Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Spin & Ruin Box Set by CD Reiss



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Due to popular demand and in anticipation of RULE, the grand finale of the series....…Books One & Two in CD Reiss's hit mafia series,
Songs of Corruption Series are bundled into one set!  

That’s right. Spin & Ruin are together for ONLY 99c! (normally over $7)

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Blurb

Rough sex. Dirty talk. Criminal activity. Cursing. Fisticuffs. Closed course. Professional driver. Do not try this at home.**

Theresa Drazen wants to know one thing.
Is there something wrong with her?
Because from what she can see, she has money, brains, a body that does the job. Yet, she keeps getting shelved. Most recently, by her fiancé who happens to be the DA.
And she'll get over it, really. No problem. She'll just have a nice, short encounter with a mysterious Italian named Antonio who may or may not be involved with some kind of alleged criminal activity...blah blah...
Let's call a spade a spade.
He's a mobster.
Let's face a few more facts.
He's hot. He's smart. And if anyone breathes on her the wrong way, he's got no problem beating their head against a Porsche until they're willing to lick up their own vomit to make it stop.
Just about everything about that turns her on.
Yeah. There's something wrong with her.



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Excerpt
I caught the scent again and looked in her direction, as if I could see the smell’s source. It could have come from anyone. It could have been the gorgeous black lady with the sweet smile. It could have been the plate of saucy meat that crossed my path. Could have been the waft of parking lot that came through the door before it snapped closed.
 But it wasn’t.
 I knew it like I knew tax code; it was him. The man in the dark suit and thin pink tie, the full lips and two-day beard. His eyes were black as a felony, and they stayed on me as his body swung into the booth.
 The smell had come from him, not the other man getting into the booth. It was in his gaze, which was locked on me, disarming me. He was beautiful to me. Not my type, not at all. But the slight cleft in his chin, the powerful jaw, the swoop of dark hair falling over his forehead seemed right. Just right. I swallowed. My mouth had started watering, and my throat had gotten dry. I got a flash of him above me, with that swoop of hair rocking, as he fucked me so hard the sheets ripped.
 He turned to say something to the hostess, and I took a gulp of air. I’d forgotten to breathe. I put my hands to my shirt buttons to make sure they were fastened, because I felt as if he’d undressed me.

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Rule Releases on August 27th!
Pre-order available at the following retailers
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Meet CD Reiss! 
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CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon 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 embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.

Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

 

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Professor Cline Revealed (Book One) by J.M. La Rocca


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**Please choose one excerpt**

Excerpt #1
“Dance with me?”
I stared at him blankly. “Uhh.” I turned and scanned the room, looking for a radio of some kind, but didn’t see anything. Did he want to dance with no music? Would that be such a bad thing? The sexual tension was already at its highest peak, so it couldn’t get any more frustrating.
I grabbed my glass of wine and took two healthy gulps before latching on to his hand.
He pulled me up to him and out of nowhere, music started to play.
We walked a few feet away from the table, not far from the fire pit.
“Where did the music come from?”
He tugged me close, lifting my arms to wrap around his neck. Then he placed his arms on my lower back, pulling me flush to his body.
“I have the remote in my pocket.”
I smirked at his slickness and looked into his eyes.
“If I didn’t know any better, Mr. Cline, I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”
He chuckled as he swayed us to the classical music.
“I don’t seduce, Ms. Blake. I take what I want.”
My cheeks flushed, and I tried to hold back my smile. The whole purpose of us getting together was so we could get to know one another better, but I couldn’t deny or hold back the sexual tension. I knew he could feel it, too, but I wasn’t going to make the first move.
“Is that so?” I asked, raising a brow. “I see a man being romantic.”
My breathing picked up as he slowly ran his hands up my sides until his thumbs were resting directly under the wire of my bra.
“I don’t do romance,” he said softly, his lips lowered to my ear.
“I beg to differ.”
My breath was coming in short pants as his thumbs moved over the swells of my breast. I was ready for him to lose control and take me right there. Anything to release the pulsing that was taking over my lower half.
He lowered his head into my neck, and I could feel his hot breath blow against my skin before his teeth scraped against me, causing me to moan.
I pulled back and looked him over. The lamps caused shadows to form on his face, but his blue eyes stared into me, daggers piercing my soul. Deep down, even though I had battles with myself, I felt like I already belonged to him. I just needed to surrender.
“You can’t be a man who takes what he wants when it’s willingly being given to you,” I admitted.
As soon as the words left my mouth, his lips were on mine. Lifting his hands, he entangled them in my hair and I did the same to him. I felt his erection pushing through his pants as I pressed myself harder against him, my need taking over my actions.
He slowly started walking me backwards until my back met the wall, then he pulled back, breaking our kiss.
“Turn around and put your hands up on the wall,” he commanded in a low tone, breathing heavily.
Excitement coursed through me and I did as I was told. My arousal had soaked through my thong and was dampening my thighs, something that had never happened to me before. With Mason, I was always so ready, the excitement of being with him overwhelming.
All thoughts of the way the night was supposed to go quickly went out the door as soon as I felt him gathering up my skirt. I bowed my head and took deep breaths as I felt the material slowly move higher and higher.
“I’ve been craving you,” he breathed, leaning in to me. I tilted my head back until the side of his face was pressed against mine. “To feel that tight pussy around my cock.” He bunched my dress up around my hips and pulled back. “If you don’t want this, princess, tell me now,” he growled.
“I want it,” I moaned as he ran his fingers along the outside of my thong. “Don’t stop.”
Grabbing both sides of my dress, he lifted it up, pulling me away from the wall so he could yank it off completely.
“Lean toward the wall, place your hands above your head and stick your ass out for me.”
I did as I was told; all the while, he was running the tips of his fingers up and down my spine.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I turned my head and looked behind me to see him unbuttoning his dress shirt. He was glorious underneath his clothes, although I hadn’t been able to fully appreciate what he looks like with his pants off, too. When I saw him naked in his bathroom that night, I wasn’t exactly looking at him in a sexual way to appreciate his hard-earned muscular lines.
Meeting his gaze, he smirked at me as he removed his shirt, tossing it to the ground. Then he grabbed my hips and leaned forward, placing his lips on my shoulder blade, kissing his way down.
I looked away, dropping my head again, and closed my eyes. I savored every delicate touch of his lips on my skin.
He slowly worked his way down then licked the skin right above my thong, and I moaned in anticipation. Slowly, he grabbed the material between his teeth and started pulling them down until they eventually fell on their own.
With my ass sticking out for him to do as he wished, I waited not so patiently for what he might do. What I didn’t expect was for him to spank my ass, causing a yelp to escape my lips.
I felt him get closer to me as he ran a hand from my ass all the way up until his fingers splayed in my hair, grabbing a handful and tilting my head back.
“I wanted to go slow with you, but I need this,” he confessed as he reached his other hand around to slide a finger between my lips, rubbing my clit in the process.
My mouth hung open and moans escaped as his finger worked its way up and down as his other hand tightened in my hair.
“Then take it,” I commanded.


           
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Redemption Awaits!
Professor Cline Redeemed Releases on July 13th!

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Blurb
The past never stays in the past. The pain, guilt, and darkness still flow through my veins and itch to come out. I’m not proud of my secrets, but I have never felt shame either…until her.
Emma makes me feel things I thought I’d become immune to. She makes me want to see light, to rid myself of my demons and it terrifies me.
There is so much from my past she doesn’t know. I told her I wasn’t good for her, that I’d ruin her, and I vowed to stay away. But I can’t get her off my mind.
I need her.
I need her in more ways than I knew were possible for me.
She is my saving grace and I’m ready for redemption.

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Professor Cline Revealed (Book One)
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About the Author:
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J.M. La Rocca was born in Chicago, IL. At an early age, her family relocated to lower Alabama where she began her love for writing. She currently resides in Pensacola, FL with her husband and twin sons. As a stay at home mom, La Rocca was able to pursue her love for writing. It was always an unrealized dream to write her own books. With the love and support from her husband Tony, family, and friends, she set forth and fulfilled that dream.Aside from writing she also loves to read, listen to music, drink wine, indulge on chocolate, chase her little ones around, and spend time with her family and friends.

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Queen of Blood by Jill Myles

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A War is brewing!   Find out what happens in Queen of Blood!

NOW AVAILABLE!


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Blurb

For one hundred years, Seri’s people have lived under the thumb of the Blood, the cruel and mysterious rulers of Athon. Seri wants nothing more than to put food on the table and marry the hotheaded but handsome Rilen come spring. But when a noblewoman asks Seri to be her handmaiden, Rilen insists she move to the enemy’s castle . . . and spy on the newly arrived prince.
Prince Graeme has grown weary of his family’s curse. The Blood are powerful and immortal, but doomed to live in the shadows, flitting from lover to lover, always in search of the mythic Eterna—the one woman who will sate their hunger. Now his father has sent him to the outskirts of the empire to stamp out a rebellious Vidari faction. But when a wild and alluring Vidari girl shows up at court, he finds himself torn between following his father’s orders and following his heart . . .
A war is brewing between Athonite and Vidari, between Blood and man. As uprisings sweep through the land, Seri and Graeme find themselves at the center of a storm with only one choice: betray each other, or betray their people.

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Excerpts (Use as many or as few as you like)

Excerpt #1

“You work too hard.” Rilen took her hand in his own and turned it over, pressing a kiss onto her callused palm. “When you become my wife, that will change.”
“Does your family not eat?” She smiled and snatched her arm back for the second time that day. “And why is it everyone is fascinated with the state of my hands?”
A possessive look swept over Rilen’s face and he took a step closer to Seri. “Who else has been touching you?”
Uneasy, Seri moved closer to the brazier. “No one important. A visiting noblewoman made me a proposition, that’s all.”
His eyes narrowed. “What sort of proposition?”
She finished her treat and tucked the cheesecloth into her pocket. “Nothing important. There’s a ceremony in a few days, and she wanted a little Vidari lapdog at her side to draw attention.” Seri was unable to keep the disgust out of her voice. “Offered me three dru for the sevenday, too.”
“A sevenday?” Rilen glanced over at Timmar. “And you’d live in the castle?”
“I assume.” Seri eyed him uneasily, moving toward her mule as a subtle hint that they should leave. She’d thought Rilen would have been furious at the thought of her debasing herself for a few coins. Instead, he was stroking his chin, regarding her in the same speculative fashion that Lady Mila had.
 “Think, Seri,” he began. “If you’re inside the inner walls of the palace, serving a noblewoman, you’ll have access to everything that goes on inside. Everything that we can only wonder about.” His voice grew excited, and Timmar nodded eagerly.
“I would be a plaything for one of their spoiled ladies. A mockery of our people dressed up for their enjoyment.”
He threw up his arms. “Let them laugh! You can find out who the prince marries and what he intends to do here. We can use this knowledge.” He lowered his voice and leaned in. “You could spy for us. For the rebellion. Think of the things we could learn.”
“But my father and my sister,” she protested, weakening in the sight of his excitement. Humiliation or no, it would be three dru . . . and she cared more about the money than about being a hero.
Rilen shook his head at her. “I’ll visit them every day and make sure that they’re well. It’s only for a sevenday, and think of how you’ll help our cause. When we discover the Athonites’ intentions, we can find out the best time to strike! Soon we will bring the castle down and the land will belong to the Vidari once more.”
“Rilen, I don’t know.” The thought of spending a week inside the enormous stone walls of the palace, alone and friendless and an object of scorn, terrified her. What if more of the soldiers came upon her? Would they stop at mocking her? Or would they take it one step further? But then she thought of the Athonite healer refusing to save her father, just because he was Vidari. Of the new taxes Grimald told her about, and of how she would have to work her fingers to the bone to keep her farm afloat.
Rilen clasped her cheeks and forced Seri to look into his eyes. “I love you, Seri. Won’t you do it for me? For us? So our children won’t have to grow up under Athonite rule?”
He leaned in and kissed her fiercely, and just like that, it was decided.
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 Excerpt #2

“Lady Mila de Vray,” the priest called.
Finally.
Seri braced herself, readying the cords. Ahead of her, the lady swept into the center of the room, making her grand entrance with small flicks of her fan. Hands spread like she had been taught, Seri matched her steps to Lady Mila’s gliding ones as she carried the excessive train of skirts to the center of the floor. Prince Graeme’s eyes flickered over Seri’s appearance and then back to the lady before him. If he recognized either of them, he gave no indication.
Lady Mila sank down into a deep curtsy, skirts pooling around her.
Behind her, hands tangled in the noblewoman’s train, Seri hesitated. Lady Mila’s deep bow just emphasized the fact that Seri was still standing behind her. Was this all part of the game, then? To force her hand and have her insult the court? Someone coughed, a sound that felt out of place in the stillness, and she could feel the heat of every eye in the room on her.
They can string me up next to Kasmar, she thought. I will not yield to this.
Biting her lip, Seri closed her eyes and bent her head, the closest approximation to deference that she could give.
And she waited. Waited for a signal from Lady Mila, or a jerk of the cords. Waited for the priests to indicate that they would move on. Something.
Then, someone gave a surprised shout and then a low murmur rippled through the crowd. Seri looked up, and gasped. A white glow of light had formed in the center of the room, just above Lady Mila’s head. There was no brazier there, no candelabra, no discernible source for the glow. It had appeared suddenly and of its own volition, as if summoned by the gods . . . or the Athonite goddess herself.
“The Betrothed!” Lady Penella breathed, all tears gone. Shock skittered through Seri. Lady Mila? Truly? The small, cruel part of her was disappointed. Lady Mila would be even more insufferable than before. Poor Lady Aynee had looked to be a more suitable—and amenable—bride for the prince.
The two priests continued to chant the Goddess’s praises, rapt and exultant. The room hummed with whispers and Lady Mila stood bathed in the glow, a radiant smile on her face. The prince stood and stepped down from the dais, and the light continued to grow, until suddenly Seri’s skin felt as though it were on fire. Her stomach churned and she tugged at the cords, suddenly desperate to get free, to get out of this over-warm room, away from the Athonites and their goddess and their strange ways. But before she could move, a heavy hand landed on her shoulder.
The prince. He had walked right past Lady Mila to Seri. . . .
And that was when Seri realized that the white light wasn’t centered around Lady Mila, whose face was pinched and bright red with ill-concealed rage.
It was on her.
Seri’s body went numb. “It’s not me,” she protested. “It can’t be.”
The prince gazed down at her for a long moment, dark eyes emotionless. But she could sense turmoil behind them . . . as if he was as upset and surprised as she was. Seri moved to turn, moved to flee. This couldn’t be happening. She wasn’t Prince Graeme’s Betrothed. She was Vidari, and she had to get home, to Josdi and father. To Rilen—
As if sensing her panic, the prince took her by the elbow, turning her to face the crowd. His grip was tight on her arm, holding her in place. “The Goddess has granted me a Betrothed,” he called out in a flat tone that carried across the still ballroom floor. “Truly, I am blessed.”
The room erupted into wild cheers and angry chatter.
“It’s not me,” Seri said again. “It can’t be.”
“You echo my thoughts exactly, madam,” Prince Graeme said in her ear. “Now smile.”

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Meet Jill Myles
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Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic since childhood. She reads all the 'naughty parts' of books first, looks for a dirty joke in just about everything, and thinks to this day that the Little House on the Prairie books should have been steamier.
After devouring hundreds of paperback romances, mythology books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write a few books of her own - stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of super-sexy situations. She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her heroines witty, and she loves nothing more than watching them overcome adversity to fall into bed together.



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Saturday, June 27, 2015

Review of Be the One by Nina Levine



I received this book as an ARC for an honest review. This is the second book in Presley and Jett's story.

In this book we start off just where the last one left off, right after the charity event. Now just because Jett stood up for her at the event does not mean that everything will be all roses and smooth sailing now. What kind of book would that be. In this book we still have an ex who still won't let go, two careers to figure out, and everyday life that can get in the way.

There are many twists and turns in this book that I want to tell you all about but as a reader I want you to experience them for your self. I will say that this book does wrap up their story but still leaves the opportunity for more to be written in this series.

This book is amazing and I would recommend it to anyone and everyone. Pick up your copy today.