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ARC Review: Beneath These Scars by Meghan March

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Beneath These Scars by Meghan March

Date of Publication: September 22, 2015


I’m the guy you love to hate.

In every story in my life, I seem to end up playing the villain—and I’ve got the scars to prove it.

That role works fine for me, because I’m sure as hell not anyone’s hero. I run my life and my empire with an iron fist—until she knocks my tightly controlled world off its axis.

She’s nobody’s damsel in distress, but I can’t help but want to save her anyway.

I guess we’re about to find out if there’s a hero buried … beneath these scars.

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About Meghan March

Meghan March is the author of contemporary and erotic romance novels.

Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at

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Chapter 1


SWEAT DRIPPED INTO MY EYES as I bounced on the balls of my feet. Someone had to be calling out how much time was left in this round soon. My pride was on the line, and there was no way I would hand it over to Con Leahy. He’d already gotten the girl, and I wasn’t about to let him humiliate me in the ring in this piece-of-shit New Orleans gym too.

My muscles burned, but that was nothing compared to the heat of victory—or the sting of defeat. What had started out as a boxing lesson had quickly transformed into an all-out brawl for dominance and respect.

Only you would pay a million dollars to get your ass kicked, Titan. The voice in my head mocked me as I bobbed and weaved. But I hadn’t paid a million to get my ass kicked. I’d done it because that night at the charity auction I’d been drunk, pissed off, and determined to prove a point—he might’ve gotten the girl, but I was still the one with the power. I got a sick sense of satisfaction that every time Con bought something for his gym and these kids, he had to think of me.

I swung with another right hook. The blow connected with Con’s jaw and snapped his head to the side.

Yeah. That’s right. But my mental cheer came a moment too soon, and pain exploded in my left side.

Shit, that’s going to hurt tomorrow.

I stumbled back but threw myself forward again, shooting out my fist with an uppercut that knocked Con back a step. This was how it had gone for the last several minutes—trading punches and circling each other.

There was no love lost in this ring, that was for damn sure, and I was ready for this to be over. I would walk out of here with every bit of the respect I was owed. Fuck anyone who thought otherwise.

Con moved toward me and the circling started again. The cheers and chants from the crowd surrounding the ring in the old warehouse gym seemed to grow every time I glanced beyond the ropes. A flash of blond hair caught my eye as I stepped left and Con shifted to the right.


She threw her head back and laughed at something said by her redheaded friend, Elle. I turned my attention back to the man in front of me, but my focus wandered again when a huskier, sexier laugh echoed through the room.

My eyes strayed from Con for a second too long as I tried to track down the source of the laughter. Pain burst through my jaw, catching me by surprise, and I stumbled back into the ropes. Using their momentum, I shoved off to the side, my pride stinging from my momentary lapse in concentration. Embarrassed and now thoroughly pissed off, I surged forward and attacked.

One punch. That was all I landed before the bell rang, signaling the end of the round and my very expensive “lesson.”

I pushed off Con, and my knee might have slipped as I stepped back . . . and caught him directly in the balls. It was probably an accident. I huffed out a chuckle, but Con didn’t share my humor.

“Goddamn it!” he roared. “Are you fucking serious?”

It was like stabbing a bull with a matador’s sword, but I was ready for him. I jumped out of the way as Con charged, and shifted into a defensive stance when he swung.

“Should’ve expected a cheap shot from you, motherfucker.” Unrestrained anger flashed over his face as every shred of coaching mentality fled, along with that smug superiority he’d been giving me.

Good. You aren’t better than me, Leahy. I could buy and sell you a hundred times over.

He might’ve gotten the girl, but I wasn’t going to let him get away with her clean. I wanted blood.

“Should’ve expected you to strut around this ring like a fucking cock of the walk,” I shot back.

Con feinted and swung again, but I’d been studying his movements. I bobbed and weaved, and got the hell out of the way.

I threw my own punch as soon as I had a clean shot. It landed just below Con’s left eye, splitting the skin over his cheekbone and sending blood spattering everywhere.

The taste of victory was sweet. “First blood,” I said under my breath.

Apparently my words weren’t quiet enough because Con’s head snapped up and he glared at me with disgust, as if I needed to be put down like a rabid animal. “This ain’t a fuckin’ duel, you piece of shit.”

“It sure isn’t a friendly competition either.”

“Paid a million to get that cheap shot in, didn’t you?”

My lips twisted into a mocking smile. “I sure didn’t pay a million to have you show me up.”

Con dropped his hands and shook his head. “Just when I thought you weren’t a complete fucking asshole.”

“You were wrong,” I replied, turning for the ropes.

Con’s fists lifted and before I could react, one connected with my cheekbone. The instantaneous gush of blood told me I’d have a scar to match his, but it didn’t matter. One more scar wouldn’t hurt my banged-up face.

I roared as I charged, but I didn’t get the chance to retaliate. Shouts filled the room, and beefy arms wrapped around my body, holding me back.

“You’re not half bad when you’re not being a shady rich prick,” Lord’s voice said in my ear.

I lunged toward Con, but Lord’s grip only tightened. “Get your goddamn hands off me,” I growled at him.

Leaning closer to my ear, he lowered his voice. “When you calm the hell down and realize you’re making an ass of yourself in front of a bunch of kids and women.”

I glanced out to the crowd and read disgust on so many faces, including Vanessa’s. Like it mattered what a single goddamn person in this gym thought of me. I could buy and sell them all.

Lord was still holding me back when Con came toward us. He yanked his gloves off and wiped at the blood still dripping from the gash on his face.

“You’re also not half bad when you’re paying attention—and when you’re not throwing a knee into my nuts. But I think you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

I jerked at the arms trapping me. “Call off your dog, and I’m gone.”

“You ever want another round, it’s gonna cost you two million next time,” Con said.

“For another chance to make you bleed? I’d pay even more.”

Con nodded to his brother, and Lord let me go. The crowd had already started to disperse. The only person in the building who probably didn’t want to run me down in the parking lot was my COO, and arguably my friend, Ryder Colson. And he was nowhere to be seen.

Instead of Colson, I saw a group of women moving toward the door—Vanessa Frost in her white cotton dress, Elle Snyder in her yellow retro number, and two others I didn’t know. One looked familiar with tanned skin the color of honey, her hair in dark waves, and a curvy body displayed by a funky teal dress with hot-pink polka dots. She hooked her hands on her hips, and that husky laugh echoed through the room again. Apparently she was the one who had distracted me in the ring. My eyes didn’t move from her to take in the fourth woman.

Colson came up beside me. “Who knew there’d be so many hot pieces of ass in this shit warehouse?”

I turned toward him. “Give any of them a shot, and you’ll probably find yourself bleeding on the floor.”

Ryder shrugged off my comment. “Go get your shit. I’ll wait.”

He was gone before I could tell him he didn’t need to wait around for me. But then again, he was my only ally in a building full of people who undoubtedly would have preferred to see me KO’d on the floor of the ring. Just one more place I’d never be welcome.

Good thing I didn’t give a fuck.

I’d showed up, gone toe-to-toe with Con, and had taken back a piece of my pride. That was enough.

For today.

I was already thinking of hiring a trainer as I went for my bag.





5 Stars


Meghan March seduces her readers perfectly with the man should not want.

Lucas Titan makes you want to strip your clothes off and slap him upside the head within two minutes of meeting him.  An egotistical, dominating, and power hungry man, who’s this amazing complex character that you would have never seen coming. Irritating and enticing, once Lucas has sank his claws in, there’s no stopping this sinful wicked man.

Yve Santos is a sassy, snarky and will lay it out like it is. She’s not afraid to go toe to toe with the best of them. Yve has am amazing strength that keeps her moving forward, when most would retreat and hide. Yve surprised me at the powerhouse of a woman she is.

I never thought I would ever say I like Lucas Titan.  If you have followed Ms. March’s Beneath Series you know Lucas is not a good man. Everything he does benefits himself in every way.  Rude and crude are great description of this man. And now we learn the other of side of man who I thought couldn’t feel.

Lucas and Yve challenge each other on every level.  Hate with attraction, that moves to sexual tension like none other, to insatiable chemistry. This dirty talking arrogant man needed the right kind of woman to stop in his tracks, question himself, and look beyond his wants.  Seeing what love does to this hard ass man makes Beneath These Scars a top read of 2015.

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ARC Review: A Little Harmless Rumor by Melissa Schroeder

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Melissa Schroeder

Harmless Series

Kindle Edition
Published August 25th 2015 by Harmless Publishing
Little Harmless Rumor

Rumors are swirling about the fall of Sean Kaheaku, but he’s ignoring them. Six months earlier, he had his entire world turned upside down and he still doesn’t know what to do about it. He retreated to his home in Hawaii to recover and reassess what he wants to do now that he’s been burned as a security agent.

Now lovers, Randy and Jamie arrive in Honolulu to find the lover they once knew is now even more secretive and belligerent. He refuses their help, but they are both too stubborn to leave—especially since they sense something dangerous is stalking Sean.

As the three lovers spend more time together, old feelings float to the surface and the twosome becomes a threesome. Nights are even hotter than the Hawaiian sun, and all three lovers find the connection exciting and overwhelming. But, the trouble is still out there and arrives intent on destroying Sean and everything he loves—including Randy and Jaime.

Warning: This book contains three spies who like to play games in and out of the bedroom, hot m/m loving, more m/m/f loving, dangerous games, lies, a few misdemeanors, and love scenes so hot, even most Addicts will be shocked. There is also a group of Alpha males with badges who will have their own series, a heroine who knows how to handle her two men, and two men who know exactly what she likes. As usual, ice and towels should be handy to help you through the book.

5 Stars

Melissa Schroeder turns up the heat up in Hawaii with the hottest and latest book in her Harmless Series, Rumor.

Sean, Jamie and Randy, each commanding, dangerous and strong willed, yet so different they complimented and challenged each other perfectly.  This M/M/F story is truly Ms. Schroeder’s finest. The love scenes are smoking, the emotions are deep and raw, and you feel the love coming from the pages.  I will be honest, I don’t know what worked me up more the danger, suspense and twists of the plot or tantalizing passion that two Doms and a beautiful woman realize they were missing.
The suspense keeps you on edge while the wicked passion has the pages turning. A trio of lovers, a dangerous secret and paradise makes A Harmless Little Rumor the most intense and emotional book of the series. Leaving the reader satisfied while building up what’s to come next in Hawaii.

An ecopy was provided for an honest review.


ARC Review: Too Hard To Handle by Julie Ann Walker

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Julie Ann Walker

Black Knights INC. Series, Book 8

Mass Market Paperback, 352 pages
Expected publication: September 1st 2015 by Sourcebooks Casablanca


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julie Ann Walker continues her red-hot Black Knights Inc. series in rough-and-tumble Peru

“The Man” is back
Dan “The Man” Currington is back in fighting form with a mission that takes him four thousand miles south of BKI headquarters, high in the Andes Mountains of Peru. He’s hot on the trail of a rogue CIA agent selling classified government secrets to the highest bidder, when Penni DePaul arrives on the scene. Suddenly the stakes are higher, and keeping Penni safe becomes Dan’s number one priority.

And this time she’s ready
A lot has changed since former Secret Service Agent Penni DePaul last saw Dan. Now a civilian, she’s excited about what the future might hold. But before she can grab onto that future with both hands, she has to tie up some loose ends-namely, Dan Currington, the man she just can’t forget. And a secret that’s going to change both their lives-if they can stay alive, that is.



5 Stars


Penni is one kickass woman. Smart, can take care of herself and will to do what it takes. The chemistry she felt with Dan has kept her wake more than a night or two. Flying around the world and standing side by side in gunfights show just how brave, loyal and a bit crazy this woman is.

Dan has seen the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. A complex character who can break your heart one moment and have you in a puddle the next.  Being widowed took Dan “The Man” on a downward spiral to the bottom of a bottle.  Through the help of his brothers, friends and some chemistry on an explosive mission, The Man begins see life again.  All Alpha and sexy to the bone, a second chance at love awaken Dan from the darkness.

Intricate weaving of danger, romance and suspense to a level that has the reader hanging on every word.  My introduction to Ms. Walker’s Black Knights Series, Too Hard Too Handle left a very lasting impression.  Yes, I know I started this series way in, however I was able to understand in this ongoing story around Dan and Penni.  Emotional and sexual tension keep the reader’s heart racing as much as the action and danger on the pages.  Julie Ann Walker drew me into her world of Badass secret agent bikers with one book!  Now it’s time to go back to the beginning of the Black Knight series and get lost in this dangers world.

A review copy of this title was provided by Netgalley for an honest review.



ARC Review: Lukas by Carian Cole – Blog Tour

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Book Title: Lukas (Ashes & Embers #3)

Author: Carian Cole

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 30, 2015

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Storm’s younger cousin.

Vandal’s little brother.

You’ve met him in the background.

The sweet one.

The nice one.

The one they can all rely on.

The good one.

He’s a tattoo artist. He plays metal and classical music – on the violin.

He’s got a body built for sin.

He’s 24.

In comes Ivy. She’s a 36 year old single mom who hasn’t dated in 18 years.

All she wanted was a tattoo.

She got a helluva lot more 🙂

Being good has never been so bad.







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I have a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls that try to tame them and win their hearts. My debut series, Ashes & Embers, follows the lives of rock band members as they find, and sometimes lose, the loves of their lives.

My first novel in the Ashes & Embers series, Storm, was published in September of 2014 and book 2, Vandal, was published in February 2015 with several more of this series planned throughout 2015.

Born and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in beautiful New Hampshire with my husband and our multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time writing, reading, and vacuuming.

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 5 Stars


Lukas. That man has the soul of a saint after playing on a road paved to hell for too long.  How is heart is so big and filled with compassion is the making of miracle. Smart, caring, and extremely talented.  With scars that lay deep, Lukas is star shining is the blackness. He is the glue that helps hold his brother and cousins together, all while breaking apart inside. Not an Alpha, but a bit more than a Beta, if Lukas doesn’t warm his way into your heart, you just don’t know how to feel.


Ivy’s life changed in the blink of an eye. Leaving her a single mother and a bit lost.  Left with fears and insecurities that any woman would be feeling, Ivy takes a leap of faith on herself and starts to live for her. Who knew that getting a tattoo would put into motion a chain of events that puts this average thirty something mother in a tail spin of pleasure, love and freedom.


Carian Cole set a very different tone with Lukas that had every hair on my body standing. Raw and real emotions fill every page of Lukas and Ivy’s story. Passion, lust, insecurity, feeling lost and being found.  Written so well you can’t help to get sucked into this realistic story.  Ms. Cole makes me feel and that is what I love. Whether it be happiness, sorrow or excitement woven into her words that make up her stories, I am able to feel that. That’s the making of a damn good writer.




Meghan March’s – Beneath These Chains!

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About Beneath These Chains

I was raised on the streets, so I know things are rarely as simple as they appear—especially this rich girl showing up at my pawnshop demanding a job.

She’s the most tempting thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ll be damned if I can make her leave.

Shit just got complicated … but when it comes to her—I want complicated.

We’re both fighting our own demons, and our only chance at a future is to let go of the past.

But will we be strong enough to break free from beneath these chains?





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I fucking hated people who stole from me. Which was ironic, considering the only thing that had kept me from starving as a kid had been picking pockets and snatching purses. I dropped my elbows to the desk and rubbed a hand over my buzzed head.

“Goddamn, karma’s a bitch.”

“She the bitch you fucked last night, bro?” The leather of my office couch creaked as Mathieu sank his tall, lanky frame into it.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call women ‘bitches,’ boy?”

My words were met with a long sigh from Mathieu. Ever since he’d walked into Chains and tried to grab a guitar and run back out the door—only to be tackled to the ground by yours truly—he’d been a fixture in my life. To be fair, his choices had been to work off the price of what he’d attempted to steal, or go directly to the nearest cop shop. The entire situation had been such a blast from the past, I’d caught myself smiling when I should’ve been glaring and scaring the piss out of the kid. But apparently I’d done an okay job of it because he’d decided starting a rap sheet at seventeen wasn’t a good plan. Thank fuck. Almost two years later, the kid was my right hand.

And now that Chains was mine, someone was stealing from me—but not just someone. An employee. Someone I should’ve been able to trust. The cameras I had installed on her day off had already paid for themselves.

I rolled my head from side to side, cracking my neck. I hated firing people. It never got easier. And this time? This time it was going to be even worse … because there would be tears. And quite possibly claws.

Pushing up from the chair, I strode to the door without looking at Mathieu. Over my shoulder, I tossed, “You might want to stay here; Brianna’s ass is about to get canned.”

“For real?” His words followed me out, but I didn’t bother to reply.

Every time I stepped foot onto the shop floor, a feeling of pride surged through me—pride that I’d helped build this business into one that was not only honest, but profitable. At least, it was profitable when one of my employees wasn’t skimming off the till and messing with my bank deposits.

Finger twirling in her long, dark extensions and gum snapping between her teeth, Brianna flipped the pages of a magazine with a giant black Sharpie in one hand, circling shit. Probably shit she wanted to buy with the money she’d been stealing from me. The store was empty, which made what I was about to do a little easier.

“Bree, need a few minutes.”

Her head popped up, lips pursing as she took me in. “You can have all the time you need, boss.” Her gaudy fake eyelashes batted at me in what I assumed was supposed to be a sexy move. I stowed the urge to tell her to save it for someone whose dick got hard at the sight of her … but since I was about to fire her, why add insult to injury? The woman had been unsuccessfully trying to add her notch to my bedpost since I’d hired her. Bringing her on had been a mistake, and I’d known it from the minute she’d walked in the door, but a friend had called in a favor.

“Boss? You had something to say?” she prompted.

I watched her, not speaking.

She stopped the hair twirling and capped the Sharpie, resituating herself on the stool and folding her hands in her lap.


“You’re done.”

Bree’s dark eyes flew wide. “Done? You mean done for the day?”

“Done. For good. Get your shit and get out.”

Bree lost the innocent pose as she crossed her arms and stared me down. “Not until you tell me why.”

In two long strides, I closed the distance between the register and me and pressed my hands to the counter.

“I gave you a job. Gave you a paycheck you didn’t have to suck a dick to get. But that wasn’t enough for you. You had to have more, and instead of coming to me and asking for a raise, you decided to make it happen yourself.”

The color faded from her face, leaving her mocha-colored skin sallow. “Wh-what?”

“Get your shit.”

“I swear, I didn’t—”

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I can show you the tape if you want to see what I saw.”

Her lower lip started to wobble. It wasn’t going to work. I’d given her the benefit of the doubt, hoped I was wrong or it was just a one-time thing. But she’d gotten too bold.

“But I need this—”

I cut her off. She wasn’t even going to deny it. Not that she could. We both knew she’d done it, and I wasn’t in the mood to listen to her beg or justify her actions. Even though she didn’t know it, I’d already given her a second chance. And all that had done was cost me even more than I could afford to lose. “I needed someone to work the shop—someone who wasn’t going to fuck me over and steal from me. You weren’t capable of that, so you’re out. Now get your shit.”


“Save your breath, Bree. I ain’t listening unless you’re here to tell me you’ve got all the money you’ve taken, and you’re putting it right back where it belongs.”

Her face twisted into an angry glare even as the tears started falling. “You … you don’t understand.”

“No, I really don’t understand.” I crossed my arms and waited her out. When she realized the water works weren’t changing my decision, she spun off the stool, grabbed her giant purple purse from behind the counter, and stalked toward the door.

“You get all self-righteous with me about a little cash while you basically steal from people? Giving ‘em twenty dollars for their shit? Like you’re one to judge.”

A little cash? She’d skimmed enough to buy a nice used car, and I’d been too trusting to even realize it until the numbers hadn’t added up in a big way.

She slowed near the guitars at the front of the store and malicious glee lit her eyes.

She wouldn’t.

Oh, but she did.

Bree grabbed a guitar and swung it toward the rack as the chimes above the front door jangled. Wood crashed against wood, and two female screeches erupted.

Shit … if she injured a customer…

I charged Bree and ripped the guitar from her hands before she could swing again. A swirl of red hair caught my attention as the other woman dodged out of the strike zone.

Bree struggled against my hold, and I wondered if I was going to end up with a face full of the acrylic claws tearing at my arms. “Let go of me, you asshole!”

“Whoa, boss. Getting the door for ya.” Mathieu bolted across the shop and yanked the door open again. I hustled Bree out and set her free on the sidewalk.

She spun to face Mathieu and me. “You’re gonna regret this,” she hissed. “I swear, you will.”

A soft laugh came from the open door. “From what I’ve seen, I highly doubt it.”

Bree opened her mouth to spew something else, but I shut her down. “Get gone. I don’t ever wanna see you near my shop again.”

Bree’s flinty eyes narrowed as she shouldered her purse. “Fuck you, Lord. You think you’re better than me? Not a chance. You’re just thievin’ street scum. Fuck you.”

“And now she’s getting repetitious,” the husky female voice commented from behind me.

Lip curling in disgust, Bree turned and marched toward the corner, never looking back.

“Her exit could totally use some work, but all-in-all, that was one hell of a welcome.”

I turned to survey the woman standing in the doorway of Chains. Even without a photographic memory, I didn’t think I’d ever forget this particular pose: one arm braced on the doorframe and the other propped on her hip, a green dress hugging curves that had my entire body sitting up and taking notice. Matched with her long, curling red hair, she was a goddamn knockout. What the hell is she doing here?

“You lost, sweet thing?”

She stepped onto the sidewalk and tore the HELP WANTED sign off the bottom corner of the front window. Holding it between two fingers, she smiled. “Nope. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m your newest employee.”


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About Meghan March:

Meghan March is the author of contemporary and erotic romance novels.

Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at







Catch Up on the Beneath Series:
Beneath This Mask (Beneath #1)

He loves me, and he doesn’t even know my real name.

The limelight that follows him could expose everything I’m hiding. But even knowing the risks, I can’t force myself to stay away.

I’m going to break his heart, but mine will shatter right along with it.

Will we lose it all when I reveal what’s beneath this mask?


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Beneath This Ink (Beneath #2)

I’ve always known she was too good for me, but that never stopped me from wanting her.

And then I finally had her for one night.

A night I don’t remember.

I figured I’d blown my shot.

But now she’s walked back into my life, and this time, I have the upper hand. I want my second chance.

Will she be able to see the man beneath this ink?


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ARC Review: Gypsy by Patricia A. Rasey


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Sons Of Sangue Series

Book 3

Published: April 28. 2015




Grayson “Gypsy” Gabor loves the ladies. As a matter of fact, the more the merrier. Life is good. That is until a mishap with a sexy-as-hell redhead leaves them mated. The eldest of vampires, Vlad Tepes, gives him a choice: Keep her or give her up for all eternity to his one-time best friend, Anton.


Tamera Cantrell sets her sights on the Vice President of the Sons of Sangue, Gypsy. But after a night gone wrong, she finds herself caught between one vampire who hates her and one who adores her. Now Tamera’s only got three short months to prove to the one who despises her that he can’t live without her.


Add in one Mexican Cartel, a vindictive primordial vampire, and a rival MC out for blood, and Gypsy has his hands full with club business. When Tamera’s life becomes endangered, Gypsy must act quick or chance losing her forever.




5 Stars!


Pissed off and twisted is not a good look on Sons of Sangue VP, Gypsy.  The ladies man of the MC has found his self between a rock and a hard place without his own doing.  Putting him in an asshole state from hell.  Gypsy, the brother I love and hate. His eyes capture, his body will entice and his presence causes panty dropping lust to erupt. Gypsy is walking, talking, sin on a bike.  An ego bigger than most, accustomed to getting what he wants, and so hypocritical he needs to take a looking in a mirror, Gypsy battles himself with the decision that will change him not matter the choice.

Want, need and desire have Tamera caught up in a web of craziness. With no choice but to go along for the ride.  Tamera’s mishap sets in motion a whirlwind of chaos within the MC. Leaving her freedom, life and love lingering on the fingertips of an enraged vampire. I am still on the fence about Tamera. One thing I will say is the woman has some balls. Making me want to high five her and smack her within a minutes time.
Intensity is an understatement for the hot mess that plagues the Sons Of Sangue in GYPSY.   Deceit is thick in the air. Brotherhood is tested.  Revenge is a must. Sexual tension is taken to a new level. That’s just the beginning. Patricia Rasey has the reader going full throttle into a wicked storm.  Action from beginning to end, twists that hit you like a brass knuckled fist and lust building like a bomb waiting to go off.  Great flippin book!

My anticipation for Gypsy’s book was extremely high before it was ever written. I lost sleep and sequestered myself in my car for more time then I’m willing to admit to finish this book. Was it worth it? Your damn right it was. I cussed at my kindle, screamed at fictional characters, my jaw dropped more than once and lusted after a man that doesn’t exist.  Am I pathetic, maybe, maybe not. Ms. Rasey captures and captivate her audience with intriguing characters, an amazing storyline, and jaw dropping moments. Giving this reader the best book hangover ever. A 2015 top read for me.


ARC Review: Silver Bastard by Joanna Wylde

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Joanna Wylde

Silver Valley Series, Book 1

Paperback, 448 pages
Expected publication: April 7th 2015 by Berkley




First in the new Silver Valley series from the New York Times bestselling author of the Reapers Motorcycle Club Novels

Fourteen months. For fourteen months, Puck Redhouse sat in a cell and kept his mouth shut, protecting the Silver Bastards MC from their enemies. Then he was free and it was time for his reward—full membership in the club, along with a party to celebrate. That’s when he saw Becca Jones for the first time and set everything in motion. Before the night ended he’d violated his parole and stolen her away from everything she knew.

Five years. It was five years ago that Puck destroyed Becca and saved her all in one night. She’s been terrified of him ever since, but she’s even more terrified of the monsters he still protects her from… But Becca refuses to let fear control her. She’s living her life and moving forward, until she gets a phone call from the past she can’t ignore. She has to go back, and there’s only one man she can trust to go with her—the ex-con biker who rescued her once before.

Puck will help her again, but this time it’ll be on his terms. No more lies, no more tears, and no more holding back what he really wants…



5 Stars


Becca is the textbook definition of a survivor. The poor girl has been to hell and back more times than she can probably count.   Suffering from horrors that no one, let alone a teenager should have to go through.  Used as a pawn as to whatever means to met her sadistic parents wants or needs for the moment. I would say Becca has good reasons for her anger issues, her temper and the fact that those memories still haunt her.  Underneath all the anger is a sweet, soft and loving woman, who will take you down if she must.


Puck had just become my new favorite biker. Too wise for his age, an old soul in a hot sexy body.  The best day of Pucks life just so happens to coincide with the worst. Hours after getting his patch, he indulges in temptation risking his new freedom.  The dominating, hard-core, bad ass is no saint. He will get what he wants, how and when he wants. Not caring how it has to happen. Alpha biker, born and bred. His loyalty and devotion, not only for the club but for those he feels he needs to protect is truly remarkable and immeasurable.


Joanna Wylde kicks off her new Silver Valley series with the intensity raw and sinfully gratifying, Silver Bastard.


A connection made in a messed up situation has left Becca and Puck in a fantasy filled, tense, watching at a distance dance for years.

When worlds collide, sparks will fly.  A heavy storyline that takes deception to a whole new level. Sexual tension that will rise goosebumps on your skin and grabbing a fan to cool down. The ever present humor and wit, one the the biggest reason I love Joanna’s stories, is at its best. Emotional can’t even begin to describe the full throttle ride that is Silver Bastard.


Silver Valley is a tight knit community where ties and blood run deep.  Ms. Wylde enriches the story by including true facts and history of the area. Introducing the readers to people, factions and group that make up area. Setting the tone for what I believe to be a very intriguing set of stories to come.
I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher via netgalley for an honest review.



ARC Review: Deep by Kylie Scott-Blog Tour with giveaway

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Positive. With two little lines on a pregnancy test, everything in Lizzy Rollins’ ordinary life is about to change forever. And all because of one big mistake in Vegas with Ben Nicholson, the irresistibly sexy bass player for Stage Dive. So what if Ben’s the only man she’s ever met who can make her feel completely safe, cherished, and out of control with desire at the same time? Lizzy knows the gorgeous rock star isn’t looking for anything more permanent than a good time, no matter how much she wishes differently.

Ben knows Lizzy is off limits. Completely and utterly. She’s his best friend’s little sister now, and no matter how hot the chemistry is between them, no matter how sweet and sexy she is, he’s not going to go there. But when Ben is forced to keep the one girl he’s always had a weakness for out of trouble in Sin City, he quickly learns that what happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay there. Now he and Lizzie are connected in the deepest way possible…but will it lead to a connection of the heart?


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His laughter, it didn’t really sound the smallest bit amused. “Christ. You’re done here.”

“Ah, no. I’m actually not. Now see, this is where we have a problem.” I folded my arms. Then unfolded them because like fuck I’d look defensive. He was the one in the wrong, not me. “You’re not prepared to take me, or my feelings, seriously. What you want is to hide away in Mr. Too Cool for Commitment land and just play with my affections when it suits you. Okay, I’ve accepted that. But none of that means it’s okay for you to come in here and act like you’re the boss of me. None of it.”

“That so?” he asked, leaning down so that we were almost nose to nose.

“That’s so, baby.” I play-punched him in the shoulder, which it should be noted, I barely came up to. Okay, so maybe the alcohol on a mostly empty stomach had made me slightly/lots braver/sillier. “So why don’t you take your little caveman jealous tantrum bullshit somewhere else. See, I do this funny thing I like to refer to as whatever the fuck I want. Understand?”

He just stared.

“And as pretty as you are with your beard and your muscles, you are too damn tricky and . . . complicated and shit for me.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are. Are you finally seeing my point here?”

“You bet.”

“Excellent. So take your hotness elsewhere, kind sir. I want no part of it!” Huh. I had so told him. Drunken bravado was the best.


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About the Author:

kylie scott

Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

Kylie is represented by Amy Tannenbaum at the Jane Rotrosen Agency, New York.

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5 Stars

Kylie Scott rocked my reading world with Deep.

The thing when I read a final book in a series it always a love/hate moment. The Stage Dive series has captivated me in many ways from first book to last. Ben and Lizzy’s story is one that is very close to home. Making Deep a very emotional read for me.  Also making Deep my favorite book of the Stage Dive Series

Ben is the mystery of the band. The quiet one.  Hes a go with the flow, never committing to anything but music kind of guy. Bens as sexy as the bass he plays.  That flippin hair and beard just get to a girl. He’s an asshat, living his Rock and Roll fantasy, not knowing a damn good thing when he’s had it right in front of him.

Lizzy flippin rocks! Lizzy went all in when in came to Ben. She knew what she was getting herself into. Always hoping, trying not to hurt, needing and wanting.  A strong woman who who fell for the bad boy rockstar. Every woman has something that makes her weak in the knees. Hers is Ben!

Ben and Lizzy’s story takes snark and banter to a new best.  The way these two go at each other made me both laugh and want to cry.  An emotional and funny story, fill with sexual tension, out of control feelings and trying to make it all work. Add in the Rock and Roll life on the road, you get the best Stage Dive novel of the series.  I was hanging on the edge of my seat while Ben and Lizzy dance around their HEA!  The Stage Dive series is one I will read again and again.

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ARC Review: Beginning Forever by Laramie Briscoe

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Laramie Briscoe

Heaven Hill MC series, Book 7

Published March 17th 2015


Tyler and Meredith Blackfoot have a long and complicated history. A relationship born out of the worst thing a woman can endure has blossomed into a greater love than either of them could have ever imagined. Now, with answered prayers and Addie a permanent part of their family, they are ready to move forward.

Meredith with her work as Director of the CRISIS center. Tyler busy mentoring younger members of the club and the teenagers that look up to him with wide-eyed amazement.

Life is going exactly the way they want it to until a woman shows up at CRISIS that could threaten everything they’ve worked so hard to achieve. She’s dangerous, and only a select few know why. Secrets are kept and stresses mount as the Blackfoots get the biggest surprise of their lives.

Tyler will do anything to protect the woman he loves and the young family they’ve created together. When the reason he breathes is threatened, he does everything in his power to prove it’s not the end, but the beginning of forever.




5 Stars


Laramie Briscoe has quickly made her way as one of my favorite authors in a very short period of time. I know when I open a book by Laramie  I am going to be taken on an emotional ride. Be given a story with wonderful characters, humor and a feeling of family. Not to mention her Heaven Hill Bikers, well they just rock!  Sexy!!
Tyler and Meredith have been my favorite couple since before they were a couple.  The dynamic between the two of them is unlike any of the other couples in the series. They complement and challenge each other.  Their love comes to through the pages as pure magic.  Their challenges broke my heart heart while their happiness made me cry tears of joy.  Watching Tyler and Meredith as parents made me stop reading and look over and smile at my son.  Ms. Briscoe made me feel a moment a pure bliss while reading Beginning Forever.  That is the biggest compliment I can give.

Beginning Forever is Ms. Briscoe best work to date. And now my new favorite of the Heaven Hill MC series!  Deep emotions and hot bikers, what more do you need!


A complimentary copy of this title was provided by the author/publisher for an honest review.



Review: Tamed by Stacey Kennedy


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Club Sin Series, Book 5


Expected publication: March 10th 2015 by Loveswept


Porter Marshall has nearly achieved his goal of becoming a Club Sin Master, but his new sub poses a much bigger challenge than he anticipated. Despite their mutual attraction and red-hot dungeon sessions, Kenzie Hart plays her own games. Her bratty, you-can’t-break-me attitude masks terrible personal hurt—pain that only the exquisite touch of a skilled Dom can release. But when Porter suggests taking their connection to the outside world, Kenzie denies him . . . which only makes him want her more.

Kenzie can’t ignore the raw, fierce bond she has with Porter. But she can’t give in to his dangerous demands, either. Is the passion they share real, or is he using her to solidify his status at Club Sin? And yet, who else can she trust with the shattering secrets she holds within? As Porter expertly brings her to the point of no return, Kenzie surrenders her body—and, piece by piece, her heart.

Tamed is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences.



5 Stars


Kenzie, the bratty sub.  Of all our Club Sin Ladies, she is the one I wanted to know the most. Pushing the bounds, is what she does best. I would have never guessed that she would be so complex or a book nerd for that matter. She broke my heart and made me laugh. They always say that actions speak louder than words. In a test of wills, so to say, Kenzie met her match. A Dom who can read between her lines. A Dom that had made her weak in the knees.  A Dom who want more than her submission, he wants her.


Porter has just taken over my number one spot of favorite Club Sin Masters. Given the impossible task of taming the untamable. Porter sees something the other Masters and Doms didn’t.  Realizing there is something more to the bratty sub. He will charm, command, protect and fight to make a hardheaded woman realize what bonding really means.


Stacey Kennedy out does herself with Tamed!  Sassy, sexy and deep. Porter and Kenzie step outside the dungeon and show the readers of the Club Sin series that BDSM is not just sexy. Tamed has a bit of a darker tone than the previous books in the series. Giving Kenzie and Porter’s intense, emotionally driven story many layers. Through pleasure and pain, soul binding bonds are formed, healing the worst scars of the past through erotic means. My new favorite of the Club Sin Series!
A copy of this book was provided by Netgalley for an honest review.