ARC Review! Lost In Bliss By Lexi Blake Writing As Sophie Oak

Re-released in a second edition with new content. 

Laura Niles walked out the door and never looked back. As she left Washington, DC, her career was in ruins and her love life decimated. Her desperate flight eventually led her to Bliss, Colorado, where she managed to find a new home and a little peace. That will have to be enough because Laura cannot imagine finding happiness without the men she left behind.

For five years, Rafe Kincaid and Cameron Briggs have searched for the only woman they ever loved. When she disappeared, everything became crystal clear. For one night, everything had been perfect and instead of embracing what they had found, they let it all slip away. They had let worries about their FBI careers and what others might think destroy the most precious gift they had ever been given. Now they have finally tracked her down, and they want answers.

Laura is shocked when her former loves show up in her new home. When the full force of the FBI arrives with them, Laura knows that the quirky little town is in for a rough ride. The killer that ruined her life has been watching and waiting for the opportunity to strike again. For Rafe, Cam, and Laura it’s time for second chances — to stop a monster, and to reclaim everything they lost.

Lost In Bliss is the fourth book in the Nights In Bliss series and while I know I had read it previously for some reason I had forgotten a lot of the story. For that reason, alone I am glad this series is being reissued because it helps me remember some of my favorite books from years ago. Lost In Bliss was emotional, had the perfect balance of action and drama, and of course some smoking hot sex scenes that about set my kindle on fire.

Rafe, Cam, and Laura used to work together in the FBI until she was fired and Rafe and Cam didn’t have her back. Sigh, stupid men . A horrible thing happens to her and it changes her forever. She leaves and starts a new life in Bliss, not knowing that both Rafe and Cam have been searching for her ever since. They knew they screwed up but is it too little too late to win back the woman they love? Well I won’t tell you because you have to read the book to find out but be prepared to be on the edge of your seat one minute and hot and horny the next when these three are together.

If you have not given this series a try and like ménage romances then trust me you will want to grab all of these books and get to reading. I am already craving the next book and can’t wait to read more.

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Release Blitz! Blue By K. Nilsson

He was a mistake.

Rookie Private Investigator Devyn Foster knows the pain of losing a family.  It’s what fuels her determination to resolve the cases she’s assigned.

Her latest is finding a missing computer whiz who vanishes while working on a secret project for a tech company.

Things get complicated when a one-night stand with a devilishly handsome man becomes her biggest regret and distracts her from the case.  The wild night set in her mind leaves her in an emotional spiral…

Will she cross paths with this enigmatic man again, who would sap her composure and divert her focus on the job?

Blue is the first book in The Carson Trilogy and sadly this one just didn’t work for me as I had hoped that it would. Maybe it was my mood when I read this or maybe it was the book but it fell flat to me, the characters were one dimensional and I could not connect with them unfortunately. I so badly wanted to like Blue, I really did, but I did not. As always form your own opinion because what didn’t work for me, may work for you. 

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Release Blitz! Confess By A. Zavarelli

Lucian

A life free from sin.

For seventeen years, I have lived and breathed those words. But there is no balm to the war inside my soul.

Until her.

The mysterious beauty too lethal to taste. She’s a thief, a con, the essence of everything I loathe. Still, she lures me in with her lying eyes.

In the dark of night, she came to confess her sins, and in the light of morning, I plotted to steal her away.

She will be my ruination. My damnation. My biggest regret.

So help me, God.

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Gypsy

A word of advice? Don’t show me your vulnerabilities because I will find a way to exploit them. I learned the hard way to take what I want from life with no regrets.

Until him.

He’s one of the most hated men in America. A soulless criminal attorney. A recluse. And as of five minutes ago, my new husband.

He wants to keep my secrets and collect my tears, but he should know that a wild animal can’t be domesticated.

I don’t know how to love men. I only know how to leave them.

With everything I want. 

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I walked into my office and found the tall, leggy brunette waiting for me. She wasn’t the only one either. Beside her, Ace played around on his phone while Birdie flipped through a magazine. I wasn’t surprised to see her this soon. In all honesty, I’d expected her to show up at my door last night, demanding to have Ace removed from her presence. But it appeared as though they survived the night, just barely. “May I have a word with you?” Gypsy asked. “You may,” I told her as I checked my watch. “In thirty minutes. When my lunch is finished.” Her eyes narrowed, and she planted her hands on her hips as she stood. “You must be joking.” “I don’t joke,” I responded flatly. She stalked forward, stopping only when she’d breached the narrow distance that few people ever dared to try with me. She was reverting to her baser skills of seduction, but I doubted she even realized it. The instinct came naturally to her, often rewarding her with whatever she wanted, and admittedly, it might have worked on me too once. She smelled of coconut oil and sunshine, and it encouraged a vivid image of her lying out on the beach. I could almost bet that if I were to touch her skin, it would be warm too. So warm that it would be easy to get lost in. She probably counted on it, but I was prepared to let Gypsy know from the start how this game would be played. There were only one set of rules, and they were mine. “Do you want me to throw a fit?” she threatened as her eyes darted around my office. “Because I will.” Now that was funny. My lips tilted despite my resolve to remain dry as toast. “Do you think it would be the first time someone threw a fit in here?” I asked her. “I’m sorry to tell you sweetheart, but it wouldn’t.” “It would probably be the first time someone accused you of holding them hostage in front of your employees.” I turned and gestured for her to go ahead. “Be my guest.” Her lips tightened, and she clamped down on her jaw. After watching her for so long, these unintelligent threats from her were a disappointment. Of course, she wouldn’t make a scene because she had more to lose than I did. “Thirty minutes,” I repeated. “I’ll have my secretary call for you when I’m finished.” I walked into my office and shut the door behind me.

A. Zavarelli is a book junkie, cat lover, and traveler when plagued by intense cases of wanderlust. She likes all things chocolate, books that come with warnings, and putting her characters through hell. 

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Release Blitz! Strong By Kylie Scott

   From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kylie Scott comes a new story in her Stage Dive series… When the girl of your dreams is kind of a nightmare. As head of security to Stage Dive, one of the biggest rock bands in the world, Sam Knowles has plenty of experience dealing with trouble. But spoilt brat Martha Nicholson just might be the worst thing he’s ever encountered. The beautiful troublemaker claims to have reformed, but Sam knows better than to think with what’s in his pants. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to make his heart fall into line. Martha’s had her sights on the seriously built bodyguard for years. Quiet and conservative, he’s not even remotely her type. So why the hell can’t she get him out of her mind? There’s more to her than the Louboutin wearing party-girl of previous years, however. Maybe it’s time to let him in on that fact and deal with this thing between them. **Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**    

If you are a fan of the Stage Dive series then you KNOW that Martha is not someone you would think you would want a book about, because she was well, she was a conniving bitch.  Now I love this series, so I will always want more from my favorite band and their women. I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to love Martha but I did! We learn more about her in Strong, and I am so glad that she got a book.

Remember Sam? The bands personal security? Well let’s just say he takes to protecting Martha’s body in a very up and personal way. I love him for her. He helps balance her and smooths out some of her rough edges. Stage Dive is a family, and Martha is part of that family even when some may still have feelings of resentment I liked how old wounds are healed and new friendships are formed.

Now it maybe the book whore in me but I hope that Ms. Scott writes more books for the Stage Dive series, I have missed the guys, the banter, the family, just everything. Strong is a must read for Stage Dive fans, and if you haven’t read the series before I hope you start at the beginning because you will understand more about why there is so much animosity towards Martha at times. 

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      “I don’t believe this,” I bitched. “My Valentino boots are actually sticking to the floor. That’s how gross this place is.” Lizzy just smiled. “Told you to dress casual.” “I am.” The smile widened. “Jeans and a tee is casual.” “A tee? It’s velvet, Martha.” She held a bottle of beer up to her lips, taking a sip. “I said we were going to a dive bar. You have only yourself to blame for the fashion faux pas.” “But velvet is in!” “Would you two quit talking? I’m trying to listen,” said my brother, Ben. The big hairy idiot was slouched back in his chair, bopping his head in time to the music. Lizzy shuffled closer all conspiratorial-like. “I know why you’re all dressed up.” I said nothing. There was nothing to be said. Next her gaze went to the man standing at the end of the bar across from us. No, no, I would not turn my head. I would not fall prey to her bullshit. After all, I’d managed to successfully avoid him for the forty-eight or so hours since my not so triumphant surprise return to the West Coast. Even with us both being in the same house. A very big sprawling house, but still. On the other hand, it should probably be mentioned that he looked awfully good tonight in jeans and a white T-shirt with a leather jacket. Samuel Rhodes, otherwise known as Sam. Not a pretty man with his harsh features and bull-like neck, but something about him appealed to me. As always, his head was shaved and his body was built and my idiot fingers itched to explore. Okay. So I guess at some point I must have turned my head. And shit, he caught me looking. The corner of his lips rose just a little, just enough to mess with me, before he returned to doing his job by casually surveying the packed room. My heart did not speed up due to anything done by him. Clearly, I hadn’t totally caught my breath from when we’d walked in half an hour ago or something. That was all. Interesting to note, he did none of the checking me out typical of a heterosexual male who might have been into me. In fact, he didn’t really give me any signals at all. Ever. 
        

 

    Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/ FACEBOOK | FACEBOOK FAN GROUP | TWITTER | INSTAGRAM | GOODREADS

Release Blitz! Beast By SC Daiko

I’ve been sold by my own father to a beast.

Gleb Sokolov is the definition of a savage.

He’s an animal in bed and everywhere else.

A notorious Russian mobster, badass personified.

And my father just sold me to him, to pay off a debt.

But there’s something Gleb doesn’t know… we have a son,

and I’ll do anything to keep him from finding out.

Eva Petrenko.

Sassy, secretive, trouble with a capital T.

She drives me fucking insane.

Except, when her father offers her to me, I find I can’t resist.

She belongs with me, even if she refuses to believe it.

Eva hates me, but I’ll go to the ends of the earth to protect her.

Problem is, Eva’s father isn’t the only one with debts…

and mine are the kind I’ll need to pay with my own blood.

I am having a hard time with how I felt about Beast. On one hand it is the kind of book that I normally love, but on the other I had a very hard time connecting with Eva and Gleb. The animosity that she felt towards Gleb really was unnecessary and while I feel for what happened to her, it takes two to tango and she never seemed to get that in her head. Gleb was called the Beast but for me he seemed tame and never truly showed the reason why he was so feared. When I read a dark romance that is what I expect, a dark romance and I am not sure if Beast hits that mark for me or not. I am not saying that it is a bad book, because it’s not, but I just wanted more from it.

Without warning, my head starts to spin. Shit, I shouldn’t have drunk that cocktail so fast. I can’t see any signs indicating the bathroom. Maybe I can escape for a few minutes behind one of these doors? I’m not that desperate to pee, just need somewhere peaceful to sit and wait for my brain to clear.

I step into an office unlike any I’ve been in before. Ritzy, with an executive desk in the center that’s the size of my bed at home. My eyes are immediately drawn to a stack of banknotes on top of the shiny surface. I tiptoe across the room.

Wow, it’s a pile of one-hundred-dollar bills.

I pick one up to examine it.

Surely these can’t be real?

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” a baritone voice booms.

The air around me compresses, and I spin around.

A man in a tux is standing in the doorway, piercing blue eyes glowering at me. He’s so big his shoulders nearly meet the doorjambs.

And he’s drawn a fucking gun on me!

“I was looking for the bathroom.” I drop the money back onto the table, my heartbeat thudding in my ears.

Blue Eyes paces up to me, holsters his firearm and grabs my wrist. “Who sent you to snoop?” His English is good, but I detect a familiar intonation. “Was it Vadim Rayt?” he adds.

“No one sent me,” I blurt out in Russian. “I’m telling the truth.”

I try to squirm out of Blue Eyes’ hold, but he pulls me against his rock-hard chest, towering above me and invading my senses with his spicy sandalwood cologne.

“Let me go.” I struggle and aim a kick at his shin.

His laugh is scornful. “Not before you give me a better explanation.”

I bite my bottom lip, trying to come up with something. “I just needed some time out.”

“Time out? You’ve got to be kidding. The only women who come in here on their own are hookers. High-class hookers who bribe the doorman.” His gaze roves over my body. “Either you’re a whore or a spy. Which one is it?”

An idea occurs to me. How I can get out of this situation. “I’m a hooker,” my voice purrs.

I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I’ve never been so blatant… like ever. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Once I’ve gotten his pants down around his legs I’ll make a run for it. I reach for his belt buckle with my free hand.

With a groan he lets go my wrist and pushes me to my knees. “You better be good.”

I’ve never given a blow-job in my life. It wasn’t something I felt I could offer my ex, the only boyfriend I’ve ever had.

But I’m not gonna suck Blue Eyes off, am I?

This is only a means to an end.

I pull down his suit pants, and he releases his monster cock himself. Oh. My. God. There’s a ring-style piercing at the tip. Is that what they call a Prince Albert? I stare at it, fascinated.

“Like what you see, Kotenok?”

Somehow, I don’t mind being called kitten by him.

Mistake, Eva.

Big mistake.

Focus on the task at hand… You need to get out of here.

I jump to my feet and prepare to run.

But he grabs me by the hair, yanking me against him. “Oh, yes, you are good, little slut. But not as good as you think you are. Time you learned a lesson.”

He steps out of his pants and drags me over to his executive chair.

“What are you doing?” I yelp.

“Punishing you for attempting a fast one. I’m going to spank your ass.”

“And then you’ll let me go.” It’s more a statement than a question.

“One step at a time, Kitten. First, I will punish you… then we negotiate.”

SC Daiko, aka Siobhan (pronounced Shivawn), is an award-winning, international bestselling contemporary romance author. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats.

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