The Praetorian by Dawn Chiletz // Release & Review

 
 
Title: The Praetorian: a Reality TV Novel
Author: Dawn L. Chiletz
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: February 23, 2018 
 
 
 
 
 
Prae·to·ri·an /prēˈtôrēən/- a skilled warrior serving as the personal guard of a Roman Emperor. 

Bad-boy rock star Roman Creed keeps his secret locked behind a door. 

When Seamore Productions offers to find him a new bodyguard through a reality TV show, Roman reluctantly agrees. He needs some good press and better security. The last thing he expects is a beautiful, curious cop to get under his skin and into his past. Why can’t he stop thinking about her? 

Tough-as-nails detective Reed Manning keeps her secret locked away in her mind. 

After being suspended from the police force, she considers trying out for the show. She’s supposed to keep her eye on the cash prize, but her potential boss captures her attention. What is he so desperately trying to hide? 

When a single decision can change a life-

Never let your guard down.

 
 

Book Nerd Kate’s Review: ☕☕☕☕☕

Okay so… I can’t pronounce the title, no matter how many times I’m told the pronunciation BUT don’t let that fool you… this book is gold! This was my first read by Dawn Chiletz and I am definitely going to be picking up her other books. The banter between the characters was awesome, the chemistry was hot, and her writing kept me hooked from the start! Did I mention it was hot?! Definitely a must read!

 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I glance up at the woman in the reflection behind the bar. She looks tired and broken. 

I could get fired over this. I should be. I was wrong. I’ve had perps push my buttons before, but not like him. For the first time in my life, I consider the fact that I don’t deserve to wear a badge. Maybe I’m not cut out for this job after all. 

The TV in the corner goes dark. I’d think they lost signal if not for the dramatic music that begins. The TV flips to what looks to be men dressed in full armor going into battle. The clips are brief, interspersed with darkness, but I recognize the music. It’s “Returns the King” from the movie 300. My asshole boyfriend, two asshole boyfriends ago, loved the gladiator type movies. I remember 300 because I drooled over Gerard Butler through the entire thing. He’s hot as fuck.

Something’s different with the music, though. There’s electric guitar dispersed throughout. When the drums finally kick in, you see a line of Roman warriors marching toward a throne made out of silver guitars with a black leather seat. Someone is standing in front of it wearing a black cape, his back turned to them. The cape is being blown around by what seems to be the wind and under it you see tight leather pants and black combat boots. He raises one tattooed, muscular arm and they all stop. He turns and all you see are his crystal blue eyes surrounded by smudged dark eyeshadow and a pierced nose. The camera pans out farther and you see his face. He smirks and the words The Praetorian appear, followed by Coming Soon.

Goosebumps shoot up my arms. I can’t stop staring at the screen even after the baseball game continues.

Movement in the corner of my eye pulls me out of my trance.

“You okay?” the bartender asks. He’s drying a glass with a towel and is trying to hide a smile. I must have looked ridiculous.

“Fine.”

“Don’t tell me that’s the first time you’ve seen those ads. I swear I’ve seen them all like fifty times,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. He seems excited by them.

“I don’t watch much TV. What’s it for?”

“Seamore Productions is doing a new reality show, and this time they’re looking for a bodyguard for Roman Creed.”

“Roman Creed?” I feel like I should know the name, but I don’t.

His mouth drops open as if I shocked the breath out of him. “You don’t know Roman Creed?”

I lift my eyebrows, purse my lips, and shake my head. “No clue.”

“The lead singer of Core Damage? They won a Grammy for their album Annihilation a few years ago?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” I pretend I know it because I want him to drop it. Core Damage sounds vaguely familiar, but I’m more into country music.

“It looks like it’s going to be kickass. It’s by the same company that did The Fabulist. Remember that show?”

“I do.” That’s not a lie. I watched it. I found the lying challenges fascinating.

“Same thing. They’re holding tryouts next week, here in LA. Pete, my bouncer, is going to audition.”

“Sounds cool,” I say and toss thirty bucks on the counter. “That enough?” 

“Too much.”

I briefly consider taking some cash back but leave it. It’ll be my last careless purchase until I get my life back in order.

“The winner gets a job and $100,000,” he adds as I make my way to the door.

I stop in my tracks, turning my head back to him. One hundred thousand just made this a little more interesting. Maybe even life-changing. Gazing up at the TV and then back to the bartender, I lean on the bar. “What do I have to do?”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Dawn L. Chiletz resides in Illinois with her two boys and three dogs. Her love of reading began at a very young age and has continued into adulthood. Armed with a dream from the night before, she sat down at her laptop one day in 2014 and started the words of her first novel, The Contest. She’s been dreaming up new book ideas ever since. When she’s not binge reading or writing you can usually find her on social media avoiding putting away laundry.

To find out more information, including her upcoming signings, please visit her website at: https://www.dawnlchiletz.com

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Straight Up Irish by Magan Vernon // Release

 
 
Title: Straight Up Irish
Series: Murphy’s Brothers #1
Author: Magan Vernon
Genre: NA Contemporary
Publisher: Entangled Embrace
Release Date: February 19, 2018 
 
 
 
 
 
I need a wife if I want to help save my family’s billion-dollar pub empire. There’s just one problem: I never plan on marrying. So, I need someone who understands that this is just another business deal. I don’t do commitments. And my brother’s executive assistant, Fallon Smith, fits that bill.

Fallon needs help with her grandmother’s expenses, and her pretending to be my fake wife is a way we can make that happen. She’s not my biggest fan, but we can help each other and then go our separate ways. That she’s beautiful and I enjoy spending time with her–doesn’t matter. When all of this is done, she’s heading home to America, and I’ve got a company to run.

A fake wedding and a whole lot of whiskey. What could go wrong?
 
 

Book Nerd Kate’s Review: ☕☕☕☕

I didn’t know going into the book that it was a Fake Marriage/Marriage of Convenience novel, but I was excited to find out that it was. I love a good fake relationship turned real. Add in the fact that it involves an Irishman who also has money.. how many tropes can you fit into one book? This was a fun read that definitely was just what I was looking for in the middle of a stressful couple weeks. I love when a ladies man falls in love and decides there is only one woman for him. So sweet and sexy!

 
 
 

 
 
 
Chapter One
 
Connor

 

The harsh morning light streamed in through the windows as if it were a switch that made the pounding in my head even worse.

 

The Irish sun I swore was worse than the American one, and so was the alcohol. Nothing in the world compared to Irish whiskey and it had been a while since I’d been back to my hometown of Dublin.

 

My phone vibrated against the nightstand and stared at the screen until my eyes adjusted to the light I saw not only the time but that Jack’s assistant was calling me.

 

“Shit,” I muttered, unlocking my phone and sliding it to my ear.

 

 
“Fallon, Mo Gra, tell me your calling with some good news.”I jumped up, searching for something to cover my naked arse and found my clothes from the night before strewn across a hardwood floor.

 

 
“Using cutesy Irish pet names for me has never worked in your favor, and it especially isn’t when your brothers are wondering where you are.” Her American accent flowed through the speakers with the clicking of a keyboard loud and clear in the background.

 

 
“What’s the fun in that? C’mon, now. We’ve been emailing and having this lovely phone calls for months now. We’re practically best mates,” I said, grabbing my boxers.

 

 
“Is everything okay, Connor?” A soft voice with a thicker accent than mine murmured.

 

I whirled around, covering up my junk and my lucky shamrock tattoos that graced each hip bone. On the bed was a pale redhead with a devious smirk and hair more messed up than a 1980s American metal band. I’d say I shagged that one pretty good, wish I remembered it. Been a while since I’d gotten that knackered and wound up in the bed of a hometown girl.

 

 
“Is there someone in the background? Are you seriously hooking up when you have a meeting in ten minutes?”

 

The girl on the bed’s eyes widened, Fallon’s words booming through the phone.

 

 
“Yeah. I thought I set the alarm on my phone and would be on time. But the alarm didn’t go off and now I can’t find my pants. Think I can just walk in wearing my boxers?” My blue eyes searched the floor until I found my crumpled jeans.

 

 
“Yeah, it went off twice, and you mumbled for me to snooze it. Is that your wife on the phone? Should I be worried? ” the bed girl said in a scratchy voice, raising her eyebrows.

 

 
I shook my head as much as I could and slid on my pants.

 

If I didn’t get my shit together, the meeting was going to start without me. Why did I need to drink that much last night? While my brothers went home early, I just had to see what I was missing in Dublin by studying and working in America. Better than facing the fact why I was back in the country, I guess.

 

Funerals are as good of an excuse as any to get knackered.

 

 
“It’s my brother’s assistant. Fallon, wanna say hello to this girl who is asking if you’re my wife?” I asked with a smile that caused the girl on the bed’s eyebrows to raise even higher on her head.

 

 
Fallon groaned. “Why do I even bother calling you? This feels like Deja Vu from when you almost missed your flight out of Boston.”

 

 
“Ah, but that one didn’t involve a girl. Just whiskey. And I made that flight, thank you very much.” I held the phone between my ear and shoulder, sliding on my shirt.

 

“Only because I saved you with pre-boarding.”

 

“ Maybe when you’re done with work; you can come back. Or we can meet up tonight,” girl on the bed murmured.I combed my fingers through my hair, hoping it didn’t look as bad as hers did.

 

“Did she seriously ask you to come back? While you’re on the phone with me even?” Fallon’s laughter carried through the phone.

 

 
“Not now, Erin,” I said, brushing her hand off my shoulder while I tried to shimmy on my socks, not looking to see the girl’s reaction. If I hurried, I could still make the meeting on time and maybe even find a breath mint or two on someone’s desk on the way there.

 

“Don’t worry; I’m on my way, so you don’t need to get jealous. You’re the only girl who can bother me at all hours of the night.” I stood up and stepped into my shoes.

 

 
“Erin?” the bed girl asked with a huff.

 

 
I turned and looked at her steely glare and arms crossed over her bare chest.

 

 
“Not Erin?”

 

“Not even close,” she growled.

 

Fallon’s laugh carried through the speaker. “Oh, this is classic.”

 

I frowned even though Fallon couldn’t see it.

 

“Well, sorry Not Erin, but thanks for the sex I can’t remember. Hope it was better than mediocre for you,” I said with my hand on the door.

 

Never said I wasn’t an arsehole.

 

This caused a gasp from both Fallon and the bed girl. I quickly ran out the door, closing it before the thud of something hard hit the wall behind me. Could have been worse, I could have been cold-clocked by a shoe.

 

“Did you make it out of there alive after that comment?” Fallon asked.

 

When I stepped outside, I looked around, realizing I was only a few blocks from the office and the pubs I probably stumbled to this girl’s place from. “Ah, and the luck of the Irish is on my side, Mo Gra because I’m not far from the office.”

 

This wasn’t the first time I’d run to the office after a less than savory encounter with a bird. It’s how my life had been since I started Uni in America and then graduated three years ago.

 

 
“You do know this is a will reading, right? Not just you and Jack in a phone conference talking numbers?” she questioned.

 

 
“I’m very aware of what this meeting is for,” I grumbled.

 

 
I still had at least a few minutes before I was considered past fashionably late and onto acting the maggot. Running down the brick-paved streets of my childhood, I dodged the flower sellers and the older gentlemen who liked to walk for no reason at all.I wanted to come back to Ireland on better terms and not for my Da’s funeral.

 

 
Lung disease was one of the top killers in Dublin, and it hit him hard and fast. I didn’t know how bad it was until Fallon called and told me Da was in the hospital. She booked me a flight back home for the next day, but he was already gone before I even crossed the Atlantic.

 

 
“Sorry. That came out wrong.” Voices echoed in the background, and I wondered where she was in the building.

 

 
I’d seen the girl’s work photo icon in emails and breezed past her desk a few times, but never really saw her. Funny that she was someone I’d talked to almost as much as my brothers these past six months and I hadn’t formally met her.

 

 
“Where are you right now? Are you waiting for me outside the meeting room door? Hoping since Not Erin didn’t get a round two that maybe we can officially meet and hit it off?” I joked and breezed through the wrought iron gates of the Murphy Family Pub headquarters, past the secretary and front lobby, covered in photos of generations of Murphy’s who had run the company.

 

 
My family owned a distillery for years and used to brew the whiskey in downtown Dublin. The brand expanded, and my father went into the pub franchise business. Now we had hundreds of pubs all over the world, and the original distillery was currently used for a museum and pub on the first floor with corporate offices on the second.

 

 
Mam passed away soon after my youngest brother, Sean, was born. Da raised us all while building his empire and now with his sudden passing, my brothers Jack, Sean, and I were set to inherit the company. This meeting was just a formality to settle the estate, giving us our shares in the business. I figured Jack would take Da’s position as CEO with me as CFO and Sean as president or something if he wanted it.

 

 
“Your flirting isn’t cute, Mr. Murphy.”

 

 
I stopped at a mirror in one of the hallways, noticing my hair stuck up every which way and I tried to lay it down flat with one hand, holding my phone with the other. “What’s this Mr. Murphy nonsense? We’re practically family, Fal.”

 

 
She huffed. “Are you almost here? I’m almost to the conference room, and I don’t want to have to tell your brother you’re still not available.”. I started jogging, and just as I turned the corner, instead of breezing into the conference room, I ran chest first into a petite blonde who was holding a tray of coffees that had now spilled all down the front of her dress.

 

 
“Aw, I’m sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to do a number on ya,” I said, staring at her wide blue eyes, circled by red framed glasses. She looked between me and her dress.

 

 
I expected to hear a laugh or some quip from Fallon on my phone, but instead I listened to my voice echoing through the pink dressed girl’s phone.

 

 
Recognition dawned on me as my eyes roamed over her from the top of her blonde ponytail down the soaked through dress and cardigan, showing off the curvy frame she hid under the nerdy little ensemble. Her photos and glances at her did not do her justice. She was beautiful in a natural way which made her not need the fancy clothes or too much makeup.

 

 
“Fallon. We finally get to meet. I feel like I should hug you. Or maybe undress you. You know get you out of that pink number and into something not stained.” I stepped closer, putting my arms out. I may have said the words jokingly, but the thought of her dropping the dress and taking her against the paneled wall was on the forefront of my mind.

 

 
“Are you serious right now? You need to go. You’re going to be late,” she hissed

 

 
I glanced at my watch again. Shit, the meeting probably already started. I didn’t have time to sweet talk or other things. Pulling out my wallet from my back pocket, I grabbed a few notes. “Let me at least buy you a new dress and replace the coffees.”

 

“What? No. Just go. I’ll take care of this.” She narrowed her eyes and slightly shook her head.

 

 
“Are you sure?” I raised my eyebrows, still holding the money toward her.

 

 
The clock near the conference room chimed, alerting me it was at the top of the hour.

 

 
“We can chat more about this later,” I said, putting my money back in my wallet. “Nice officially meeting you, Pinky. Let’s do this again real soon, ” I said with a grin, patting her shoulder before I scooted toward the conference room and shut the door behind me.

 

Three sets of eyes looked up from the conference table they sat around.

 

 
My brothers were in crisp blue suits with their light brown hair perfectly gelled, making me look even more like a fool than I felt with my wrinkled clothes which smelled like sex and whiskey.This wasn’t the way to honor, Da, but at least I was there and I was going to be there for his company, no matter what it took.

 

 
“Mornin’,” I said, taking my seat across from the estate solicitor, Thomas O’Malley, who looked like a real-life leprechaun with his short stature, bright red beard, and reading glasses perched on his nose.

 

 
“Glad you could grace us with your presence, Connor,” Thomas said, shuffling the papers in his hands.

 

 
“Happy to have made it,” I said, folding my hands on the table and smiling, even though my brothers audibly groaned next to me. If there was one thing I learned from Da, it was that you never showed weakness.

 

 
“Okay, let’s get started with the reading,” Thomas said, clearing his throat.

 


Then flipped to a new sheet. “Whereupon my death, my three sons, Jack, Connor, and Sean will each inherit their equal share of thirty-three and a half-percent of the family franchise upon the day all three of their marriage certificates are certified by a priest and again by my solicitor Thomas O’Malley, six months after the day of their nuptials. If all three of them are not married within a year of my death, none will be able to get controlling interests, and the board may offer each son’s ownership stake to the highest bidder.”


Every hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Marriage? Thre three of us? Within a year? All of that to get the company? That couldn’t be right. Da never said anything about that. Sure, he was a loyal family man, who never married or even dated after Mam died, but I didn’t think he would do something like this.Especially when the board was a bunch of crotchety old men who smoked too many cigars and were probably half the reason Da got sick in the first place.


My oldest brother Jack leaned forward in his seat. “Thomas. I could be wrong here, but is this stating that each of us has to be married and not just married, but married for six months? And this all has to happen within the year? That can’t be right. Da never even re-married or had a serious girlfriend. He used to say the pub was his only wife after Mam.”


Thomas sighed, pushing his glasses up. “You young men have done a fine job in your positions in the company, but your father also knew you were still sowing your wild oats. He wanted to make sure you settled down a bit, so the company didn’t suffer. This was his way of seeing to that.”


There has to be a clause that can get us out of this, right? I don’t even have a girlfriend, let alone a girl I’d want to marry by the end of the year.” Sean said.


I wanted to ask Sean what he even had to do with this company since he hadn’t taken an interest in anything but rugby. I know Jack had brought up more than once about eventually buying out his portion and now with us all having to be married, or none of us got the company, which put a damper on that one. Before I could ask any more questions, Thomas cleared his throat.


“Boys, I’d like to say there’s another option, but that’s what it states in the will,” he said, standing up and placing the papers in his briefcase. “You can try and get your own solicitors or a judge to dispute this, but I’ve been doing this for longer than you’ve been alive. Once this will is set and notarized, it’s legally binding.”


“Does the board know about this?” Jack asked.


Thomas nodded solemnly. “Ah, they’re aware of the clause, not all of the details, but some have already made comments about a buyout for a third of the company.”


I clenched my fists without even thinking, my gut twisting at the thought of someone else taking over the business.The one Da had built from the ground up, but Jack and I had worked to keep it a well-oiled machine on both sides of the pond. A bunch of old men with one foot in the grave would just run the franchise into the ground along with all our hard work.


Da put a lot of hard work into the enterprise. What he built. What he wanted our family to have. That wasn’t just going to disappear because of some marriage clause, I couldn’t let it.


“Can’t we just find some girl, see if she wants to get married for a few months, then divorce with a nice little settlement? Isn’t that what they do on those American reality shows for publicity?” Sean asked, staring between all of us.


Thomas shrugged. “I guess there’s nothing in the will that says you can’t, but how do you think the board would take that? Moreover, your Da would probably roll in his grave if he heard you married a girl just to get the company. Your mother was the love of his life and the reason he was able to make this company what it is today. He just wants the same thing for you boys. Not some random fling.”


“I’m sure there are worse things we could do,” Sean muttered, buttoning and unbuttoning his suit jacket.


“If we have nothing else to discuss, then I best be heading back to the office. You’ll call if you need anything and let me know as soon as I get to meet the future Murphy girls,” Thomas said with a tight-lipped smile.


We walked him toward the door, but none of us left the room.


Jack was the first to speak as soon as Thomas rounded the corner and was out of sight. “What the hell are we going to do?”


Sean shook his head. “I don’t know. This wasn’t at all what I was expecting. Hell, I guess I’d better get on a dating app or something.”


“This isn’t a joke,” Jack growled.


I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to calm the beast a little, but his nostril’s flared. “Calm down, Jack. We’ll figure this out. We always do.”


His dark blue eyes didn’t move from the empty hallway. “This isn’t about deciding where to put a new pub in America or marketing expenditures. This is marriage. This is our company. Our future.”


I nodded solemnly. We all knew what was at stake here and the only way to solve our problems was with a wedding. Something I never even thought I would be thinking about. Now I had no choice. I was going to be a married man by the end of the year, and so were my brothers, no matter what it took.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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His First Crush by MJ Fields // Release

 
 
 
Title: His First Crush
Series: Firsts Series #2
Author: MJ Fields
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 18, 2018
Cover Design: Jersey Girl & Co. 
 
 
 
 
 
FROM USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR MJ FIELDS
COMES A STORY OF LOVES HEALING POWERS IN THE MIDST OF CHAOS 
 
One tragedy nearly took her away from him.

After Logan saved London from a random club shooting, he thought nothing could ever change the course of his future with the girl he had always loved.
 
One kiss threatened to prove him wrong.

Then Logan questions his feelings … and hers when she kisses another just to hurt him.
 
One night is all it takes to make him realize there was never a choice.

To win the game, you must know the other players and how to overtake them.
 
He will win.
 
His First Crush is the conclusion to Logan and London’s long-awaited happy ever after.

 
 
 
 
 
 
When I left for New York City, it was hard as hell. It hurt. The pain reminded me of a sliver under my fingernail that I couldn’t pull out, knowing it would hurt too damn much. I knew if I didn’t mess with it, it really wasn’t that unbearable. But I learned that, when it was left there too long, an infection would begin, and that gnawing pain would be far worse than Dad going at it with a pin and tweezers. Then, well, then it would heal and you forgot about it until the next time it happened.

The way London and I ended cuddle season was perfect, but that gnawing pain was there with each text, each time I saw her, each time we hid in a closet and dry-fucked until I was going to, or did, come in my fucking pants.

I didn’t want to be her sliver, her pain, her infection, so the texts stopped.

Sounds sweet, kind, like a loving gesture. It was somewhat. But I also knew the next time she felt feelings for someone else, like a sliver under her nail, she would be reminded of me, her first kiss. And while we can all lie to ourselves about shit ending “nicely,” we know the reality is we will always remember. We will remember the good and the bad, and then we will think twice about ever putting ourselves in that fucking position again.

While in New York, I tried really hard to get Mom to “Mom up.” When I realized I had let too much time and distance come between us, I vowed not to make that mistake again.

Fuck Fletcher. He’s not about to become shit to her.

Fuck Brody. She’s not a little girl.

Fuck love and all the shit that can fail, keeping us guarded from the beauty of it.

Fuck madmen who take the life out of those left living.

Fuck her for not texting me back.

And fuck me for not manning up and believing what I feel, what she feels, can work.

Oh, and fuck those who made me doubt.

I’m a fucking player, and a game is a game.

To win the game, you have to know the other players and how to overtake them.

I know her.

It’s two in the morning, and I can’t sleep knowing she’s so fucking close. I look out the window, see a light on, and her silhouette. Clearly, she can’t sleep either.

I watch her and realize she’s dancing. I see her turn and stop. Then she raises her leg behind her, toes pointed at the damn ceiling. Her lean body appears to be in a straight line.

It’s beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. It’s also making me fucking hard knowing she’s that damn flexible.

I sigh, knowing I’m going to be rubbing one out more than once a day if she keeps that shit up.

I walk out of my room, grab a bottle of Jack, and laugh, thinking I’m about to have a date with my fucking hand while watching a private performance by the girl I love.

I watch her move, stretch, and twirl as I drink, wishing I had bought a pair of binoculars like she mentioned.

When my dick is so hard I can’t stand it, I push down my boxers and stand at the window, gripping the base tightly and stroking it slowly up to the head. When she stops and walks away, I groan, thinking I’m going to have to finish myself off without the visual.

I see the reflection of my phone light up and walk over to grab it.

London.

I sent a text saying goodnight and you didn’t reply. So, goodnight again.

I reply immediately.

Phone was dead. Can’t sleep?

I look out the window as she sits on the bed, holding her phone. The floating bubbles start to appear as she types, then they stop. I look up as she flops back on the bed, seemingly frustrated.


I’m okay.

 

I saw you dancing.

 


The bubbles immediately appear.


How did you see me?


Look out the window.

 


She gets up and walks over. I hold up my phone so she sees the light.


Was watching you dance. You looked amazing.


Are you okay?

 


 

I’m good.

 


 

Do you want me to come over?
 
No, London, watching you dance and having a couple drinks made things real hard over here. Stay put.
 
Hard?
 
Yeah, I’ve got it handled.

After I send it, I regret it.


Does that mean you’re…


Jerking off while I watch you dance? Yeah.

 

I watch her cover her mouth as she reads my text then looks out the window.


Binoculars are now being added to my shopping list.


I could come over and cuddle.

 


 

Not a good idea right now. I’m on a date with Jack and Rosie.

 


I look at the window as she receives my text.

She walks away and turns on the light. Now I can see her.

You’re missing out, and so am I.

Damn her… temptress.

You need sleep. So do I.


I slept better than I ever have after the last time we cuddled.


You mean after you came?

 

I grip my cock, picturing her face as she fell apart.

You’re lucky you’re a guy.

I get an idea. A great idea.

I take a picture of my hand gripping my cock. Then I crop it so you don’t see my dick, just my hand gripping it. I send it and then start typing.


Lie on your bed. I need you to do something for me.


What?

 

Do it.

When I see her lie down, I hit call, and she answers immediately.

“Run your hand down that sexy as fuck belly of yours and push your hand under your waistband.”

“Logan, I’d rather you do that,” she whispers.

“And I’d rather you know how to get yourself off, so when I let that genie out of the bottle, your insatiable appetite can be curbed even when I’m not around.”

“What do you mean, when you’re not around?” she whispers.

“I mean, when you’re at school and you’re thinking of how much you want my cock, you can go and suppress the need in just a few seconds.”

“Seconds?”

“Pretty, I’m gonna teach you everything I’ve learned while trying to get a girl off fast so I could bust a nut and get them out the door, because I didn’t want any of them in my bed, because they weren’t you.”

“Logan…” she sighs.

“Do it. Push your hand under your waistband and run a finger up and down the seam of your pussy lips.”

“This seems wrong,” she whispers.

“I’m over here, stroking my cock, watching a private ballet; is that wrong?”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
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Fix My Fall by Carey Heywood // Release

 

 

 

 
Title: Fall My Fall

Series: The Fix #3

Author: Carey Heywood
Genre: Romantic Comedy

 Release Date: February 16, 2018

 
Blurb
Abby Thompson’s love life is a disaster. Everyone around her is
blissfully falling in love, while she’s busy binge watching anime. The last
thing she needs is a walking temptation, in the form of ex-nerd turned dreamy
astrophysics professor, Spencer Hill, aka her new client.
 
It’s her job to find Spencer his dream home, NOT fantasize about a ride
on his space rocket. But the sparks between them are impossible to ignore, and
soon, Abby is wondering if her losing streak in love could be turning around.
 
Can she get over her anxiety he’s got her out-brained, and can he let
go of the past and the fear that the girl he crushed on in high school is still
out of his league?

 

 

 

 

 
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Author Bio
 
 
New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author. She
was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Supporting her all the way are her
husband, three sometimes-adorable children, a mischievous black cat, German
Shepherd rescue puppy, and their nine-pound attack Yorkie.
 
 
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Matters of the Hart by M.E. Carter // Cover Reveal

Matters of the Hart

by M.E. Carter

Releases March 22

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In an instant he became her hero. Then he became her lover and friend.

My name is Jaxon Hart.

You watched me grow up. You watched me fight for my life. Now, I’m fighting for hers.

From the second I laid eyes on Annika, I wanted to help her. Protect her. Vindicate her. But she’s got baggage to get through. Hell, we both do.

But a funny thing happens when you finally connect with someone in a different way than you ever have before. The baggage doesn’t seem so heavy.

I suppose that’s really the only thing that matters when the heart gets involved.
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Author Bio

Mother, reader, storytellerME Carter never set out

to write books. But when a friend practically forced a copy of Twilight into
her hands, the love of the written word she had lost as a child was rekindled.
With a story always rolling around in her head, it should come as no surprise that she finally started putting them on paper. She lives in Texas with
her four children, Mary, Elizabeth, Carter and Bug, who sadly was born long
after her pen name was created, and will probably need extensive therapy
because of it.

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Broken Love by Tracie Redmond // Cover Reveal

 
 
Title: Broken Love
Series: The Prick Series
Author: Tracie Redmond
Genre: NA/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 5, 2018
Cover Design: Melissa @IndieVention

 
 
 
 

 


 

Guided by emotions.

Weathering the storms.

With love comes heartbreak.

Carrie Davenport knows the highs and the lowest of lows. She’s never really belonged. Family: she didn’t understand how good that could feel until she fell into life at the shop, Two Pricks.

When she lets herself get too comfortable, when she allows herself to feel, to fall and to believe, she remembers. And what she remembers about herself, about her past, sends her fast away.

She walks away from the illusion of what she so badly wanted. To come to terms with who and what she really is…nothing.

Sometimes, in the end, we find love. Sometimes all we can find is a broken mess. Carrie isn’t so sure where she will find herself when she removes all the layers to reveal the truth.

In love, there is always pain.

 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Tracie Redmond had a passion for reading that she turned into a passion for writing. She lets her characters guide the way as she lays out every book she writes with emotion, passion, and inspiration. Tracie currently lives in Northeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, three children, and two dogs. She loves all things ducks. Most of all, Tracie loves connecting with anyone wanting to discuss books with her.
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Love Broken by J.D. Hollyfield // Cover Reveal

 
 
Title: Love Broken
Author: J.D. Hollyfield
Genre: RomCom/Contemporary
Release Date: February 26, 2018
Cover Design: Okay Creations

 
 
 
 
 

 

My name is Katie Beller, but the world, as of late, knows me as Bailey Swan, the love guru behind my bestselling book.

 

 
Want the shortened version? Here it is:
 
Love was stupid.
 
A fake. A farce
 
Love was broken.
 
Women everywhere were eating up my advice and fighting back against fake love. My book started a relationship revolution. And I stood by my story.
 
Until I met Charlie Bates.
 
When I throw all my own rules and advice out the window after a week-long rendezvous, I start to wonder just how real my words were. Maybe love might be just a little more complicated than I thought.
 
Maybe I’m the one who’s love broken.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 


 

Creative designer, mother, wife, writer, part time superhero…
 
J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she’s not trying to save the world one happy ending at a time, she enjoys the snuggles of her family and three doxies. With her love for romance, and head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own story to life.
 
J.D. Hollyfield lives in the Midwest, and is currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions of her new books and series, along with her charm, humor and HEA’s.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Bourbon & Bonfires by Andrea Johnston // Cover Reveal

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Bourbon & Bonfires

By Andrea Johnston

Release Date: 3/23/18

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Synopsis

Landon Montgomery has suddenly found himself the lone bachelor in his group of friends. With a new career handed to him and a string of unsuccessful blind dates behind him, Landon is ready to search for love. A chance meeting and immediate attraction have him wondering if things are about to turn around or if he’s stuck in the single life forever.

Addison Sinclair thought she had it all – a loving husband, perfect son, and fulfilling career. Four years after her husband broke up their family she’s still not sure if a second chance at love is in her future. One casual encounter and a few misunderstandings later, Addy must decide if love the second time around is worth the risk, especially when your son’s heart is on the line too.

Like the crackling flames of a bonfire, Landon and Addy will learn that sometimes fire and passion are simply the gateway to forever.

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Andrea Johnston spent her childhood with her nose in a book and a pen to paper.

An avid people watcher, her mind is full of stories that yearn to be told.

A fan of angsty romance with a happy ending, super sexy erotica and a good mystery, Andrea can always be found with her Kindle nearby fully charged.

Andrea lives in Idaho with her family and two dogs. When she isn’t spending time with her partner in crime aka her husband, she can be found binge watching all things Bravo and enjoying a cocktail. Nothing makes her happier than the laughter of her children, a good book, her feet in the water, and cocktail in hand all at the same time.

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Watch and See by Jiffy Kate // Cover Reveal

 
 
Title: Watch and See
Author: Jiffy Kate
Genre: Contemporary Romance w/ Erotic Elements
Release Date: March 9, 2018

Cover Design/Formatting: Jersey Girl Designs
Cover Model/Photographer: Franggy Yanez

 
 
 
 
 
Life hasn’t been kind to Harper Evans.

The small-town gossip about her dead dad and drug-addicted mother has taken its toll. But when her mother is admitted to a long-term rehab facility a few hours away, Harper sees her chance for a fresh start. 

A shoebox apartment above a Chinese restaurant isn’t exactly the escape she dreamed of, but she makes it work. With limited funds and no social life, she views her new city through a dusty old pair of binoculars.

There’s no harm in looking.

Just a peek and I’ll stop.

Harper finds her new pastime quickly turning into a full-fledged obsession. She begins falling for a man she doesn’t know—has never met—as she watches him have sex through the window of his apartment. Daydreaming about what it would be like if she were one of his conquests.

We all reach a point when watching isn’t enough—when we can no longer just be a spectator in our own life. That’s when it’s supposed to get good, right? When we take control and go after what we want. But what happens when it all blows up in our face and we’re left with less than nothing?

What then?
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
His large palms and long fingers press firmly against the glass, while her pale back slides vigorously up and down, a mess of red hair in tangles around her.

 

Everything I observe on the other side of that window hits somewhere deep within me, igniting a fire I didn’t know was possible.

I watch.

I see.

I feel.

Her legs unravel from his waist, and he spins her around. She braces her hands against the glass and her mouth drops open as he enters her from behind. This is the first glimpse I’ve got of her face, and she’s beautiful. Her features are soft and delicate. But she’s no different than the rest—they’re all beautiful. 

This is his favorite position. He takes almost every woman like this. And since it’s a favorite of his, it’s also become a favorite of mine. Well, a favorite to watch. I’ve only ever had sex in the missionary position, but I have a good imagination.

I continue to watch. He pushes; she pushes. He pulls; she surrenders. Sometimes, it’s slow and sensual. Other times, it’s fast and hard. It’s up to him. He sets the pace. The women are at his mercy, but I never see them leave without a sated expression. So, I can only guess it’s as good for them as it is for him… and for me.

The woman’s beautiful face contorts as she throws her head back. Judging by the way her mouth is hanging open and her throat is moving, I imagine she’s screaming, probably his name.

He bends her over even farther, his strong hands gripping her torso as his hips collide with hers, and he continues to thrust in and out forcefully. The sweat coating his chest accentuates the definition of his muscles. Gritted teeth and a tight jaw tell me he’s getting close, which disappoints me because I could watch him for hours.

I let out a breath I’ve been holding, licking my dry lips as I watch him push in even harder, his movements becoming erratic.

I probably shouldn’t watch. I’m sure some would think it’s perverse.

I don’t have a fetish, per se, but I do have to admit I get off.

I’d have to be dead not to.

Eventually, his body relaxes, and he pulls out, quickly walking to a nearby trashcan and disposing of the condom. His firm backside is almost as good as the front. I bite my lip, watching the muscles in his back. I want that. I want him.

She disappears, probably going to the bathroom to get cleaned up. He continues to walk around the living room naked. He’s still somewhat erect, and even in this state, it’s something that makes my mouth water and my imagination run wild.

I’m definitely going to have to take a bath before the ice cream tonight. There’s no way I can stand the throbbing between my legs any longer.

Regretfully, I place the binoculars down on the window sill and head for the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, I let the scene from the last few minutes play on loop as I check the temperature water until it’s just right. 

When the tub is full, I step in and sink down, resting my head back and allowing the warmth to envelop me—my mind immediately going to him. Closing my eyes, I imagine him. I think about what it would be like to be in the window… to be his prey… to be consumed by him.

His hands. 

His mouth. 

His tongue. 

Slipping my hand between my legs, I press my middle finger firmly against my clit and make slow circles before dipping down and collecting the wetness that has nothing to do with my bath. It doesn’t take long for me to coax an orgasm to the surface. The familiar tightness in my stomach has me increasing the friction and chasing my release. 

Exhaling my appreciation, I sink further into the tub. I’m not completely sated, like the women when they leave his apartment, but I’ve taken the edge off enough to relieve the ache.

 

When I’m out of the bath and dried off, I walk to the freezer, making my selection for the night.

 

Red Velvet Cake.

Returning to the window sill with my carton of ice cream, I curl my legs under me and pick the binoculars back up.

He’s alone, and he’s no longer naked, but this look is a close second. The gray sweatpants he’s wearing hang loosely on his hips, displaying the V of his muscles that lead down below. His hair is wet. I don’t know why, but thinking of him being in the shower at the same time I was in the bath makes me feel connected to him in some weird way. I like it. Sometimes, I like watching what he does after the women leave almost as much as I enjoy watching what he does while they’re there.

Almost.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Jiffy Kate is the joint pen name for Jiff Simpson and Jenny Kate Altman. They’re co-writing besties who share a brain and a love of cute boys, good coffee, and a fun time. 

Together, they’ve written over twenty stories. Their first published book, Finding Focus, was released in November 2015. Since then, they’ve continued to write what they know, which is southern settings full of swoony heroes and strong heroines. 

You can find them on most social media outlets at @jiffykate, @jiffykatewrites, or @jiffsimpson and @jennykate77.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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I Wanna Text You Up by Teagan Hunter // Release & Review

 
 
Title: I Wanna Text You Up
Author: Teagan Hunter
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 1, 2018 
 
 
 
 
 
When I put up a ROOMMATE WANTED poster, he was the last person on earth I thought would respond.
 
He was also the last person on earth I’d agree to let live with me…on purpose.
 
But, here we are—roommates. I’m certain we can coexist without it being awkward, and I’m determined to make it work. There will be no sexual tension building with each accidental touch, no flutters when he wears that stupid backward baseball cap, and definitely no flirting when we text back and forth.
 
Caleb Mills can’t be the guy for me. He’s my best friend’s ex-boyfriend.
 
And that would be wrong…right?
 
 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

“I Wanna Text You Up was an incredibly sweet, sexy, hilarious, and highly entertaining standalone romantic comedy, and I absolutely loved it!” – Julia – *The Romance Bibliophile*

“I Wanna Text You Up was a sweet, sexy and hilariously laughable romantic comedy.” – Aurora *Whoo Gives A Hoot*

“Ms. Hunter definitely has a way with words and has easily become one of my favorite authors!” – Amanda Mann *Rabid Readers Book Blog*

 


Book Nerd Kate’s Review: ☕☕☕☕☕

I Wanna Text You Up continued right where Teagan Hunter left off with the witty banter between her characters. I wasn’t sure how I would feel with one of the main characters being an ex-boyfriend of the main character in her previous novel, Let’s Get Textual, but she did a great job making sure he stayed likeable… actually, loveable. As I read the pages, I felt like I was reading conversations that I would have with my fiance or my closest friends. The conversations were just so fun and I definitely laughed out loud a couple of times. This is a great light read, which is perfect for after a book that is a little bit heavier and emotional. I stayed up late into the night reading and didn’t even realize I was doing so. The pages just flow together so well and I wanted to know more and more of their story. Now I’m off for some Breakfast & Beats!


 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
By day I’m a freelance cover designer. By every other free moment, a writer. I’m a Missouri raised gal, but I currently live in North Carolina with my US Marine husband where I spend my days begging him for a cat. I survive off coffee, pizza, and sarcasm. When I’m not writing, you can find me binge-watching various TV shows, especially Supernatural and One Tree Hill. I like cold weather, buy more paperbacks than I’ll ever read, and I never say no to brownies.
 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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