Monday, 31 August 2015

Release blitz & 4* review - Unblocked Collection by Marni Mann

Unblocked Collection Blurb: 
Bestselling author, Marni Mann, brings readers, the Unblocked Collection. These steamy novellas take you on an erotic journey with Derek Block and Frankie Jordan as they navigate secrets, professional boundaries, and a connection they cannot seem to avoid.

One taste was all it took...
Derek Block seeks revenge. 
Frankie Jordan seeks professional dominance. 
He wants hershe wants him. 
Lines that can't cross begin to blur. 

Derek Block demands more. 
Frankie Jordan wants to run. 
Pleasure complicates business. 
But some passion is just too hard to resist. 
Things are getting hotter as real estate gets real…

Derek Block confronts his past. 
Frankie Jordan's past pursues her. 
Secrets threaten to keep them apart. 
They want to let go of each other, but can’t. 
Their passion is too hot to resist. 
Things are scorching as real estate gets real… 

Derek Block is ready to fight. 
Frankie Jordan must make a decision. 
Their pasts are demanding attention. 
Confessing the truth may not be enough. 
But can their intense passion sustain them? 

Derek Block needs to protect those he cares about.
Frankie Jordan fears the loss of those she loves.
Darkness drives them.
But could it drive them apart?
This is Episode Five, the final Episode in the Timber Towers Series.


Unblocked was originally released as a series of five separate books, now all five parts have been put together in this complete collection. I found the first part to be a bit slow, but from part two onwards things really start to pick up. Frankie and Derek's story has many layers to it, there is so much going on here. Revenge, suspense, secrets and an intensely passionate connection will keep you turning the pages right until the end. 

Derek Block is a great character, a true alpha male who is as sexy as hell. Frankie is a good match for Derek, she's a strong, feisty woman who works hard to succeed. The chemistry between them is scorching hot, they are so good together. But their relationship isn't straight forward, they have lots of obstacles to overcome. It's an emotional roller coaster that had me in tears at times, the story touched my heart. The heat level in this book is off the charts, it really is a sexy read.

Overall I really enjoyed this series, the storyline is interesting and the main characters are engaging. I found the author's writing style to be easy to read, and the story flowed well. Unblocked Collection receives four out of five stars.

I received a copy of this book in exchange for a honest review.

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Sunday, 30 August 2015

Book review - Disconnect by Phoenyx Slaughter (erotic MC romance)4/5stars

Disconnect by Phoenyx Slaughter
Erotic MC romance with Daddy Dom/little girl BDSM elements 
4/5 stars 



Love and hate aren’t that far apart. Once I loved Logan.

Now he’s kidnapped me, and he's determined to tell me secrets I don’t want to know.


Once I get my baby girl back, Logan’s going to ground. I just have to find the disloyal bastard first.

Then it's time to admit to myself that what Karina and I have is more than sex.

What secrets is Logan hiding? Why does he risk his life to abduct an ex-girlfriend from Dante, the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Iron Bulls MC? Who's telling the truth? Who's lying?

Who can Karina Trust?

In Disconnect, the second book in the thrilling Iron Bulls Motorcycle Club series, shocking secrets are exposed. Lives are forever changed.

Can the passionate bond of two fucked-up people survive the whirlwind trying to tear them apart?

Book #2 in the Iron Bulls MC series. Probably should not be read as a stand-alone.

HFN ending with a mild cliffhanger.

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I've been waiting for the follow up to Asunder for a few months and Phoenyx Slaughter didn't disappoint with this fabulously filthy sequel. Karina and Dante's story continues in Disconnect, and you'll be pleased to hear that it is just as sexy and dirty as the first book. Asunder ended on a huge cliffhanger and Disconnect picks up right where it left off. The book is full of suspense, secrets,  excitement, hot bikers and of course lots of kinky sex. There is also more emotion in this book as the bond between Karina and Dante grows stronger.

Dante is fabulous - I do love a rough, dirty talking biker and you can't get much dirtier than Dante. Karina is a lot younger than Dante, but she has been forced to grow up quickly. The big age gap and the Daddy Dom/little girl elements of the book won't be to everyone's tastes, but I really enjoy Karina and Dante's unique relationship. This relationship is really put to the test in this book with Dante desperate to rescue Karina from Logan after he kidnapped her and secrets are revealed that could break the unlikely couple apart.

There is another cliffhanger ending, but it's not as dramatic as the previous one. It has still left me wanting the next book right now though! Karina and Dante are a great couple and I look forward to finding out what comes next for them. Disconnect receives four out of five stars.

I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for a honest review.

Release blitz - Something Else by Nia Farrell

Out Now! Something Else by Nia Farrell


Grace Murphy is the local psychic medium who dreams of her soulmates –Nico White, a bisexual American Indian musician, and J.T. Santiago, an ex-Navy SEAL and former cage fighter with PTSD on top of the guilt that he’s still carrying from other lifetimes that theyve shared.  J.T. is a dominant, but he’s never had a male submissive and Grace and Nico are a package deal.  It’s a learning curve for all of them, with J.T.’s initiation into MMF and MM relations and Grace’s introduction to BDSM.  With Grace’s yin, J.T’s yang, and Nico’s center balance, the three of them come together as far as J.T.’s PTSD will allow, but forging a future means healing the past, however painful it might be, in an interracial paranormal MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance.



With the appearance of him, I feel the shift in my own energy, like he’s a generator crystal that’s amplified every sense, common or otherwise. My zipped perceptions are razor sharp, dead on accurate, and delivered with lightning speed. When half hour readings go to twenty minutes, I start giving discounts and the line never ends, not until the ten minute warning that the fair doors will be closing soon. 
At five p.m., one of the New Age shop assistants starts walking the aisles, clearing the crowd and the room’s energy with a ringing pair of Tibetan tingshas. I smile my thanks when she manages to herd the last hopeful from my queue. Smile bigger yet when I see that my Latino angel has returned. 
“Hi,” I say, sounding rather shy for someone who’s had no problem all day, delving deep into other people’s lives and issues. 
His lips tuck upward, and he nods his head toward the back of the room. “I promised my cousin I’d help her. Lena says it’ll take an hour.” 
Lena. Pretty face, rocking body, bedroom hair, tats. Amazing silver jewelry and unique leather goods. “I like her.” Actually, I envy her. I have gifts, but Lena has the skills to make her visions a reality. It’s what sets her stuff apart. 
“She’s got to get home. Sick kid,” he explains. “Daddy’s challenged enough when Ariana’s a healthy two-year-old. I’ll be free once Lena’s on the road. Will you be around? I can meet you somewhere. We could grab a bite to eat. Talk. If not tonight, then later.” 
Déjà vu. Six months ago, I’d said nearly the same things to Nico. 
I suggest O’Toole’s, two blocks east. “Do you know it?” 
He nods grudgingly, clearly not a fan of the Irish pub. Sensitive to his inner turmoil, I offer an alternative. “Or Jerry’s?” It’s a local bar and grill, edgier than sports and just shy of biker bar. 
God, his smile. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. 
“Jerry’s,” he says. “In an hour or so.” 
I’m still processing when Nico comes to check on me. He’s moved our vending van and already has his stuff loaded, and I’ve done almost squat. 
“Hey.” He touches me, sliding his darker fingers up my ivory arms until they reach my elbows. When his thumbs start rubbing circles in the bend of each arm, my root chakra kicks into overdrive, and my fucking knees grow weak. 
“He’s here,” I whisper, damn close to trembling. “He’s meeting us at Jerry’s after six. Help me pack so we can go get a table.” 
That time of night, on a Saturday, there’s usually a line out the door one or two blocks long. I know I have spiritual helping hands at work when we get there and are seated at a booth in the quieter back with only a fifteen minute wait. 
I’ve said nothing more to Nico about Lena’s cousin. It occurs to me that I never asked and he never offered his name. We’ll all know each other soon enough, and way beyond a first-name basis. 
Just thinking about what’s coming makes my panties wet enough to stick my dress to the worn wooden bench beneath me. 
Our waitress, Cherry, slides coasters on the table and sets down our drinks, a bottle of pseudo beer for Nico and a glass of orange juice for me. I don’t want anything, either brewed from nature or crafted in a chemistry lab, to dull my senses tonight. No alcohol. No soda. Juice and water it is. 
A menu sits to my right, waiting for him to show. Across from me, Nico scans both sides of the laminated page and sets it down, his decision already made. I take longer, wrestling with my baser meat-loving self when I know I should shun it, but really, where’s the fun in that? I turned vegan once in high school. It lasted all of two weeks, but I stayed quasi-vegetarian for three years. Dairy, eggs, and seafood gave me the protein I craved, but it took cutting out the warm blooded meat to raise my vibration and get it to where I needed it to be. Because that’s when the dreams started. Visions of the past lives we’ve shared. Memories of the three of us. 
Poised on the brink of our next go-round, I have to wonder why we keep coming back like this, like frigging musketeers. Is it because we’re stronger together, or dysfunctional apart? Jesus, I’d like to think I don’t need them, but I know how much more, how much stronger I am since meeting Nico. My body thrums to think of what it will be like to have both of them with me. 
In me. 


Nia Farrell has been writing for pleasure since junior high.  Now that she writes about pleasure, she can share the fantasy worlds she visits and introduce readers to characters who remain with her long after their tales are told.

When crafting a story, Nia draws upon a rich diversity of life experiences, which include singer/songwriter, prize winning needle artist, private pilot, Reiki Master/Teacher, crystal healer, psychic fair reader, jewelry maker, physician’s assistant, factory worker, waitress, genealogist, period reenactor, and children’s author.  If this life isn’t enough, there are plenty of others to choose from.  Otherwise, she devotes hours of research to subjects outside her realm, determined that her stories ring true.

Nia lives on a farm in Southern Illinois (far, far from Chicago, in the heart of “Little Egypt”).  A seventh generation Illinoisan, she is descended from Mayflower Pilgrims, American soldiers from the Revolutionary War to World War II, and Scottish nobility.  She enjoys playing in the past and visits Ren fairs and historical reenactments in period attire, sharing her love of history and her passion for music.  While her husband and two grown daughters may only read her nonfiction work, she appreciates their support in pursuing her dreams, one of which is being published in erotic romance.  

Author page at Dark Hollows Press:!nia-farrell/c1mop

Saturday, 29 August 2015

Book blitz - The Lost by Cole McCade

The Lost by Cole McCade

Date of Publication: August 25, 2015


She's known it her whole life. She knows it every time she spreads her legs. Every time she begs for the pain, the pleasure, the heat of a hard man driving deep inside. She's a slave to her own twisted lusts--and it's eating her alive. She loves it. She craves it. Sex is her drug, and she's always chasing her next fix. But nothing can satisfy her addiction, not even the nameless men she uses and tosses aside. No one's ever given her what she truly needs.
Until Gabriel Hart.
Cold. Controlled. Impenetrable. Ex-Marine Gabriel Hart isn't the kind of man to come running when Leigh crooks her pretty little finger. She loathes him. She hungers for him. He's the only one who understands how broken she is, and just what it takes to satisfy the emptiness inside. But Gabriel won't settle for just one night. He wants to claim her, keep her, make her forever his. Together they are the lost, the ruined, the darkness at the heart of Crow City.
But Leigh has a darkness of her own. A predator stalking through her past--one she'll do anything to escape.
Even if it means running from the one man who could love her...and leaving behind something more precious to her than life itself.

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About Cole McCade

Corporate consultant by day, contemporary romance author by night.
Mid-thirties. Coffee addict. Cat lover. Bibliophile. Technophile. Definite sapiophile. Native Southerner. Runner. Country boy turned city suit. Shameless collector of guitar picks, vinyl records, and incense holders. Aficionado of late-night conversations over live music in seedy bars. Browncoat with a secret crush on Kaylee Frye.
Fascinated by human sociology, and particularly by the psychology of sex and gender – and their effect on relationship expectations, the culture of dating, and what it means to fall in love.
Non-smoker. The picture's just a stock photo. A rather broody, dark one for someone who isn't all that broody or dark, but sometimes forgets to smile even when he means to.

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Note: This book contains material that may be triggering for some readers
"State your name."
Cold, clipped words, blending into the noise of the police station. Leigh lifted her head from a fixed study of her clenched fingers. Colors whirled around her in a lurid carnival nightmare, too bright, too blurry. On a bench on the far side of the room, a wasted and broken scarecrow woman picked at a scab on her wrist with a certain habitual listlessness, oozing diseased red-brown blood over liver spots. Her tendons were rails under her skin, and the dull gleam of cuffs chained her to the bench. She raised her head and stared at Leigh with yellowed eyes that captured her with a sort of empty, terrifying promise.
Across the desk a policewoman waited, with that compassionate impatience only a half-step from pity and shoulder-to-shoulder with disgust. Her flat blue eyes said she'd been trained to care, but couldn't be bothered anymore. Leigh swallowed and tugged her hoodie close against the tinny air-conditioned chill. Her mouth had dried to a tacky, sticky mess, gummy pills of lipstick beading on her lips, and her tongue was a bloated and useless organ, this swollen pink thing pushing pointlessly against her teeth.
"Leigh," she ground out. "Clarissa Leigh…" Her married name scratched sandpaper syllables against her throat. "…van Zandt."
"And Miss van Zandt, do you know why you're here?"
She nodded, her neck a creaking wooden puppet-hinge. "I do."
"Your family's been worried about you."
"I know."
She knew what she should do here. Bow her head in shame and contrition, maybe even sniffle. But she looked for the emotions and they weren't there; just scraps and tatters, clinging to the empty place where they belonged. She had no feeling left, hollowed out and lost and wondering how she'd ended up here. This didn't feel real. Instead it was a dream where everyone leered in fisheye close-up, their smiles all teeth and stretched red lips and manic glee. She wanted to run, but somehow she'd gone too numb to do anything but sit here surrounded by the stink of fear-sweat, stale beer, and that particular police-station smell of urine soaked into concrete for decades on end.
"What happened to you?" the officer asked. Leigh didn't answer, and the officer's pen tapped against the forms on her desk, rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat, Morse code for I'd rather be anywhere but here with this spoiled little runaway princess. "It's been four years. You were declared legally dead."
"That's all right." She closed her eyes with a laugh that ripped her guts up into her mouth, and buried her face in her hands. Dead. Dead.
Yeah, that was about right.
"Miss van Zandt?"
Stop calling me that.
"Miss van Zandt. I need you to focus on my voice."
Stop calling me that!
Leigh took a measured breath and opened her eyes. Her shoulders squared. The bolts on the back of the hard, ass-biting chair dug into her shoulder blades. "I am focused. I can hear you just fine."
"Eyes are dilated." The officer—her nametag read Maroni, could there be a more clichéd name for a Crow City cop—leaned across the desk, peering at her face. Then she beckoned to the aide hovering over them like a mannequin. "I've seen this too many times. Drugs and prostitution." She talked about Leigh like she wasn't even there. "We'll have to clean her up before her husband gets here."
"I'm not on drugs. I've never been on drugs."
Maroni's pen-clicking stopped. Her disbelief was a heavy thing, push-push-pushing until Leigh nearly laughed.
"You're not on drugs."
"Then what happened?"
There it was. The first hint of exasperation. Of frustration, stitched into knitted brows and the purse of lips in just the right shade of I can't be a woman, I'm a cop mauve. Because like anyone normal, anyone who wasn't fucking broken to pieces and liked being that way, Maroni needed to make sense of this. Needed to quantify it in a world where the rules worked as normal and everyone wanted to chase that dream of happiness that wasn't anything but desperation painted over of a frantic tally of things. Things of plastic, things with value created by people whose upper lips curled when they looked down at little girls like Leigh, and demanded she account for herself in sane, rational ways that made proper sense.
Sorry, Officer Maroni.
I'm not the kind of thing that makes much sense.
Maroni pushed a harsh sound through her teeth. "You had a job, a husband, a newborn son. You had a life other people would kill for, and we find you here on the streets. Were you pressured? Kidnapped?"
"No. None of that." Leigh shook her head.
"You'll have to explain, then."
"I left." She trailed off, lips parted; no words came for long seconds, until she managed, "I…I was afraid."
"Of what?" Maroni tried to catch her eye, but Leigh looked down at her hands, at her chipped pink fingernails dipped in the sparkles of shooting stars. "Miss van Zandt. If someone was hurting you, you need to tell us now so we can take appropriate steps to protect you."
"No. No one hurt me. Not like that."
"I'm afraid you'll need to be more clear. What were you afraid of?"
She struggled for an answer. Struggled for something this woman would accept, something that would make her sigh with sympathy and pity and relieved disdain that said there, but for the Grace of God…
But again, she found nothing. Nothing but the truth, and Leigh shrugged as she looked up at the policewoman and wondered if she had daughters who might one day be like Leigh, daughters who would cut stark red lines of fingernails in the walls of flesh that caged her in the shape of pop culture's perfect woman.
"Of the inevitable monotony of it all," she said.
And smiled.
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Friday, 28 August 2015

Cover reveal - Blindsight by Adriane Leigh


Title: Blindsight
Author: Adriane Leigh
Release Date: September 30, 2015
Genre: Erotic Romance - first in series


{blind·sight: the ability to see without knowing it} Sometimes a single touch is all it takes to spark a wild fire. Erin Warner learned that the day she bumped into the dashing, tattooed stranger on a busy Chicago street corner. She’s captivated from the moment his mystifying green eyes find hers, and it isn’t long before she finds herself flying to exotic locales to assist him, the award-winning erotic photographer Hunter Ellis, on location. What she didn’t bargain for was the way he makes her blood bubble and churn with lust and thinly veiled promises of unfathomable erotic pleasure. But there is more to Hunter than meets the eye, including the intricately etched tattoos decorating his chest that disguise horrific scars from a past he refuses to revisit. As she peels away the layers of his story Erin realizes that what she thought was true, never really was at all, for both of them. Now she can only hope that blind adoration for the dashing stranger didn’t sign her death warrant. The first in a thrilling new erotic series intended for mature audiences.   

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About the Author


USA Today Bestselling Author Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snow bank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore. She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer. Adriane is married to a tall, dark and handsome guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a voracious reader and knitter.  
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Thursday, 27 August 2015

Release blitz & giveaway - The Decadence After Dark series by M Never


Title: The Decadence After Dark Series Box Set

Series: Decadence After Dark #1-3
Author: M. Never
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 27, 2015


Three dark erotic tales under one sinful cover...

Get Owned, Claimed, and Ruined with The Decadence After Dark Series.

One hundred and eighty thousand words of Pulse-Pounding heat, raw passion and insatiable love!
Owned (Book One in The Decadence After Dark Series)

"I like you collared, baby. I like you naked, I like you mine.”

Ellie Stevens has lusted over Kayne Roberts since he first walked into the import/export company she works for a little over a year ago. As Expo’s most important client, Ellie has always kept a safe distance from the man with the majestic blue eyes - until temptation finally gets the better of her. Impulsively, Ellie invites Kayne to one of Expo's infamous company parties her flamboyant boss is notorious for throwing. Unbeknownst to Ellie, the god in the Armani suit isn’t just the suave entrepreneur he portrays himself to be. Underneath the professional exterior is a man with a secret life, dark desires, and nefarious contacts.

In a hidden corner of a trendy New York City lounge, the spark kindling between the two of them ignites. Unable to resist the sinful attraction, Ellie agrees to leave with Kayne, believing she is finally bedding the man of her dreams. Little does she know when she walks out the door, she’s about to be Owned.
Claimed (Book Two in the Decadence After Dark Series)

With one look he consumed me.
With one touch he marked me.
With one kiss he owned me.
With one whisper he claimed me.

"No matter where you go or who you're with, you'll always be mine."

Ellie Stevens thought she had moved on from the domineering man who abducted her. Now living in Hawaii and following her dreams, no one is going to keep her down. But things aren't always as they seem.

Kayne Rivers reluctantly let Ellie go, but just because she's gone now, doesn't mean she'll be gone forever. She is his, and he won't stop until he's reclaimed her as his own.
Ruined (A Decadence After Dark Novella)

Kayne Roberts.
Kayne Rivers.
Kayne Stevens.

No matter his name, one fact remains the same. He's the man who enslaved me, ensnared me, claimed me and ruined me...For all other men that is.

My life.
My love
My happiness.
All belong to him.
I belong to no one but him.

He owns me.
And I own him.
**Owned, Claimed, and Ruined are dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. These books have intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised**





M. Never Resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant

She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.

She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers.


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Cover reveal - F#ck Forbidden by Ava Jackson

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Title: F#ck Forbidden (Boxed Set)
Author: Ava Jackson
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2015
The filthiest boxed set you'll read all year!
If you can't handle two dominant brothers who want to introduce you to their filthy mouths and huge cocks, this isn't the book for you. Carry on. STEPBROTHER MASTER Three months. Three months trapped on a ranch in remote Montana with my mom’s latest husband … and his dark, brooding son. I shouldn’t care that my new stepbrother’s talent with ropes goes beyond lassoing stray cattle. I shouldn’t care that his every look says he wants me … but he’s going to fight it to the bitter end. I shouldn’t care that as the summer rolls on, my fascination overwhelms my better judgment and now I’m dying to call my stepbrother … Master. HIS PLAYTHING An ass you could bounce a quarter off of. That’s the sight that greets me of my new roommate as he f*cks a blonde on the kitchen table. That’s right before I get an eyeful of his giant cock. Cue wet panties. Oh, and did I mention he’s a Navy SEAL? One semester. That’s as long as I have to last—and then I’m gone, graduated, off into the real world. But can I survive that long without becoming … his plaything?
Loud female moans immediately struck my ears. My face flushed slightly. Had he left a porno playing or something? I'd probably have to get used to that kind of thing, if I was going to live with a dude. The moans grew louder—and sounded more real. Was there a real live woman here? Oh, shit, what if I had the wrong address? I crept further into the apartment … and finally saw my new stepbrother.
Naked as a jaybird. Fucking the daylights out of a blonde on the dining-room table.
I almost screamed and instead made a choked gasp. Nixon's head turned at the noise. Our eyes locked. I expected him to yell or freak out, maybe even laugh. But he just looked mildly surprised. Like I'd interrupted him while he was deep in a good book instead of a human being.
He pulled out and turned to face me. His partner sat up to see what the hell was going on. She looked like a Barbie doll, with large, fake breasts and a long bleach-blonde mane. Her heavily made-up eyes widened at the sight of me. But my eyes had zeroed in on Nixon's crotch—on his long, thick, throbbing erection, barely contained by the slick latex stretched tight around it.
“Hi, sis,” he said casually.
Just those two words. What the hell? My brain was exploding and my stomach was imploding and all he could say was hi, sis?A strangled squeak escaped me, and I fled down the hall like a terrified rabbit. Somehow I managed to hold onto my suitcases instead of flinging them at his face.
By sheer dumb luck, I found the empty guest room and slammed the door behind me. My face was on fire. I had acted disgusted with him, and for the most part, I was. But on another level—something more primal, clawing up from the pit of my belly—everything I'd witnessed was burned into my mind.
I couldn't stop replaying the scene I'd stumbled into. How could something so huge even fit inside someone? The only guy I'd ever slept with hadn't been nearly Nixon's size. But that woman's moans had been so loud, and Nixon's cock had glistened with her wetness when he turned to face me. She must have felt good. Amazing, even. His taut ass had clenched hard with the sheer force of his thrusts. With a cock like that, you'd think he'd barely have to move to make a woman come.
About Ava Jackson
Ava enjoys naughty things. She’s drawn to the forbidden and taboo, and writes kink that makes you think. Raised in Idaho, Ava now lives on the East Coast with her husband, and two dogs.
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Blog tour, giveaway & 4* review - Starting Over by Erin Cristofoli

Title: Starting Over
Author: Erin Cristofoli
Genre: Erotic/Contemp Romance
Published: August 21, 2015 

"You Can Call me Sir"
Left with no option but to leave the only life she has ever known, Katherine White has packed up and moved almost three thousand kilometres for a chance at a new start, with a new job, in a new city. 

When her best friend drags her to a masquerade party on only her second night in town, Kate has a chance encounter with a mysterious masked man that dominates her, pushes her limits and leaves her craving more. He tells her that there is no long-term in their future, but he wants to continue to explore their sexual chemistry. The only trouble is, he wants their identities to remain a mystery. 

Benjamin Hyde has been burned by love and has vowed to never let another woman stomp on his heart. His days are filled with successful business ventures and his nights with one night stands at the club. 

After reluctantly being dragged to a masquerade party by his best friend, Ben is surprised to find a girl that captivates him and he doesn’t hesitate to take control. 
When Ben’s new assistant, Kate arrives on Monday morning, a glimpse of a tattoo on the back of her neck throws a wrench into his perfectly sorted world. Could Kate really be the woman that Ben had hooked up with?

Ben wants to pursue Kate, but she is adamant not to mix business with pleasure. 
Normally Ben would agree, except when it comes to Kate.

"I don’t think I can even express how well written this book was!! I loved the characters and I loved the stories everything fell together so nicely!! i don’t want to give too much away since I’m the first review, but I will say, you need to buy this book and read it ASAP!" ~ Alpha Book Club

"Please don’t think that that’s all this story is there are more twists, turns and complications to this than just Ben and Kate’s chance encounter, go get your copy and see what really lies in store for these two you wont be disappointed." ~ Amazon Reviewer

"Overall, this is a very sweet, feel good romantic story about learning to trust and love again. Ben and Kate are so good for each other. I think that Erin has a good future in the indie world, and look forward to her next book - which I hope will be about Jen, because she seems like a wild card!" ~ Goodreads Reviewer

Starting Over is sweet romance with a good helping of deliciously kinky sex. I was surprised to find out that this was a debut novel as it felt like it was penned by an experienced author. This is a story of two people who have been hurt and let down in the past. They are learning how to trust again so that they can move forward in their lives.
Kate and Ben meet each other at a masquerade ball, and despite the fact that they're both wearing masks, the attraction is instant. Kate moved to a new city after being hurt by a man as well as her family, and was pleased to quickly get a new job with a handsome, sexy boss. After being betrayed by an ex, Ben has vowed never to be in a relationship again, but his thoughts start to change when he gets to know his new secretary. Kate is determined not to get involved with her boss - can Ben change her mind?
This a great story with two characters that I really cared about. We get to know Ben and Kate well and experience the ups and downs of their relationship with them. This is a nice, easy read that is ideal to relax with after a busy day. There are some fabulous sex scenes, including some involving BDSM - and these are smokin' hot! Overall I really enjoyed this book so it gets four out of five stars.

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Letting out a yelp, I closed my eyes and tried to prepare myself for the fall, but nothing happened. Instead, I peeked through squinted eyes to find myself plastered to the chest I had run into, feeling a strong arm wrapped around my waist. My hands were splayed across the man’s pec, and I couldn’t help but flex my fingers slightly, feeling the muscle beneath the shirt. Wow.
 “Are you all right?” a rich, gravelly voice above me asked. I blinked and realized just how close I was to the perfect stranger, and tried to add some distance, but his hand remained firmly on my hip.
 “Yes, thanks to you… just a little unsteady.” I looked up and found myself stunned, looking into the eyes of the man who had been watching me dance.


Erin was born and raised in Ontario, Canada, where she resides with her husband and two kids. She is a stay-at-home mom and has long dreamed of having a published book of her own. Starting Over is her debut romance novel. When she isn’t writing, Erin​ has a love of most forms of art - painting, photography and crocheting.