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About Undeniably You:

Undeniably You CoverOne crazy dog––one awkward vet––one naked pool guy––and one life-changing month in California to make friends, fall in love, and twist fate.

Who gets paid to walk a dog and recline by the pool all day? Sydney Montgomery, aspiring museum curator and professional house-sitter, that’s who.

 When her aunt and uncle need a house and dog sitter for thirty days in Palo Alto, Sydney can’t turn down the chance to be closer to her sister in L.A. Within twenty-four hours of her arrival, Sydney’s cleaning up runny dog poo, taking an uncooperative pooch to a handsome yet awkward vet, and being rescued from the bottom of the pool by a naked “pool guy.”

 Lautner, “pool guy,” has a hot body and a cool persona. With eyes of iridescent blue oceans, he is mesmerizing, sexy, and addictive. What he is not––the pool guy.

 Dr. Lautner Sullivan is a college wide receiver turned pediatric resident. He knows how to woo a woman with flowers, pastries, and sweet tea. Lautner is every girl’s dream, but Sydney is not every girl. She’s immune to rainbows, fairytales, pixy dust, and the “L” word.

The attraction is immediate, the friendship is earned, and the love is undeniable. Thirty days is their forever, but forever is not long enough.

 

Release date: August 18th, 2014

 

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I pour a glass of iced tea and start to walk toward the deck. Then I turn around and pour another glass. “Hospitality is a good thing,” I tell myself, needing only to convince the rational part of my brain.

 

“Tea?” I offer, walking over to the pool.

 

Aaron sets the skimmer net along the side of the pool.

 

“Thank you.” The smirk on his face is suspicious and makes me feel like I’m missing some inside joke. He takes the glass from me and I move past him to get a closer look at the pool because I can’t look at him without his shirt and not break into a sweat.

“What are you skimming?”

 

“Nothing really. I’m stirring the water,” he says matter-of-factly.

 

This guy is not for real. What does he mean by “stirring the water?” He’s up to something. It’s obvious why Aunt Elizabeth hired him. She must properly clean the pool after he leaves so Trevor doesn’t get suspicious and fire his ass … a very fine ass I will confess.

 

“And why is it you need to stir the water?” I turn toward him and my eyes dart straight to his broad muscular chest and well-defined abs all kissed by the sun. Jeez, he’s too perfect and I’m … something. Distracted? Mentally lethargic? Crazy? Horny? BINGO!

“So there’s an even consistency of chemicals when I test the water.”

 

My mouth is agape and I cannot stop looking at him. He bends down to physically capture my attention. Shit! I show no shame staring at his bare chest.

 

“Hello?” he says, forcing my eyes back to his.

 

Shaking the inappropriate thoughts from my head, I take a quick sip of my drink to mask my embarrassment.

“Do I need to put my shirt back on?”

 

I choke on my tea. “No––” I can’t stop coughing. “I mean––” Clearing my throat, I notice his cocky smile. “Put your shirt on or leave it off. Why would I care?”

 

God, Sydney, could you be a bigger disaster today? The flap of the dog door distracts me. Swarley leaps down the deck stairs. Aaron hunches down like a lineman in anticipation of his overzealous greeting. The problem is, as Swarley races closer I realize he’s not aiming for Aaron. He’s aiming for––

 

“Oh shit!” I’m catapulted backwards into the pool.

 

My body makes its descent to the bottom while I open my eyes to see the blurry magnification of Mr. Sex on Legs pool guy standing at the edge looking down at me. I’m considering seeing how long I can hold my breath. Maybe he’ll decide to leave and I can surface from the depths of my own personal Hell without an audience.

 

Yes! That’s it. I can do this.

 

I still hold many records from my high school swimming career. Holding my breath until he leaves should be easy. Unless he decides to be heroic and jumps in to save me. Not a bad scenario either. Then at least we’ll both be drenched in our clothes.

Like a leaky raft, I release my breath one bubble at a time and take a seat at the bottom of the pool. Ha! He’s emptying his pockets. Looks like I won’t be the only drowned rat. Wait. What the hell? No he’s not. Oh dear God, yes he is. Sex on legs dives into the pool, sans shorts and underwear! The two haunting notes from Jaws sound in my head while I scramble to the surface in the opposite direction, desperate to get away from him.

 

The sweet relief of air filling my lungs is squashed by the anxiety of being chased by a naked stranger.

“Oh my God! What are you doing?” A frantic yell breaks out with the remaining breath in my lungs while I swim toward the ladder, barely escaping him. I leap out of the pool with superhuman speed. Wrapping my arms around myself, I scramble to the pool house, my heart racing and my whole body shaking as I fumble for a towel.

 

“The water feels great today.” His voice sounds behind me.

 

I whip around and gasp, wide eyed. A wet, naked, sinful-as-a-hot-fudge-sundae body greets me a few feet away. Hands fisted, his arms are casually crossed at his wrists covering part of his junk in the front. The perfect cover to Sports Illustrated stands before me, and all I want to do is smack him across the face to wipe the stupid smirk off it. Then, of course, I want to jump him and rub every sensitive part of my body against his, because right now I’m so pissed and so turned on, I need to dive into the pool again before I self-combust.

“Finish up and get out,” I mumble as I toss him a towel and stomp toward the house. On my way, I pass Swarley beached out in a lounge chair by the pool.

 

“Evil demon dog!” I scowl at him.

 

 

Want more? Take a peek at the epilogue and chapter 1 of Undeniably You!

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About Jewel E. Ann:

Jewel E Ann

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.

 

With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.

 

After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.

 

When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.



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Want a Dark N Dirty, Filthy talking hero and a Kickass Heroine Read? Well then click here! @StyloFantome delivered it for me! Check out the review/Links/Teasers and Giveaway.

 

 
TITLE: Degradation 
AUTHOR: Stylo Fantome
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Eighteen year old Tatum O’Shea is a naive, shy, little rich girl. Twenty-three year old Jameson Kane is smart, seductive, and richer. They come together for one night, one explosion, one mistake, and Tate is hurled into space – no family, no money, and no Jameson.
 
Seven years later, life is going pretty good for Tate, when she runs into Jameson again. This time, she thinks she’s ready for him. She doesn’t have a naive bone left in her body, and she can’t even remember what shy feels like. Jameson has evolved into Satan – sharp teeth, sharper claws, and a tongue that can cut her in half. It all sounds like fun to a girl like Tate, and she is ready to play, determined to prove that she isn’t the same girl he conquered once before. A series of games start, each one more devious than the last.
 
But the devil likes to play dirty, and she learns that playing for souls is playing for keeps. The lines between games and reality, heaven and hell, get blurry. Can she beat Jameson at his own game before someone gets hurt? Or will he leave her soulless, making him the winner, once and for all?
 
WARNING: contains a wannabe B-rate porn star, an impersonal personal assistant, and the F-word, A LOT. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes. 96,000 words.
 

 

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KELLIE’S REVIEW: 
I want Prince Charming to ride up on a white horse, and carry me off to his castle. The only difference between me and other girls is once I get there, I want him to bend me over the throne and pull my hair while he fucks me hard and calls me names. – Tate

Firstly I need to be captain obvious here… the book is called Degradation.

Meaning:
degradation
ˌdɛgrəˈdeɪʃ(ə)n/
Noun
1.
the condition or process of degrading or being degraded.

So if that alone turns you off.. don’t bother reading this book and then being all like:

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If that isn’t your thing.
Simple don’t read it.
It’s cool.
Works for some not for others.
It makes me giggle looking on here that some people have DNF it as they didn’t like that the Heroine Tatum was degraded. – I mean SERIOSULY?

This isn’t called “rainbows and butterflies”

Ok rant over…

So seriously… I REALLY liked this book. Don’t get wrong I know I just gave a rant then but some of the things were HARSH. I mean way fucking harsh…
Tate she got off on being called a dumb cunt. But you know what? Stylo made it work for Jameson and Tatum. Someone did that to me personally… well lets just say they would never say it again.
but it worked because ONLY Jameson could say that to Tate!
She loved it and begged for more….

I absolutely adored Tatum. I mean yeah the first 10% of this book you are thinking WTF? She sleeps with her sisters boyfriend, while cheating on her boyfriend. Lets Jameson say and do filthy things to her and then starts crying… We as readers are all like…. WWWAAAA………….

But Jump to 7 years later and Tatum is not that spoilt rich girl she was then.
She is is FUCKING KICKASS!! She dropped outta school, moved away, made new friend and likes to FUCK… a lot… she is a self-proclaimed slut. And it’s all because of that one night. Jameson freed her from her life by making her feel alive. She has never felt like that again.
I loved her character.. She was strong, and witty and funny and sexy and knew who she was. She owned that shit!

Jameson… well he is Satan.
Seriously he is the fucking devil in an expensive suit.
But yet you can’t help but want him! He gets what he wants… always.
He is an asshole… I mean HUGE HUGE Asshole. He is unapologetic and takes what he wants when he wants.
Seems he wants Tate now that they have crossed paths again.
It leads them into a deadly game…
But we all know there can only be one winner… who will it be though?
Seriously I want to know… It kinda ends on a cliff-hanger! GAH But don’t worry the next is out super soon!

There are secondary characters in this book that just make this story that much better as well. Sanders and Ang are fantastic and I fell in love with them.

Storytelling wise? We get joint Pov’s.. it does change occasionally to Ang, but it is mainly told from Tate’s POV. The story just flowed together… As I have said before “cunt” this and “slut/whore” that etc isn’t really my thing, but this just worked!
I smashed the shit out of this book. I couldn’t wait to finish it to see who won the game. (at the end of the day it’s a romance novel so I’d better get a HEA outta both these assholes!)

So yeah all in all… You like rough, hot hard sex scenes?
Raw and real characters and writing?
Then Yep I totally say read this!

 

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“You started these games,” Jameson reminded her. Tate hiked up her dress a little and
 
lifted her knee to his desk.
 
“I didn’t realize they’d go on for this long,” she replied, lifting her other knee. She bent 
 
forward and crawled across the desk towards him. He didn’t move.
 
“They’re going to go on for a lot longer,” he warned her. She reached out, putting her 
 
hand on his knee.
 
“For how long?” she asked as she slid her hand up his thigh, moving as slow as possible.
 
“However long it takes you to realize who the winner will always be.”

“Oh, you’re done. Time for good girls to go upstairs and show me how bad they can be,”

Jameson told her.

“I don’t think there’s very much that’s good about me anymore,” Tate laughed.

“I think you have no idea what bad really is.”

“There will never be a ring from Harry Winston. I will never ask you to marry me. I don’t 

want those things, I never did. I like to have fun, I like to fuck. I don’t want to put stars in your 

eyes. I’m not that guy. I’m the devil, and I don’t have any plans to change.” – Jameson


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“Why do you like to push me?” Jameson groaned, lifting her hair so he could bite at the 

back of her neck.

“Because I like it when you push back,” Tate whispered.

We are a match made in Hell. He may be Satan, but I’m Lillith. – Tate

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Speaking nice to her, that was too much. Saying sweet things, even in the fucked up way 

they had, was more than Tate could handle. She hadn’t wanted to care about this man. Not at all. She had wanted to play with him. Turned out, he was much better at the game.

“I don’t want a nice, normal girl. I want a girl who likes to be knocked down and dragged around. A girl who will let me smack her around and talk dirty to her. I want a girl who will let me sleep with other girls, and then get so turned on by that fact, she’ll blow me while we’re driving down a highway doing seventy-five,” Jameson snapped.

True story.

“Sounds like a pretty hot girl,” Tate commented

“Hottest girl I know.”

This. More than anything, Tate wanted to remember Jameson like this; she loved his 

biting words and his stinging hand, but his kiss. His kiss gave her hope.

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AUTHOR BIO:

 
Indie author, writing anything that pops into my head … which happens to usually be kinda crazy and a lot dirty. Working out of an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity), I have been writing since …, forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
 
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.
 
Yeah. I think that about sums me up
 
 
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Title: Knocked Out

Author: Ty Langston

Expected Publication: August 26th, 2014

 

About Knocked Out:

Knocked Out CoverFresh out of Grad School, Hayley Monroe gets the chance of a lifetime when her boss gives her the opportunity to produce and host a reality series on finding MMA’s “Next Great Hope”.

Enter former MMA contender Evan Bates. His sudden re-appearance into the sport after a mysterious five year absence not only raises eyebrows, but also temps both in and out of the Octagon.

Can Hayley keep everything in check? Or will she be Knocked Out?

 

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His ripped body was a carved muscular masterpiece. On his shoulder there were two initials, E.B tattooed in a celtic font followed by the word enigma in the same font on his right calf.

“So this is Evan Bates.” Hayley asked Tucker.

“In the flesh. Damn, he looks tremendous. ” Tucker said.

“Yes, he does.” Hayley said as she glanced at Evan again and smiled back at him.

Tucker shook his head. “Oh boy.” Tucker went from being jovial to being concerned. “Be careful little girl, he’s dangerous . Once he catches you, he won’t let go.”

Hayley looked at Evan for several seconds before she answered her mentor. “Let go?” she asked.

“He’s complicated. Just use caution.”

Hayley understood. She knew he was right, but she like others in the crowd, she was into his eyes, that devilish grin, the 6 pack abs …That ass.

Think Hayley, you have a show to produce. He has the charisma and movie star looks down, but can he fight? Focus…

“I love you Evan!!” another woman screamed back.

Evan let out a huge grin. “Love you too.” He said with another grin.

That damn smile was as devious as it was delicious. Her only hope was that no one saw the puddle of drool that was most likely pouring out of her mouth.

He was going to be the death of me. Damn grin.



 

About Ty Langston:

Ty LangstonAs a child, multi-published author Ty Langston loved to read about dragons and knights so much that one day, her grandmother told her to “just write about them.”

So she did.

 

From that day forward, she never left home without her pen, a notebook, and some kind of music playing in the background. Her love of reading expanded from fantasy into science fiction, and eventually into paranormal romance and erotica.

 

She enjoys different works from George Martin, Anne McCaffrey, Stephen King, and Jackie Collins. But some of Ty’s favorite writers are from the world of TV and film: namely, Tudors creator Michael Hirst, and the late John Hughes.

 

Ty has a certificate in Broadcast Journalism along with a degree in Business Administration. She is single and enjoys spending time with friends and family.

 

 

 

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Temptation by Robin Covington – Links-Playlist-Review-Giveaway | @RobinCovington

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Burn up the sheets one page at a time with Robin Covington and her sizzling romance, Temptation!!

 


About Temptation:

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She needs to be good.

Five years ago, Kit Landry was homeless and alone at sixteen. Determined to ditch her crappy life, she moved to Nashville with only $200, her guitar, and a notebook full of songs. She hit it big as America’s country sweetheart, but a year of living like a rock star plus a stint in rehab has killed any good will she had with her label. The suits have ordered Kit to shape up or ship out of the limelight. The last thing she needs is a hot, sexy distraction with a sinful smile.

He doesn’t know the meaning of the word.

Max Butler is as far from a celebrity as you can get and he likes it that way. A Nashville firefighter, he’s living the single life with a revolving door of parties, friends, and a different woman in his bed every night. When his normal life suddenly collides with the girl on his favorite Rolling Stone cover, he sees the perfect chance to fulfill his ultimate fantasy and see just how bad Kit can be.

Sometimes bad is so very good.

With three weeks until Kit leaves for her big tour, Max promises to give her a break from being the good girl–no strings attached. But when hot days lead to sultry nights, the lines get blurred and suddenly three weeks of bad might not be good enough.

 

 

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I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. How she’d tasted, how she’d felt in my arms. Despite the difference in our size, Kit fit perfectly against me—like she was made to be there. We had chemistry, alright. But that was all it was or would ever be.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Shannon Jones?”

The voice came out of nowhere and I lurched up, banging the top of my head on the edge of the fire truck door. Biting back the “fuck me” that could get me written up, I straightened, turned, and found myself looking right into the eyes of the woman I’d just been obsessing over.

Kit was standing there in my station, an expression of surprise and then concern on her face as she glanced to where I’d clonked the living shit out of myself just seconds before. She was wearing a low-cut, little blue sundress and cowboy boots and everything else was miles of bare skin and dark curls. My brain went mushy. Maybe I’d hit my head harder than I’d thought.

Her voice was full of concern as she moved closer. “Max, are you okay? I didn’t mean to sneak up behind you.”

I stared at her like an idiot. In person, I was reminded again of just how gorgeous she was. She walked towards me and I couldn’t move, couldn’t take my eyes off of her. If you looked up “dumbstruck” in the dictionary, you’d see my goofy-ass face pasted right next to it.

I still hadn’t answered when she stopped in front of me. Standing on tiptoe she touched my recent injury. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Her voice was feminine, with a whiskey-edge that tied my gut up in knots. Her hand was cool on my over-heated skin and, as she moved closer, I could smell her sweet, summery, honeysuckle scent. All I wanted to do was pull her lush curves against my body, take her mouth, and find out exactly where this crazy chemistry would take us.

I definitely had a head injury because suddenly I realized that I had her close enough to do all those things and I wasn’t doing anything about it.
Get your shit together, Butler. Carpe the fucking diem.

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me, turning us so she was backed up against the door of the fire truck. She still held her packages in her hands and I missed the feel of her touch on my body, but I could work with what I had.

She stared up at me, her big, blue eyes wide with shock but mostly what I saw there was curiosity. She licked her lips and that was all the invitation I needed. I leaned into her, bypassing the prize of her mouth to press a kiss to her throat, just above the place where her pulse pounded against her skin. She was delicious all over, sweet and warm, and I wanted to drag her down to the floor and bury my cock inside her body for hours.

I looked down and realized that my hands were shaking, my breath as quick as hers—and I hadn’t even kissed her yet.

“When we fuck, it’s probably going to kill me.” It came out as a growl, as I tipped her face up to mine and wasted no more time in taking what I wanted.

Kit didn’t play games, no pretending that she didn’t want this, too. She opened to me, meeting my tongue more than halfway when I dove inside. She was as hungry as I was and the kiss was anything but the usual finesse I used on women. There was no slow seduction here. It wasn’t in my power to play games. I was at the mercy of whatever she would give me.

I slanted my mouth over hers, barely giving her a chance to take a breath before I went at her again like I was starving.

And I was famished. For her. It was the craziest thing I’d ever experienced, but I wasn’t going to let a little insanity stop me. It never had before.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, inserting my body in between her legs. The skirt of her dress rode up high on her thighs as I pressed my hard-on against the hot cleft of her pussy. I rolled my hips against her and she dropped the bags in her hands with a thud against the concrete, weaving her fingers into my hair with a pressure that brought a little pain with the pleasure.

I didn’t care. She could do whatever she wanted to my body as long as I got to do exactly what I was doing right now. As long as she let me do this and so much more.

 

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About Robin Covington:

Robin Covington

Robin Covington, who NYT Best Selling authors, Robyn Carr and Carly Phillips, said was their new “auto-buy author”, writes sizzling hot contemporary and paranormal romance.

A Night of Southern Comfort, her best-selling debut novel was a 2012 finalist in the RT Book Reviews Reviewers Choice Awards, earned 4.5 stars and was touted by RT Book Reviews as bringing a “fresh, modern feel to the genre while still sticking to the things that get our adrenaline pumping — sex and danger”. When she’s not exploring the theme of fooling around and falling in love, she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, and stalking Joe Manganiello.

Robin is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the Washington and Maryland Romance Writers, a faculty member at Romance University, a member of the Waterworld Mermaids, and a contributor to the Happy Ever After blog at USA Today. You can find Robin on her website, Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter (@RobinCovington).

Robin lives in Maryland with her hilarious husband, brilliant children, and ginormous puppy.

 

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Happy Release Day M.Roberts, V.Andrews & H.Harbour – “Grinding In Greenville” is now live! – | @BoyBookstand

 

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Title: Grinding in Greenville

Author: Marley Roberts, Victoria Andrews, Hailey Harbour

Expected Publication: August 5th, 2014

 

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About Grinding In Greenville:

Victoria Andrews

Naïve

Very Conservative

Life hasn’t turned out quite the way she wanted

Haylie Harbour

Broken

Soft with an indestructible core

Believes in Happily Ever After

Marley Roberts

Untamable

Fearless

Sexually driven free-spirit.

Three girls in college, who seem to have nothing in common, find friendship based on circumstance and their love of books. After college life takes them all in a new direction. Some directions are planned, others are not. Keeping their sister-like bond tight, they create the Boyfriend Bookstand Blog and continue to support each other through the good and difficult times of life – both real and fiction. Things get a little saucy when the girls decide to take a much needed weekend away to attend an author event in Greenville, North Carolina, especially with all the hot cover models there. Three long time friends, books and hot models. Saddle up girls and get ready to do some Grinding in Greenville.

 

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Marley

It had been a month of hell for me. I was one of only three overworked yet well paid event coordinators at the Raleigh conference center, and the last one hired. What does that mean? It means I was everyone else in the office’s bitch. I was the one to pick up their slack, the one who got stuck working late because I didn’t have kids and the one who was given the mega bitches because I was so good with them.

 

I handled all sorts of clients. I dealt well with brides and mothers of brides. I could easily ignore mood swings and mega melt downs. Businessmen loved me. I could stroke an ego like nobody else. I never received a complaint. I was born and bred for this position.

But the event I was working on that day was like no other I had been involved in. The Readers Romp in Raleigh was an author signing hosted by a book blog that apparently read, reviewed, and pimped out authors they loved.

Why was this worse than a wedding? Bloggers (fan girls, as some called themselves) were the worst mothers–of-the-bride on the planet. The hosting blog’s event would be critically judged by every other blogger and book whore (raising my hand, I’m one of them) on the web. They wanted it perfect for the more than seventy-five attending authors and three hundred attendees or fan girls.

I dealt with them just fine. But the day of the event, when the authors arrived in droves, it was like the ultimate diva-fest. They bitched about where their tables were. They didn’t want to be next to the author they were originally beside because ‘she stole my storyline,’ or the ‘bitch copied my cover,’ or ‘that whore stole my model.’

Models? Male models? The brakes in my head slammed to the floor and my view on this event changed.

Hot damn! There were twenty shirtless studs in one ballroom. And being the ball handler just happened to be my job too.

I tried to refocus on the tasks at hand but in the back of my head was a reminder that today was an anniversary of sorts. It was five years ago today that I met Max.

 

 

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Haylie Harbour

Haylie contributes the person she is today to the tragic circumstances she faced as a child. She learned at a very young age that life can throw you a curve ball at any moment.

Her mottos are: “No matter how bad your life may be, someone else has it worse,” and “Strength, it’s what gets us through the day”.

When she needed an escape she found it through books. She began reading very young and as she got older her taste in books changed from sweet and innocent to a little more risqué.

If you saw her today you would probably see her with a book in hand (the dirtier the better). She is an avid reader of anything smut. You name it, she’s probably read it. In more recent years she has acquired a taste for the darker side. She most enjoys it when an author pushes her limits.
She loves the friends she has bonded with through reading and loves lending a helping hand to those in need.

 

 

Victoria Andrews

Victoria is a happily married mother of two. Nothing brings her greater joy than spending time with her family. Hearing her children laugh is music to her ears. She loves to put on country music and dance around the house with the girls while cleaning, cooking and doing everyday tasks that may seem boring and mundane to others.

She is often found outside by the pool reading while her girls swim.

Talking to Haylie and Marley on the phone and online or attending their bi- monthly “book club” meeting is her adult time. She says “I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

Grinding In Greenville is the first book these three woman have written together, giving y’all a look into what goes on in Tori’s seemingly boring life when she winds up with these two crazy women she lovingly calls her best friends.

 

 

Marley Roberts

Marley Roberts is a free spirited, book junky who loves the male form. The harder the better.

Born and raised on a farm in Woodstock, NY with her father(s), mother, sister, extended family of vagabond, pot smoking, hippy, peace lovers, Marley ran as fast as she could seeking normal at– COLLEGE??????

What she found was a respite from being judged by small minded asshats, hot ass boys who knew nothing of her past, and two of the best friends a girl could ask for.

Today she spends her day in her penthouse apartment she shares with Haylie. That also serves as Boyfriend Bookstand HEADquarters * wink * reading, hanging out online, and finding new toys (plastic and those of attached to hot, delicious males) to play with and share with her present and future author friends.

Confused? You won’t be.

Read, my friends, and stay beautiful.

 

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Stay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage Dive, the epic New Adult series from New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play.

 

About Lead (Stage Drive #3):

lead As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, whether it’s booze, drugs, or women. However, when a PR disaster serves as a wake-up call about his life and lands him in rehab, he finds himself with Lena, a new assistant to keep him out of trouble.

Lena’s not willing to take any crap from the sexy rocker and is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their sizzling chemistry. But when Jimmy pushes her too far and Lena leaves, he realizes that he may just have lost the best thing that ever happened to him.

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Kellie’s Review: 

When I first Jimmy in Lick. He was an asshole,

I then ran into him again in Play. and surprise surprise he was STILL an asshole.

In this book? Yep you guessed it he was an asshole.

But somehow Kylie Scott made me love that asshole. (Not as much as I love Mal though)

the person I loved the most though? Lena… I had HUGE ladywood for her! She was real, and funny and awesome.

Lick was about the loveable and romantic Davie.

Play was about the hilarious and hot Mal.

Lead though was very serious.

I loved watching Lena and Jimmy’s relationship bloom. I loved how honest and real Lena was. She was there for a shit reason but it worked with them. Kylie’s signature sense of humor come out in this book at times though, it’s not all doom and gloom.

The writing was flawless, flowed effortlessly. Kylie Scott is one of my go to authors and I can’t wait to read not only the next in this series but anything else that she puts out there!

The Stage Dive series by Kylie Scott:

 

Lick (Stage Dive #1): Amazon / B&N / Goodreads

Play (Stage Dive #2): Amazon / B&N / Goodreads

Deep (Stage Dive #4) available on January 6th, 2015: Amazon / B&N /Goodreads

 

Check out more of Kylie’s work:

The Flesh series

Colonist’s Wife

Heart’s A Mess

 

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Excerpt:

“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?”

“Nope.”

“You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis.

“Yes. I haven’t seen it.”

Can’t find it anywhere…”

“And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.”

“Sure you haven’t seen it?”

“For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low.

I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth.

He frowned. “No.”

“That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like
some creepy perv?”

“Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation, however, changed everything.

“Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better.

“Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.”

Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars. “Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop looking at me weird.”

“I’m not!”

 

About Kylie Scott:

Kylie ScottKylie is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

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