August 28, 2015

COVER REVEAL (Shelly Crane)

 Title: The Other Side of Gravity
Author: Shelly Crane
Series: The Oxygen Series, Book One
Genre: Sci-Fi
Cover Reveal Date: August 27th
Release Date: TBA

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My name is Maxton and I’m a trader.

I live on a soulless planet where gravity, oxygen, and everything else are sold to the highest bidder on the black market. People are sold on the black market, too. You have to work really hard not to become one of those people. Pay your taxes, keep your friends and family close, and more than anything else—don’t get caught by the Militia. But all the rules changed for me the day I found her.

My name is Sophelia and I’m a stowaway.
I’ve been a slave for almost as long as I can remember. Waiting for the one day, one second, for my proprietor to turn his head so I could run and never look back. Now I'm on the run. And on a planet where no one is on your side and people would turn you in for a good meal or a piece of a silver, being on the run on Landu is the last place you want to be. Until he found me.

I won't survive without him.

I can't breathe without her.

Shelly is a NEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling author from a small town in Georgia and loves everything about the south. She is wife to a fantastical husband and stay-at-home mom to two boisterous and mischievous boys who keep her on her toes. She hoards paperbacks, devours sweet tea, searches year-round for candy corn, and loves to spend time with her family and friends, go out to eat at new restaurants, site-see in the new areas they travel to, listen to music, and, of course, loves to read, but doesn't have much time to these days with all the characters filling her head begging to come out. She is author to over twenty books and counting!

Her own books happen by accident and she revels in the writing and imagination process. She doesn’t go anywhere without her notepad for fear of an idea creeping up and not being able to write it down immediately, even in the middle of the night, where her best ideas are born.

August 24, 2015

I Need You by Cynthia P. O'Niell

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Rafe Prescott controlled every aspect of his life from finalizing legal contracts for his family’s company to negotiating the next conquest at the sex club. After seeing the pain his brother in-law went through after losing his mate, he swore he’d never give his heart to anyone. He even scoffed at his brother for falling in love at first site, until he met her… 

She’s unlike anyone he's ever encountered, not bending easily to his alpha dominance or sexual persuasions. Everything about her enticed him with the need to make her his own, but she was hiding something, never divulging too much of her past.

Dawn Jamieson lived life having to constantly be on alert. All she wanted was to be normal – to have her dream man and the perfect job. But could she handle both of these things being in different states? The day she left Orlando would be the day her heart connected with someone and the beginning of her own personal hell, making her question everything.

She knew he was a dominant, and she had always been curious about the BDSM lifestyle, reading every romance novel possible, but could she be what Rafe needed? In turn, would he be willing to risk everything, including his own life, to save her?

All he knew is that he loved her and needed her Here!

Note: This is a Complete Novel. No cliffhanger. Dual POV. Rated 18+ due to adult language and sexual content. This is an adult contemporary erotic romance filled with suspense and light elements of BDSM, Dom/sub play. This series centers around the Prescott family, their friends, and businesses. It includes computer hackers, unsavory characters, and corporate hijinks. These are stand alone books that create the series, but they do not need to be read in order. The story is more enhanced if read in order. 



            I lifted her chin with my fingers and held her in place, so our eyes met. I noticed her lids were hooded and her eyes dilated with sensual need. “You are my definition of perfection. Don’t ever forget that.” I whispered against her lips, waiting for a response.
If Id ever had any doubt as to her submissiveness, it was laid to rest with her quiet, Yes, sir.  Two simple words, but they meant everything to me.
Our mouths melded together, engaging in a passionate dance. Her tongue caressed my lips, and my teeth nipped hers, each of us begging to be inside the other.  My lips blazed a trail down her neck, nipping at the juncture of her shoulder.  A soft moan escaped her throat, her fingers clenched my shoulders, and she unconsciously rocked her hips against my thighs, making me harden beneath her.  Dont forget this is about her tonight, not you.  You need to gain her trust, so she knows you have her best interest at heart.
I brought one hand up to gently brush across one of her breasts, feeling her hardened nipple through the fabric.  The other traveled up her inner thigh to rest against her center.  I could feel the heat radiating off of her lace panties, which were soaked with her arousal.  The scent was starting to permeate the air and forever burning a place within my heart and mind. 
I slowly ran a finger along the edge of her panties, but was met with a slap to my arm.  Her words were breathy, barely audible, as her head shook.  I cant Rafe.  You promised wed go slow.
I held her close to me and gently bit her nipple through her clothes. Her eyes closed, then she threw her head back, my name expressed in a sensual moan that had me so hard I was afraid there would be a permanent imprint of the zipper on my dick.  My mouth moved slowly up her jaw line and to her mouth, where I tugged on her lower lip with my teeth, teasing it. Make no mistake, bella.  I. Want. You.  But tonight is all about your pleasure, not mine.  Let me show you what it can be like with me. Let me give you both pleasure and pain. Together, they elicit orgasms that have to be experienced to believe. I promise to take nothing for myself, only giving you the satisfaction that you desirethat you deserve.  Please, may I show you what its like to be mine?
My hand moved higher on her inner thigh, massaging circles into her skin, as I spoke.  When I reached her drenched center, I rubbed the heel of my hand against her mound to emphasize my point.  Say no and well stop right now. Ill return you to your hotel, no harm no foul.  What will it be, mi amore?
She trembled and shifted closer, an impassioned, Yes! was her only response. 
I thrust my tongue into her mouth, devouring every inch of it, demonstrating what Id love to do with her in bed. My fingers found their way under the saturated lace of her panties and caressed her warm, slick folds. 
I stroked from her clit to her entrance once, twice, and elicited a sweet moan from her lips.  Thats it, bella.  Feel me, my touch, focus on this moment, and allow the pleasure to fill you. 
Dawns body relaxed into mine, my fingers moved further down to her soaked center.  Her smell was intoxicating.  A gentle hint of lavender mixed with the subtly of cherries.    It was all I could do not to rip open my pants and shove deep inside her.  My cock had other ideas, but tonight would be about gaining her trust, show her I was a man of my word.  Id give her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, but Id leave her craving moreneeding me.
My teeth nipped at that oh so tender spot just behind a womans ear that drove everyone nuts, including Dawn.  I slipped one finger into her center, as my thumb smoothed over her hardened nub, causing her to rock hard against my hand.  I knew there was a little minx in there somewhere.  Now I just need to coax it to the surface and encourage it to explore. 
Her core was tight, hot, and needy.  Her vaginal walls clamped down hard on my finger, sucking me inside.  I rimmed her core, trying to stretch her with each pass until I was finally able to push in another finger.  Shed be hell on my dick, so tight I wouldnt even last a second.  God, she felt good. 
Dawn began riding my hand. My thumb circled her distended clit, and my fingers sought out the bundle of nerves inside that would make her explode in my arms.  Her breathing became erratic and soft whimpers escaped her lips as her walls began to flutter against my fingers. 
This is your first lesson in discipline, mia bella angelo.  You will not come until I tell you.  Her body became stiff as she tensed.  She scrunched her eyes and panted in an attempt to keep herself from coming apart in my arms.  I wouldnt torture her for long. 
I kept up my ministrations, as she whimpered and fought to control her body.  Her scent, her movements, everything about her solidified it was only her that I needed. And I needed her here, with me.
Her fingers began to dig into my shoulders, signaling it was time to watch my woman come for the first time.  My fingers moved in and out of her moist heat at a brutal pace. My thumb pressed firmly against her clit, I whispered against her neck, Come for me, mi amore, and my fingers curved inward to press against her g-spot.  Her body began to quake in my arms and my mouth covered hers, swallowing her cry of ecstasy.  


Cynthia P. O’Neill grew up in small town in South Florida and moved to Central Florida to attend college. There, she married her friend, love, and soul mate and still resides with their amazing son, and a feisty, four-legged little boy. 

In her books, Cynthia draws on her background in healthcare and business, along with her husband’s engineering knowledge. 

She currently writes on all levels of Romance. The Remembrance Series encompasses New Adult with a touch of Paranormal activity and a hint of Historical romance. A Learning Series is for those who like a little more steam with their books, falling into the categories of Contemporary - Erotica, with a hint of suspense. 

Her latest series, Need, will have several books, each focusing on one couple per book. The main couple will then become supporting characters, while some of the background characters step forward to find their own happily ever after. It will be will be a Contemporary – Erotic romance with a high level of suspense added. 

She tries to make her writing very personal and close to her heart. Regular life is the inspiration for her books, but her imagination takes them to new heights, opening up possibilities that would normally not exist. 

To learn more about the author, please visit Cynthia’s website at:

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August 23, 2015

Capture by Rachel Van Dyken (REVIEW & EXCERPT)

(Standalone read)

Losing your ability to speak at the age of seventeen; it’s not normal or fair.
But trauma, has a way of throwing normality out the window.

Dani lives anything but a normal life.
Her sister is married to one of the biggest names in Hollywood.
Her best friends are rockstar duo AD2.
And she has more love around her than most people experience in a lifetime.
But that doesn't change the fact their parents are dead.
Or that it's her fault.

It seems her new normal is being a mute, living on the inside, unable to actually communicate on the outside.
That is until Hollywood’s newest heartthrob Lincoln Greene hires her as his assistant for the summer.
He's gorgeous, completely unavailable, and unobtainable.
But that doesn't stop her from wondering...if things were different...would he want her?
If she was whole, would he be the other half? 

4.5 stars

Every one has that one author that they can re read over and over again. For me I actually have several and included in those is Rachel Can Dyken.

When I heard that she was coming out with another book with the Seaside characters I was so stoked. I loved all the other books that I just knew this one was going to be AMAZING.

When I dived into it I was a little taken back with how much emotion it held Dani is such an unbelievably lovable character. Most of the book she couldn't talk she is a mute but she is still sassy as hell. I think out of the girls in these series she is officially my favorite.

When she started working with Lincoln as his assistant she doesn't hold back and Lincoln starts to like her pretty much right off the bat. There relationship is pretty strong, he does screw up more than once but his sexy smirk seems to always fix the problem!

These 2 have a love story unlike the others in the series and I enjoyed that.
I gave 4.5 stars because of the whole underage thing I don't really wanna spoil that part but there is a little underage naughtiness. Other than that it is a definite re read for me and can't wait for the next book I am already intrigued!! 


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“Finally!” Jaymeson pointed at both of us. “Lincoln, show her to her mark. Dani, for this scene you’re simply staring at him like you want to eat him. Think you can do that?”
I nodded.
Any woman could do that.
Most men too.
“Cue music!” Jaymeson called out. “Action.”
A techno mix of AD2’s latest song filled the air as the extras started dancing around us. I stayed glued to the wall while Lincoln delivered his lines to Pris, and then he lifted his head, meeting my gaze.
It’s just a movie. It’s just a movie.
The breath left my chest on one slow exhale as he moved toward me, his body making fluid purposeful movements through the crowd.
My lips parted; my entire body felt heavy as he approached.
He stopped in front of me, his forehead grazing mine as he leaned in a few inches. Our breath mingled as the music and scene faded around me.
“Cut!” Jaymeson yelled.
Holy crap on a cracker. I almost experienced my first stroke — at seventeen.
“You okay?” Lincoln’s eyebrows knit together in concern.
I licked the lipstick from my lips and nodded quickly.
Jaymeson approached. “Time for the kiss, remember kissing, not hockey. Clearly, you were confused earlier.”
Lincoln gritted his teeth and let out a little groan.
I patted his arm and grinned, my way of encouraging him. He seemed to pale more.
My stomach sank.
Maybe it was me.
I was the problem.
Not the kiss, but me. If he’d had trouble kissing my gorgeous sister, how was he going to be able to kiss me?
“Hey…” Lincoln cupped my cheek. “… focus on me, nothing else, alright? It’s only us.”
I nodded.
“You ever been to a party?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Ever made out with a guy at a party that wasn’t your boyfriend?”
I thought about it then slowly shook my head.
“So that’s what this scene is about. It’s about a guy seeing a girl from across the room and wanting her so badly that he’s willing to cheat on his own girlfriend for just one taste. Granted, he’s supposedly drunk and high, but that just takes the romance out of it, doesn’t it?”
He released my cheek and stepped back. “Imagine you’re trying to attract me, make your body as inviting as possible. Hell, just stand there and look at me, and you’ll sell it.”
Sell it. I repeated the words in my mind.
I could do that.
Because I wanted him to kiss me.
It made my heart beat faster.
My blood pump harder.
And for the first time since my parents’ death, I was actually excited about something. Nervous, but excited.
“Okay,” I mouthed.
I must have surprised him again because his eyes darkened, and then he grinned. “One day, Dani. One day I’m going to hear my name coming from that gorgeous mouth of yours, and I’m not going to be held responsible for my actions… damn the consequences.”
My breath hitched.
“Quiet on set! And action!”
There was no warning. Suddenly, Lincoln’s mouth was fused against mine, no teeth, just his soft lips pushing, prodding, moving slowly back and forth until his tongue slid through and made contact with mine.
Heart racing, I opened my mouth enough to deepen the kiss as heat washed over me.
He groaned and dug his fingers into my shoulders then slid his hands down my back and gripped my butt. I let out a squeak of surprise as I flicked his tongue with mine.
“Cut!” Jaymeson yelled.
I kept kissing.
So did Lincoln.
His chest brushed roughly against mine; my breasts ached at the sharp contact. I let out a little hiss at the exact time Linc let out a groan and nudged his knee between my legs.
“Cut!” Jaymeson yelled again.
Slowly, Lincoln pried himself away from me, chest heaving.
“Good enough,” said Jaymeson.
“No,” Lincoln argued without taking his wild grey eyes off me, “I went off script. We need to do it again.”
“The hell you do,” someone mumbled. I wasn’t surprised to see Demetri glaring daggers at Lincoln’s back. Alec was next to Jaymeson, giving him an earful. I noted the strong tick in his jaw.
“Fine.” Jaymeson waved them both off. “We’ll do it again.”
“Take two, and action!”
This time the kiss was slow, languid in its movements. Hot waves of pleasure coursed through my body as his tongue slid seductively pass my lips. His taste, the feel of his mouth was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Greedily, I moaned, desperate for more of him as I reached for his shirt then fisting it with my hands and tugging him tighter against my body, wanting more contact with him. I felt every plane of muscle as he slowly turned us so his back was semi facing the camera. His knee nudged my legs apart as pressure increased down the middle of my body. I hadn’t really looked long at the script, but I was pretty sure that this wasn’t part of it.
Not that I was complaining.
He rocked into me, my back connected with the wall. With a possessive growl, he nipped my lower lip then started kissing down my neck. Kissing in public had never been my thing — but maybe that was because I’d never kissed Lincoln.
I would kiss him anywhere.
All he needed to do was ask.
Body humming with pleasure, I let out a little gasp as his warm lips met the pulse on my neck. Then his tongue licked where his lips had just been.
His knee rose higher and higher as my body sank onto his; the first contact of his leg had my body screaming with pleasure — just a little higher, just a little more.
“Cut!” someone shouted, though it didn’t sound like Jaymeson.
Suddenly, Demetri was pulling Lincoln away from me and glaring daggers at both of us. “I think you guys got the scene.”
Embarrassed, I looked down, tucking my silky hair behind my ear. Did I really almost just dry hump Lincoln Greene’s leg? In front of about twenty people, including my sister?
“You sure?” Lincoln asked, voice hoarse. I glanced up at him, his chest was heaving with exertion, his lips swollen. “Because I could have sworn I messed up my lines.”
“There are no lines, you bastard,” Demetri muttered under his breath.
“Damn it!” Jaymeson shouted. “Hey, guys, I’m going to need you to shoot it one more time. Remember, Lincoln, you’re supposed to proposition her.”
Lincoln grinned smugly at Demetri.
Demetri didn’t move.


Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
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August 19, 2015

Devil in The Detail REVIEW and EXERPT!


Loves comes in all shapes and forms, and sometimes it can be hard to distinguish which one you’re given.

I run from my pain—that’s just what I do. It’s how I’ve managed to keep a handle on the shame and remorse at what I did the day my life changed. Has it changed me for the good, or for the worse—I can never be sure? Some days it's one and most it’s the other.

Now, each day is getting darker, ever since I met the woman who has the power to ease my ache and got a taste for what could be.

Selfish? Maybe. Foolish? Definitely. But nothing can stop me until I prove to her she needs me just as much as it kills me to wake up one more day without her.

I’ll do whatever it takes—even if I risk my life and my health fighting her psychotic and possessive old man to get her in my bed.

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Her brow twitches. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” She steps away, heading for the door.

Lunging from the chair, I catch her shoulder and spin her to face me. “Can’t do what? Why are you running?”

“Because being around you makes me feel things, and I know it’s wrong to.”

“Ramona, you need to tell me,” I plead, heart beating erratically. “What kind of ‘things’ are you feeling?” I need to know if they’re the same.

“Like you could be something incredible for me. But . . . ”

God, she’s killing me. “But?”

“It’s not the right time.” She smiles softly.

A beat passes with us staring at one another. I don’t want the moment to end. I don’t want her to walk away. “Do you love him?” My tongue is thick in my mouth.
She shakes her head, smiling, yet her eyes are sad . . . so damn sad. “Not like you think—that’s the problem.”

Author Bio

Max is the author of the suspense filled, and highly emotive Butcher Boys series. She writes uniquely dark romance, featuring damaged alphas and the women who help them achieve balance in their lives.

Originally born and bred in Canterbury, New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn't change a thing.

In her down time, Max can be found at her local gym, brain-storming through a session with the weights. Or, she may be out bumping, and jostling her way along a dirt track with the family in hubby's 4WD.

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