He’s hot. Like, stop breathing kind of hot with his killer body, vivid blue eyes, and constant five o’clock shadow.
Did I mention his body?
Watching Hollis Knightly, Olympic diving gold medalist, man-pony specialist—and cocky bastard—stand up on the diving platform in nothing but a small piece of Spandex? Yeah, I’m beguiled.
And easily seduced.
I want to keep things light but he won’t leave me alone. And hell, if he’s not wearing me thin.
What is supposed to be a simple summer fling with a very hot man, has now morphed into a f*cked-up mess of feelings, attachment, and dare I say it…love. But I don’t do relationships. And Hollis Knightly does.
Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.
His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.
On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.
I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.
There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.
What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.
From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.
Yet there’s more.
Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.
I’m enamored. He’s captured me.
How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie?
**STROKED LONG can be read as a stand alone.
About the Author:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
“With American Psycho vibes and characters that will haunt you, Wicked Little Words does not disappoint.” – #1 New York Times Bestselling Author, Jennifer L. Armentrout
Edwin Allen Mercer
I want them all to read my words. And they do. Every last blood-stained sentence, they’ve read and praised me for. They love the gore and violence, the realness. And I get a sense of power with it all because I know a secret: the victims in my books—they’re real and have all died on my table. And maybe that’s why the last book had such awful reviews. Murder is, after all, a dirty little thing. Some can stomach it. Others can’t. My answer to those reviews: find a woman to co-author with. To be the next pathetic character in my book. Pity she’s so pretty.
Miranda Cross
All I’ve ever wanted was to be successful as a writer so when I was offered the opportunity to co-author a book with my idol, EA Mercer, I jumped at the chance. He’s beautiful and a literary genius, but something about him makes my stomach knot. And maybe it’s my overactive imagination making my hairs stand on end when he walks up behind me.
After all, these wicked little words we’re typing are only fiction. They’re only fiction…
Holy Shizballs! This book had me grabbing for my dog, (hubby was sleeping) and then double checking the door lock. (the dog is small, I carried her.) Now I read dark romance on occasion, and sometimes I even have to put them down and walk away. I came pretty close with this one.
WLW is more of a psychological thriller than a romance, and at times I didn’t know whether to cringe or run screaming into the night. But, I couldn’t seem to put it down, and this is about as far from my usual style of books as I ever get.
The basis of this story is about an author, Edwin Allan Mercer. He’s a New York Times Best Seller who writes murder mysteries., and his descriptions of murders are amazingly accurate. That might have something to do with his side-hobby. But his last book got negative reviews and he’s not happy. He needs to get a feminine perspective, so after an exhaustive search, in comes grad student Miranda. To help him.
This book is chilling, and try as you might, you’ll never see the end coming. It’s a shocker. The authors together have one amazing voice, one incredibly scary imagination.
Stevie J. Cole lives deep in the woods of Alabama with her two precious daughters. She studied Epidemiology concentrating on cancer research but has always had a passion for writing. Some of her stories will strip you bare, some will give you nightmares, but the one thing she can promise is that she will always give you stories that make you feel.
Raw. Gritty. Love.
Because sometimes characters need to be flawed.
BT Urruela was an infantryman in the US Army from August 2004 until February 2011. At the end of a year long tour to Baghdad, Iraq, his vehicle was hit by two roadside bombs, which took his right leg below the knee and the life of his commander. He was awarded a Purple Heart for his wounds, an Army Commendation Medal, and Combat Infantryman’s Badge. He medically retired from the Army in 2011 and moved to Tampa, FL where he currently works as a Director and Brand Ambassador for VETSports, a veteran community sports nonprofit he co-founded in 2012. He also conducts motivational speeches, works as a cover and fitness model and he’s a personal performance trainer. He co-wrote the military romance novel A Lover’s Lament and will be releasing his debut solo novel, Into the Nothing, on June 21st, 2016.
If I haven’t said this before, I absolutely love Sara Anderson! This is one author whose books I get excited over scheduling, and since I haven’t done reviews for the first 4 in the series, you can bet they are coming. Sara has a way of sucking me into genres I usually don’t read. First, It was her sci-fi series, I hadn’t liked sci-fi until I had read her series and then I read it twice! (Yup, reviews are coming!) Then, shifters, I had occasionally read them, but this series got me much more into the genre than usual. (It doesn’t hurt that her shifters are alpha, dominant, and kinky. Yup, that does it for me.)
The heroine in this book seriously had me crying. Rebecca has it awful for a pretty good portion of her life. She and Travis grew up together, and when they were older, they fell in love. Travis knew her father was bad news, but she won’t leave. She’s convinced the Guardian and cholans will execute her for doing so. After Travis and Rebecca make love for the first time, she disappears without a trace. It’s not until ten years later when Travis finds out she’s alive and in a horrible situation. He mounts a rescue team. Will he save her in time?
I cried a few tears over this one. Sara knows how to do the female in distress to a tee, and I actually love those type of books. It may be crazy, but I kind of like when the guy has to rescue his hurt woman, then take care of her. Ok, don’t psychoanalyze me. I just do. This is another page-turner from Sara. I devoured it from cover to cover, and oh, how I loved it. Spectacular writing, with great drama, wonderful sex scenes that sizzled off the page.
“I bet I could make you fall in love in a week.” The offer seals Scott Russell’s fate.
After a bitter betrayal and an ugly divorce, the detective is forced to make a fresh start. His new position in a quiet suburb should be a walk in the park compared to his years in Chicago. However, he quickly learns that small towns come with their own issues, with citizens who are slow to forgive and even slower to forget.
The town’s wealthy and reclusive author is a mystery to most. To Scott, she’s just another nameless girl on the train. With a reserved smile and shoes worth more than a month’s rent, his only concern is she might be out of his league.
“I can give you seven days, but not my heart.” The acceptance is one more in a string of lies.
Celeste Smythe doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Relationships take time and sometimes even that isn’t enough. Not with the secrets she harbors in her guarded heart. Yet fate keeps pushing her toward the handsome and absurdly persistent man, and resisting may be more than she can endure, no matter the risks.
When the week is over, Scott may think he knows her. Celeste may know she loves him. But when the truth is revealed about the town’s most talked about citizen, he may discover he’s put more than his heart on the line.
Jenni Moen lives in her hometown in Oklahoma with her husband and three crazy, exuberant kids who have the potential to burn the house down at any moment.
When she’s not chauffeuring kids around town, performing her mom duties as a short order cook and maid, or vacuuming for her fastidious husband, she hammers away at her keyboard. Sometimes that means she’s up to no good. But every now and then a new book is born.
Sometimes a romance is full of warm, gooey, love and romance. The hero is a great guy, and theres always a happy ending. Be warned, this isn’t that type of book. If you like your guys flawed, edgy, and oh so take charge and don’t quite care how they get the girl. Then read on.
Wolfe is a guy who has spent months upon months in a hospital after being found full of bullets. He ends up in a rehab center. Kiara is his nurse. She’s also a spy. Sent to spy on him. After months of getting to know each other, she’s charged with kidnapping him and keeping him contained for an hour. But what she doesn’t know, is that Wolfe can tell when someone is lying to him, especially women. Not only that, but he can take control of woman and have them do whatever he wants. What follows is lots of dubious consent, rough BDSM scenes, and some quite inventive punishments bordering on cruelty as they outrun the agents after him.
This is definitely a dark read. I’ll admit, some parts were hard for me to deal with, particularly one punishment when she was chained to a tree. But I enjoy a well-written dark romance from time to time and this one was excellent. It had me hooked from the first word all the way until the end. You should know that this book is a spin-off of her Dark Hearts series, which I plan on reviewing at a later date.
The Sons of Sinners MC series is into its second book, and it continues the menage format that Ms Reed’s fans have come to know and love,along with the boys being very Alpha. Yum, just yum. Though my only issue, and it’s a personal thing, beards. The guys in this book, especially Bear, have beards. Yeah, that just doesn’t do it for me at all. I don’t mind the 3-day scruff look, I’ll even take a goatee on the right guy, but no beards.
Jill Anderson was introduced in the last book when her husband left her destitute and the MC took casino equipment from her home. That’s when Bear and Saxton started falling for her and left her a card. She ends up getting beaten up in the parking lot of the strip club she waitresses at.Her boss finds the card and calls Sax and Bear. The mugger took her license when he beat her, so the boys take her to the compound to live with them. As she heals, she learns just how much they want her.
As with the previous books, this was a totally enjoyable read. We get a glimpse of what the next book is going to be about at the end of this one, and yup, the menage looks alive and well.
I’m finally getting to read a series from book one! (Okay, I’ve done it before, but not lately, as you can probably all attest to.) I’m already a fan of Samantha Cole’s, so I knew I was going to enjoy this going in to it. I’m glad I was right. Leather and Lace is the first book of the Trident Security series. It’s about a group of hot guys who work for a security agency that are ex-military, are of the kinky persuasion, (Oh yeah, I need a bodyguard methinks.) and protect and defend.
In this book we have writer Kristin Anders who is writing a BDSM romance. She’s having hot fantasies about her character, Master Xavier, club owner. When she decides to take a break, she goes to an Irish pub for a drink. She sees 6 of the hottest guys she’s ever seen. When her computer fizzles, one of them comes over to fix it, but it’s Devon ‘Devil Dog ‘ Sawyer that catches her attention. He looks like her Master Xavier. Devon and Kristin run into each other again in the BDSM club that Devon co-owns. Turns out he’s a dominant. After a hot how-do-you-do, they decide on a week-end of no strings week-end sex. 3 days, then they part, but will they, or won’t they? And someone has it against the team at Trident. , can they find out who in time?
This was just an awesome book, and you can bet it will be one I will definitely read again. Very well written with complex characters and enough suspense to keep me hanging. I’m definitely excited for the rest of the series.
