Jennifer’s review of Spark by SL Scott

Title: Spark

Author: SL Scott

Genre: Contemporary romance, rockstar romance

Stars: 5🛍🛍🛍🛍🛍

Spark was just a beautiful story. This is technically a rock star romance but it’s so so so much more. The story was very well written and the characters were deep and real. I love that Jet was more of an up and coming rocker than the normal already hit the big time that I usually see. It makes it easier from the start to see him as a real and more relatable person. These characters go through so much. The pain and emotional turmoil they deal with it heart breaking. I was up and down with emotions while reading this book. I felt like I was going through everything with them. Going through the ups and downs with these characters made the love and romance in the story so much sweeter. This was a beautiful and at times heart breaking book. I’m excited to check out more SL Scott and for more of this series!
**received an advanced copy**

Heartbreak for Hire by Tabatha Vargo and Melissa Andrea

HEARTBREAK FOR HIRE IS LIVE!

I turn trusted housewives into adulterous whores.

Let’s face it, nothing lasts forever. She may have started out as your wet dream, but now she’s your ball and chain. Let me set you free.
I’ll turn your loyal lady into a lecherous liar.
I can give you the uncontested divorce you desire, end your impending engagement, or rid you of that clingy girlfriend.
Either way, you’ll be a free man.

 

My name is Rift, and men pay me to have affairs with their women. It’s my job to get caught. While unethical, my profession is easy. Hell, most days it’s fun. At least until I fall for the soon-to-be ex of my newest client.
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STALK MELISSA ANDREA
I reached out to unzip the plastic
holding my dress, but just as I did, the door to the dressing room flew
open, and Dylan stood there looking back at me.
His eyes were wide with shock, as if he hadn’t expected me to be behind
the door, and then they dropped from my face and slid down my body in an
invisible caress.
I should have covered myself; I
should have screamed at him to get out, but I didn’t move or tell him to go.
The way he was looking at me, I needed that. I needed to feel beautiful and
desirable.
“What are you doing here?” I watched
him, his eyes a stormy blue.
His eyes devoured me, making me feel
uncomfortable. If Mitchell supposedly loved me and disliked what he saw when he
looked at me, then surely a man who didn’t love me would see me as even worse.
“The lady out front said the
bathroom was the last door on the right, but I’m guessing she meant the last
door on the left,” he said, not bothering to the hide the fact that he was
looking at my body.
I nodded, not sure what to say.
“I should apologize and turn around
and leave.”
I swallowed hard.
He didn’t leave.
Instead, he moved into the room and
quietly shut the door behind him.
“But you see, there’s a problem.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
He reached out, running a single
finger over my shoulder and down across my chest. “I can’t stop looking at
you.”
I folded my arms across my chest
now, feeling more exposed than I ever had in my life. His finger dipped into
the top of my folded arms and between my breasts.
“You’re covering yourself like a
woman who thinks she’s unattractive,” he said, moving close enough that his
whispered words ruffled the hairs on the
side of my face. “But the truth is, my cock’s hard just looking at you.”
I stiffened at his words.
No one had ever spoken to me like
that. No man had ever been so brazen, saying naughty words to me in such a
manner.
“How does that make you feel, Gwyn?”
He moved closer, his lips skimming my earlobe and making me bite my bottom lip.
I should have run out, but I was
half naked. And the truth was, I couldn’t move. My legs were stiff, and my feet
were rooted to the spot.
“How does it make you feel knowing
my cock is hard and throbbing for you?” He licked my lobe, and I shivered.
“Here you are, in your white bra and panties, looking so innocent and
corruptible … what’s an evil man like me supposed to do?”
“You’re not evil,” I said, finally
able to speak up.
My voice squeaked with my words,
making me blush even harder.
He leaned back, his brow lifting in
question. “You don’t think I’m evil?”
I shook my head. “Not even a little
bit.”
“I assure you I am.” Again, he
leaned forward, pressing his lips against my shoulder.
As if an automatic reflex, I tilted
my head to the side to give him more skin to explore.
“I’m jealous of the way the lace on
your panties is riding up your curvy hips and disappearing into the sweet space
between your thighs.” He kissed my shoulder once again, his breath striking the
side of my neck and filling my ear. “I want to be that lace, Gwyn. I want to be
resting inside your warmth.”

Dear God, he was good, and I was so very bad. 


 

 

His First Crush by MJ Fields

His First Crush

Series: Firsts series #2

Author: MJ Fields

Release Date: February 18,2018

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer: 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.

 

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Excerpt:

 

( The feels)

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.

( The Heat)

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?”

 

Playlist:

The Flame by Cheap Trick

Don’t Know What You Got (Till It’s Gone) by Cinderella

Too Much To Ask by Niall Horan

Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover by Halestorm

Him & I by G-Eazy ( Halsey)

Into You by Ariana Grande

Hall of Fame by The Script

Move Along by The All- American Rejects

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

 

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Goodreads link:

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In The Series:

Title: His First Crush

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MJ Fields Author Bio:

USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields write books that scorch pages and melt hearts.

Her style is raw, gritty and authentic.

Love an alpha and a strong heroine? She does too.

 

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Jennifer’s review of The Road To Eugenica by A.M. Rose

received_1645942628771341Title: The Road to Eugenica

Author: A.M. Rose

Genre: Contemporary, sci-f, fantasy

Stars: 4🛍🛍🛍🛍

This is definitely an interesting and different type of book. The blurb sounded so fantastic. For the most part the book was absolutely awesome. The world building and storyline was unique and attention grabbing. The characters, mostly, were interesting. The first part of the story dragged by, for me. The second half kept my full attention. There was romance, suspense, mystery and so many twists and turns. Road To Eugenica turned out to be a really great story. I wish the beginning wasn’t so slow (though I understand why it was) and I’m just really not into the whole love triangle thing (again I understand why it was there). All in all its a really fantastic debut! I’m excited for the second book!
**received an advanced copy from netgalley**

Jennifer’s review of False Start by Rebel Farris

received_1645942628771341Title: False Start

Author: Rebel Farris

Genre: Romantic suspense

Stars: 5🛍🛍🛍🛍🛍

HOLY COW! This was an absolute roller coaster ride of a read! It’s so hard to believe this is Rebel Farris’ debut. The story was so well written and made past and present transitions seamlessly. The characters, all of them, were fleshed out and seemed important and needed in some way. This story had so many twists and turns and so much emotion. It was a fantastic read! I’m so excited for book two! This definitely deserves 5+ stars!
Received an advanced copy

Jennifer’s review of My Life As A Pop Album by LJ Evans

received_1645942628771341Title: My Life As A Pop Album

Author: LJ Evans

Genre: Contemporary romance

Stars: 5🛍🛍🛍🛍🛍

This book. I can’t even find the right words to say how much I loved it (maybe even a bit more than book 1). It was beautifully written and I absolutely loved Derek and Mia. Their story was heartbreaking, beautiful and so touching. I love that the story felt real. This is an amazing and inspiring story. A story of guilt, love, self forgiveness and second chances.
**received an advanced copy**

New Release: Filthy Daddy by Bella Love-Wins

Release Blitz

Title: Filthy Daddy

Series: Satan’s Saints MC Book 2

Author: Bella Love-Wins

Cover Model: Henny Seroeyen

Cover Photographer: Jules Godfrey

Cover Illustration: Tempting Illustrations

Release Date: December 21, 2017

 

 

 

FROM FILTHY BIKER TO…PROTECTIVE DADDY?

Tate

I was nothing and had no one. Trouble with a capital T until the Satan’s Saints MC found me. They picked me up from the gutter and gave me purpose. Showed me I could put my top three talents to good use.

My ABCs.

Automatic weapons.

Breaking bones.

Cracking computer code.

Years later, we leave the underground life behind. We may have stopped skirting the law, but trouble still has a way of finding us. Then the woman I’ve been messing with becomes a target. On the surface, she’s a good girl. A law-abiding nursing student with a promising future ahead of her. Beneath that outer layer, she’s sassy and smart-mouthed, a kinky sex kitten I can’t get enough of.

But one sharp tug on the fabric of her past and everything unravels.

I keep denying she means something to me… until the inevitable happens.

I find out she’s carrying my baby. The only piece of me that’s good.

Now, nothing and no one will stop me from holding on to what’s mine.

Author’s Note: Filthy Daddy is a full-length (54,000 words) standalone MC Romance with no cliffhanger and a guaranteed happy ever after ending. Trigger content warning: This story contains sensitive scenes and topics that may be disturbing to some readers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

AMAZON

 

Bella loves writing steamy, high-action romance stories about possessive alpha bad boys and billionaires who know what they want and aren’t afraid of laying claim to the women who catch their interest.
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