the kiss as his tongue makes love to mine. There’s still a restrained need in his body, and I want him to unleash all of it on me.

He pulls away abruptly, and I try to sit up, needing his mouth. I have to have it back on mine. I don’t care if I need oxygen. I want to keep kissing him forever. I want to stay in this moment forever.

“I want to feel all of you.” I yank at my hands, and he reluctantly frees me. I wrap them around his neck, pulling him back to me and taking another kiss. He claims my mouth, and I’ve never been so taken. After we’re both breathless, he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine.

 

“Kitten.” He says my name like a prayer, with so many emotions in his voice. I can see him fighting himself, and I want to make him snap. Why do I love pushing him so much?

I drop my hand from around his neck and go to the buckle of his pants. I fumble with his belt, pulling it free. I go to fling it across the room, but he snatches it from me.

“Hands on the headboard,” he growls, his tone catching me off guard. “I’ll give you what you want, but you’ll do as I tell you.”

His words send a thrill through me, all the way down to my toes, and I swear I can feel them tingle. My dirty Captain is coming back out to play. I slowly raise my hands to the headboard. I wrap my fingers around the metal bar and do as he says.

He flashes a predatory smile as he wraps the belt around my wrists and through the bars. My heart pounds in my chest and my body clenches with want. I have to bite back a moan as I watch him do it. Don’t get me wrong, I always thought sex with Captain would be good, but I didn’t think it would go like this. He didn’t strike me as kinky, but maybe I’m so vanilla myself that I think this is a kink.

I lick my lips, wondering what he’ll do next…
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Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.
They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!
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NEW RELEASE ~ Getting His ~ by Emily Minton & Shelley Springfield

Title: Getting His
Author: Emily Minton and Shelley Springfield
Genre: Romance/Erotica
Release Date: March 30, 2017
Cover Artist: Designs by Dana
He has never met a woman he wanted to keep, until she walks into his life. 

Tucker Brady doesn’t expect to find the woman of his dreams while eating lunch at the local Dairy Dip. It takes only a quick look at Hadley Walsh, and he is like a man possessed. He has one goal: sliding between her legs and staying there. 

Getting His woman is the only thing that matters. 

Now that Tucker has her by his side, his life is nearly perfect. His days are filled with laughter, and his nights are full of hot sex. There’s only one little problem; his mother and Hadley hate each other. Playing referee between the two women is driving him fucking nuts! 

How can Tucker fix this without having to choose between the woman in his bed and the woman who gave him life?

USA Today Bestselling author, Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State her home. She claims she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue! She has been married to her husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two wonderful children.


Shelley was born and raised in Kentucky and doesn’t see herself leaving the bluegrass state anytime soon. Shelley and her husband have been together for sixteen years, and they share three beautiful daughters and one handsome son.


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AVAILABLE NOW ~ BIG BAD NEIGHBOR ~ by Tia Siren

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Big Bad Neighbor: A Single Dad Next Door Romance

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Tia Siren

Release Date: March 28th

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Love thy neighbor?

Oh, I intend to.

Being a single dad isn’t easy. No time for distractions. No time for women.

Until the biggest tease I ever saw moves in next door.

This pretty little damsel in distress turns my world upside down.

I can tell she’s running from something.

So I should run a million miles from her.

But my Navy Seal instincts make me want to wrap my strong arms around her
and protect her.

And what makes things harder is that our bedroom windows face each other.

From behind half-drawn curtains, we’re playing a dangerously delicious
game.

I watch her. And I know she watches me, imagining it’s her hand on my c*ck.

But that’s as far as I’ll let it go.

Because doing what I have in mind to her… it’s downright unneighborly.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Other than my insatiable desire for chocolate, reading and writing smutty
romances is my most guilty pleasure.

I write about tough and sexy Bad Boys who, underneath that armor of muscles
and tattoos (and sometimes suits), are more sensitive and wounded than
they’d like to admit.

I’m happily married to a really good guy, but, every now and again, I crave
the forbidden excitement of falling for one of the bad boys in my stories.

There really is a bad girl in me too!

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NEW RELEASE ~ Guardian ~ by Remy Blake

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GUARDIAN

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Remy Blake

Release Date: March 30th

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SYNOPSIS

The daughter of my oldest friend is now my responsibility. I expected a
little girl in pigtails. What I got was a Lolita with an attitude that
drives me insane, and a body that fuels every man’s fantasies.

She’s everywhere I turn. Tormenting me, teasing me, taunting me; wrapping
herself around my every thought. Invading my life in more ways than one.
Ivy Colt is my poison.

I know I shouldn’t want her, but like her namesake she’s an itch I need to
scratch.


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EXCERPT

She clings to me like a second skin once we’re on the highway. Riding with
her plastered against my back, her pussy pressed against my ass is like the
best foreplay ever. I wish I could take advantage of the build up when we
get home. There’s nothing I like better than to fuck after riding.

By the time I park the bike in the garage and put both helmets away, Ivy is
already inside the house. Removing my boots at the door, I walk to the
kitchen in search of a beer. It’s hot as hell out there, today.

Ivy’s in the kitchen drinking water from a bottle, her head tipped back
exposing her smooth neck. I stop in my tracks, looking her over from her
wind blown hair all the way down to her sexy little feet.

She finishes her drink and notices me there. A smile breaks out over her
face and she rapidly closes the distance between us. “I had so much fun,
Brock,” she smiles and throws her arms around my neck. My arms wrap around
her like they have a mind of their own and my hands caress up and down the
middle of her back. Each time they get dangerously close to her ass.

She lifts her head from my chest and stares at my lips. It’s an invitation
that’s impossible to miss and impossible to turn down. Leaning forward, I
brush our mouths together and pause, waiting for her to change her mind.
Her hands on the back of my neck urge me down to kiss her again. Slamming
our lips together with an out of control need, I grip strands of her hair
between my fingers and hold her head in place.

Our tongues tangle and she wiggles her sexy little body against me. Her
nipples brush back and forth on my chest making my cock hard as nails. My
hands release her hair and trail down to cup her round ass. I scoop her up
as if she weighs no more than a feather. She wraps her legs around my hips
and rubs her pussy against my cock. Two steps bring me to the kitchen
counter where I set her down. Our mouths never lose contact. We’ve both
been fighting this attraction since day one. We kiss as if we’re starved
for each other. This moment was inevitable.

Her hands slip under my t-shirt, her fingers tease my skin along the
waistband of my jeans. Fuck. I want her so bad. I want to strip us both of
all our clothes and impale her on my cock. I want to fuck her harder than
Jude or anyone else ever has. Instead, I catch her hands in mine, pulling
them behind her back. “Lean back on your palms,” I tell her, guiding them
to the counter. She listens and it makes me want her even more. The
position she’s in has her chest thrusting forward. Slowly, I lift her shirt
and then undo her bra. Her naked tits are the hottest I’ve ever seen. The
tips hard and begging for my mouth to close around them. My hands cradle
her as my mouth lowers to take one nipple between my lips. She moans and
arches her back more. Moving to the other nipple I suck the hard tip into
my mouth and then let my tongue circle around it. “Yes,” she gasps.

My hand moves to her stomach, sliding down to toy with the button on her
pants. Glancing down at her, our eyes lock and I can see she wants this as
bad as I do.

“Please,” she whispers. My fingers undo the button and as my thumb and
index finger grip the tab on her zipper a knock on the front door has me
freezing in place.

“Don’t stop, Brock,” she begs, but the interruption has the effect of an
ice bucket dumped over my head.

I shake my head. “This never should have happened.” Turning away, I leave
her seated on the counter and head to the front door. Opening it I find
Jude standing there.

“Hi, is Ivy here?”

I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head. Just what I fucking need.
This dude sniffing around her again. “Yeah, come in.” I gesture for him to
enter. “I’ll grab her for you.”

I move back toward the kitchen my pace quick. I find Ivy still sitting on
the counter, but her clothes are back in place. “Jude’s here,” I say.

She smiles. “He is?” she questions her face lighting up at the thought of
spending time with him. I scowl. She scoots forward and lowers herself to
the floor in a rush to get to him..

“Ivy,” I call her name. She glances up at me. “Don’t let him put his hands
on you.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Remy Blake is a best selling male and female author duo who paired up
because two dirty minds are better than one. Bringing readers steamy, short
reads, with insta lust/love and a HEA.

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REVIEW ~ GUARDIAN ~ by Remy Blake

Guardian  ~~  Remy Blake

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My Rating:  4.5

Cover:  5

Genres:  Romance, Erotic Romance, Older man/Younger woman

POV:  First-person dual perspectives

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Synopsis:

The daughter of my oldest friend is now my responsibility. I expected a little girl in pigtails. What I got was a Lolita with an attitude that drives me insane, and a body that fuels every man’s fantasies.

She’s everywhere I turn. Tormenting me, teasing me, taunting me; wrapping herself around my every thought. Invading my life in more ways than one. Ivy Colt is my poison.

I know I shouldn’t want her, but like her namesake she’s an itch I need to scratch.

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My Review:

GuardianGuardian by Remy Blake

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

4.5 Stars to Guardian by author duo Remy Blake.

Guardian was a super short, sexy read. At first, after reading the blurb, I made the assumption that the trope of this book was probably ‘daddy’ kink.” It was not. The premise is strictly older man/younger woman. The hero, Brock, was fifteen years older than the heroine, Ivy. That said, I adored this book and was not at creeped out by the age difference.

Brock is shocked to learn that his long time friend passed away and left Brock guardianship of his daughter. Brock does not understand why his friend would ask him to do that, but Brock does not say no. Unfortunately, Brock has no idea how to take care of the girl. A girl, he mistakingly assumed was a child.

When Brock sees Ivy for the first time, he is beyond surprised and not a little dismayed that Ivy, although very young compared to his own age, is a legal adult. She is beautiful and Brock is instantly dismayed by the instant bolt of lust and desire that nearly overcomes him.

Ivy is not happy that she has to live with Brock in order to meet the conditions of her father’s will. Ivy has plans for her future and they do not include Brock.

Sometimes plans change.

To say that Ivy and Brock got off to a rocky and tense start would be an understatement. There was so much tension between them; sexual and otherwise. Overtime they learned to be civil to each other and shortly after became friends. However, they could not remain in the ‘friend’ zone for long. No matter how hard they tried.

Once Brock and Ivy came together (no pun intended 😉 ) the story moved along pretty quickly. In my opinion, there was little to no angst. The intimacy between Brock and Ivy was sexy and hot. I appreciated that Ivy was very mature for her young age which helped set my mind at ease concerning the large age difference.

Also, I thought the writing flowed very well considering this book was written by an author duo. I am definitely planning to read more from Remy Blake in the future.

Guardian was a very sweet, sexy, enjoyable book; one you will love and reread over again.

*I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this novel. My opinions are honest and unbiased*

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Author Bio:

Remy Blake

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Remy Blake is a bestselling male and female author duo who paired up because two dirty minds are better than one. Bringing readers short reads, filled with taboo story lines.

NEW RELEASE ~ Stealing Blue by D.P. Denman

Title: Stealing Blue
Series: The Blue Series: Book 4
Author: D.P. Denman
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: March 30, 2017
When a hot new rock star shows up in Vancouver, Blue Atkins’ career turns out to be more explosive than anyone imagined. His first shot at producing traps him between the kid determined to have him and the boyfriend determined to blame him.
The young singer’s desperate antics crank up Brady’s jealousy and drive Blue out of both their lives into new opportunities and the arms of another man. With the battle for Blue’s affection on, Brady must find a way to bring him home or lose him to a sparkling new life in Los Angeles.





Brady Halverson sat in a dark leather chair in the living room with a glass of wine, listening to the chatter that had continued all through dinner. Blue was right. C.K. could keep a conversation going without any help.
Their dinner guest was a stereotypical teenager, energetic, excitable, and overconfident in places. He assumed they were seeing C.K.’s polite side. A kid raised with the kind of money and power that accompanied Freeman’s reputation had to be used to getting his way, and no doubt used to people kissing his ass. Brady wondered how many of Blue’s friends would join the queue before the album was finished.
Brady had noticed something else during the last couple of hours. C.K. was a flirt and his obvious target that night was Blue.
C.K. sat on the couch, closer to Blue than he needed to be, laughing at everything Blue said. He’d been playing that game all night. Using amusement as an excuse to touch Blue. Shoulder bumps. Playful shoves. Affectionate pats in random places.
Brady watched C.K. chuckle at a comment, giving Blue a gentle shove complete with a shy look from under his lashes. That was sixteen in the past hour. Had Blue and C.K. been alone the kid would have made a move already. That knowledge lit a cinder in Brady’s chest. He cooled it with a drink of wine.
Brady wasn’t fond of flirts. He was less fond of the kind who hit on his man. The only thing keeping him from pulling C.K. off the couch and shoving him into the vacant chair on the other side of the coffee table was his reluctance to look like the jealous, over protective type he was. So he sat and smiled and pretended not to see C.K.’s fingers rested on Blue’s shoulder.
Seventeen.
Blue didn’t seem to care, and Brady was struggling not to see it as proof Blue liked the attention. He couldn’t afford to start being paranoid that early. Blue and C.K. would spend the next several days locked in the upstairs studio, working alone together. Unless Brady cleared his schedule to sit up there with them, he would have to trust Blue to ignore C.K.’s advances. That or lose his mind and make a scene he wasn’t sure Blue would forgive.
That album was a big deal. It would either launch Blue’s new career as a producer or kill it. He didn’t want to be the reason the project failed.
Brady sat and pretended not to notice the kid encroaching on his territory, all but climbing in Blue’s lap.
Eighteen.
Nineteen.
Twenty.
Award winning author DP Denman writes character-driven contemporary romance about gay men. Her stories are real and intense, but resolve in endings that make people want to read the book all over again. She lives among the moss and trees of the Pacific Northwest with a rambunctious pair of fur babies.


In her spare time, she is a dedicated LGBTQIA rights activist with a special focus on the thousands of rejected and abandoned kids who end up on the street every year. To support the cause, 25% of the royalties from every book go to LGBT charities.

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