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Retaliate (Sin City Outlaws Book 3) by M.N. Forgy is
Being the Vice President of the Sin City Outlaws Motorcycle Club comes with its perks.
Respect, power, and easy women whenever I want. I have control in everything I do.
Because of that, I wasn’t expecting my president to put me on babysitting duty, and on a female cop of all fucking people. I kill law enforcement, not protect them.
Alessandra pretends to be the good-guy hiding behind that shiny badge. But I see the darkness dancing in her eyes, and it draws me to her in the worst way. I want to devour that act of innocence, pull her over the line of justice, and into my bed.
“So, you came here to what, let loose?” I ask suggestively, lust hanging from the tip of my tongue.
She looks up through hooded eyes, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
Taking a small step, I invade her space. Using my finger, I tuck it firmly under her chin making her look me in the eyes. God, she’s so fucking soft to touch, my hands itch to take advantage of her body and soul. That’s what I do, I devour innocent women, and scar their souls to the point they’re damaged goods.
“Were you going to fuck one of my men tonight, Alessandra?” I ask hastily.
Her throat bobs as she swallows, fire igniting her eyes as she pulls away. She’s a pistol and not the kind you love and shine every day with care. More like the kind you’re scared to use because it may backfire on you at any minute.
“So what if I was? Why do you care?” She raises a challenging brow, her voice sharp. A burning sensation combusts in my chest thinking about her riding one of my guy’s dicks.
“I forbid you to open your legs to any of my brothers, do you understand?” My rash decision comes from an unknown place. An insatiable hunger beading at the tip of my dick.
Her jaw drops, and her hands curl into fists.
“Who do you think you are to dictate who I screw?” she scowls.
My temples pound with annoyance and anger, done with this back and forth.
Leaning down my lips a hair’s length away from her face, I intimidate her to the point she looks away and purses her lips.
“Maybe you didn’t get the memo, Blue Bird, but now that Zeek is playing daddy… I run this fucking city. Therefore, I say who you fuck, and don’t fuck.”
Her chocolate eyes snap to mine, and I know I have her full attention. Which I want, I want her to look at me, to really see me. All of me.
M.N. Forgy’s Sin City Outlaws series is such a dark, raw and dirty series. And Retaliate definitely lives up to this!
Retaliate is the third book in the series and while it builds on some of the backstory that you learned in the first two books, if you pick up the series here you can most certainly read this one as a standalone.
In Retaliate we have the MC and cops once again crossing paths as Felix and Alessandra are thrown together. And their chemistry is definitely off the charts — no matter if it is welcome or not. The way that they were put in each others path was unconventional… but so definitely needed. These two are just too perfect for each other — even though it takes a while for them to see it. They compliment each other so well. Alessandra is a cop that doesn’t always play by the rules… she likes to see results and that things work out fair — so she just may take things into her own hands from time to time. She is a strong woman that doesn’t back down from a fight and the more that we learn about her and her past the more we understand, just why that is. Felix can seem like a heartless, scary badass. But the more we see him around Alessandra the more you see it just takes the right person to bring out the heart in the brooding alpha.
The drama and action in this book seriously just did not stop. And the backstory added a layer of darkness that… damn, I just don’t have words for. It was dark. It was beyond disturbing. Really, I don’t even want to think about it. But, you know what? I could NOT put that book down. GAHHHH. I needed to know how it would all play out. And damn, if I don’t want to dive back into this dark disturbing world for more!
If you love some dark and gritty MC, then you will not want to miss out on this!
I received a complimentary copy of Retaliate.
About the Author
M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.
The Gravity of Us, an all-new gripping and emotional standalone from Brittainy C. Cherry is available now!
The Gravity of Us by Brittainy C. Cherry
Release Date: April 13th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Quirkybird Designs
Graham Russell and I weren’t made for one another.
I was driven by emotion; he was apathetic. I dreamed while he lived in nightmares. I cried when he had no tears to shed.
Despite his frozen heart and my readiness to run, we sometimes shared seconds. Seconds when our eyes locked and we saw each other’s secrets. Seconds when his lips tasted my fears, and I breathed in his pains. Seconds when we both imagined what it would be like to love one another.
Those seconds left us floating, but when reality knocked us sideways, gravity forced us to descend.
Graham Russell wasn’t a man who knew how to love, and I wasn’t a woman who knew how to either. Yet if I had the chance to fall again, I’d fall with him forever.
Even if we were destined to crash against solid ground.
We didn’t know how to act with one another after our first kiss. Our situation wasn’t the norm when it came to building a relationship. We did everything backward. I fell in love with a boy before our first kiss, and he fell for a girl who he wasn’t allowed to have. Our connection, our heartbeats, matched one another in our fairytale world, but in reality, society deemed us as an awful accident.
Maybe we were an accident—a mistake.
Maybe we were never supposed to cross each other’s paths.
Maybe he was only meant to be a lesson in life and not a permanent mark.
But still, the way he kissed me…
Our kiss was as if heaven and hell collided together, and each choice was right and wrong at the same exact time. We kissed as if we were making a mistake and the best decision all at once. His lips made me float higher, yet somehow descend. His breaths somehow made my heart beat faster as it came to a complete halt.
Our love was everything good and bad wrapped in one kiss.
A part of me knew I should’ve regretted it, but the way his lips warmed up the cold shadows of my soul…the way he left his mark on me…
I’d never regret finding him, holding him, even if we only had those few seconds as one.
He’d always be worth those tiny seconds we shared.
He’d always be worth that soul-connecting feeling we created when our lips touched.
He’d always be the one I spent my nights dreaming of being near.
He’d always be worth it to me.
Sometimes when your heart wanted a full-length novel, the world only gave you a novella, and sometimes when you wanted forever you only had those few seconds of now.
And all I could do, all anyone could ever do, was make each moment count.
After we went home that night, we didn’t talk about it at all. Not the following week, either. I focused on Talon. Graham worked on his novel. I believed both of us were waiting for the right time to come up for us to speak about it, but that was the tricky thing about timing: it was never right.
Sometimes you just had to leap and hope you didn’t fall.
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Wow! I am just not even sure what to say about Brittainy C Cherry’s The Gravity of Us. This is a book that took me on an emotional ride and had me holding my breath from the very first page.
The Gravity of Us is the story of opposites attract. We often use this expression and mean it loosely — but this saying could never be more true when using it with Graham and Lucy. Lucy is completely free with her emotions. She feels and feels openly and deeply. She is free spirited… kinda “hippie weirdo” sorta gal. Graham is completely closed off. He is cold and shows no feelings at all. The wall that he built around his broken self, keeps him from feeling anything — it is really kind of heartbreaking.
But you know what? When they come together — magic just happens. It isn’t easy. It is rocky. It is heartbreaking. But it is also REAL. It is relatable. And it just rings true. And I wasn’t able to tear my eyes away from it. Even when it was hard to watch. It was beautiful to watch their friendship build. And I was hoping and rooting for more. Even when that more seemed impossible and even sometimes almost forbidden.
This book warmed my heart. It helped to remind me that there is always a reason behind the things that happen to us. MAKTUB. Even if things hurt us. Even if things don’t turn out the way we were hoping and wishing there is a reason. This is how I like to live my life. I try, like Lucy, to find the happiness and joy in things and not to dwell on all the misery. I like to keep moving forward (not that I am as free-spirited as she is!) But sometimes it is hard to always grasp and hold onto all that happiness and just like there were times in Lucy’s life that she struggled, these last few weeks I’ve had mine! So this book came at such a great time!
So yes, I highly recommend The Gravity of Us. You will want to carve out your day so you can lose yourself in the beauty of these words.
I received a complimentary copy of The Gravity of Us.
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“I bet I can untangle you.”
At an airport baggage claim, Penny Darling looks up from her knotted mess of ear buds to find the sexiest hunk of man she’s ever seen. He’s got a military haircut, a scar through his eyebrow, and he’s rocking a pastel pink dress shirt like only a real man can. But Penny is on a man-free diet so she leaves the airport without succumbing to his delicious double-entendres…or his dreamy dimples.
PI Russ Macklin can’t take his eyes off Penny. As she sashays out of the airport with hips swaying and curls bouncing, he suspects they may share more than just sweltering chemistry. That suitcase she’s rolling along behind her? It looks a lot like his.
Because it is.
When he tracks her down, he holds her bag hostage in exchange for a date. Their night begins with margaritas and ends in urgent care, and Russ proves that Cosmo’s theory about a very particular type of orgasm was oh-so-wrong.
In Penny, Russ finds a small-town sweetheart with a very naughty side. For the first time ever, he’s thinking about picket fences. Penny finds in Russ a loving, caring man who understands the power of massaging showerheads.
But Russ is only in Port Flamingo for a week. They agree it’ll be a fling and nothing more. Because really, they can’t fall ass-over-teakettle in love just like that…
99k words. HEA. Dual POV. No cheating.
Featuring a big drooly dog named Guppy.
I grab a random black dress off the rack and dash into the second changing room. As I shut the door, I hear Maisie saying something like, “Boy, I sure could use some help with all these sunglasses, ahem-ahem.” But I ignore it. As the rustling next door continues, I unfasten the knot on my sundress and let it fall from my shoulders, so I’m standing in my bra and panties in front of the very unflattering full-length mirror. I’m hoping it’s unflattering. It damned well better be unflattering. But then I notice a very faint bruise on my hip, in exactly the pattern of his fingers as he gripped me last night. I slide my fingertips along it and turn to warm caramel inside.
“What kind of movie is it?” I ask him as I finagle my hands through the spaghetti straps above my head and tug the new dress down over my body. It’s a size too small and hugs me like shrink-wrap.
“Romantic comedy.” His zipper slides up. “Workplace romance.”
I shimmy into the dress and stare at my reflection. There are times in my life when I am acutely aware of that devil-angel-shoulder situation, and this is one of them. Looking at myself in the mirror, and I can almost see the two of them in position. The devil is a real vixen. Combat boots, and a raspy, sultry voice. No bullshit and a very respectable smoky eyeliner. She likes her music feminist and her tequila straight. On the other shoulder sits the angel. She’s a dead-ringer for my fourth-grade librarian. She smells like mothballs, her lipstick flakes off when she talks, and she’s big into smooth jazz. I hate her. Also, she’s pretty much always exactly right. Double-demerit.
The angel says, “Penelope Eloise Darling. Why can’t you find yourself a nice man with a steady job? That eHarmony questionnaire doesn’t take that long. Just think: you could find a nice Baptist minister in Tallahassee! At least you’d live in the same state!”
I suck in my stomach so hard that I feel dizzy, and try to pull up my zipper. Not even close. I cinch the fabric shut with one hand, suck in harder, and give it a yank. It bites into me, and I stretch the dress to the side as far as I can, testing the tensile strength of 1% spandex to its limit.
The devil takes out her hip flask and downs a pull of tequila while she considers her black nail polish. “Fuck that noise, Pen. You want him, take him. Boom. Done.”
The zipper finally cooperates. I don’t even look like myself, this thing is so tight. I spin slightly and look at my ass, over my shoulder.
Which is when the door squeaks open. I fully expect it to be Maisie, brandishing her Kindle and saying something like, “I knew I’d seen that jawline before,” but it isn’t. It’s him.
“Oh, fuck. Sorry, I thought this was my…” He trails off.
The desire ricochets between us like a pinball trapped at the bottom of an arcade machine. He’s in shorts that fit him like a glove, and a soft navy T-shirt, with a vintage Pac-Man logo, washed out and faded. And he’s found a hat, like a super-stylish baseball hat with mesh on the back. Plus, flip-flops.
I thought he was handsome before, but this, this… Casual, and carefree, and look at those shoulders. Peeking out from the sleeve of the T-shirt is the bottom edge of his tattoo on the curve of his massive bicep.
Here lies Penelope Darling, who died of a swoon.
He lets out a breathy, quiet whistle. “I’m buying that for you.”
The way he talks, that dominance, makes me feel like I’m some new but treasured thing. I’m not used to it, but one thing is for sure: I like it. Except even in my haze, it’s the angel that answers first. “No, no, no. I’ll never wear it.”
“I don’t care.”
Frivolous retail purchases especially for me? “We…should get to work.”
His eyes move up and down over me again so deliciously slowly that I feel a shiver up my spine. “I’ll show you getting to work.” He takes a step toward me, and runs his hand up the side of my dress.
I grab ahold of the hanger rack behind me as my knees start to get a little wobbly. “I’ll take you to the boardwalk first. Rides. Ball-and-hammer. Funnel cakes.” He’s reducing me to bullet points. I can’t even string two nouns and a verb.
He pulls his hand away with a frustrated grunt. “Fine. But I’m buying it for you. No arguments. Got it?” he says finally, and then heads back to his changing room.
The devil turns to the angel, who’s got her lips in a tight, prudish line. But the devil? She gives zero fucks, and she raises her hip flask to me. “Here’s to romantic comedy.”
Toodles, Man Wagon.
I know it is a little too early for that perfect beach read… but this would be it! But you know what it isn’t too early for? That book you want to escape outside into the beautiful sunshine all by yourself — soak up some rays and leave everything else behind you. And really Nicola Rendell’s writing is so HOT that you want to be alone and secluded when you are reading this (or maybe have a loved one close at hand 😉 )
I absolutely fell in love with Penny & Russ — both as individuals and together. Oh and I can’t forget that big, slobbery dog, Guppy… and I’mm not even a pet person — don’t kill me, I’m allergic! The quirks and situations that came up just made them so endearing. It wasn’t that slicked up, glamorous love story. It was small town life at its finest. A one-week fling that threw them both for a loop when their undeniable chemistry turned into so much more.
It is hard to explain just how fab this book is. It is one of those books that is just an EASY READ. Yes there us some drama and conflict in it… I mean there always has to be some, right? But the book has that perfect amount of smart, witty banter. The sexy times are just done so right and off the charts. Like, I’m telling you — Nicola Rendell should definitely be on your auto-buy list for HAF books! The characters (even those side ones) are quirky and fun and standout they are not ones that you will soon forget. They will leave you with a huge smile on your face after you swipe that last page.
Just Like That is one that I more than recommend you shouldn’t think twice before you click this baby!
I received a complimentary copy of Just Like That.
Faking It, an all-new sexy and romantic standalone by Carly Phillips & Erika Wilde is available now!!
by Carly Phillips and Erika Wilde
Publication Date: April 11th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Confirmed bachelor Max Sterling isn’t into rescuing damsels in distress, but when the very tempting Hailey Ellison needs his help, there’s only one thing for him to do. Step in and pose as her loving fiancé. Except there is nothing fake about his attraction to her, or how much he wants her beneath him in his bed, moaning his name. But what starts as a sexy, flirty, temporary engagement, quickly becomes something more serious that neither one ever anticipated.
Max was going straight to hell for lusting after another man’s fiancée. He was absolutely sure of it.
As he followed Hailey out of the three story building she was about to purchase, he berated himself for allowing his attraction to this engaged woman to obliterate any self-control he’d had over his physical response to her. Just because he’d had her soft, curvy body pressed intimately against his a few minutes ago—okay, plastered against him would be a more apt description—it was no excuse for his unruly dick to leap to immediate attention.
Yeah, bad choice of words, but leap it did, without his goddamn permission and before he could fully process what was happening—beyond the instantaneous knowledge that Hailey Ellison fit against his body as if she’d been created specifically for him to fuck. In a matter of seconds, the surge of heat and awareness brought on by having her full, lush breasts crushing against his chest, and her hips aligned so perfectly to his, had his cock perking up and responding to all that physical stimulation.
God, he was such an asshole. It wasn’t enough that he’d gotten a boner, but in that brief moment he’d imagined what it would be like to take the embrace one or two steps further. To back her up against the nearest wall and slide one hand beneath the hem of her very prim and proper black skirt that hugged her hips and flared out around her knees. To wrap that thick, silky looking hair of hers around his other fist to pull her head back so his mouth would have unobstructed access to the creamy expanse of her throat, while his fingers slipped beneath the edge of her panties and touched her intimately, deeply.
See? He was totally going to hell.
Regretfully, and out of respect, he’d pushed her away. Because it was the right thing to do and the last thing he wanted was for her to realize his dick was hard. But mostly, he’d ended the embrace—no matter how innocent she’d believed the gesture was—because he had absolutely no business coveting another man’s fiancée.
Yet, as she walked a few steps ahead of him, his disobedient gaze strayed from all that luxurious hair tumbling down her back and traced along the indentation of her waist. He shamelessly watched the mesmerizing sway of her hips, the perfect curve of her ass that made his palms itch to grab, caress, and smack just hard enough to make her gasp, then moan . . .
Jesus, Christ, he thought with a firm shake of his head. What was he? A goddamn hormonal teenager who had no discipline when it came to a girl he was attracted to? It certainly felt that way, and he needed to get his shit together, like now.
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Carly Phillips and Erika Wilde turn out fabulously sexy contemporary romances and Faking It is no exception.
Hailey Ellison is looking for that perfect piece of real estate to expand her matchmaking business. Max Sterling is the sexy as sin bachelor who has been working his tail off trying to find a property that will exceed all of her expectations. There s just one itty bitty snag. He thinks she is engaged — after all she HAS been wearing a big ol’ engagement ring. And she may have been telling everyone she is in fact engaged when she is not! And the man she is supposedly engaged to — Max Sterling! And get this he ends up finding out! EEEK! Cue awkwardness. And… ummm… let’s add in that they are both (secretly) incredibly attracted to each other!!! Now — cue FAKE engagement!
This book is sexy and sweet and a great book to just lose yourself in. You can just feel the chemistry and electricity between Max and Hailey. And what truly endeared them to me was that they felt real. Neither of them was perfect and they didn’t try to be. They didn’t see themselves as perfect… but they saw the OTHER as perfect for them. And isn’t THAT what we are all looking for. I loved how I gobbled this story up.
I highly recommend this one — no faking about it!
I received a complimentary copy of Faking It.
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Carly Phillips is the N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels, including the Indie published, Dare to Love Series. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers.
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Erika Wilde (aka Janelle Denison) is the USA Today bestselling author of over 50 contemporary romances for multiple print publishers.
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I met Bianca in an elevator.
She was on her way to interview me when we got stuck.
The beautiful, raven-haired reporter assumed I was a delivery guy because of the way I was dressed.
She had no clue I was really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she’d dubbed “Mister Moneybags”—her afternoon appointment.
Bianca told me how much she hated Dex’s type—snobby, over educated, silver- spooned men who didn’t appreciate the simple things in life.
So, after the elevator finally started moving again, I cancelled the interview and let her believe I was someone I wasn’t—a bike messenger named Jay. I loved the way she looked at the fake me and didn’t want it to end.
I began dating her as “Jay”—all the while letting her interview the real me over email.
I didn’t expect that our chemistry online would be just as hot.
I didn’t expect the mess I’d gotten myself into.
I didn’t expect that Jay and Dex would fall in love with her.
And she was falling for two men.
Only, both men were me.
And when she found out, we were both going to lose her.
Nothing could have prepared me for that day. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for what came after.
All good things must come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.
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So you know when you get a book from this writing duet, Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward you are going to be entertained, so it isn’t going to be any huge shock that Mister Moneybags was a fabulous read! It has great banter, emotion and you will SWOON for Dex!
So there are often times when I review a book that I say I don’t want to say too much because I don’t want to give away what is going to happen in the book. And this is one o those times. Now you may laugh this time — especially if you have read the blurb for the book. You are sitting there thinking… don’t I already know everything that is about to enfold? They laid out just about the whole story for me… Really they only asked one question, and that just must be for effect! There aren’t any real surprises waiting for me. Well HA!
This story had twists and turns I just NEVER saw coming! Some will make you squirm 😉 and think and just… well ponder what would you do??? The book is full of sweet romance, delicious banter and things that had me smiling. I kept wondering what will happen??? Not what will happen in the way you think when you are reading a Suspense novel but how will this turn out? Will they work it all out? I so wanted the HEA because I was THAT in love with them. I loved the bond they formed. The relationship they were forging and even through my smiles a piece of my heart as hurting d scared that it may not work out — I was THAT invested!
I couldn’t recommend this story more! I promise that you will swoon for Dex as hard as I did!
I received a complimentary copy of Mister Moneybags.
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twelve languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a fifteen-time New York Times bestseller of twelve novels.
Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
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Other books from Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland
Other books from Vi Keeland
Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)
First Thing I See
Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book One)
Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)
Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series, Book Three)
The Cole Series (2 book serial)
Belong to You (Cole Series, Book One)
Made for You (Cole Series, Book Two)
Other books from Penelope Ward
Sins of Sevin
Jake Undone (Jake #1)
Jake Understood (Jake #2)