Thursday, August 16, 2018

COVER REVEAL: Muse by Katy Evans

Muse by Katy Evans is coming EXCLUSIVELY to iBooks on September 10th and all other platforms on September 14th



★ ★ ★ COVER REVEAL!★ ★ ★

Muse by New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans is releasing EXCLUSIVELY on iBooks on September 10th and all other platforms on September 14th

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A brand new sizzling standalone contemporary romance by New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Katy Evans.


It was supposed to just be a quick trip to Manhattan.
My best friend was heartbroken. She needed support, and I needed inspiration.
I hoped to love the city. Bustling. Crazy. Inspiring New York.
But I ended up at the airport, heading home in the same condition that I arrived.
In a rut. 
Add to all that, missing my flight and losing my laptop—the laptop, where the Best Love Story Ever sat on my hard drive.
Enter Noah Steele. Eerily familiar. Movie star. Heartthrob. Sultry romeo with bedroom eyes.
(But we're not going there.)
He missed his flight too.
Noah is so smoldering, lip-bitingly hot, he's not taken seriously as an actor, and is struggling to launch his career in New York.
He's only ever had superficial girlfriends, so he's having trouble showing true passion in his acting—the same challenge I’m having with this book.
When we met, we didn't know that our connection would bring us the change we’d been craving. 
That we’d be the very thing the other needed and didn't know.
Each other's muse.

COVER REVEAL - Dirty Headlines by L.J. Shen

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"I laughed, I swooned, I sighed, I smiled and cheered for these two lonely souls. By far one of my favorite books of 2018!"- Kate Stewart, Amazon bestselling author

Dirty Headlines, an all-new sexy, enemies-to-lovers romance from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen is coming September 7th!


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Dirty Headlines by L.J. Shen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publishing Date: September 7th, 2018
Cover designer: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs
Model: Lucas Loyola
Photographer: Leandro Franco


Célian Laurent.
Manhattan royalty.
Notorious playboy.
Heir to a media empire.
…And my new boss.
I could have impressed him, if not for last month’s unforgettable one-night stand.
I left it with more than orgasms and a pleasant memory—namely, his wallet.
Now he’s staring me down like I’m the dirt under his Italian loafers, and I’m supposed to take it.
But the thing about being Judith “Jude” Humphry is I have nothing to lose.
Brooklyn girl.
Infamously quirky.
Heir to a stack of medical bills and a tattered couch.
When he looks at me from across the room, I see the glint in his eyes, and that makes us rivals.
He knows it.
So do I.
Every day in the newsroom is a battle.
Every night in his bed, war.
But it’s my heart at stake, and I fear I’ll be raising the white flag.

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About LJ Shen:
L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.
Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets people's’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.

She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.
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Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Release Day - BLIND KISS by Renee Carlino

        

  From the national bestselling author of Before We Were Strangers, Swear on this Life, and Wish You Were Here comes a powerful story of two people who spend years denying their scientifically-proven chemistry.


Penny spends her afternoons sitting outside a sandwich shop, surrounded by ghosts. Fourteen years ago, this shop was her childhood dance studio—and she was a dancer on the rise. Now she’s a suburban housewife, dreading the moment her son departs for MIT, leaving her with an impeccably-decorated McMansion and a failing marriage. She had her chance at wild, stars-in-her-eyes happiness, but that was a lifetime ago. After The Kiss. Before The Decision. 

The Kiss was soulful. Magical. Earth-shattering, And it was all for a free gift card. Asked to participate in a psych study that posed the question, “Can you have sexual chemistry without knowing what the other person looks like?” Penny agreed to be blindfolded, make polite conversation with a total stranger, and kiss him. She never expected The Kiss to change her life forever and introduce her to Gavin: tattooed, gorgeous, and spontaneous enough to ask her out seconds after the blindfolds came off. 

For a year, they danced between friendship and romance—until Penny made The Decision that forced them to settle for friendship. 
Now, fourteen years later, both of their lives are about to radically change—and it’s his turn to decide what will become of their once-in-a-lifetime connection.   

Renée Carlino is a screenwriter and the bestselling author of Sweet Thing, Nowhere But Here, After the Rain, Before We Were Strangers, Swear on This Life, and Wish You Were Here. She grew up in Southern California and lives in the San Diego area with her husband and two sons. To learn more, visit ReneeCarlino.com  

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REVIEW: 

I have to say....  I wasn't sure if I was going to like how the story was laid out, how it followed their entire relationship from the time they met. The author begins with the present, then 14 years prior, then so many months prior to the present.  We literally get to see their entire story evolve, which I LOVED!!  I adored Gavin. I loved Penny. Their relationship was great, best friends to lovers. Sometime the person we love the most has been by our side the entire time. Due to circumstances, Gavin and Penny never cross that line. They are best friends. Penny's relationship with Gavin has caused turmoil for her relationship with her husband. Her husband never truly understood her relationship Gavin, he was threatened by it.  

Penny and Gavin had something special. They were always there for each other, no matter what. Time would pass, yet that never mattered. Gavin was in love with Penny. Gavin wanted to explore a relationship with Penny, but Penny always had a reason to keep Gavin at bay when they were in college.  Gavin continued to love Penny, despite the situation Penny got herself into. 

Gavin loved Penny from afar. Deep down, Penny knew she was in love with Gavin, but life seemed to steer her on a different path. One that she continued down, due to obligation, due to being comfortable. 

I wanted to smack Penny several times. We get one life, and we have to live it to the fullest. Staying in a relationship that doesn't fulfill you can be draining. You become numb. You go through motions to just get through the day. When the stars align for Penny and Gavin, I cheered. I routed for them. I wanted them to get the HEA. 

I have only read a few books by this author, and I definitely will pick up a few more !!!


EXCERPT:


WE SAT AT the bar of the pub as I continued to stare at him, a mixture of curiosity and fear boiling in my gut. He ordered a beer, and I ordered Chardonnay with beer-cheese pretzels. “That’s different for you.” I usually stuck to salads, an old habit from my dancing days, but I had lost a lot of weight in the past few weeks. “Don’t think you can distract me so easily. Tell me what’s going on. Did you break up with Briel?” He took a long pull from his beer and stared straight ahead. “Don’t be mad, okay?” I stared at him, wordlessly, the fear fully boiling over. And then he dropped the bomb on me. The next few minutes were hazy as Gavin, the bar, and my glass of Chardonnay swam together before my eyes. I tried to reach for the glass but found it suddenly empty. That’s weird. It was full a minute ago. I motioned to the bartender for another, then poured it down my throat in a steady stream. I was breathing fast when I slammed the glass on the bar, shattering my fugue state—and bringing Gavin into sharp relief. I was reeling. “Shit, Penny! Be careful. You almost shattered your glass!” He practically yelled. “You’re moving to fucking France?!” I yelled back. The bartender jerked his head toward the door, and within minutes Gavin was forcibly dragging me out of the bar by the arm. I slipped out of his grip and stood in the middle of the parking lot, seething, very much drunk, and fully freaking out. “So, do you love her?” “Briel? What kind of question is that?” “Just answer me.” “Fuck, Penny. That’s not what this is about. I don’t really have a choice here, though, do I?” “You always have a choice.” He glared at me. “That’s fucking rich, coming from you.” I shook my head vigorously. “Totally different situation.” “Like hell it was.” “When do you leave?” “In two days.” “WHAT?!” He ran up and shook me by the shoulders. “Jesus, if I knew you were gonna take it like this, I wouldn’t have told you in public. Pull yourself together.” I screamed at the top of my lungs and then made a guttural sound as I hunched over and held my stomach. “First Milo, now you?” “Don’t you put that on me. I’m not the reason why you’re about to be alone and unhappy.” “Fuck you, Gavin!” “Fuck you, Penny!” He didn’t turn around—he just stormed off in typical Gavin fashion: petulant, recalcitrant, and a total shithead. People in the parking lot were gawking, appalled, covering their children’s ears. But no one made a move to leave. When Gavin and I got like this, we were like a car wreck by the side of the road, impossible to look away from. Gavin slid into his ’67 Chevelle and fired up the engine. I hated that car because he loved it so much. It had a black leather interior, a flawless paint job, and tinted windows, like it belonged to some kind of celebrity—which Gavin definitely wasn’t. It was his only possession worth a dime, besides his garage, a few guitars, and a Zippo lighter he swore River Phoenix had given to him at the Viper Room the night of his death. I ran to the exit and stood in the middle of the lane, daring him to run me over as he ripped out of his parking spot and raced around the corner toward the exit. “We’re not done talking, you coward!” He slowed but let the car idle while he revved the engine. “I dare you!” I yelled. He stuck his head out the window, leaned his tattooed arm against the door, and actually grinned at me. So smug. What a dick. “You look ridiculous standing there. Get out of the way!” I walked toward his window and noticed that his demeanor had completely softened. There was even humor in his expression. He wanted me to block him, and he knew I would. “Can’t you have a proper fight without running away?” “You were lecturing me, yet again. I have a mother, thank you. You have a child you can order around . . . and a husband you can control. I don’t need your shit, okay? Don’t you realize that I’m freaking out, too? I’m going through the hardest time of my life, and you’re making this all about you.” “You’ve been going through the hardest time of your life for the whole fourteen years I’ve known you.” “And as my friend, do you think you’re helping my situation right now?” he spat back, his mood shifting once again. “Don’t even. Don’t you dare act like I haven’t been a good friend to you. You’ve put me in the most awkward situations, you’ve bolted on me, you’ve stopped speaking to me for weeks at a time, but still . . . I make myself available to you. I’ve been here for you, always. And now you’re moving thousands of miles away when I need you most?” He shook his head slowly. “That’s right, Penny. You have been here. You’ve been right by my side, lecturing me, rolling your eyes at me, pressuring me to get serious about Briel, all so I could go and fuck up my life even more while you sit in your nice house, with your KitchenAid mixer, your Oracle espresso machine, and your fucking yellow Lab.” “Don’t talk about Buckley that way! He’s a good dog. And you love our espresso machine.” Gavin’s lips turned up at the corners. “You’re so messed up, Penny. You definitely have a chemical imbalance.” I pointed to my chest, shocked. “Me? Look who’s talking? Please, pull into a parking space. I don’t want to stand here anymore, making a spectacle of myself. Some parent from Milo’s school is probably watching this whole thing. There’ll be whispers at the next PTA meeting. Is that what you want for me?” “Don’t pretend like you go to PTA meetings. And look around; everyone’s gone. It’s just us.” He was right. The parking lot had cleared out. Gavin was sitting in his idling car while I was standing outside his window like a moron. “I resent you for saying I pushed Briel on you. And yes, for your information, I do go to PTA meetings.” “You encouraged me to go out with her, then you needled me about it until I finally did.” “You were horribly depressed! I thought you were gonna jump off a bridge. I told you to go out with her and to have some fun. She’s a nice girl. I didn’t say turn your life upside down, pack up, and run away with a foreigner! You’re thirty-six-years old, Gavin. I think it’s time you grew up.” I shook my head. “God, I can’t believe you.” He jerked his head back and squinted. “Great band but not totally PC to call someone a foreigner, Penny.” His voice was low. “Are you going to become a French citizen now, too? You better brush up on your French.” “Everyone speaks English there.” “No, they don’t! People always say that, but you’ll see. They might be able to communicate to a degree, but it’s not conversational English.” Why am I still standing here, screaming about French people? I needed to tie this conversation up in a pretty little bow. I needed closure. I couldn’t say good-bye to my best friend without it. He was leaving, going to France to chase a girlfriend I knew he didn’t love. I was losing him. And it was my fault. We couldn’t leave each other angry. “I’ll figure it out,” he said. “Try not to make me feel worse about my situation, though I know that’s hard for you.” “Your situation? It’s always your situation. What about my situation?” He just stared at me. He was hurting; I could tell. But I was hurting, too. “Listen—” “What?” “Don’t interrupt me.” I cleared my throat. “Gavin . . . it’s just . . . I’m going to fucking miss you, okay? I’m having a hard time right now, and life is about to get a whole lot harder the second you leave.” I started to cry. He hated it when I cried, but he didn’t ask me, “Why are you crying?” He never had to ask. He took a deep breath in through his nose, then released it forcefully in a burst of frustration. A second later his car stalled. He put it in gear, got out, and swooped me up in a bear hug. “Penny, Penny, Penny . . . my crazy girl,” he said as he rubbed my back. I was wiping my snot-covered nose on his black T-shirt and he didn’t care one bit. He held me for a long time. When he started to release me, I said, “It’s not enough.” He picked me up again and squeezed me harder. Tucking his face into my neck, he said, “It’ll never be enough.” “Why?” I said, fully bawling against his shoulder. He brushed a strand of my hair, damp with tears, behind my ear. “I have to go, and so do you. You need to be with your family now.” I felt the lump in my throat growing. “You don’t have to constantly remind me that I have a family. I love my family. But you’re a part of it, too, and that’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m fucking crying in the parking lot in front of Bank of America.” He pulled away and we stood there, two feet apart, staring at each other, as if we were committing each other to memory. Allowing one another to really look at and take the other person in, stripped down to our bones, without scrutiny. “Is this it?” I asked. “This is it, P.” I shook my head, leaned up on my toes, and wrapped my arms around him. We hugged again for a long time before he got into his car. I tried to hold on to the feeling of having him in my arms, or maybe I was trying to hold on to the feeling of being held in his. He started the engine as I stood there, waiting for him to leave. “We’ll talk on the phone or email or something, okay?” “Okay,” I told him. He swallowed nervously. Looking up at me from the car window, he said, “I wish it were you, Penny.” That was my bow. He knew I needed it, good or bad—no matter what feelings it shook loose from our long and complicated history together.  


         

Renée Carlino is a screenwriter and bestselling author of contemporary women's novels and new adult fiction. Her books have been featured in national publications, including USA TODAY, Huffington Post, Latina magazine, and Publisher's Weekly. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two sons, and their sweet dog June. When she's not at the beach with her boys or working on her next project, she likes to spend her time reading, going to concerts, and eating dark chocolate. 

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Friday, August 10, 2018

Filthy Lies...few are worth telling.




On the day I turned fifteen years old I knew I loved James Blakney. There was a look in his eye that told me he’d finally noticed I existed in a realm beyond best-friend’s-much-younger-off-limits-don’t-even-think-about-it-little-sister. Call it womanly intuition, despite the fact I was barely qualified for being an actual woman at just fifteen—and only in the biological sense—but still, I knew I loved him.

What I never expected from him was a proposal of marriage nearlyeight years later. I know it's not supposed to be a real marriage, but James is certainly making it feel that way.

He's also hiding something from me.

But I've hidden the truth from him as well.

Lies.

So many filthy lies. 

~Winter Blackstone




Wednesday, August 8, 2018

DIRTY HEADLINES by L.J. Shen





Dirty Headlines, an all-new sexy, enemies-to-lovers romance from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen is coming September 7th and we have a sexy new teaser just for you!

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Friday, August 3, 2018

Their Famous Dominant, An Office Intrigue Novel by Nicole Edwards

More specifically, Trent Ramsey, one of the clubs' famous members? 

He is back! And is the hotter than ever Office Intrigue Series by Nicole Edwards! Ready for his story? Ready for the heat? Grab it now! 

Their Famous Dominant, An Office Intrigue Novel
by Nicole Edwards




Release date: July 31st, 2018



*Menage Romance

My name is Trent Ramsey. It’s possible you’ve heard of me. I’m one of the highest paid actors in Hollywood. Not only that, but I’ve built a vast empire of businesses, including two of the hottest BDSM clubs on the map. My face has been plastered on big screens and magazines for over a decade. Plus, I’ve got more money than I know what to do with.

At one point in my life, I thought that was enough to make me happy.

So, why am I not? Why have I found myself at a crossroad? It’s not like I don’t know what I want. I know exactly what I want.

Or rather who.

But it isn’t what you think. I’m not after a submissive who will fill the void. No, it’s never that easy for me.

I’m after two and they aren’t both submissives. Or rather, they aren’t both in the lifestyle because they are both definitely submissive. In fact, one happens to be my personal assistant, a man who has spent the past three years working alongside me, helping to manage my entire world.

Although my mind has been set on one particular woman for so long, I can’t deny I have an overwhelming urge to dominate him, too.


Better yet, both of them together.


At the same time.


Publisher: Nicole Edwards Limited
Cover Photo: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Thom Panto





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Their Famous Dominant- Nicole Edwards scheduled for today( sorry Book was a little longer than normal)

This is the fourth installment of the office intrigue series. I have  read this book as a stand alone and plan on going back and ready the others! I was excited to finally read Trent Ramsey’s story as we have met him in the Club Destiny series.

Trent Ramsey is a famous movie star who is also into BDSM and owns two clubs. Trent has been missing something in his life and he is now ready to fulfill that void. Trent has had his eyes on Clarissa for a few years now and since working with his personal assistant Troy the past three years he now knows these two are the ones to fill his void, all he has to do is convince them that they want this too!

I am always intrigued by Nicole’s books they hook you in and always have a great story. While this book was a little longer than others I was never bored everything in the book set the foundation for what was coming. I enjoyed their story and look forward to more from the series!

Reviewed by Michele.





THEIR FAMOUS DOMINANT (OFFICE INTRIGUE, 4) CHAPTER ONE

Trent
Saturday, August 4


“MASTER RAMSEY?”

Turning at the sound of my name, I noticed the blushing submissive staring at me, flanked on both sides by her tuxedo-wearing Doms. While her light blue eyes were wide with what could only pass as star-struck wonder, her Dominants’ identical hazel eyes were filled with amusement.

Langston Moore and his twin brother, Landon, had just claimed their submissive in an official collaring ceremony in front of their friends and family. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely honored that they’d thought to include me.

My mind snapshotted the image of the threesome, a memory of this day etched in my mind for future reference.

“Luci,” I greeted, smiling at the young woman who was the star of today’s festivities. While it was evident Luciana Moore wanted to say something, no words fell from her lips as she stared back at me with eyes as round as saucers.

“Go on, pet,” Landon urged his beaming bride.

“I … uh…” Luci’s voice chirped on the last word.

Langston chuckled. “What our tongue-tied submissive wants to say is thank you for bein’ here today.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” I shook hands with Langston, then Landon. “The ceremony was beautiful.”

“As is our submissive,” Landon noted with pride.

I peered down at the petite submissive, who looked like an erotic fairy princess clad in an elegantly designed white corset, a platinum and diamond collar gracing her neck, and little else. “I’d have to agree. It’s been a memorable day.”
“With no small thanks to you for the venue,” Langston added.

“The location was merely the backdrop,” I told him, my gaze stopping on Luci once more. “You, young lady, are even more beautiful now that you’ve been officially collared.”

Luci blushed as she usually did when she was around me. “Thank you, Master Ramsey.”

“I still remember the first night I met you at Dichotomy.” My gaze shot to Landon. “She came with you that night.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “She did.”
“And I’m sure she was just as star-struck then as she is now,” Langston noted.
“She was,” I agreed. “In fact, if I recall, that response broke one of Landon’s rules and you spent most of the night walking around naked.”

“Mostly naked,” Landon corrected. “I allowed her to keep on the G-string.”

I grinned, and Luci blushed again.

Needless to say, it had been interesting to witness, as it was any time a new submissive was introduced into our world.

“Thank you for overlooking my blunder that night, Master Ramsey,” Luci replied, her voice husky and soft.

“You were quite sweet.”

“But seriously,” Landon said, his tone sobering. “We’re honored that you attended.”

“Don’t be honored,” I told him with a smirk. “I have every intention of drinking my weight in champagne. It won’t be cheap.”

Landon laughed. “I don’t doubt that.”

“Truth is,” Langston said, “I didn’t think you were that easy, Ramsey. You didn’t even put up a fight when I invited you.”

He was right. I wasn’t easy. Usually.

“I’m only easy for you, my friend,” I told him, grinning.

In the past year and a half, Langston and his three partners at his PR firm—his twin brother, Landon, along with Justin Parker and Benjamin Snowden—had become good friends of mine. We met through Dichotomy, the BDSM club I opened in Chicago roughly two years ago. The four men were part of the first wave of members who had joined the club and I’d gotten well acquainted with them.

Partially because of them, I’d been spending more and more time here in Chicago in recent months, needing a break from the monotony that had become my life.

“Probably not wise to let word get out that you’ll roll over with very little persuasion.” Langston chuckled, his gaze darting to the people milling about behind us. “Those subs following you around like lost puppies might think twice.”

I didn’t bother looking back at the submissives I knew were mingling nearby. I had yet to show any interest whatsoever, however they still trailed close behind. It was something I despised, and any submissive who hoped for even a small amount of my attention knew that.

“One could only be so lucky,” I told him.

Langston’s gaze slid to the far side of the room and mine followed.

“Your assistant looks a little out of sorts,” he said with a grin.

I allowed my eyes to rake over the handsome man donning a designer tux and a wild-eyed expression as he took in everything around him.

"This is a first for him,” I told them.

“Well, you wouldn’t know it,” Langston said facetiously.

“What gave it away?”

“Probably the fact that his jaw is dragging the floor,” Langston said with a laugh.

At least the boy had the sense to keep his tongue in his mouth.

“Give him time,” Landon chimed in. “He’ll get used to it.”

I had to wonder whether that was true or not. While I had purposely kept my assistant out of this side of my life, something had compelled me to invite him today. I was glad that I had because I enjoyed his company. He was one of the few people in the world I trusted implicitly. It had taken three years to get to that point, but I knew he had my best interests at heart.

I turned my attention back to the triad before me. “Is King around?”

Langston’s eyes scanned the area behind me, obviously seeking out his father. “He’s around here somewhere. Probably tryin’ to keep a tight leash on our mother.” Langston looked back at me and grinned. “You know how parents can be. I’m not sure anything is good enough for her boys and our mother’s been flutterin’ around, tryin’ to ensure everything is perfect.”

“Well, someone should tell her she accomplished her goal,” I informed Langston, choosing to slide right over the reference to mothers.

If anyone wanted parental advice, I was the last person they should come to. My own mother had put me up for adoption when she was a whopping fourteen years old. I didn’t know who she was, much less who had sired me. Nor did I care.

A nice couple had adopted me when I was a newborn, but a fire in our home had taken their lives when I was seven. The neighbor had managed to get me out, but by the time he did, the house was fully engulfed. According to the medical examiner, they died of smoke inhalation.

At that point, without any family who could care for me, I ended up back in foster care—where I was obviously destined to be. I spent several years in and out of homes, largely due to my age, along with my inability to behave. When I was fourteen, Rosa and Daniel Singer had come into my life. Although they never officially adopted me, they did foster me through most of my formative years.

While it hadn’t been a childhood grounded in routine or consistency, I couldn’t complain too much. I wasn’t broken in the sense I’d had a shitty childhood, and I damn sure didn’t want anyone’s pity.

However, I did attribute the lack of control to my innate need to be in control now. It was one of the reasons I’d ventured into the realm of BDSM and then practically built my life around it.

I noticed several others lining up, probably hoping to give their congratulations to the threesome. “Well, I should stop monopolizing your time.”

Langston smirked. “You headin’ back to Texas after this?”

“Actually, I’m off to California to meet with my agent.”

Landon cleared his throat. “Official business?”

I met the other man’s curious hazel eyes. “We’ve got a few things to discuss.”

“We’re still considerin’ your proposal,” he admitted quickly.

I shook my head and huffed a laugh. “While I’m a businessman first, today is not for that. We’ll catch up in a couple of weeks when you’re back from your honeymoon.”

Landon nodded, but I could see his reluctance. While I was eager to find out whether or not the partners had come to a decision regarding the proposal I’d made, I wasn’t going to allow that to interfere with the festivities today.

“Well, thank you again for handlin’ the venue,” Landon said, motioning toward our surroundings. “We couldn’t have asked for a better place.”

“Even if I remember specifically tellin’ you we weren’t lookin’ for anything fancy,” Langston tacked on. The significant stress on fancy did not go unnoticed. “I should’ve known how you rich boys work.”

I laughed. With a net worth of 750 million dollars, I could hold my own, sure. However, I happened to know that Langston and his partners weren’t doing too bad in the finance department. In fact, they were in the process of expanding an already outrageously profitable business. Chatter PR Global was officially the third-ranked public relations firm in the world.

Granted, my side ventures were quickly increasing my wealth and I could credit that to good business decisions on my part. Not only was I one of, if not the highest-paid actor in Hollywood, I was also a venture capitalist and I had my hand in many pies. Along with the dozens of start-ups I’d helped fund, I was a silent partner in many things, owned some impressive real estate that was turning nice profits. I’d learned to diversify early on and it had paid off. Even more so since I’d invested in a technology company that was in the process of launching a software platform that would change the way most people did business.

In a word, I was rich. No sense denying it. However, I was also pragmatic.

“I promised you wouldn’t be disappointed, Moore,” I reminded Langston.

“That you did,” he agreed. “You were true to your word.”

Admittedly, this had been the perfect venue for a formal collaring ceremony. In fact, it was a place I’d considered for myself should I ever find a submissive of my own. Unfortunately, at the rate I was going, I wasn’t sure that would ever happen.

“All right,” I told them firmly. “I’m off to see if I can get my assistant to relax a little.”

“Maybe offer him some champagne,” Landon suggested. “Or bourbon.”

I glanced over at Troy. I wasn’t sure any amount of alcohol was going to help.

“Thanks again for comin’,” Langston said.

“My pleasure.” I turned my attention to Luci one last time. “You keep these boys in line.”

“I will, Master Ramsey,” she answered, still slightly bewildered.

With a smile, I turned and ambled away, my gaze landing on my assistant.

Troy Shelton—my personal assistant for the past three years—looked as though he wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Even in spite of that, he was a very attractive man. He took good care of himself, which I found ridiculously appealing. Well-built with his sculpted chest and narrow waist, tall. He filled out a tuxedo nicely.

His shoulder-length, dark brown hair hung loosely in that style that said he didn’t care what it looked like but he spent plenty of time getting it to do what he wanted it to do. His jaw had that purposeful stubble, his cheekbones were high, his nose perfectly proportioned to his face, and his mocha-brown eyes didn’t look tired or strung out. In my world, that was not the norm. Considering my demanding schedule and my equally demanding personality, that was a wonder, really.

The thought made me smile.

There was something inexplicably masculine about him, but underneath, there was something innately submissive.

When a waiter offered champagne, I took two glasses from his tray.

“You all right?” I asked when I approached Troy, handing over one of the glasses.

Uncertain brown eyes flew up to my face as Troy nodded. “Of course, boss.”

I smiled to myself as I scanned the crowd, taking note of the numerous bodyguards strategically placed throughout. While security of this magnitude wasn’t usually necessary at a function such as this, I’d had to come up with a backup plan when word leaked that I was going to be attending today’s ceremony. Luckily, I had friends in high places and it had only taken one phone call to ensure the press wasn’t going to sneak into the party without an invitation.

“By the way, boss, Ken called. Twice. Said he needs an answer.”

I frowned. “Ignore his calls,” I instructed. “I’ll discuss with him in person on Monday.”

“Have you made a decision?” he inquired.

“Yeah,” I told him. I’d known from the beginning of the unnecessary negotiations that I was turning down the part I was being offered. Although the movie would no doubt be a success, I was taking fewer and fewer roles these days for personal reasons. The only person who didn’t seem to get it was my agent.

“Is there anything I can get you?” Troy offered.

Casting a sideways glance his way, I kept my initial response to myself. There was something I wanted from him, but we had a long way to go before we ever got to that place.

“I’m good for now,” I replied. “We’re here to relax, not work.”

“Right, boss.” His eyes widened as a Domme walked by, leading her scantily clad submissive around with a leash.

While Troy was otherwise preoccupied ogling the people around us, I let my gaze trail over him momentarily. I had no idea what I was doing checking him out, but I found something uniquely appealing about the man. Although my mind had been set on one particular woman for so long, I couldn’t deny the fact that I had an overwhelming urge to dominate Troy.

Better yet, both of them together.
At the same time.
For those who knew me, that was an important detail that would come into play one day.

I just had no idea that one day would come quite so soon.

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Wednesday, August 1, 2018

REVIEW TOUR - ENVY by Rachel Van Dyken


From New York Times Bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken, comes ENVY,a new novella in her Eagle Elite Series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure to grab your copy today!

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes a new story in her Eagle Elite series…
Every family has rules, the mafia just has more….
Do not speak to the bosses unless spoken to.
Do not make eye contact unless you want to die.
And above all else, do not fall in love.
Renee Cassani’s future is set.
Her betrothal is set.
Her life, after nannying for the five families for the summer, is set
Somebody should have told Vic Colezan that.
He’s a man who doesn’t take no for an answer.
And he only wants one thing.
Her.
Somebody should have told Renee that her bodyguard needed as much discipline as the kids she was nannying.
Good thing Vic has a firm hand.



REVIEW:

I am a HUGE fan of Rachel and I am obsessed with this series. Vic was a man of few words in Eulogy, yet he revealed himself in Envy. I LOVED the connection between he and Renee. Vic set his sights on her and he would stop at nothing till he had her underneath of him. When her life is at risk, Vic will stop at nothing to keep her safe.  I loved seeing all of my favorite Mafia men, and Chase of course had me laughing as I turned the pages.  Although this is listed as a Novella, you are not slighted and Rachel delivers a their story in detail. Rachel sure knows how to take you on a ride that you do not want to get of. 






EXCERPT:

Heat wrapped itself around my body. It soothed my soul. I think I took my first deep breath in those seconds, my first big exhale, followed by another deep breath. I pressed my hand against the heat, and came into contact with a hard chest. I didn’t even care that it was the chest of my father’s murderer.
I was sick.
Sick that my murderer made me well.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and breathed him in. We were walking. I didn’t want to spoil the moment by speaking, so I kept my eyes closed, my voice silent as he walked and walked some more.
A door opened and closed.
It smelled like cigars and Christmas spices.
Gently, I was being set down. My body came into contact with something deliciously soft, and it wrapped around me.
And then whatever I was on moved, dipped under the weight of the one carrying me. Maybe if I just kept my eyes closed I could imagine that it was Vic without the word murderer hanging over his head like a blazing red sign.
Maybe I could give in to the fantasy that he was just a guy, I was just a girl. Spending the night in each other’s arms, using each other’s heat for energy.
Blankets were piled over my body, pushing me into the mattress with their weight. And then bulky arms pulled me back against the rock-hard chest again.
“Sleep.” His voice carried like a gunshot in the dark; it was a harsh whisper, a command I wasn’t allowed to say no to. Sometimes, you just need to be forced into rest—and when he’d walked in, I’d been tossing and turning in that stupid chair trying to get comfortable for hours.
But now? Now my body was heavy. My mind was silent.
“Did you kill anyone tonight?” I asked the dreaded question. I wanted to know if the hands that were holding me were hands that had washed off blood. I’d tortured myself with ideas of what he was really going to do tonight. Tortured myself with visions of my dad’s face begging for death.
His body was rigid as he bit out, “No, Renee. I didn’t kill anyone tonight.”
“Are you going to kill anyone tomorrow?”
He sighed. “Well, it is a Friday, those are my favorite days to take a life. What do you think?”
I smiled even though it wasn’t funny. “Sorry, stupid question.”
“Which earned an equally stupid answer.”
“Hey, Vic?” I turned to face him. His eyes were so bright in the darkness that it startled me a bit before I could gather my thoughts. “Did he really beg you?”
“Don’t make me talk about it. Not now. Not when you’re tired and upset. Not when you look at me like you’re disappointed. I can handle a lot of things, Renee, your disappointment in me is not one of them.”

I nodded. “I don’t want to be.”










About Rachel Van Dyken:

Rachel Van Dyken is the New York TimesWall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!