Review Post: Franco (Bright Side #3) by Kim Holden

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Franco by Kim Holden

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Franco Genovese is the drummer for world renowned American rock band, Rook. He’s got it all. A killer smile. Tattoos. Talent. Razor sharp wit and humor. And a heart as big, and generous, as they come.
Life is good. Steady. Uncomplicated. Just the way he likes things.
Until one night at an unassuming L.A. bar changes everything.
Enter Gemma Hendricks.
She’s a successful young architect from Northern England with an adorable smile, sarcasm for days, and an unparalleled trusting heart.
The attraction is instant.
So is their friendship.
It’s also temporary because they’ll both be heading home, thousands of miles apart from each other, in a few days.
Or is it?
There’s something Gemma wants more than anything else.
And when Franco propositions her to provide what she’s looking for, everything changes.
Will it transform friendship into love, or will it be their ruin?
Note from the author: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is recommended for mature audiences.

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My Review

*****5 Unforgettable Stars*****

 

 

You know those books that just feel damn good to read? You know the ones I’m talking about. Those are the books that feel like pure magic to experience. The ones that blow you away with all that they have, while simultaneously pulling you in with every phenomenal word. Those books that feel like a hug of sorts. Strong. Solid. Heartwarming. Right. Inviting. Good. Those books are the ones that sweep you up, give you all that they have, and literally leave you breathless from page to page because of what they so spectacularly give you.

Those are the books I live for.

Those are the books I love.

Those are the books that stay with me well after I turn that last page.

Those are the books that show me why reading and books are so amazing.

Franco by Kim Holden is a book like that.

In fact, every single book I have read and experienced and loved by Kim Holden has been a book like that. I could literally use every positive adjective in the dictionary, and I still wouldn’t come close to capturing the true beauty and meaning and unforgettable feeling of what it’s like to read a book by her. Her books are magic. They’re exceptionally written. They’re full of feeling and meaning and so many moments and characters that I will never forget. They’re everything.

Each and every one of her books have been some of my top reads of all time, and Franco is no different. This book was good. Damn good. It felt beyond wonderful to be back in this world with these characters, and the color and vibrancy and charm I got within the pages of this book made my heart happy a million times over. This book brought me back to a world where I feel as if I belong, a world where I feel like I’m one of the gang, and a world that feels pretty freaking amazing to be a part of. Kim Holden brings that world to life in such an authentic and enjoyable way that had me basking in every single word I got of that world I’ve come to love so much.

Franco is a mesmerizing and all-feeling story about so many things. It’s a story about what happens when one chance encounter changes everything. It’s a book about living your life, taking what comes your way, and figuring out what to do when you’re faced head on with what you want, and more so, what you need and can’t live without. It’s a story about finding what you love, living your life with all that you have, and fighting with all you have for the dreams you have. This book is one of life, love, and being in the right place, in the very right time, and how with one meeting, everything you thought you knew and wanted can change.

What you get between Franco and Gemma in this book will have you smitten with those two. Trust me on that one. They will steal your heart, and you will gladly give it over to them with what they so phenomenally give you in this book.

From the very first page of this book, I think Franco owned every part of my heart. The charm, the goodness, and the genuine sweetness of that man melted me through every page of this book, and getting to be there as he went there, as he put it all on the line, and as he opened up himself and his heart to what could be was everything. And I mean everything. Gemma was a gem of a character, and I mean that whole heartedly. That girl beats to the tune of her own drum, lights up every single moment she is a part of, and will have you smiling through every single second you get with her. What I loved about Gemma was how real she was, how truly unforgettable she is, and how honest and open and vulnerable that girl was when it really mattered.

Franco and Gemma share something so real, so right, and so damn good. What I experienced with them in this book had me believing in them, had me fighting for what could be, and had me loving and feeling and living every word of where this story took them. Through every twist and turn, and through every emotional up and down, I was with them heart and soul, loving and rooting for them with all that I had.

My heart was in every single word of what Franco and Gemma shared, and I think what I loved the most about the two of them was the friendship that pulled them through everything. It was that solid and very real friendship that brought me to them in the first place, and it was that connection and ease with them that had me invested in everything that could be with them. What Gemma and Franco share will certainly make you blush, will have your heart melting on more than one occasion, but most of all it will have you believing in the possibilities of what could be.

It was those all-feeling and consuming possibilities with those two that had me smiling, laughing, melting, and loving every single second of what I experienced with them in this book.

The way that Kim Holden connects you so truly to her characters completely sets her books in a league of their own. That was one of my favorite aspects of reading Franco because the connections I felt to him and Gemma, and the continued connections I felt towards the other characters of this world seared my heart to them all even more. I felt like I was a part of this book. I felt like I was with these characters, and like they were some of my closest friends that I understood, and loved, and just enjoyed being with. Kim Holden completely creates that connection, and she makes these characters, their personalities, and their charming and distinctive nuances feel tangible.

And honestly, reading this book just made me want to reread this entire series of books just so that I could spend more time with them all. That speaks to what Kim Holden so authentically creates in these books that I want and crave more time with all of her unforgettable and distinctive characters.

I don’t think I can accurately articulate what it felt like to experience this story and its dynamic characters. I’ve spoken of the magic of this world, and how good it feels to be within the pages of this book, and that is something I can’t say enough. Franco feels like you’re in the exact place you need to be while you’re within its unforgettable pages. It feels real. It feels like coming home. It feels right. And through every page it amplifies those feelings more because that’s what Kim Holden so brilliantly crafts.

Like the lyrics of a song you never want to have end, Franco is a story of two people who meet by chance, yet can’t seem to get enough of one another. This book follows their intertwined story together as they feel, as they live, and as they connect on so many levels on their journey together. Through every turn of that page in Franco, my love for these characters, what they were sharing, and for what could be amplified, and in the end, I couldn’t have asked for a better book.

This book made me feel. It made me smile and laugh and it brought some happy and fulfilling tears to my eyes on more than one occasion, and I really can’t say enough how much I felt, and breathed, and lived, and loved every single word of it.

Simply put, Franco is a mesmerizing story of possibilities, taking chances, and feeling with all that you have. It is a story that’s full of meaning, spark, and a tangible goodness that will literally sweep you up into all that it has, and won’t truly ever let you go. And let me tell you, it doesn’t get better than that, or this book.

Franco was another amazing book by Kim Holden. This book just solidified the love I have for this author and her words, and it has me already needing the next incredible dose of her words that I can get my hands on. Kim Holden is one of my favorite authors for a reason, and every word of Franco reminded me of that again and again. When I reached the last page of this book, all I wanted to do was start the book over again to get back within its literal goodness. I also wanted to give Kim Holden a hug to thank her for another incredible reading experience that I soon won’t forget.

The charm, the authenticity, the distinctiveness, the feels, the pull, the goodness, and everything else in between made this book a consuming and unforgettable read.

This book was everything.

It was Franco. It was Gemma. It was Gus. It was Scout. It was Bright Side. It was Jamie and Robbie. It was good. It was real. It was honest.

It was everything. And then some.

I am telling you, if you haven’t experienced this world, these characters, or Kim Holden’s phenomenal writing, then you are missing out. You NEED these words in your life. You need Franco and Gemma, and you need those bloody wankers, because let me tell you, they give you it all. And then some.

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Releasing Not: Until Ashlyn (Until Her #3) by Aurora Rose Reynolds

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BRING ON THE BOOM!

Meet Ashlyn & Dillon in Until Ashlyn.

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Dillon Keck knew Ashlyn Mayson was drunk when she suggested they get married. He knew he should have taken her back to their hotel room and put her to bed. Instead, he did what he had been craving to do since the moment they met.

Claim her as his.

Waking up married in Vegas isn’t something Ashlyn Mayson ever thought would happen to her. Having Dillon, her boss, a man she thinks is a dick, insist they stay married is absurd, but every time he touches her, she gets lost in him and wonders if maybe they are meant to be together.

But someone isn’t happy for Dillon and Ashlyn and their new found romance, and they’re willing to do anything to keep them apart. Even commit murder.

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Dedication

To every single person that believes in the BOOM

Chapter 1

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“Hey, Mom,” I greet, tucking my phone between my ear and shoulder as I shove another dress and matching heels into my suitcase. I smile while I do, because Dillon will likely flip his lid when he sees my choices in attire for the weekend, but there is not one damn thing he can do about it since we won’t be in the office. So technically, his stupid rules don’t apply.

“Are you all packed?”

“Almost,” I sigh, looking at the clock and realizing I only have ten minutes to finish before my cab is set to arrive. I wasn’t planning on going to Vegas for the dental convention, but Dillon insisted he needed me with him, and like an idiot, I agreed.

“Is Dillon picking you up?”

“No, I’m meeting him there. His flight left a couple hours ago.”

“Oh.” She lets out a defeated breath. “Is it just you and him going?”

“I hope so. I swear if the Wicked Witch shows up, I’ll sell her on the strip to the highest bidder, or pay someone to take her out to the desert and drop her off,” I grumble, digging under my bed for my tickler—just in case of an emergency.

“Call me if you need an alibi.” She laughs, and I smile, shaking my head, because I know she’s not lying; she would find a way to be my alibi if something happened.

“I’ll call,” I mutter, heading to the bathroom so I can gather my shower supplies.

“Dillon’s so nice,” she says quietly, and I grit my teeth.

Dillon is annoying, bossy, and… fine, he can be nice sometimes. Plus, he’s uber-hot, but I hate him. Okay, I don’t hate him… but I really, really want to.

“How long are you going to be gone for?” she questions, breaking into my internal rant.

“Just four days. My flight gets back Monday night around seven.”

“Promise you’ll call everyday and check in.”

“I’ll call or text,” I agree, grabbing my cosmetics case from under the bathroom cupboard, filling it with all of my makeup.

“Please try and have some fun while you’re there. Make Dillon take you out to a nice dinner or dancing.”

Snorting, I mutter, “Sure, Mom. I love you. I’ll message when I land.”

“Okay, honey, and don’t forget your dad and I leave Monday for Florida and we’ll be gone for three weeks.”

“I haven’t forgotten. Have fun, kiss Grandma and Grandpa, and tell Dad I love him.”

“Will do,” she promises softly before I hang up and shove my cell into my back pocket. Looking at the clock I let out a quiet curse, getting my ass in gear to finish packing so I don’t miss my flight.

~*~*~

Dragging my bag behind me toward the reception desk, I’m stunned by how many people are here wearing nametags stating they’re attending the dental convention. Dillon mentioned this weekend is one of the largest gatherings of dentists in the United States, but sheesh, this is crazy. Finally making it to the front of the line, I smile at the cutie behind the desk.

“How can I help you, gorgeous?” he inquires once I’m close, and I set my purse on the counter and pull out my ID, handing it over to him.

“Hi, I have a reservation.” I yawn, covering my mouth while I listen to the sound of slot machines going off in the distance. I love the slots—or penny slots to be exact, since I’m too chicken to play the real ones.

“I’m sorry, but there is no reservation under your name. Are you sure you’re staying with us?” he asks, handing me back my ID, and I frown.

“I’m positive. It may be under my boss’ name, Dillon Keck. He made the reservations,” I say, and he starts to type again then smiles.

“Got it. I see here that Mr. Keck has already checked in and requested we give you your own key to the suite upon arrival.”

“Uh… what?” I blurt, feeling something close to dread fill my stomach. “Are you saying he’s staying in that room too?”

“Yes, it’s a suite with two kings.”

“I don’t care how many kings are in the room. It’s one room. Right?” I panic, leaning half over the counter, trying to see his computer screen. “Please tell me you have another room available?”

“I’m sorry, but we’re completely booked. This is one of our busiest weekends of the year.”

“Of course it is.” I shake my head. “Can you recommend another hotel nearby?”

“Sorry, but I really doubt anywhere else has an opening.”

“Oh man… oh man,” I breathe, squeezing my eyes closed. “It’s not a big deal. You can share a room with him. You’re an adult, and it’s not like you even like him, right?” I whisper, balling my hands into fists.

“Um, so do you want me to get you your key?” Opening my eyes, I nod once and his face softens. “Call down and check. Sometimes we have people call off their reservations last minute. You never know. Something might open up between tonight and tomorrow.”

“Sure, I’ll call,” I agree, wondering what the hell I did to deserve this kind of karma as I wait there for the room key.

Standing in the hall outside the door to our room ten minutes later, I pause with my key card in my hand, not sure if I should knock or just go in. I seriously cannot believe Dillon booked us in a room together. Actually, I can believe it, because I think he gets off on annoying me.

“Screw it. It’s my room too,” I mutter to myself, shoving the key into the card reader, watching the light turn green. Pushing down on the handle, I turn, using my shoulder to hold the door open while I drag my suitcase into the room, fighting with its weight as the door closes, trapping it half way through.

“Shit!”

Turning my head, I look over my shoulder and almost fall on my ass when my eyes find Dillon standing in the middle of the room, completely naked, with a pair of boxers in his hand. His once long hair now short and wet, and a tattoo I didn’t know he had along his muscled ribs on his side.

“Oh, my God,” I breathe, turning quickly while attempting to shove my suitcase back out of the room. I totally did not need to know Dillon looks hotter without clothes than what my mind had made up, and believe me—my mind had unfortunately tormented me with thoughts of him naked many times.

“Christ, you’re a mess,” is muttered from behind me while a very strong arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off my feet, and my suitcase is tugged from my grasp. Before I know it, my suitcase and I are both in the room and the door closes with a soft hiss, trapping me inside.

“Please tell me you’re not still naked,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes closed, feeling his arm release me and his heat leave my back.

“I’m not naked.”

Opening my eyes, I close them again when I see he’s only got on a pair of form-fitting black boxers and nothing else. “Put some clothes on.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a naked man before.” He chuckles, and the sound of his laughter makes my teeth grind and my hands drop to my sides.

“I don’t want to see you naked.” I glare at him while he buttons up a pair of dark slacks that fit him perfectly.

“You could have avoided all of this if you had knocked.”

“Really?” I raise a brow. “You could have ‘avoided all this,’” I make air quotes, “and gotten me a separate room.”

“They messed up the reservation.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, and I feel my eyes narrow further.

“You should have called to tell me that, so I could have—”

“You would have avoided coming,” he cuts me off. “If you knew we were sharing a room, you would have found an excuse, and I need you with me this weekend.”

“Whatever,” I grumble, knowing he’s right. I would have canceled the trip if I knew we were sharing a room, even knowing that being here is a great way to build connections with other dentists. Especially, if I want to open my own practice in the future. “We need to set a few ground rules.” I cross my arms over my chest while I watch him walk across the room toward the bed near the window.

“Later.” He picks up a dark-blue, almost black, dress shirt and starts to put it on, which is unfortunate, because now that I’ve seen him shirtless, I’m thinking he should never cover up again.

“No, now,” I growl, annoyed with myself for being attracted to the dick.

“Later.” He holds my glare. “Right now, you need to get dressed. We have reservations in forty minutes.” He takes a seat on the side of the bed and starts to put on his shoes.

“What?” I look at the clock on the wall. It’s after seven at night and I’m exhausted. All I want to do is climb into bed, order room service, and watch some bad TV.

“We have a reservation in forty minutes,” he repeats, then stands. “The restaurant is twenty minutes away, so you have twenty minutes to get ready, unless you want to wear that.” He motions to my sweats, flip-flops, and hoodie. “I suggest you change.”

“I hate you.”

“So you say,” he says, just barely loud enough for me to hear, as he goes to the dresser, picking up his watch and putting it on.

“What did I do to deserve this?” I shake my head, pulling out my hair tie and running my fingers through my knotted hair.

“You may want to hurry.”

Holding his eyes for a minute, I give up my glare then drag my suitcase to the middle of the room and unzip it. After pulling out one of my favorite “going out” outfits along with my makeup bag, I go to the bathroom and try to slam the door closed, but it’s on one of those thingies that prevents me from doing that, which pisses me off even more.

“Stupid door. Stupid dick,” I mutter once the door is closed, then get to work on making myself look halfway decent.

Twenty minutes later, I look at my refection and lean forward, putting my face an inch from the mirror, and use my dark-red lipstick for the final touch on my dramatic makeup look. Since I didn’t have time to do anything with my hair, I brushed it out and put it up in a bun on top of my head then pulled out a few pieces to frame my face. Looking at my now blonde hair, I smile. I wasn’t sure I would like having blonde hair but Kim insisted it would look great on me, and she wasn’t wrong. Standing back, I place my hands on my hips and take myself in. My black sleeveless-top, with triangles cut out of the center of the chest and sides, is sexy but classy, and my red skin-tight pencil skirt, with its slit up the thigh, shows off just enough skin to draw attention while leaving everything to the imagination.

Slipping on my black, pointed-toe, four-inch pumps, I open the door to the bathroom, and mutter toward where I know Dillon is sitting, “Let me just change my purse and we can go.”

“You’re not wearing that.”

“Pardon?” I ask, pausing in my squatted position in front of my open suitcase to look at him.

“You’re not wearing that outfit. Go change.”

“I’m not changing.” I stand, moving to the desk so I can transfer what I need from my bag to my clutch. Hearing no reply, my eyes move to where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I feel my skin warm up and butterflies take off in my stomach as our eyes lock and his darken.

Licking my lips that have suddenly gone dry, his eyes drop to my mouth and his jaw clenches. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” He stands abruptly and moves past me out the room quickly, letting the door close behind him with a swoosh without another word.

“What the fuck was that?” I ask the door, gaining no reply—not that I need one. I know exactly what that was; I just have no idea what to do with it. Dillon has always acted professional with me. There has never been a time that I’ve seen him look at me like he’s interested, but the look in his eyes a moment ago was primal and not one an engaged man should give another woman, or a boss should give his employee, ever.

Shaking off the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, I finish changing out my bag then leave the room and make my way through the casino and into the lobby. Not finding Dillon inside, I head outside to the area the cabs and limos pick up and drop off, and spot him standing with a group of people. I’m not surprised he’s surrounded by a gaggle of women and a couple of men. He tends to draw attention wherever he goes, and it’s something else that annoys me. I hate being the center of attention, and I don’t really like people who need it to feel important. Needing a minute to get my head together, I stop a few feet away and tuck my clutch under my arm.

“Where you going, gorgeous? ‘Cause wherever it is, I’m there,” a drunk guy, who can’t be much older than twenty-one, slurs, stumbling up to me. His clothes are rumpled, his hair in disarray, and if he wasn’t such a mess, he’d be cute. But sadly, sloppy drunk works for no one.

Ignoring him, I untuck my purse, open it, and pull out my cell phone, knowing better than to engage with men like him in his current state.

“So you’re to good for me?” he slurs, snatching my cell out of my hand, and my eyes fly up.

“Give me my phone,” I say evenly, holding out my hand, and his eyes travel the length of me and his face scrunches up.

“Ho here thinks she’s too good for me.”

“Mike, come on. Give her the phone and let’s go,” someone says off to the side, but I keep my eyes on Mike, with my palm out toward him. My dad insisted I take martial arts with Jax when I was little. I hated it; I wanted to be a ballerina, not a ninja, but he was adamant about me being able to protect myself. Over the years, the skills I learned back then have come in handy, like now, when all I really want to do is kick the crap out of Mike but know better. One of the first things I was forced to learn was control, to never lose my temper. The second thing I learned was to keep my eyes on my enemy at all times. I was never really good at either, but I still got a black belt in the end.

“Mike,” I say softly, taking a step toward him. “I’m going to ask you nicely, once, to give me my phone. If you don’t, I swear to God I will unleash the Kraken, kick your ass in front of your friends, and send you home crying to your mother.”

Laughing, he looks around then his eyes widen as they move behind me. I really, really want to know what he’s looking at, but I refuse to turn my head and give in.

“Give her the phone.” The deep rumble of Dillon’s voice sends a chill down my spine. I’ve only heard him pissed a few times, and I know he’s pissed right now without even looking at him.

“I… I… w-was just playin’ man,” Mike stutters out, tossing my phone toward me. Missing my hands and causing my phone to crash to the ground, and my nostrils to flare as it shatters at my feet.

“Oh, shit. Oh, Christ. I’m sorry.” He drops to his knees and begins gathering the pieces of what used to be my phone then tries to get up, but falls face forward into my crotch, causing me to stumble back.

“I can’t believe this shit,” Dillon grumbles, catching me before I fall, then tugs me out of the way as Mike’s friends decide to finally step in and pick him up from the ground. “You had to wear that outfit.”

“You can not be serious right now?” I hiss, swinging my head back and finding him glaring down at me.

“Deadly.”

“Let me go.” I try to get free, but his hand on my waist tightens as his eyes leave mine. Swinging my head in the other direction, I find one of Mike’s friends standing a few feet away with my phone, looking anywhere but at us, and Mike off to the side, puking in a trashcan.

“Let me go,” I repeat, and his arm tightens for a moment before he finally lets me loose. I really want to scream or throw a fit, but instead, I calmly take my clutch and open it, holding it out toward the guy and letting him dump the now useless pieces inside. “You need to get him some Gatorade and toast,” I tell him, nodding toward Mike.

“Um, yeah sure. Than…” his words taper off, and the smile that was forming on his lips slides away as he looks over my shoulder. Rolling my eyes, I watch him turn quickly and go to Mike to help carry him away, feeling Dillon get close once more.

“Limo’s waiting,” he mutters, placing his hand against my lower back, making me tense.

“I’m not going.” I try to step away, but his hand slides around my waist, bringing my side into his middle.

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are,” he growls, leaning forward, close… way too close.

“Fine, you want me there? I’ll go, but just so you know, I plan on getting completely wasted, so you have just become my chaperone for the evening.”

“You’re not getting drunk.”

“Wasted, not drunk. And you better make sure I don’t do anything stupid.” I pat his chest, ignoring his flashing eyes. With that, I step out of his grasp and start toward the line of limos then turn to look over my shoulder at him, realizing I have no clue which one to go to.

Smirking, he crosses his arms over his chest and raises a brow. “What’s wrong, blondie? Confused?” His mocking tone and the look of triumph in his eyes does it. I turn on my heels and head to one of the limos with the driver standing outside leaning against it. The moment the driver spots me coming in his direction, his back leaves the car and his eyes rake over me, making my teeth snap together.

“Can I help you, Miss?”

“Ashlyn Mayson, get your ass back here,” Dillon snarls behind me, making my palm itch to smack him.

“I’m sorry, pumpkin. I thought you said this was our limo.” I fake pout, turning to look at him and tossing my head to the side for good measure.

“Christ, you drive me fucking insane.” He walks to where I’m standing, tagging my hand, and then starts to drag me with him, grumbling under his breath.

“You know all I want in this whole wide world is to make you happy, pumpernickel,” I whine, batting my lashes while watching his jaw tic.

Leading me toward another limo with a driver holding the back door open, he growls, “Behave.”

“I swear I’ll be your good girl from now on if you don’t spank me,” I stage-whisper, and his hand spasms in mine as a smirk forms on his lips.

“You don’t behave, I’ll bend you over and tan your ass right here.” His words ring through my ears, making my insides liquid, and then I hear the sound of a male chuckle as I’m gently forced into the back seat of the dark limo before I can reply.

“You’re such a jerk,” I hiss, adjusting my skirt as I move across the leather seats.

“You started the show we put on. I just ended it,” he mutters, sitting down across from me and unbuttoning his suit jacket.

“You started it with the whole ‘blondie’ thing.” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him.

“Can we not do this tonight? Can we get along for one damn evening?”

“You tell me. I’m not the one who’s bossy and annoying all the damn time.”

“No, you’re just crazy.”

“Crazy?” I snort, and his lips twitch ever so slightly. “I’m not crazy.”

“Babe, you told that kid you were going to unleash the Kraken on him then went on to tell his friends to get him Gatorade and toast. You’re the definition of crazy.”

He may have a point, but instead of agreeing with him, I turn my head to look out the window and watch the city of Las Vegas slide by.

~*~*~

“Turn it off. Turn it off,” I croon sleepily as my hand sweeps out in the direction of the noise blaring from the alarm, missing it over and over as the beeping continues to torture me.

“Jesus, shut that shit off.” An arm comes from around me, and silence fills the room as my body freezes and my eyes spring open, only to close again when the room spins.

“Oh, God, why are you in my bed?” I hiss, trying to calm my stomach that feels like it’s getting ready to empty.

“You’re in my bed,” Dillon grumbles, sliding his arm around my waist, pulling my ass back into the crook of his thighs.

“Why am I in your bed?” I breathe as bits and pieces from last night flash through my mind, and none of them are good. None of them at all.

“You wanted to cuddle.” He buries his face in my neck then moves his hand up to cup my breast. I know I don’t have any clothes on when I feel the hair from his thighs tickle mine and his finger runs over my nipple. Oh, God. A memory of me telling him we have so much in common while we both got naked for bed fills my mind, and then another one pops in and my hand flies up to my face.

I force my eyes open, trying to focus, and see it there—the small, plain, white-gold band from the memory of him sliding it on my finger.

“We got married?” I shout, pulling his hand from my breast.

“We got married,” he agrees, not sounding upset, but instead, almost proud.

“Oh shit!” I fly out of the bed and trip over our clothes scattered across the floor, feeling him catch me right before I land on my face.

“Ash, calm down.”

“Calm down? Calm down? Are you insane? We got married last night. Married, Dillon. I got married to a man who is engaged to another woman!” I yell, then cover my mouth. “Oh, God, I’m going to hell. I’m so going to hell for this.”

“I’m not engaged,” he says calmly, giving me a shake.

“I know your fiancée!” I screech, attempting to get away from him, only to have him hold me tighter.

“I’m not fucking with Isla. Now stop with the crazy.”

“You’re not with her?” I stop, and he runs a hand through his hair.

“No,” he states, holding my stare, and my body uncoils just slightly.

“Fine, I’m not going to hell.” I move away from him and resume pacing. “We need to find an attorney. I saw loads of advertisements on the strip. We’ll get one and get this taken care of. It’s no big deal. People get married in Vegas everyday then get divorced. We will just be one of the ninety percent,” I ramble while pacing.

“We are not getting an annulment.”

“Annulment, right.” I snap my fingers. “That’s even better. No one has to know about this.”

“Listen to me.” He grabs onto my shoulders, giving me a shake, and my eyes focus on his. “We are not getting an annulment, or divorced. We got married and are staying that way.”

“Oh, God, you were drugged.” I rest my hands against his chest and drop my voice, “Don’t worry. We’ll go to the hospital and they’ll give you something. Once you’re better, this will all be taken care of.”

“Jesus Christ.” He rubs his hands down his face, tilting his head back to look toward the ceiling. “I’m married to a nut.”

“Hey, that’s not nice.” I plant my hands on my hips. His head drops, his eyes scan the length of me, and I realize I’m naked… that we’re both completely naked. “Dillon.” I take a step back when his eyes meet mine, and his arms swing toward me. “What are you doing?” I shriek, sidestepping him, only to stumble onto the bed, where I attempt to roll. But he flips me to my back, his giant body moving between my legs, and his hands pin my wrists to the mattress over my head. Panting, I look up into his beautiful blue eyes.

“We are not getting a divorce,” he snarls, leaning down so his face is mere centimeters from mine.

“Be rational.” I lift my hips and my arms, trying to throw him off. “You’re obviously on—”

Before I can say more, his head descends and his mouth is covering mine, stealing my breath along with my soul. The feel of his lips, the taste of him on my tongue, ignites something deep inside of me, and I kiss him back with everything I am. Ripping my mouth from his, I pant, “Please let me go.”

“No.” The word sounds almost primal, and I lean up, placing my mouth back against his.

“Please, I want to touch you.”

Groaning, his hands release my wrists, and my palms fly to his chest and slide up and over his shoulders, pulling him closer to me as my legs wrap around the back of his thighs. He kisses me again, this time using his tongue and teeth to torture me in the most beautiful way possible.

“How is it possible you taste as good as you look?” he questions, pulling back, but I have no answer for him. He tastes amazing and having him covering me, his hardness pressing against my softness, is making my brain short-circuit. Palming my breast, he slides his thumb over my nipple, causing my hips to jerk forward. Rolling us again, he settles me on top of him, palms both my breasts, and then leans up, pulling my right nipple into his mouth, releasing it with a pop. “When did you get these?” he questions, flicking the tip with his tongue.

“When I was thirteen.” I smile, and he smiles back then moves to my other breast, doing the same, only sucking harder, almost punishing.

“When?” he asks again, and I know he’s asking about my nipple piercings. I got them with my cousin April a few years back. I wanted a piercing, but needed to be able to look professional to the outside world, so I got both my nipples done with simple, almost elegant-looking gold barbells.

“Three years ago,” I breathe as he tweaks the tiny piece of metal.

“Before me.”

“What?” I try to focus, but every time he touches me, my body gets hotter and my focus depletes. Grabbing my hips, he tugs me forward, dragging my wet center along his length.

“Soaked.” He nips my nipple then wraps his hand into the hair at the back of my head, taking control of my movements as he pulls my mouth to his and thrusts his tongue between my lips. Lost in his kiss and the feel of him between my legs, so close to where I need and want him, I squeak when he flips us over and slides down my body, not giving me a chance to think as his mouth covers me.

“Dillon.” My hands move through his hair and my hips lift off the bed, offering myself up to him without thinking about anything but the way his tongue, lips, and teeth feel as he fucks me with his mouth. “Oh, God. Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I pant, feeling my toes curl into the bedding and my hands grip his hair. The touch of his finger rimming just the inside of my entrance sends me over, shouting his name as I go.

Feeling him kiss my inner thigh then my belly, over my breasts then shoulder, I come back to myself lazily.

“Tell me you want me.” Looking into my eyes while his hand moves between my legs and his fingers slide though my folds, I know I’ll give him anything. “Tell me you want me as badly as I want you.”

“I want you,” I hiss, feeling the very large head of his cock at my entrance, and then watch his eyes drop between us before my eyes do the same, and I know I need to tell him. “I—”

Oh, God, too late… way too late. I bite my lip as he fills me, stretching me.

“Tight, so goddamn tight.” He pushes in farther and his jaw clenches.

“Hold on. Please, hold on,” I breathe, and his body stills above me as his eyes search mine.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just need a minute.” I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling like an idiot.

“Baby.” His fingers slide along my jaw and cheekbone, into my hair. “Do you want to stop?” he asks gently, making tears sting my nose.

“God, no.” He feels good, so good. But he’s huge, way bigger than any of my toys. “You’re just big. So big.” I wiggle my hips and he hisses out a breath, grabbing my waist.

“Don’t say that shit when I’m inside of you,” he groans, dropping his forehead to mine.

“I have to tell you something, but please don’t be mad.”

“Christ, what now?” He pulls back, gritting his teeth.

“Stop being a jerk and let me talk.” I smack his shoulder and he looks down at me, thrusting in another inch.

“Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

“What?” I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips as he slides in a little more.

“If it’s going to piss me off, I don’t want to know.” He slides out then back in, and my back arches off the bed as his thick cock fills every inch of me.

“You’re such a dick!” I cry out as he tosses my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrust.

“I don’t give a fuck about that either.” He drops his mouth, covering mine and stealing my reply—not that I have time to think about that as his mouth leisurely travels down my neck to my breast, which he pulls and sucks until I’m once again shouting his name and hearing mine groaned from his lips as we both come.

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Releasing Now: Jaded Hearts by Harper Sloan

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jadedhearts_frontcover_loresSigning with Brighthouse Records was supposed to be everything we ever wanted—our better life. Our chance at everything we never had but always wanted. All our dreams would finally come true and we were on top of the world. It was our chance at the happiness we never had in life.

Our every desire was at our fingertips and the power of that feeling was all consuming. But then it took every dream we thought would come true and it slapped us in the face with the cold hard reality.

Dreams were just that…something that floated on the cusp of untouchable, taunting you with every graze of your fingertips before slipping even further away.

Happiness…that feeling is a joke.

In the end it became painfully obvious that each of us would always have each other, but we would forever be alone.

 

 

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Goddamn, that smile is dangerous.

Who am I kidding? He is dangerous.

I do my best to ignore him, but it’s impossible. The steady brush of his arm against where mine is resting on our shared armrest constantly reminds me how much my body wants his touch. The scent of his delicious cologne hits my senses, making me want to climb in his lap and rub my face over his chest to get a potent lungful of it.

I can’t even remember the last time I was this horny, which is pathetically sad, since it was probably around the same time I actually got laid. Years. I think. Close to three. Maybe that’s why I’m a hot mess lately. I turn my head to study the side of his face and wonder if I can use this situation to my advantage. I mean, after all, we are in a ‘relationship’ now.

He turns and gives me a questioning arch of his dark brows, but I brush it off in favor of playing Disney Emoji Blitz on my phone.

By the time we had hit cruising altitude, I could hear the other men around me snoring away but not Chance. He’s fiddling with his phone, completely ignorant of the fact I’m about to start humping his leg.

“Excuse me,” I breathily say, unbuckling my belt and standing to move around him. I stand there, my head bent slightly because of the overhead, and wait. He doesn’t move, though. Instead, he drops his phone to his lap and gives me his complete attention; his eyes even dance a little like he’s finding this whole damn thing funny. “Excuse me,” I repeat, no longer breathy, and seconds away from coming.

No, that’s a lie. I’m still breathy and very much seconds away from soaking my panties even more than they already are.

His large hands grab my hips, and he guides me down on his lap with no resistance from my treacherous body.

“Not what I meant,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to sound harsh and offended, but I just sound dazed and turned on. I wiggle in his hold, trying to get free, but he’s too strong for me.

He leans up in his seat, his chest hitting my back and buries his face in my neck. I’m sure anyone who saw us would see a loving couple who just can’t keep their hands to themselves. He’s playing a dangerous game, though, because the second the solid, hard length of him presses against my backside, I forget this is supposed to be a game and squirm a little more. His teeth nip at my shoulder at the same time his groan hits my ears.

“Stop moving, Wren,” he demands, tightening his fingers on my hips.

“You’re the one who put me on your lap.” I curl my fingers over the empty seat in front of me and squeeze my eyes shut when I feel him growing harder under me.

“Yeah, because the flight attendant who just walked by had her phone out and pointed right at us. She’s doing a shit job of making it look like she’s doing something with her paperwork.” His hand comes off my hip, and he cups my jaw, turning my head to the side just when I was about to look up at where I last saw the attendant, forcing me to shift until all it would take is me throwing one leg over his body to be face-to-face. “Do not look at her,” he stresses; the sudden movement of twisting my body makes me bounce slightly in his lap, rubbing my legging-clad ass against his erection. His eyes drop to my mouth where I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and groan.

“Give me a reason not to look,” I dare him.

“You don’t want to go down that road, Wren. I’ll protect you from the world, but you need to protect yourself from me.”

“No one is asking you to.”

Not even knowing if we’re still being watched, I twist my torso the rest of the way, pulling my legs up until they’re bent at his stomach between us. Now that I’m facing him completely, I bring my hands up to curl them both around his shoulders before dragging them up to wrap around the corded muscles at the sides of his neck. His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t stop me. I give him the chance, but it never comes. Dropping my head, I press my lips to his. I explore his lips with small pecks and little licks of my tongue, learning his mouth before pressing more firmly. He sucks in a breath when I open my mouth and slowly drag the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip.

And then his control snaps.

His hands—still at my hips—lift me effortlessly until my legs are no longer folded between us, but now digging into the hard armrests with my knees pushing into his thighs, my back hitting the seat in front of me. His mouth opens, and his tongue meets mine, no hesitation whatsoever, as he deepens the kiss.

Our breathing echoes around us, making it sound like everyone on this plane could hear us, but I know it’s just because our faces are so close. I let out a moan, one that he swallows, that turns into a whine when he pulls back.

“That can’t happen again,” he softly scolds, just as breathless as I am.

What the hell? I might not have been into this whole fake-boyfriend-slash-bodyguard thing before, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take advantage of the situation. Especially now that I know how alive he makes me feel. Three years since I had pleasure from anything other than my own hand, and if that kiss is anything to go by, what Chance could make me feel is ten times more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life.

I’m not passing that up.

Nope.

No fucking way.

“We’ll see about that.”

 

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Releasing Now: Edge of Bliss by Molly E. Lee

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I never knew how perfect life could be until Blake Caster was finally mine.

Chasing storms with her only doubles the passion and the rush, but as we travel down tornado alley at the start of the season, we run into more than our fair share of nonweather-related trouble.

My past on the alley catches up to me in a bad way and with each captured storm, a wedge is driven between us. The harder I try to hold on to Blake, the faster she is slipping away.

Add to that an unexpected call from her ex, new pressures from the reality show filming our every move, and a job offer Blake may not be able to pass up, and my perfect life is on the same chaotic path as the storms we chase.

All I want to do is make her mine—forever—but one trip down tornado alley might be our last.

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Review Post: Unforgettable (Family Justice #5) by Suzanne Halliday

 

 
There’s a baby explosion happening for Family Justice and people are
starting to joke that there must be something in the water!

First came the surprise of a lifetime for Stephanie and Calder.

Then came Lacey’s shocking reveal of a second pregnancy during a harrowing ordeal for Cameron.

The big news that Alex and Meghan were starting a family was greeted with joyous enthusiasm but a second shocking reveal hovering in the wings rocks everyone’s world and shakes things up at the Villa.

Victoria and Draegyn along with the rest of Family Justice bring plenty of surprises and some interesting announcements along the way as we catch up with the whole Bendover crew.

Get ready for a bit of drama and plenty of Family Justice fun!

Find out how Finn is faring as the new co-owner of Whiskey Pete’s

Does Carmen have a new and very surprising love interest?

Is Remington Bissett coming out of her self-imposed shell or has she decided that a certain arrogant transplanted from Boston saloon owner, isn’t worth the aggravation?

What about Brody, Heather and Bella Mia?

Parker and Angie ~ are those two ever going to get married?

As if that’s not enough, hold on a minute!

Is that Paddy O’Brien in the desert and did someone say Alex’s parents

decided to retire and return to Arizona?

It’s another heart-warming, sexy and full of laughter chapter in the lives of the Justice Brothers and the family they’re creating in the desert southwest.

Come along once again as we journey to Bendover, Arizona and see if happily ever after is still the order of the day. 
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 *****5 Unforgettable Stars*****

Let me start this review by saying that I will literally NEVER get enough of this series. I will never get enough of Family Justice, or the crazy, wonderful, and completely heart melting antics that lovable crew gets into. I will never get enough of all of the love those characters share for each other, and how that bond, loyalty, and steadfast love they all share for one another sears them together so fiercely, just as much as it sears each of them to me. I will never get enough of Suzanne Halliday’s all-consuming writing that continues to wholly invest me in these characters, their stories and lives, and their world all the more with what she so exceptionally gives me with them all.

I will never get enough of the full on love I feel for these characters, their intertwining journeys together, and how I continue to feel as if I am more and more part of the Justice family and crew with every turn of that page.

I will never get enough of it all because this series is just that damn good, that damn well written, and that damn perfect.

I would read about these characters making waves and taking names in their nursing home because that is how much I LOVE them, and how much I need them all in my life. Suzanne Halliday has completely created that need for more of them all. The individual and strong connections I feel to each of her dynamic characters is something that I treasure, and it has me feeling, experiencing, loving, and practically basking in every second I get with this crew.

The way that I have fallen in love with Alex and Meghan, Tori and Drae, Lacey and Cameron, Parker and Angie, Brody and Heather, Calder and Stephanie, Remy and Finn, Carmen, Ben, Duke, and every single other unforgettable character of this series is something that I will truly never get enough of. Each new book of them strengthens that fierce love and adoration I feel for all of their characters, and it has me simultaneously loving what I’m reading, while also knowing that I will need more of them all, because that’s how much I love them. That’s how much I feel for them. That’s how much I’m invested in them all.

Every single chapter of the Family Justice Saga has been one that I have loved, but I have to say that there was something particularly special about Unforgettable, the fifth installment in this series. Not only did I have the chance to get back with some of my all-time favorite characters, I got to experience once again how their lives were progressing, and experience all of the ups, downs, and unexpected twists and turns that just seared my heart to them all the more. Getting to be there with every single one of them as they faced shocks, challenges, the best of the best, moments that stopped them in their tracks, and everything in between was nothing short of spectacular.

It was everything, and then some. And then some more after that because this is the Family Justice crew after all, and that wonderful bunch never fails to give anything but their all when it comes to their friendships, their loyalty, their heat and sparks, and of course, their completely enrapturing love.

The events of Unforgettable finds a bit of baby fever sweeping the Justice Family, and I for one couldn’t have been more ready to see where that would bring all of these couples and characters. And let me tell you something right now… that baby fever will sweep you up right into its magical, all-feeling, and heart melting spell, and you will love every single second of experiencing that in this story. This chapter of the saga was practically a baby explosion, which pretty much melted my heart on every single page of this book. Not only were my favorite fictional characters creating something so amazing with the literal new life bursting from the pages of this book, they were giving me more of them, their unyielding love, and their unforgettable journeys that were beyond perfect, and I truly can’t say enough how much I loved that.

Unforgettable is the next chapter that continues each and every one of the incredible and interwoven stories that makes this series the phenomenal thing that it is. This next chapter gives you it all with these characters in a way that pulls you in even more to each and every one of them as they face what comes next. What I loved about this book, and all of the others books before it, is that with each book I got to see where these characters were headed, how they had changed and grown since I last left them, and I got to experience what the next chapter of their lives was like.

Suzanne Halliday does an exceptional job of making what comes next for all of these characters feel so real, so authentic, and so damn right for their individual stories.

Each new chapter with them all pushes these characters just enough, makes them think and feel and live with all that they have, while simultaneously strengthening the bond they all share as they all keep living the lives they were meant to have. Unforgettable, and everything Suzanne Halliday gave me within its pages, did an extraordinary job of making what came next feel like the most magical thing on the planet. The love, the friendship, the bond, and the level of family that burst from the pages of this book was beautiful, emotional, and simply put, unforgettable.

Getting to be there every single step of the way as these characters have fallen, and fought, and just felt all that they has been nothing short of everything. And let me tell you, I look forward to many more chapters to come with them all because I have to know what happens next. I need more of them all, and I can’t wait to be back within their wonderful world as soon as humanly possible. I don’t think I will ever be ready to say goodbye to them, so I’m really hoping that goodbye doesn’t come anytime soon because I love these characters too much to not have them in my life.

This book brought about a lot of change for so many of these characters, and getting to be in their heads and experience it all with them was magnificent because it not only let me understand them on a deeper level, it connected me even more to what they were going through because I got it. I got how it affected them, how it pushed them, how it changed them, how it blew their minds and their hearts, how it made them want more, cherish more, and feel everything in between. I got it all because of the phenomenal level of understanding I had with their characters, and I got it because of how fantastically Suzanne Halliday crafted each and every one of their stories.

Feeling all that I do for these characters had me loving every single word of this book, the memorable and distinctive time I got with each of them, and all of that speaks to what Suzanne Halliday has really created in this series.

That tangible magic, investment, connection, fire, and sense of family has put this series and these characters in a league of their own.

I have to say one of my favorite aspects of this book was getting more of Remy, Finn, Carmen, Duke, and many of the other characters that make up the extended Family Justice. Getting to experience more of them, their specific charm and vibrancy, and seeing where this next chapter brought them all made me NEED more of them something fierce. It also had me knowing that some very big and interesting things are coming these characters way (here’s looking at you Remy and Finn!), and I for one can’t wait to get all of that and more with them. I especially can’t wait to learn more about Remy and some other characters who make appearances in this book, and I am beyond sure that their stories will blow me away with all that they have.

I have no doubt that whatever the next chapter in this saga brings for all these characters, Suzanne Halliday will find a way to make it distinctly Justice, completely unforgettable, and even more wonderful because she does that every single time she writes a book.

Suzanne Halliday balances the time you get with all of her characters so perfectly that every turn of that page brings your heart to them all, while letting you get so much with them that has you craving the next dose of them you’ll get. Unforgettable proved again and again the extraordinary talent of this author, and on every page I was reminded why this series is so good. The level of heart, heat, and feels on every single page of Unforgettable had me relishing in what this book and its characters gave me.

If you have loved this series, then I am telling you that you will LOVE this book. It will burst your heart into a million wonderful pieces, while simultaneously melting you, sending your love to these characters, all while bringing the best kind of blush to your cheeks and one big old smile to your face. And if you haven’t started this series yet, then I am telling you, you NEED it in your life like you need your next breath.

With the perfect level of family, friendship, love, connection, and romance, Unforgettable gives you the whole Justice gang in a way that just has you knowing that everything you’re reading is so right, so perfect, and so Justice, and it honestly doesn’t get better than that.

It truly doesn’t get better than this series, these characters, or their world, and Unforgettable will give you it all as you experience the true literary magic that is Family Justice. And just you wait, because what this book and Suzanne Halliday so phenomenally gives you will have you in full on love with it all, all while counting the days until you can get back into this world once again.

“Am I interrupting anything?” A deep voice drawled from the doorway. Cam looked up and saw Alex lurking in the doorway.
“Hey! Great timing and no, not interrupting. Our old buddy Roman, here,” he said with a powerful thwack on the man’s back, “was just picking my ball hairs out of his teeth.”
Roman jerked to attention when he realized who stepped into the room and threw up a smart salute. “Major,” he said with a deferential nod.
Alex saluted back and immediately stuck out his hand in welcome.
“Who moved the fucking rock and let you crawl out?” the big man said with his usual sardonic bite. Then he took control of their clasped hands and drew Roman in with a laugh. The handshaking, backslapping, bro hugging fist bump routine played out again with Alex giving the guy ten tons of grief.
“Jesus, don’t let his wife see you saluting,” Cam chortled.
Roman smirked. “Why?”
“Because she’d fall down laughing and then I’d have to beat the snot out of you to restore my manhood. That’s why,” Alex quipped.
“Sounds like my kind of lady.”
A thousand dirty references hung in the air unspoken. Cam almost crapped his pants when Big Daddy reacted like a fifty thousand volt Taser hit his nuts.
“She’s pregnant and if the hairless balls of a man-pussy are what she wants for lunch, I’ll come looking for yours.”
That my friends, Cam thought with laughter, is what we call a home run. Alex had the best putdowns.
Roman went from stunned to cracking up and gave Cam a knowing look. “Oh,” he chuckled. “I see how it is.”
Cam nodded and returned the look, “I just bet you do.”
Alex and Roman were a lot alike when it came to control issues. Probably explained why Roman went off on his own to do private security rather than stay with Justice. He didn’t take orders well and had a terrible time playing nice if he wasn’t in the mood. All traits which only became more pronounced after the guy’s wife and kid died.
“Look at you guys,” Roman joked. “Wedding rings and private planes. If I ever feel like getting old and settling down, I’ll set up camp in Bendover. Great name by the way. Very apropos.” His amused snicker was directed at Alex who flipped him off with great flair.
“I hate to break this knitting circle up but we have a meeting waiting on us.” Alex’s meaningful look reminded Cam it was a workday. “Roman,” Alex said with another hearty handshake. “It was good to see you. Good luck with your search mission and all joking aside, you know we’d welcome you here any time.”
“Thanks Alex. That means alot coming from you. And I was just being a dick about you being married. I’m glad you found someone to put up with your shit.”
After a handshake and some muttered goodbyes, Roman left with a nod at Alex. Cam hoped the guy found what he was looking for. In more ways than one.
 

Suzanne Halliday writes what she knows and what she loves – sexy adult contemporary romance with strong men and spirited women. Her love for creating short stories for friends and family has developed into a passion for writing romantic fiction with a sensual edge. She finds the world of digital, self-publishing to be the perfect platform for sharing her stories and also for what she enjoys most of all – reading. When she’s not on a deadline you’ll find her loading up on books to devour.

Currently a wanderer, she and her family divide their time between the east and west coast, somehow always managing to get the seasons mixed up. When not digging out from snow or trying to stay cool in the desert, you can find her in the kitchen, 80’s hair band music playing in the background, kids running in and out, laptop on with way too many screens open, something awesome in the oven, and a mug of hot tea clutched in one hand.
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Releasing Now: Keep Us by Faith Andrews

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Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

Release Date: December 5, 2016

 

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For the Grayson family the holidays have always been a time of togetherness.

Eat, drink, and be merry is their motto, but not this year . . .

With Marcus and Riley knee deep in their flourishing careers, their spouses, Tessa and Beck, have been decking the halls and dashing through the snow without support from the busy Grayson duo. A new baby is on the way for one of these ladies and she hasn’t even had the chance to tell the daddy; plans for a huge holiday feast are up in the air because priorities are out of whack; unexpected visitors and a bomb of a surprise from Mr. Grayson—it’s safe to say this holiday will be far from jolly.

Tempers are high, feelings are bruised, and it’s not something spiked eggnog can cure. Will Marcus and Riley make it home for the holidays or will Tessa and Beck be forced to ring in the New Year alone? Continue reading

It’s a Cover Reveal: Edge of Bliss by Molly E. Lee

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Photo & Cover Design: Regina Wamba / MaeIDesign and Photography
Models: Ripp B. (Dash) & Mackenzy T. (Blake)
Release Date: December 14, 2016

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I never knew how perfect life could be until Blake Caster was finally mine.

Chasing storms with her only doubles the passion and the rush, but as we travel down tornado alley at the start of the season, we run into more than our fair share of nonweather-related trouble.

My past on the alley catches up to me in a bad way and with each captured storm, a wedge is driven between us. The harder I try to hold on to Blake, the faster she is slipping away.

Add to that an unexpected call from her ex, new pressures from the reality show filming our every move, and a job offer Blake may not be able to pass up, and my perfect life is on the same chaotic path as the storms we chase.

All I want to do is make her mine—forever—but one trip down tornado alley might be our last.

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author

Molly E. Lee is an author and editor best known for her debut novel EDGE OF CHAOS, and as a fourth year mentor at Pitch Wars – a program which connects promising writers to established authors in the community. Molly writes New Adult Contemporary and Young Adult Urban Fantasy featuring strong female heroines who are unafraid to challenge their male counterparts, yet still vulnerable enough to have love sneak up on them. In addition to being a military spouse and mother of two + one stubborn English Bulldog, Molly loves watching storms from her back porch at her Midwest home, and digging for treasures in antique stores.

 

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