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Royal Scandal by Marquita Valentine

royal-scandalRoyal Scandal by Marquita Valentine
Series: standalone
Genre: contemporary romance
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Fairy tales do come true—and so do tabloid scandals! New York Times bestselling author Marquita Valentine kicks off a juicy contemporary romance series with a novel about a prince whose best-laid plans go deliciously awry when he marries the maid next door.

Forced to flee to the United States with his siblings after their parents’ assassination, Crown Prince Colin Sinclair takes it upon himself to become the caretaker of his family while hiding out near Charlotte, North Carolina. But after a decade in hiding, the secret’s out and Parliament demands that Colin wed a princess of their choosing. Unwilling to play their game, Colin decides to marry an American instead, and he has the perfect candidate in mind.

As a home-service professional, Della Hughes doesn’t believe in storybook endings. But when her best friend and secret crush reveals that he’s a flesh-and-blood prince, she doesn’t know what to think. Still, she’ll do anything for Colin, including becoming his wife—in name only, of course. But when their plans to stay purely platonic go by the wayside, their fake honeymoon turns all too real. After a week of white-hot nights, Della can no longer deny her feelings—not with a happily ever after so tantalizingly close.

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The Billionaire’s Bet by Victoria Davies

cover-1The Billionaire’s Bet by Victoria Davies
Series: Sexy Billionaires #2
Genre: contemporary romance
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Hailey Mitchel wants one thing. Her boss. The only problem is he’s never looked at her as more than a loyal employee. At least, not until his charming business rival, Caleb, drops into her life with an offer she can’t refuse. He’s willing to bet he can make her fall in love with him in a month, and if he’s wrong, he’ll help her find the keys to her boss’s heart.

Caleb Langston wants one thing. Revenge. Hailey is his ticket to finally evening the score with his old adversary. There’s just one problem. The more time he spends with her, the less he cares about his grand plans for payback. But love is always a gamble, and soon he’ll have to choose between his past and his future. And pray Hailey never discovers the secret he’s been hiding from her.

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“I’m attracted to men of substance. Guess that rules you out.”

“But not my rival. Alec is your paragon of honor, isn’t he?”

“He’s an excellent man,” she agreed.

“One you just wish would walk over to your desk and sweep you off your feet, carrying you out into the sunset.”

“I’d probably break his back, and we’d both end up on the floor.”

His gaze raked down her body. “I’d be willing to risk it.”

“Luckily, you’ll never have to.”

His eyes returned to hers. “Why not just tell him?” he asked. “Confess your undying devotion and see what he does?”

She knew what he’s do. He’d get flustered trying to figure out how to tell her he didn’t return her affections. She wasn’t petite or blond, two things all his previous paramours had in common. 

She wasn’t pursuing a career in acting, and she didn’t have trouble calculating the percentage of a tip. Worse, she didn’t come from old money the way Caleb and Alec did. She hadn’t grown up in that privileged world, didn’t understand the deeply ingrained rules. Alec had said more than once that when he settled down, it’d be to make a good alliance for his family. Keep all that lovely money in the right bloodlines.

No, she was nothing like the woman he would eventually fall in love with.

Not that logic stopped her from wishing for the impossible every now and then.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“All right.” Caleb straightened from the bar. “Why don’t I go ask him these questions and see what he thinks?”

Her fingers sank into his arm before he could move.

“Don’t.”

The movement had been a mistake. An admission. A certainty filled his expression that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

She shook her head, knowing she was steering toward a cliff. “What do you want?” What would buy his silence?

“I want many things,” he said, swirling the liquor in his glass. “Chief among them is you.”

“It’s just because you love the chase,” she said, rolling her eyes. “We’d never work.”

“Maybe,” he replied with a shrug. “But it’d be fun to try.”

“I’m not sleeping with you in order to keep your mouth shut.”

“I don’t remember asking you to.”

She resisted the urge to stamp her foot. “Then what are you asking?”

“I’m going to make you a bet,” he said, his eyes capturing hers. “Give me one month.”

“To do what?”

“Make you fall in love with me.”

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Bad News by Lilly James

cover-2Bad News by Lilly James
Series: standalone
Genre: contemporary romance
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There is no wrong or right way to deal with a death. Or to grieve in a way that is expected. The loss of a loved one can hit you in ways you could never imagine. At least, it did to Hunter Holland.

College Junior Hunter knows he messes up; he knows he hates his life; he also knows he blames his father for his mother’s death. What he doesn’t know is that his life is about to change–all thanks to Louisa Dawson.

Louisa, the freshman, is sweet. Shy. Innocent. She doesn’t care for boys, but rather books. Hunter is crazy, a player, and as cocky as they come. The college ‘bad news’ is everything she wants to stay away from, yet he is everything she is drawn to.

Focused on her studies, Louisa doesn’t have time for Hunter who is both distracting and disruptive, but Louisa is the breath of fresh air Hunter needs. She is the only girl he is willing to work for. She is also the only girl that understands why Hunter is living the life he is.

Louisa is determined to prove to Hunter that living in a tormented past is never going to guarantee a happy future.

They say opposites attract… maybe they do.

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Hunter

She’s beautiful, abso-fucking-lutely beautiful. I watch her sleep, and gently move her blonde hair from her face so I can see fully. Louisa is timid, too timid to flirt, too shy to admit she wants me in the way I see her looking at me. She’s innocent, petite, and so genuinely kind I don’t think I have ever met anyone like her. I don’t want to corrupt her; I don’t want to disrupt her, but I can’t promise myself that. All I know is that I would never treat her the way I have treated girls in the past. Never gawp at her and refer to her as a piece of ass, a fuck, a pussy I want to wet my dick in. She is the girl I have been waiting to stumble across since the moment my mom gave birth to me. Okay, maybe not that young, but close enough. The only woman I have ever treated like a princess was my mother, and now I want to treat this girl like the fucking next air to the throne. I close my eyes, settling next to her, and I’m falling… 

Bang, bang, bang, bang. 

A noise that makes my head ache wakes me up with a jolt. “The fuck?” I yell, sit up and notice Fallon standing on her bed, banging a spoon against a frying pan. I feel Louisa sit up next to me, but I am evil. Evil I tell you. 

“Unless you plan on making me an omelet with that pan, you better get the fuck outta here, Fallon. What shit you trying to pull?” 

“You,” she points at me with her spoon. “Seem to be in my best friends’ bed, hugging and shit. You’ve made her late for her dinner with her father. I know this is not Louisa’s usual behavior, so you’re the bad influence. Get out.” She points to the door with the spoon. 

“What!” Louisa fly’s out of bed and takes her alarm clock into her hands. “An hour late!” she shrieks. “Crap.” 

I watch her scramble to get her shoes on, and she’s running her fingers through her hair at the same time. I climb from the bed and stretch out my arms. Checking my watch, I catch the time. It’s 6pm. Louisa says she’s an hour late, but earlier she told me she was meeting her dad for lunch. I don’t want to ask her about it right now, though, I can see she’s stressing.

I glance over to Fallon, and she’s staring at me with those hard, black eyes of hers. Then I remember last night, and what she did to Louisa. 

“Some friend you were last night, huh?” 

“It was an accident, asshole.” She jumps down from her bed and points the spoon at me. “At least you found your perfect chance to take Louisa home and snatch her virginity like it was some sort of fucking prize, asshole.” 

She’s grating on my goddamn nerves. “Call me an asshole one more time– wait, what did you just say?” I look over my shoulder and Louisa is standing still, her backpack held in mid-air. Her eyes close, and I hear Fallon whisper ‘shit’ from behind me.

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Sneak Peek: Kept – Camille Lindstrom

cover-1Kept by Camille Lindstrom
Series: standalone
Genre: contemporary romance
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From the surface, Jack’s got it all. A six-figure a year corporate dignitary, he lives comfortably with his family. But beneath the surface, this workaholic financier is trapped in a mediocre marriage, pining for release and zest. He diverts these misgivings to an underbelly world of vice in which he escapes his daily demons, paying for the affections of beautiful women. 

Enter Lara, articulate and cultured, but struggling to find her path. The two begin a sordid affair that takes them across state lines and through countless airports, under the cloak of a tight-knit clandestine world fueled by wealth and control.

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Our work was highly stigmatized and misunderstood. As a result, many of us kept our lucrative income a secret from our families and immediate people in our lives. It has been dubbed as sex work, inherently degrading and an easy way out. Any woman who chose to dance half naked for leering strangers surely had no self-respect or dignity. But I didn’t see it that way. I saw it as the one industry where women made more than men, where manipulation and charm came together to squeeze every last dollar out of some pathetic man paying for someone’s attention. A lot it came down to entertaining fantasies that ultimately would never happen, leaving the guys to go back home and take care of their sorry selves. But they weren’t all pathetic. We had businessmen, young twentysomethings who sat with their arms glued to their sides during their very first lap dance, bachelor parties and lonely men who needed to feel wanted, even desired. These were the easiest ones to make money off of. To me, it was a power rush, a form of mild misandry in lingerie. The men were like sitting ducks. You knew the drill: bat your lashes. Smile. Appear interested in the conversation. Find common ground. Don’t sit any longer than twenty minutes. Close the sale. Onto the next victim.

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Tour (Sneak Peek): Marriage Games – C.D. Reiss

marriage-gamesMarriage Games by C.D. Reiss
Series: Games #1
Genre: contemporary romance
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THIRTY DAYS

That’s all Adam Steinbeck demands of his wife.

Thirty days in a remote cottage, doing everything he demands. After that, he’ll sign her divorce papers and give her complete ownership of their company.

THIRTY DAYS

That’s how long he has to rediscover the man he once was. The Dominant Master he hid when he fell in love with her five years ago.

THIRTY DAYS

She wants the business they built badly enough to go to the cottage for a month. Cut off ties to the world and do his bidding. She can submit to him with her body, but her heart will never yield.

She thinks this is his pathetic attempt to repair their marriage.

She’s wrong.

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“Pull your skirt up.” I said it without acknowledging the possibility that she’d disobey. It felt good to use those words and that tone. To watch her eyes go to the floor.

“Trust me.” I said it so low she was just within range to hear it. “Five minutes. Then we don’t have to fight over the car.”

I stepped back and set my watch with a beep. It wasn’t about the car for her. The Jag was the least of her worries, but it was a tangible justification.

For the downcast eyes. For the way her breathing changed. Maybe every bone in her body was vanilla. Maybe not.

“Quit any time,” I said. “Just say the word.”

She laid her hands on her hips.

Curled her fingers.

Gripped fabric.

Pulled up her skirt.

The tops of her thighs came into view then met at the crotch. I was hard already and made no move to hide it. She noticed and stopped moving the skirt.

“Higher,” I said as if telling her how to center a picture over the couch. Higher was where it had to be. It wasn’t a request.

Up it went, revealing cotton underwear in a pink so pale they were almost white.

“Now what?” she asked.

“How do you feel?”

“Weird, Adam. Really weird.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m standing here with my skirt around my waist? Because you told me to? For a car, no less, which is creepy.”

She was so honest. I ached for her honesty.

“You’re not obeying me for an object. You’re obeying me so I do something. Take an action or don’t.”

“You think that’s not weird?”

“No, I don’t. And we have four minutes.” I stepped forward. Part of her discomfort was in the physical distance between us. I’d stepped away so she didn’t feel threatened, but my gaze was keeping her from relaxing. I kept my eyes on hers. I could smell her perfume and feel the shortness of her breath. “Are you turned on?”

“Sex isn’t going to get me back. I’m sorry—”

“Touch yourself.”

Her initial shock and offense lasted only a second before she pressed her lips together and reached down, shoulders angling, hand thrusting as if checking to make sure her cunt was still there.

We have hundreds of bones in our bodies, and sometimes we won’t acknowledge the preferences of the ones that scare us.

“Are you wet?”

“A little.”

I gripped the edge of the vanity and put my lips near her cheek, millimeters from touching her.

“You don’t love me anymore,” I whispered. “But I could always make you wet, and you always came for me. Like our Italy vacation. In Florence. Coming back from that club, in the little alley. Against the wall. I ripped through your underwear.”

Her breathing got shallow and fast.

“I fucked you in the dark, and when you came, you screamed my name so loud all the lights in the apartments went on.”

“That was good.” She turned her face toward mine.

When her lips nearly touched me, I pulled away just enough. “I said I wouldn’t touch you.”

“I changed my mind.”

I wasn’t fooled. Her arousal was talking. I owned her. She’d do whatever I told her. But I wanted something very simple. I wanted her pleasure. “Take the juice from your cunt and rub it on your clit. Make it wet.”

“Adam.”

“What?”

“What’s come over you?”

“Do it.” I felt her arm move against me. “Rub back and forth. Be consistent. One-two-one-two.”

When I felt that she had it, I stepped back. She stopped. Her knees were bent slightly and her fingers had taken her cunt from the side of the crotch, not the waistband. She never ceased to surprise me.

“One-two-one-two, huntress.”

“Is this your way of getting back at me?”

“One-two-one-two. Let me see you come. You’re so beautiful when you come. You’ve gone this far.”

Her body must have been able to override her mind, because she moved her finger again, closing her eyes. Her cheeks reddened and her knees bent more deeply.

“In Florence. An hour after we got to the hotel. I came so deep in you that night. I fucked you from behind with your leg up on the dresser. I wanted to thrust my whole body inside you. I loved you that much. And I gave up who I was. Last night, at the club, I remembered what I was. I was a man who was obeyed. I dominated women, and they submitted to me. The result was what you’re about to feel. Complete pleasure.”

She let out a long, low groan, leaning on the vanity, twisting. I could have fucked her right then. I could have bent her over the counter and pounded her. But that wasn’t the point. No. Watching her hand move under her clothes because I commanded it. That was the point.

An uh escaped her throat. Years of marriage had taught me that meant she was about to come.

My watch beeped.

“Time’s up,” I said.

Her eyes went wide. Her hand stopped.

“Thank you,” I said. “We’re done. I’ll send you the title to the car. You might want to pull your skirt down, since I can’t lock the door from the outside.”

It was hard to walk away from her panting, bent frame without tasting her cunt or even seeing more of her reaction, but I turned the corner, unlocked the door, and left the bathroom.

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Tour: Lessons in Gravity – Megan Westfield

lessons-in-gravity-coverLessons in Gravity by Megan Westfield
Series: standalone
Genre: contemporary romance, new adult
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All eyes are on Josh Knox…

Fearless. Guarded. Cut-to-perfection. Daredevil rock climber. The best in the world.

This time he’s poised to scale Yosemite’s notoriously treacherous Sorcerer Spire, with Walkabout Media & Productions filming every move.

April Stephens’s dream to be a documentary filmmaker rests on her acing her internship with Walkabout, and that means getting the abrasive Josh to give her more than one-word answers in his interviews.

The problem is, with every step forward professionally, she and Josh are also taking a step forward personally, and after watching her stunt pilot father die in a fiery crash, a guy who risks his life for a living is the last person she should be falling for. Especially because in one month her internship will have them dangling three thousand feet in the air from the side of the Sorcerer. She’ll be filming. He’ll be climbing without a rope.

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She had to make a move. And soon.

She breathed calmness into her jackhammering foot and then hooked the toe of her shoe across a

gumball. Pressing her thigh into the wall, she put her weight on the gumball and stood.

Suddenly, the handhold was in reach. She lunged for it. It wasn’t a good hold. Her hand was

slipping off it. She threw her foot over to a higher gumball, and before she knew it, her foot was

on a solid ledge and her hands gripped a nice, deep pocket.

Down below, Danny, Madigan, Theo, and Ernesto were cheering. She glowed with her

accomplishment. She rocketed up the final section of the route and then sat back in her harness

and Madigan lowered her down. She’d done it! There were high fives and cheers all around

when she reached the ground.

The knot through the front of her harness had tightened in on itself from being lowered.

Her fingers shook with fatigue, and she couldn’t get it to budge. Madigan helped her loosen it.

“Take a rest, and then I’ll teach you how to belay.”

The rock-climbing shoes were pinching like lobster claws, and she couldn’t wait to get

them off. She grabbed her running shoes from the base of the cliff and started toward the rock

pile to put them on.

And there was Josh, sitting on top of the pile. She continued toward the rocks like it was

no big deal. Had he been there the entire time?

He grinned and gave her a high five. She couldn’t help grinning back.

“Hollywood, huh?” he said. “That’s your nickname?”

“Not by choice.”

“I thought you went to UCLA.”

“Yeah. The two are totally different things. Theo likes to pretend he doesn’t know that.”

She pried the climbing shoes off her hot and clammy feet. Worried they smelled, she hurried to

get her running shoes back on.

“How’d you like climbing?” Josh asked.

Their eyes met, and the sensation was a little like falling, only euphoric instead of scary.

“It was really hard,” she said. “But fun.”

“That was a five-eight,” he said. “Not bad for your first climb.”

She looked down and tied her shoes to hide her blush. The rock pile wasn’t very wide,

and she was sitting quite close to Josh. Surprisingly, it felt natural. Preferable. She wouldn’t

mind being around him like this a lot more.

April looked up, and Madigan was watching her with a disapproving look, like she was a

schoolgirl caught doodling a boy’s initials in her notebook.

“Hey, Josh,” Madigan yelled over. “Do you have a second so we can talk

about tomorrow?”

April forced herself not to look at Josh as he got off the rocks. Did Madigan actually need

to talk to Josh, or was he just trying to rescue her from her faux pas—being too familiar with the

talent?

She forced her eyes over to Danny, who was climbing the route she had just finished, but

her mind remained on Josh. Surely he had better things to do than hang around here and watch

mortals scrape their way up the cliff. Was it possible he had known the Walkabout crew was

coming here this afternoon and his being here was not a coincidence?

Mostly, though, she replayed their high five. Unless it was her imagination—or wishful

thinking—Josh had squeezed her hand a smidge longer and tighter than everyone else.

 

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Blog Tour! Sneak Peek & Review: Tonic – Staci Hart

tonicTonic by Staci Hart
Series: standalone
Genre: contemporary romance
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Joel Anderson doesn’t take anything seriously.

Not his relationships, which have been few and far between since his brutal divorce. Not the drama of working in a tattoo parlor, which seems to be around every corner. When things get him down, he smiles and cracks a joke. But he’s not the kind of man you cross, or you’ll find yourself at the wrong end of his fists.

Annika Belousov takes everything seriously.

Like her job as a reality television producer, given that she typically has something to prove. Or her love life, which is defined by a series of requirements — affluent, ambitious, accomplished, to name a few. Definitely her family, who worked their whole lives to afford her every opportunity, a sacrifice she doesn’t take lightly. When she’s tapped to produce a reality show at Joel’s shop, she doesn’t think twice, just goes in for the kill, as if there were any other way.

The second Annika walks into Joel’s shop, he makes it his mission to crack her open, but she’s not having it. He’s all wrong — too crass, too hairy, too un-serious. But it doesn’t take her long to find out there’s more to him than smirks and tattoos. And what she finds could put her career and his heart on the line.

Not that Joel cares. Because for the first time in a long time, he’s found his tonic.

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“Let me see it.”

“What?” I blustered, caught off guard.

“Stand up and turn around. I want to see it.” I was too surprised and caught up in the moment to refuse, so I stood and turned, laying my palms on the armrests as I faced the back of the chair.

One hand rested on my hip.

My heart stopped as I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into.

I glanced over my shoulder, my gaze bouncing between his face —turned down too much to read —and his reflection in the speckled, antique mirror, which I couldn’t see much of either. His free hand moved to the waistband of my tailored pants, and his fingers hooked and tugged, pulling the band down low.

His thumb ran over where I knew the tattoo was, and I felt his breath. Every place where we connected spoke to me of ownership.

“You got this done here? In New York?” His voice was rough.

Mine wasn’t much better. “Yeah. In Brooklyn.”

“Let me cover it up for you. Give you something you’re proud of. Your skin …” He paused, and I wished I could see his face, read his mind. “This shouldn’t be here, not on you. Let me … I want to …” He had moved closer, his hand on my hip pulling me back into him slightly enough for me to not have noticed that the backs of my thighs were touching his, my back arched just enough, his breath hot.

And then, he disappeared. I stood, finding my hands were trembling, wondering where I was and how I’d gotten there. The shop was mostly empty —no one had seen, not that it would have looked like much from the outside. But from where I stood, I felt every single deliberate move like a telegraph, telling me exactly what he wanted to do without him having to finish the sentence.

His back was to me when I turned around, his face down —I couldn’t see it in the mirror over his cabinet of ink and needles as he dug around in the drawers, seemingly for nothing in particular.

“Let me know if you want me to draw something up.”

“Okay, I will.” I paused, not knowing what else to say, feeling like I should say something. But there was nothing that I could say. “Well, have a good night, Joel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded, glancing at me in the mirror. “See you, Annika.”

I tried not to bolt out of the shop, but once outside, I admit it —I took off. I hauled up the stairs and into the office to grab my bag, grateful that Laney was already gone, and I texted my driver, asking him to pick me up a few blocks away so I could walk, put some distance between me and Joel, get the energy out of my body, through my legs and feet, into the pavement.

Review

Heat: ★★★★
Rating: ★★★

I then decided two things. One: My new mission in life was to make her laugh. Two: I’d crack her open if it was the last thing I did.

I struggled a little with this one. My main issue is that I felt it was quite a predictable read, and it took me a while to actually get into it. I wasn’t so keen on the minor mafia links, and some of the familial subplots dragged a bit for me. I’m also not a fan of the insta-love that was on the edge of happening from the very first couple of pages.

I had a feeling once I got a taste, I wouldn’t be able to get her out of my system for a long, long time.

That’s not to say it wasn’t a decent book – the chemistry and sex scenes were absolutely scorching, and I thought Hart’s characterisation of Annika and Joel was brilliant – they were largely complex characters and worked extraordinarily well together. I just couldn’t help but feel that the story I wanted to read was the destructive, explosive prequel of Joel and Liz.

Three steps and I was in his arms. Two heartbeats and I looked him into his eyes. One breath and I kissed him.

Slow and predictable, this wasn’t one of my top books by Hart, especially as I absolutely loved Wasted Words. It had its good moments, but I was expecting something a little funnier whilst wanting something a bit more emotional.