Monday, June 30, 2014
***Not suitable for younger readers due to sexual content and language.***
Guys like Joel Wentworth weren't supposed to fall in love with girls like me. He could have had his pick of the girls on campus, but somehow the laws of nature were defied and we fell crazy in love.
For a short time, I thought it would be for infinity.
On July 10, 2006, immediately after graduation, Joel left for New York. And, despite him wanting me to go with him, I'd refused, unwilling to disappoint my parents and risk the judgment of my friends. I hadn’t seen him again. Never even spoke to him.
I've spent the last eight years working hard to put my career front and center in my life, dodging any personal complications. I have a strict no-dating policy. I've managed to piece together a reality that works for me.
Now, Joel's coming back to London.
And I need to get over him before he gets over here.
Ruined by romantic mini-series of the seventies and eighties, I love all things romantic. There's not enough of it in real life so I'll settle for books and films.
I love the rain, the West Wing, London, days when you don't have to wear make-up, being alone, being with friends, elephants and champagne.
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The Seduction by Roxy Sloane
The explosive new series continues….
I thought he would protect me.
I believed his beautiful lies.
I wanted to give him everything – and I was willing to pay the price.
Now everything has changed.
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You like to think you're different, special somehow. But trust me, I'll have you wet and begging for it before you can think of all those bullshit, good girl reasons why not.
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Who am I?
And I've never lost a case.
Until her. Keely Fawes. My mysterious new target.
Someone wants to destroy her -- and I'm their weapon of choice.
Her secrets could be my undoing. Her innocence will ruin me.
But I don't care.
I'm going to show her how fucking good it feels to be bad. She'll come screaming my name if it's the last thing I do.
Show me a woman who doesn't like to be dominated,
and I'll show you a fucking liar.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Dragonfairy Press is pleased to present the cover for Olympus Confidential, book two in the Plato Jones series. Be sure to add this series to your TBR list!
Title: Olympus Confidential
Author: Robert B. Warren
Series: Plato Jones #2
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Dragonfairy Press
Expected Publication Date: November 6, 2014
When a band of super-powered humans stirs up trouble in New Olympia, Zeus knows just who to call.
Wisecracking private investigator Plato Jones is used to cleaning up the gods' messes. But this might be his most dangerous case yet, placing him deep behind enemy lines, in Tartarus Maximum Security Penitentiary. After infiltrating the enemy's organization, Plato inches closer to the truth. But he learns a hard lesson along the way: to defeat a villain, he might have to become one himself.
About the Author:
A fan of thrillers, fantasy, and science fiction, Robert B. Warren has been writing stories ever since he could hold a pencil. In 2009, he received a Bachelor of Arts degree in English and creative writing from the University of Alabama—Roll Tide! He currently lives in the south.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Vincent Mallory Edgerton
Sémya Slotin Mystery #4
By- Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Length- 78000 words/ 280 pages
Genre- Romantic suspense/ international thriller
Release date- July 16th 2014
The pursuit of peace is not always pacific.
Vincent Mallory Edgerton had always been an efficient FREGG operative. It was his family legacy and his pride. He had always loved his job, even when he had to leave everything behind for his safety and become Josh Heinz.
Every love story has a beginning.
Sémya Slotin had been coasting through life solving one mystery after another. While in Hawaii, her young protégée disappeared. When Sémya met Josh Heinz, her mind kept telling her to stay away from the handsome stranger with the hypnotic light brown eyes but she found herself inexplicably drawn to him. He awakened something in her and she was unable to resist him. It never happened to her before. Who was that man?
In Hawaii, Vincent had to work covertly with the sexy bold sleuth. Sémya’s beauty and intellect completely enthralled him, but his passion and growing love for her also changed him. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to finally win her trust and keep her safe, causing him to unleash events that would shape the rest of their lives. From the moment their gazes locked, Sémya and Vincent sealed their fate.
This is the final chapter of the Bird of Prey Saga.
Note: This book is part of the series and is not a standalone. You might be able
to enjoy without reading Bird of Prey and The Plot Thickens first BUT I really advise to read Polliannah Got Married! first.
Dmitri Ivan Guryev yawned and opened his Berlin flat. He just landed from a twelve hour flight from San Diego. His sister Polliannah and her best friend, Sémya Slotin, Detective Extraordinaire, had been living there for the past three weeks. They moved from San Francisco. These women had been coasting around the Western seacoast for the past eight months. He missed having Polliannah around in Moscow but with the current escalating situation with the Dovos family, the furthest away they both were, the safest they should be. That was unless, somehow, Sémya got them into some kind of trouble with one of her cases.
He heard some noises in the kitchen and cursed himself for not being armed and not having men with him. This place was a hideaway that only a handful of people knew about. The less people that know about it the better. The smell of fresh coffee hit him when he entered his kitchen. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he exclaimed when he saw Vincent, shirtless, in his kitchen drinking his coffee from his favorite cup. Edgerton! Of course, he knew about this flat!
“You look like hell. Do you want a cup?” Vincent offered and winced softly patting the large bandage around his stomach. “You should see the other guy.”
Dmitri looked at Vincent’s bruised face. Both of his eyes were black, his lips were swollen and cut, his once thin, long nose was a red puffy mess. “I look like hell. Vincent, what did you do this time?” Dmitri asked, taking the cup Vincent had poured him.
“Escape a certain death,” Vincent said, scratching his short black hair. “I forgot to tell you, I really like this flat. Your best hideaway yet,” he smirked back.
“Are you wearing my clothes?” Dmitri said looking at the pants Vincent was wearing.
“Well, I couldn’t go back to my hotel suite. You see, I left a dead woman there, I just need to lay low for a couple of days,” he said. He walked to the fridge and took out some eggs. “Do you know how to make an omelet? I can’t eat another boiled egg and you’re out of frozen dinners.” Dmitri was to stunned by his revelation and his lack of concern to respond right away. “No Dmitri, I didn’t turn to a life of crime. I leave that to you, Mr. Guryev. Irma Klein drugged me and tried to kill me in my suite last night. I stopped her.” He pushed the box of eggs his way. “I like it with cheese.”
“Why would Irma go after you or FREGG for that matter? That’s suicide,” Dmitri said, picking up the box. Spoiled, rich brat never learned how to cook! You would think that FREGG survival training would cover that besides turning its operatives into killing machines. “She didn’t do this,” he said pointing at Vincent’s battered face.
He didn’t say anything but left the kitchen. Dmitri found him sitting on the sofa, taking what looked like antibiotics. “Sal shot me,” Vincent said when he looked up.
Definitely, the girls were better off in America away from all this mess, catching small time criminals, solving mysteries and what not. “I just got back in Europe and didn’t have time to catch up on your latest prowess. Preppy, what did you do?”
Vincent cocked his head, “You’re going to be some kind of absent father, aren’t you?” He leaned back and closed his eyes. “Why were you in San Diego anyway? Since when are the Guryev’s operating on the American West Coast. I believe you’re trespassing, Dmitri,” he said.
“Ublyudok!” Dmitri said. Vincent could be so cold, making Dmitri forget that he known him since he was just a child, a boy worshipping his big brother Milo… “You’re tailing me? How dare you?” One of his worst nightmares had always been to have Vincent or anyone at FREGG on Sémya and Polliannah’s trail.
Vincent opened his eyes, “That’s my business to know these things. We’re just having a regular lock on your whereabouts. That’s how I knew about this lovely place. Calm down, Dmitri.” Vincent looked like he was in physical pain. His breathing was harsh. “I was at Connelly’s yesterday, when Irma, with her new face, accosted me. One thing led to another, she’s dead and Sal is serious in need of plastic surgery.”
Dmitri frowned back. He walked to one of the guest bathrooms and opened the secret compartment in the back of the towel rack. He picked up a couple of oxycodone tablets and went back to the living room.
Vincent was sweating profusely, probably getting ready to go into shock. He was more hurt that he was letting on. Dmitri threw the pills on the table, “I’m fine, I can ride it out,” he said but his face was riddled with pain. “I though Ivan agreed on not dealing drugs anymore over thirty years ago,” he added.
“Do you have a concussion too? Why are you being more of the dick than usual? Take the pills; I’m just trying to help. You’re still Milo’s little brother after all,” Dmitri told him and helped him up. He forced him to take the pills but Vincent spit them out. “Vincent, why did you come here if you didn’t want my help? Should I call Clyde?”
Vincent shook his head. “They drugged me yesterday, benzodiazepine. I’ve been up for the past twelve hours. I need it out of my system first… so no, no drugs just antibiotics. The bullet grazed me. I know how to patch myself up, Dmitri,” he said but almost collapsed when Dmitri let him go. “A cheese omelet would be nice right now.”
Dmitri laid him back on the sofa. “You’re in trouble, aren’t you?”
Vincent just groaned back, “He had it coming… they all did… for Milo.”
He’s in trouble with FREGG. Irma Klein’s time was already up if she was stupid enough to associate herself with Salomon Dovos. But still, Vincent went too far, “Does it have anything to do with last September and Jim Connelly instead?”
“The pursuit of peace is not always pacific,” Vincent mumbled drifting off into unconsciousness.
Dmitri looked at him and wondered how good it would feel to punch Vincent’s self-righteous face right now. “Do I look like your bloody cook?” He grabbed his mobile and dialled Clyde’s number. “You have one hour to get this smug prick out of my flat or I’ll deliver him straight to the Dovos. I’m sure you can trace the call,” he told him and hung up.
About the Author-
Meet Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba The Author, The Blogger, The Cheeky Reviewer
“My life journey is like my playlist, amazingly unique but full of contradictions with surprising joys with every song...”
In the past two years, while living in Canada, England and France I wrote four novels: This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda woulda shoulda ballad... (Book one) currently available on amazon, iTunes, Kobo, Barnes and Nobles and Smashwords. The sequel This Would Have Been Our Song! Catchy tune and dancers’ tales has been in January 2014. Bird Of Prey, my first mystery romance novel has been released in October 7th, 2013 and its first sequel The Plot Thickens (a novella) in December. The second one Polliannah Got Married! will be released in June 2014 and the final in July 2014. I’m currently residing in Paris, France.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
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Regency Risks Book One.
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Book one in
the Regency Risks Series
He is her
most dangerous temptation, the only man she has ever trusted and now
he is demanding her submission. Dare she take the risk?
scarred in the horrific accident that took her husband’s life,
Lady Cranfield is imprisoned by her lingering terror of horses and
carriages. She longs to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel, as
she senses intuitively that he might be able to teach her how to
overcome the terrors that hold her in bondage.
And now she’s
willing to risk almost anything—her reputation, even her
virtue—to find out.
But what Lord
Ruel proposes startles her.
When the shy,
studious and socially awkward young widow approaches him, Lord Ruel
instantly senses she will be the sweetest, most submissive experience
of his life—but first he must gain her complete trust. Lord
Ruel makes Lady Cranfield a non-negotiable offer: His help in return
for her submission and obedience.
Cranfield grew up neglected by her ducal parents, raised by servants
and then later ignored by her handsome, charming husband. She’s
learnt to protect her heart at all costs and she trusts no one but
How can the jaded Earl of
Ruel break through Lady Cranfield’s self-defences and show her
how to love when he himself has spent his life avoiding that tender
Erotica Romance ~ Light BDSM ~ Rubenesque / BBW
~ Regency Historical ~ Shy Heroine ~ Novel Length 86,000 Words .
Contains graphic erotic descriptions and frank sexual language. As a
work of historical romance fiction, A
Measured Risk is not intended to be an
accurate portrayal of modern BDSM lifestyles.
from A Measured Risk
©Copyright Natasha Blackthorne 2012, 2013
For Adults 18+ Only
She backed all the way into
“Why did you
run away?” His deep voice settled in her belly, rich and warm,
a cold winter’s night.
wanted you to follow.” She tried to sound sophisticated and
seductive, but her voice choked off on the last word.
Ruel placed his hand on the
shelf above her head and blocked her path to the door. His tall,
solidly muscled body leaned over her, surrounding her with the
sumptuous, sinful scents of tobacco, Scotch whisky and something
masculine and undeniably dangerous. A slow, sensual smile stretched
his hard mouth.
He appeared different.
Softer. More approachable.
At the change, her insides
seemed to flip over.
sweeting, getting us off alone was a very inspired idea.” He
touched one of her fallen ringlets. “I am bored to distraction
with endless talk of hunting and fencing.”
As he slowly wrapped the
curl around two fingers, he brushed her collarbone. Fiery sparks
tingled down her spine, so intense that she shivered and her nipples
beaded, pressing against her stays. By some instinct she hadn’t
even known she possessed, she arched her back, presenting herself for
His eyes shone so vividly
blue against his bronzed face that they resembled cornflowers. She
swallowed tightly and wished for a long drink of claret. This more
personal side of him suddenly seemed far more hazardous than his
usually fierce exterior.
Well, no matter. There was
nothing to fear. She would allow only as much contact as need be to
get to know him a little. Since being torn from her lonely yet secure
life in Ireland and thrust into Society at age sixteen, she’d
spent her time allowing people only as near as was comfortable. She
was an expert at emotional evasion.
It should be easy to regain
But now, as rays of the
late-afternoon sun played over his pale hair, turning it the colour
of winter wheat, all her carefully rehearsed words flew from her
something—anything—else he will think you’re a
An intimate smile, one that
invited her to play, tugged at his mouth.
“In a situation
like this, alone with a gentleman, it’s perfectly normal for a
lady to feel some apprehension.” His hushed voice, barely
audible above the piano and boisterous singing from down the
corridor, accentuated their isolation. His gaze became so piercing
that she had to lower her eyes.
He brushed his fingertips
over her cheek. “She will invariably ask herself if he will try
to kiss her.”
She jerked her eyes back to
his face. God, he couldn’t mean to—not yet, surely…
Peculiar, heated chills swept over her. She tried to take a step
back, but found her arse flush against the bookshelf.
He leaned closer; so close
that his Scotch-scented breath tickled her face. “And just in
case you are wondering, Lady Cranfield—the answer is most
She should demand that he
put his arm down so she could pass by and leave. She really should.
But she couldn’t stop looking at his hard mouth and wondering
what it would feel like upon hers. He was so close to her that his
breath blew on her lips. If she moved but a fraction, she’d be
Dear God. Her breaths began
to come very fast and short. Her throat went tight with a suppressed
His eyes burnt as brightly
as aquamarines. He looked so fierce. If he kissed her, if he dared…
Oh God, it would be so harsh. That cruel-looking mouth could express
itself no other way.
Excitement rushed through
her, sending tingles to every point of her body, even her toes.
But no, he wouldn’t.
He kept leaning closer. He
didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he seemed to focus all the
harder upon her.
Her heart pounding, unable
to move away, she braced herself for his assault.
His lips brushed hers,
barely. A gossamer caress.
He lifted his head.
It was done.
And it hadn’t even
He held her chin, appearing
so cool, so unaffected. His kiss had seemed to sear her. An urge to
put her fingers to her lips arose in her. She resisted it, for it
would give away too much of how she was affected.
Never show your
He traced his thumb along
her lower lip, slowly, deliberately, as he studied her with eyes that
now glittered with something powerful and predatory. Heat pooled in
her pelvis, low and spreading even lower.
She went weak all over, as
if she’d lain in a sunny window seat for too long. Her knees
almost buckled. She forced them to lock. To be strong.
It should not have affected
her so profoundly. It had been just a peck—not a true kiss at
all. William had poured out all of his skill upon her and hadn’t
garnered even a tenth of the reaction in her that this man’s
Ruel traced her jaw line
with his fingertips. Unthinkingly, she leaned in to his touch.
once he has kissed her, then it’s his turn to wonder…”
His voice sounded unnaturally loud in her ears. “How will she
respond? Will she withdraw, or can he ignite some hidden fire?”
She sensed that he was
toying with her. She didn’t understand flirtation—why had
she imagined she could carry off this ruse? Was he making advances in
order to have a laugh with Francesca and her simpering friends later?
Hurt blossomed in her chest. She resented him for that. She ought to
feel indignant, superior, uncaring—anything but hurt.
make sport of me.”
She cringed. Was that
quavering, pleading voice really hers?
An infinitesimal pause.
“Now, why on earth would I do such a thing?” His voice
was as smooth as velvet.
“To please your
vanity,” she replied, trying to regain her wits.
He placed her hand to his chest. The contours of his muscles were
hard, powerfully developed. Even more so than she’d expected.
His body heat radiated through the satin and, beneath her hand, his
heart’s beat was rapid and strong.
vanity?” He put a finger under her chin, giving her no choice
but to face him. “Is it?” He gentled his grip.
The warmth in his voice
settled over her like luscious hot chocolate. Melting her insides to
quivering burgoo, rendering her speechless, unable to move.
lovely Lady Cranfield, I am going kiss you again.”
About Natasha Blackthorne:
Escape into the past with intensely erotic,
emotionally driven love stories. Natasha Blackthorne writes
character-focused historical erotica romance featuring strong
internal conflicts. Her stories are most frequently about the
intimate journey of the characters as they learn to open their hearts
Her heroines are not perfect ladies. They are
wildflowers and wallflowers who enjoy flirting with the forbidden.
Whether they are bold or shy, her heroines’ strong desires and
deep emotions drive the plot and drive their heroes to the point of
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In public, hotshot communications specialist Lisa Archer presents a perfectly polished image. Privately, she harbors a secret desire to shed her restrained exterior—and her business suit—to explore the world of discipline and domination.
She can’t risk being seen in a BDSM club, but when she’s introduced to the most sought-after Dom in Paris, his powerful presence makes her feel like she’s treading on safe ground. Even better, he has no interest in falling in love, which fits right in with her three-month break between contracts.
Bored with the club scene, Olivier favors private arrangements with one sub at a time. This keeps anyone from getting too close to emotional scars that run so deep he’s lost the will to paint—or to love. A temporary liaison, staying well within his boundaries while pushing hers, suits him perfectly.
Lisa’s first visit to Olivier’s apartment is deliciously shocking. Yet as they begin to strip away the layers guarding their souls, the pain and the pleasure could be too much to keep things strictly business…
Warning: Contains a smart, sassy heroine who thinks she’s in control—and a gorgeous French Dom who knows he is. Lots of gettin’ naked, in private and in public. A bit of voyeurism, a bit more spanking, and more hot sex than you can shake a riding crop at.
This was a very good read. Lisa is wanting to explore more than just her everyday existence. She is a woman that believes she has control over her life and at the same time longs for just a little more excitement in it. Olivier is just the man to show her what real control is.
BDSM has become something that a lot of people want to explore but fail to realize that trust and control are needed for it to be enjoyable. Both Lisa and Olivier have been burned in relationships and they both are hesitant to start over again. The sex is passionate and written in a way that leaves you longing for a Dom of your own.
This is the second book in the series and my first by this author. She will be on my TBR list from this point on.
This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda woulda shoulda ballad…
Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song #1
By- Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Genre-Family saga/ chick lit/ interracial romance/ romantic comedy
Love can be such a “coulda, woulda, shoulda” song sometimes…
Lucia Mpobo-Riddell could have been a dancer like the rest of women of her family but instead she chose music. Marcus Grant could have been a doctor like the rest of his family but instead he chose music. She also could have not fallen for Marcus on her birthday but she did. And Marcus, he could have told Lucia the truth about his real reason for being in Toronto that night, but he didn’t. Now they have to deal with big reveals and consequences: Marcus almost stealing her job and being force to work on an album together. Marcus, because he couldn’t swallow his pride, leaves Toronto and goes home to London. Lucia, because she just couldn’t give up on her first amazing opportunity to produce a whole album. And to complicate the situation further, the band they’re working for is not the easiest one. Mary Gillis, Marcus’ on and off flame, still has a hold on him. Greg McMullen, Lucia’s close friend and former dance partner is back in town and has been in love with her for years. Then there’s Marcus and Lucia, in the middle of their own a professional and personal tug-of- war with each over and the rest of the world. But maybe things could still work out… All things considered, this could have been one heck of a love song!