Daniella Bound by Jake Malden with my review


Daniella Bound by Jake Malden

Daniella Blanchard is enjoying a romantic interlude with the handsome Eric Lehane, when he makes the suggestion – an interlude on a summer’s afternoon involving ropes, a blindfold and a waiting chair. Only when bound and helpless, subjected to an intense game of sexual tease and denial, does the student begin to suspect her lover’s wicked ulterior motives in their relationship. But Daniella is no meek submissive and she has secrets of her own, which will take Eric by storm. One scorching twist follows another in what becomes a weekend-long struggle of body and mind for sexual supremacy. Who will come out on top in this explosively erotic contest – Eric, Daniella, or sheer all-consuming passion?

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Just a taste of Daniella Bound...

He leaned back in his chair, mind flooding with sweet recollections …

Daniella’s orgasm‐deprived body racked with pleasure as his fingers plunged inside her.

The clutch of her contracting pussy on his cock as he boned her hard from the rear, her limbs bound by rope and her soul by sweet lust. Those wild, full‐throated cries that filled his house, as her anger gave way to ecstasy. Then later on when all had changed—her firm young breasts jogging lightly above him as she rode slowly and gently, fingertips on his chest and fronds of brunette hair dropping about his face. Oh God, hot little darling, hot sexy sweetheart. My sweet Daniell …

Shit, enough with the endearments! If he kept on down that road, one might slip out in her company. He shook himself free of reverie, finished his coffee and made to depart. His erection made motion tricky, however, so he sat back with his newspaper for cover. He wrestled himself towards a place of calm.

Pretty girl. Not unintelligent. She was perfectly pleasant company with a nice line in conversation and a sense of humour. But chiefly she was a piece – of – ass. Hold to that and it would be one very satisfactory weekend. Revenge with benefits. Everyone happy, particularly him.

Eric clinked a couple of pound coins against his coffee cup as a tip, folded his newspaper and left. No more floundering, no more stupid guilt. This girl craves control and that’s what she’s going to get. He checked his watch on the way out. Two hours, and if he went straight home that’d be two thirty. Long enough to make her squirm. Yes, that’d do nicely. He had one call to make before returning home, a short walk down the High Street.

My Review...

5 Stars

This book is a contemporary erotica. It was a very good read, I loved the twist in the middle. I loved Daniella’s feisty attitude. I even liked how Eric had to be in control even after he realized he cared for her but was a little more aware of whether he was hurting her. At first I didn’t like him but he grew on me. This is one hot read so be prepared.



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A little about Jake...

Jake Malden is a freelance journalist and writer based in London. He has been experimenting with erotica both on the page and off for some years and has a growing number of titles available. His interests, aside from the staringly obvious, are theatre, cinema, literature, fitness-training and travel (particularly back to his native Ireland). He is an enthusiast of juicing, in every possible sense.

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Etched in Stone by Mayra Statham with my review for both in series

Release Day: April 14,2015 

Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Series: Book 2 in Six Degrees Series
One look, one moment and I was completely defenseless.
One touch, one embrace and I was utterly consumed.
One kiss, one caress and that’s all it took.
One look and thirty-four year old Parker Stone knew his life would never be the same. She called to him unlike anything ever had in his life, sparking an unbridled desire and captivating him completely.
One touch and twenty-eight year old Liz Del Rio wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk away. Experiencing a life full of disappointment and heartache, she wasn’t looking for a relationship, let alone love and all the risks that came with it. Every time life had taught her the same lesson: not to let people in because they always leave and when they leave, it leaves scars upon your soul.
One kiss sealed their fate and they knew they would never be able to live without one another.
.Liz and Parker embed themselves into each other’s world. Passion burns bright and fast, but what happens when your lives are connected in ways you could have never imagined?
Secrets from Liz’s past threaten to break not only what they have, but who she is as they learn that once love is etched in stone nothing can make it crumble.
5 stars
 This is a contemporary romance set in California present tense. This story takes you on an emotional journey, I loved it. Book one was really good but I liked this one better. I am really liking this series with the author taking me through all the emotions. I smiled,I cried, I felt the passion, there was everything that makes a really good book in my opinion.
Crown’s Chance at Love
5 stars
This is a contemporary romance set in California, it starts out with a tragedy, so sad. But as all good books go it moves on to better things. this couple has their ups and downs, some funny moments too. I really enjoyed this story it was very well written, I can’t wait to read book 2.I rated this with 4 stars but really it should be 4 1/2



About the Author:
Mayra Statham resides in California. She is married with kids. Her addiction to romance novels and being an avid reader in the genre has made her dream come true. She enjoys going to book signings with her sister. She also loves  helping others indies by promoting their work. Some of her favorite authors are Kristen Ashley & Roxie Rivera . She loves being contacted by readers. 


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Do Not Disturb by A.R.Torre

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Title: Do Not Disturb (Deanna Madden, #2)
Author: A. R. Torre (Alessandra Torre)
Genre: Erotic Suspense
Releasing: April 21st






18712934Equal parts Dexter and 50 Shades, this is the eagerly awaited follow-up to the daring erotic thriller, The Girl in 6E, by A.R. Torre.

My rules:

1. Don’t leave the apartment.
2. Never let anyone in.
3. Don’t kill anyone.
The rules were simple and I broke them.
Now I must face the consequences.
Everyone else must face me.



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A New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Alessandra Torre has written nine novels, four of which became #1 Erotic Bestsellers.

Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, became a breakout hit, rising to the top of the charts on Kindle and Amazon where it attracted the interest of major publishing houses and garnered Torre her first print deal with Harlequin HQN. Less than twelve months later, Torre signed a second print deal, this time with Redhook (Hachette) for her erotic thriller The Girl in 6E.

From her home near the warm waters of the Emerald Coast in Florida, she devotes several hours each day to various writing projects and interacting with her fans on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Happily married and with one son, she loves watching SEC football games, horseback riding, reading and watching movies.


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Zombie Girl Dead Awakened by Pippa Jay


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Imagine waking up to find the world has ended, but unfortunately you’re not alone…

For Connor Innis, awakening from a year-long coma with no memories, no ability to

move, and unable to speak was bad enough. Then he learns that a bioweapon set off a zombie

apocalypse—for real—while he was sleeping, and the world he can’t even remember no

longer exists.

Rehabilitation might be torture, but far worse awaits him outside. All too soon, the

hospital Mentor declares him fit to leave but with nothing to go home to except a city full of

mindless, flesh-eating monsters. That is, until he forms a strange relationship with the one he

nicknames Zombie Girl.

There was a zombie outside the window, staring in. Every last fragment of hope that

he’d had curled up and died. Not a person. Just a zombie at the door, setting off the buzzer

probably by pure chance. He might as well have thrown himself off the balcony.

Heart pounding hard enough to make his chest ache, Connor stood very still. He

stared into the misted grey orbs of her eyes. She stared right back. Not at him, but through

him, as though something infinitely more desirable lay far beyond anything she could see. He

read a kind of dull desperation in her blank face. A longing. Even if that longing was just to

tear him apart and devour him. Or maybe that was his imagination.

“Hello?” His voice came out as a dry croak and he wet his lips. He had to try

something. He couldn’t spend the rest of his life in silence and alone. Even this poor shell of a

human was better than that. And maybe—just maybe—he could reach her. Maybe even help

her find a fragment of her lost humanity. “Can you hear me?”

No sound or movement. No response at all.

Despair squeezed his throat. The hospital Monitor said the victims didn’t suffer brain

damage. The virus just stopped all the normal responses, isolating higher functions from their

basic animal instincts. Even animals could react to a voice.

“Hey!” He banged on the glass, but even that didn’t break her hungry stare. Perhaps

she couldn’t hear him, let alone understand or respond. Losing those higher functions must

have included any communication ability.

Connor sighed, then placed his palm flat on the glass. “I wish you understood me. I

wish you hadn’t all got sick when I didn’t.” He rested his forehead on the glass and closed his

eyes. “I really wish I could help you.”

A moment later a dull thud and a vibration in the glass drew his attention. He raised

his head.

She hadn’t moved from staring. But her hand pressed against his, separated only by

the glass.

After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and

Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the

supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused

to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment

playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark

Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK

with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the

Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at

Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include

YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal and often

with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance

anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner,

been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), the EPIC eBook

awards, and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).

You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to

hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.

Website – http://www.pippajay.co.uk

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Adventures in Scifi – http://www.pippajay.blogspot.co.uk

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Romancing The Paranormal Box Set



13 Brand New Stories by 13 Fabulous Author at 1 Awesome low price of 99 CENTS!! 
Romancing The Paranormal Box Setby
 Stephanie Rowe, Robyn Peterman, Victoria Danann, Kym Grosso, Dakota Cassidy, Claudy Conn, Teresa Gabelman, Melanie James, Gena D. Lutz, D’Elen McClain, Julia Mills, Brandy L. Rivers, and Cynthia St. Aubin
Release Date: 
May 19, 2015
Available for pre-order at
Stephanie Rowe 
Shadows of Darkness (Order of the Blade) 
Haunted by a tormented past that has come to reclaim him, a former assassin must choose between saving the world, or protecting the one woman who can touch his heart and redeem his soul.
Robyn Peterman 
Fashionably Hotter Than Hell  (Hot Damned Series Bk #5)
What does a Vampyre do when the woman he’s chased for two hundred years is still trying to get away? He plays dirty.
Welcome to my own personal Hell.
Where life is steamy and the sex is sizzling.
Only I would be blessed with a Vampyre mate that I’d have to chase for two centuries.
Now to my great dismay, I have competition for her very existence—not for her hand, for her life.
Name: Heathcliff.
Occupation: Vampyre Warrior—one of the deadliest in the world.
I plan. I fight. I win.
It’s just never taken this damned long.
Raquel may run and she may hide, but she is mine and I will no longer accept no for an answer. We were made for each other and nothing will change that simple fact…except maybe the Trolls or the Wraiths or the recluse Vampyre that wants to drink my mate dry.
Damn it, I thought the chase was difficult…keeping Raquel alive might prove to be my undoing.
Victoria Danann 
Konochur: Wolf Lover 
In the middle of a war with dragon shifters, a human widow of a werewolf may get another chance at love, but feelings of guilt threaten a blossoming attraction to the one wolf everyone thought was untamable.
Kym Grosso 
Lost Embrace 
Dominant vampire leader, Kade Issacson, is devastated when his fiancée, Sydney Willows, is nearly killed by a demon and her transition into the supernatural tests the limits of their bond. Deep in the heart of New Orleans, they struggle to keep her alive while searching for an escaped killer who promises to end Sydney’s life once and for all.
Dakota Cassidy
What Not to Were
Werewolf Calla Allen’s ready to take her relationship with hot warlock Nash Ryder to the next level—the one where, after months of dating, they finally make the long anticipated woot-woot. (Yay!) It’s been a long road getting to where she is in her life, and Calla finally feels comfortable enough to share that with the man she’s fallen wildly in love with. And gorgeous Nash is more than ready to commit—until he wakes up after an incredible night of passion and finds all memory of Calla on the missing list. (Boo!) Now she has to make him remember or lose him forever. And the proverbial clock is ticking…(EEK!)
Claudy Conn 
Harley is a Hybrid that doesn’t want to serve revenge up cold. She wants to serve it up now and she wants serve it up HOT.
Teresa Gabelman 
Forbidden Hunger 
A shifter without a pack, Janna Lawson goes in search of the man who her mother died trying to protect. What she finds is Garrett Foster, a man who has the power to decide her fate and causes a hunger inside her that is forbidden to them both.
Melanie James 
Gertie’s Paranormal Plantation 
When you run a shelter for paranormal creatures, you can’t afford to let your guard down. When carefree—and quite naïve—witch Gertie O’Leary welcomes an enchanting new guest to the plantation, she finds herself caught up in an ancient struggle. Marie Laveau and the gang will have to pull together once again to save Gertie’s love life. Love, lust and laughs await on the Paranormal Plantation.
Gena D. Lutz 
Sonnet Vale: Paranormal Hunter 
Paranormal hunter, Sonnet Vale, has the unique ability to hunt and kill vampires. But a chance encounter with a handsome stranger is about to change everything, teaching Sonnet what it’s like to be hunted and possessed.
D’Elen McClain 
Fang Chronicles: Tyboll 
A grumpy bear shifter, a stubborn she-bear shifter, and more growls than a bear clan can possibly handle. Will the two kill each other or discover they make the perfect mated pair?
Julia Mills
Her Dragon’s Heart 
Jace MacQuaid, the youngest Dragon Guardsman since the original knights has just found his mate, Melanie Whelan…the one the Universe made for him…the light of his soul. Of course, to claim her he will have to fight a force so dark not even the oldest of dragon kin has the answers. Fate really stepped in it this time.
Brandy L. Rivers 
Seductive Solutions 
When Toryn’s trusted friend begins failing, he’ll search for a way to free him of the destructive bond. Isa might have a solution for Scotty’s problem, if Toryn can help her find the courage.
Cynthia St. Aubin 
From Hell to Breakfast 
He’s a supernatural bounty hunter with a broken heart and a loose zipper. She’s a succubus with a smart mouth and a long rap sheet. When her crimes become his problem, they’re in for one hell of a ride.
About the Authors
Stephanie Rowe 


USA Today bestselling author Stephanie Rowe is the author of more than 40 novels, and she is a four-time nominee for the RITA award, the highest award in romance fiction. She has kept readers spellbound with her dark paranormal romances, including her popular Order of the Blade series. She touches their hearts with her emotional and funny contemporary romances, and she’ll be launching a new cowboy series this summer with three sizzling novels. In addition, she has received high praise for her riveting romantic suspense series set in the wilds of Alaska.
You can find Stephanie at 
 Robyn Peterman 
NYT and USA Today best-selling author, Robyn Peterman writes because the people inside her head won’t leave her alone until she gives them life on paper. She writes snarky, sexy, funny paranormal and snarky, sexy, funny contemporaries. Her addictions include laughing really hard with friends, shoes (the expensive kind), Target, Coke Zero Cherry with extra ice in a styrofoam cup, bejeweled reading glasses, her kids, her super-hot hubby and collecting stray animals. A former professional actress, with Broadway, film and T.V. credits, she now lives in the south with her family and too many animals to count. Writing gives her peace and makes her whole, plus having a job where she can work in her underpants works really well for her.
You can find Robyn at 
Victoria Danann 
USA TODAY Bestselling Author, Victoria Danann, is making her debut into Contemporary Romance with releases in May and June 2015. Her Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES TWO YEARS IN A ROW (2013, 2014). Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.
Victoria’s paranormal romances come with uniquely fresh perspectives on “imaginary” creatures, characters, and themes. She adds a dash of scifi, a flourish of fantasy, enough humor to make you laugh out loud, and enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. Her heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, psychics, past life therapists, or financial analysts from Dallas. Her heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners – usually – whether they be elves, demons, berserkers, werewolves, or vampires.
The first book of the Knights of Black Swan Paranormal Romance Series, My Familiar Stranger, was nominated for Best Paranormal Romance of 2012 by both Reviewers’ Choice and Readers’ Choice Awards. All of her books have opened on the Amazon Best Sellers list and earned Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK awards. Many have appeared on Listopia BOOK OF THE MONTH as #1 across all genres.
For books published in 2013, Black Swan won three awards. 1. Best Paranormal Romance Series 2. Best Paranormal Romance Novel – A SUMMONER’S TALE 3. Best Vampire~Shifter Novel – MOONLIGHT. In 2014, Solomon’s Sieve won Best Vampire Novel.
If you’re interested in Victoria personally, she is also a classically trained musician who defected to Classic Rock music. Until 2013 she was the utility player for Houston’s Roadhouse band, which means she played rhythm guitar, keyboards, sang backups and female leads. Her band covered everything (note for note) from Styx to Led Zepellin to Rush.
She lives in The Woodlands, Texas with her husband and a very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.
You can find Victoria at
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Black Swan Facebook Page

Kym Grosso

Kym Grosso is the USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of the erotic paranormal romance series, The Immortals of New Orleans. In addition to romance, Kym has written and published several articles about autism, and is passionate about autism advocacy. She also is a contributing essay author in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum.

Kym lives with her family in Pennsylvania, and her hobbies include reading, tennis, zumba, and spending time with her husband and children. She loves traveling just about anywhere that has a beach or snow-covered mountains. New Orleans, with its rich culture, history and unique cuisine, is one of her favorite places to visit.

You can find Kym at


Dakota Cassidy

Dakota Cassidy is the national bestselling author of more than a dozen books of contemporary and paranormal romance. She lives for a good laugh in both her life and her writing.
Her goals are simple: banish the color yellow forever, create world peace via hot rollers and Aqua Net, and nab every tiara in the land by competing in the Miss USA, Miss Universe, and Miss World pageants. And of course, write really funny, sexy, romantic books!
Dakota lives in Oregon with her dogs and her husband, who puts the heroes in her books to shame. She loves, loves, loves to connect with readers, so visit her online!

You can find Dakota at


Claudy Conn

However, my daughter lectured me and said that I should write about myself like I write my stories—so here goes…

While I have a fanciful imagination, I am a Capricorn—‘sure and steady’, and the obvious conflict leaves me jumbled. I have a computer, yes (invaluable), but I still jot down ideas on a scrap piece of paper, or a napkin in a restaurant. My imagination follows me wherever we go and sees so much more than meets the eye, and very often my husband will ask, ‘where are you now, baby?’

My dad was the one who clicked into my brain early on, and opened my mind to a world where a girl/woman could be so much more than ‘pretty in pink’. He told me to soar, and soaring for me, was writing.

We love horses and riding and when we migrated from New York to North Carolina we brought our barn with us—and yes, I’d rather muck out a stall than clean a house! My Irish, blue-eyed husband had to have a wolf and so we brought in our little hybrid wolf pup to our home. She is ¾ wolf/ ¼ German shepherd named Cherokee. Her 3 yr. old son (Rocky) is huge and eats everything and anything he can find and weighs more than 170 pounds!

Ireland and Scotland gave us the Fae and the Druids. In Ireland you can still visit the ‘Faery Mounds’. Think of the possibilities. I have and I’d love for you to join me as I explore them. So then, come with me and let’s see where we can go…

You can find Claudy at


Teresa Gabelman 

Teresa Gabelman is the Best Selling Author of the ‘Protectors Series’. Being a full-time writer has allowed Teresa to connect more with readers which is what she loves most about writing. If you find the time she would love to hear from you!

You can find Teresa at


Melanie James

Bestselling author, Melanie James spent 14 years as an IT systems administrator before tiring of the hustle and bustle of the technology world. She’s doing what she loves, by writing steamy paranormal, contemporary, and romantic comedy books. Melanie has a Bachelor’s Degree from the University of Wisconsin-Oshkosh in Leadership and Development, with a minor in Women’s Studies. She is currently working on her Master’s Degree in Adult Education at the University of Wisconsin-Stout. She is married to a wonderful man, who supports her dreams and goals. She has two children, three step-children, a beautiful daughter-in-law, and an adorable grand-baby.

You can find Melanie at


Gena D. Lutz 

Gena D. Lutz lives in the blistering heat of Arizona with her husband and four kids and two very high maintenance dogs, a Chihuahua and Australian Shepard. When she is not busy writing, Lutz can be found watching the classics, like Charmed and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, marathon style. Lutz enjoys reading, riding horses, playing poker and looks forward to the day she can travel the world.

You can find Gena at


D’Elen McClain

Best-Selling Author D’Elen McClain is a retired sex crimes and homicide detective who somehow managed to retain her sense of humor. She writes under three pen names dreaming about stories from life on the street as a beat cop in an unflattering blue uniform to paranormal and spicy romance.
USA Today Best-Selling Author, Holly S. Roberts, is her new adult and erotic writing pen name and Suzie Ivy is her tough crime fighting alter ego pen name.
Her two dogs, Dizzy, a Rottweiler with anxiety issues, and Duchess, her overweight Chihuahua, sleep and play at her feet while she writes at her home high in the Arizona mountains. She also keeps her pen in blue ink as a contributing writer for UniformStories.com, Below The Salt News, and Bad Luck Detective blog.

You can find D’Elen at


Julia Mills 

I am a sarcastic, southern woman that would rather spend all day laughing than a minute crying. I have 2 of the most amazing daughters ever created, a menagerie of animals and a voracious appetite for reading. I decided to write the stories running through my brain and am having an absolute blast!! I read my first book, Dr Suess’ Cat in The Hat, by myself at 4 and have been hooked ever since.
I believe a good book along with shoes, makeup and purses will never let a girl down. I know for a fact that all heroes inf all the books I have ever read or will ever write pale in comparison to my hero, my dad! I am a sucker for a happy ending and love some hot sweaty sex with a healthy dose of romance.
I am still working on my story but can guarantee you that it will contain as love and laughter as I can cram into it!!!!! Dare to Dream! Have the Strength to Try EVERYTHING! Never Look Back!

You can find Julia Mills at


Brandy L. Rivers 

Brandy L Rivers is the author of the Others of Edenton and Others of Seattle series. There are more Others of Edenton and Others of Seattle books in the works.
As an avid reader, Brandy has always loved writing. She became serious about it as a stay-at-home-mother. She has a file full of manuscripts she plans to edit and put out there eventually.
She lives in Western Washington with her husband and three kids, where she is already working on future stories in each of the series and several other projects.

You can find Brandy at


Cynthia St. Aubin 

I like gravy.

This has nothing to do with the rest of my bio, but I thought you ought to know.

About the writing thing…

I wrote my first play when I was six and made my brothers perform it for my parents. I charged gum wrappers for admission (a steal, in my opinion, considering I had handed out the gum wrappers ahead of time). While I seriously doubt you’ll be seeing any of my formative work on Broadway anytime soon, I can credit these early experiments with the first of many important lessons I learned about writing: no matter how brilliant your manuscript is, some kid can go streaking butt-ass nekkid across the living room, and totally undermine your vision.

Everyone watches the naked kid because running across the living room with your cheeks flapping in the breeze is friggin’ hilarious.

Cue the lightbulb moment. People like funny stuff!

I never quite gave up on the writing thing, even as I tried my hand at being a dusty academic turned Executive Assistant (they paid me to nag! How cool is that?), but in those quiet moments when expense reports had been filed and to-do items checked off, the funny people in my head kept talking to me.

Yes, I know they have medication for that. It’s called vodka.

Since they discourage drinking at work, I started writing instead. What came out was an amalgamation (vocabulary!) of all the things I love: funny stuff, art, psychology, food, people, and paranormal critters!

Et voila! The Case Files of Dr. Matilda Schmidt, Paranormal Psychologist were born.

When I’m not sitting in my office watching cat videos and pretending to write, I like cooking, knitting (badly), and reading anything that makes me laugh (like my bank statements).

I live in Colorado with my brilliant husband and three surly cats.

You can find Cynthia at


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Cheaters Anonymous by Lacey Silks with my review




We’re both addicted to sex, just not with each other.

High school friends – nothing more.

That was our promise to each other, because let’s face it, infidelity

spreads like a disease.

Everybody cheats.


And it’s easier to remain friends than hurt the only person you ever cared

about – or so we thought.






Excerpt: Chapter 1

“What the hell is that?” The new patient in the ER had an erection almost the size of a man’s arm. It

tented the sheet covering him, and I thanked my lucky stars that I wasn’t on the front lines in the triage

area. I could still hear the giggles from behind a curtain.

“This one’s yours, Jules. I’m not touching that with a ten-foot pole.” My co-worker and best friend’s

humor didn’t escape me. The two of us were working the graveyard shift, and from the look of it, Chris

was not going to help. In fact, bringing all the nurses’ attention to the patient may have only hindered

any progress. Fortunately, she decided to leave. “I’m pretty sure I have a patient who needs an enema. I

think I’d rather work that end than the one you’ll be working on.”

I highly doubted that. Chris worked the male nurses better than strippers did metal poles.

“Everybody out!” I pointed my finger to the door, but no one moved. Their heads were peeking one over

another, trying to catch a glimpse of the patient’s prominent injury. My mind was already running amok

as I wondered what the heck was underneath that sheet. “This is not Grey’s Anatomy,

people, so unless you’re helping I don’t want to see you.”

They finally scattered back to their duties. On Saturday nights, or should I say Sunday mornings, we

usually got the weekend party leftovers, and most of our patients were passed out drunk, stoned, or

heavily medicated. Comprehension in any of those states was minimal. This guy on the bed in front of

me was totally out. His face was covered in paint – green, red, yellow, blue, you name it and it was

there. What kind of a party had he gone to?

I peeled back the sheets with hesitation. The rest of his body was painted in the same mix of colors as

his face. My gaze rested over his hip, where underneath the smeared paint I could make out the black

lines of a tattoo, though its shape remained mysterious. I wondered whether the patient had any

clothes on when he came in. I sighed and removed the sheet down to his knees. The nurse beside me

had her mouth completely open and was focused on what first appeared to be a cannon – a huge

cannon made of a cylinder that imprisoned the patient’s enlarged penis.

“Holy crap!” I said under my breath. How do you get your cock stuck in

a pump?



This is a contemporary erotic romance set in New York City. I love the beginning of this book I think it’s the best beginning I’ve read in a while. I literally laughed out loud at their reunion scene. I really enjoyed this story, neither of these two wanted or felt they deserved a committed relationship, yet they were so right for one another. There are some twists and suspense, book kept me on my toes wondering what was going to scare her more of the relationship. In my opinion this was an awesome read and I thoroughly enjoyed it, I read it in one sitting, couldn’t put it down. I would really like to read Zoey and Ace’s story next. 🙂





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Title: Stalker

Author: Clarissa Wild

Publication Date: June 16th, 2015

Genre: Dark Romance (18+)

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Fuck me once, I’ll fuck you twice … then I’ll bury you.

No prison can keep me from seeking revenge. Especially when it comes to her.

She, the woman who put me in jail.

I swore that I’d come for her, to claim what belongs to me: Her life.

I’m not a good man. On the contrary, I love to be bad. It’s in my veins. Just like it’s in my veins to ruin


She’s an actress, pretending to be a saint, but we both know that isn’t true. One way or another,

she’ll pay for what she did.

I will hunt for her. Make her fear me. Make her body mine.

Bad deeds never go unpunished … And I always go out with a bang.


WARNING: This book is a DARK ROMANCE STANDALONE – it has a non-conventional ending. This

isn’t rainbow sprinkles & unicorn fluff. It’s a dark, thrilling journey of two people clashing over

love, lust, and hatred. Heed the warning. Contains graphic violence, alcohol, drugs & other

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No Cliffhanger. Stand Alone.


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Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader

and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat

friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies,

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Thrown away.


Every single one of those could be used to describe me. They can tell you my story—my sad past—without a single syllable passing through my lips.

I hate them—those who lied to me. They claimed to love me, but in reality they used me when convenient. My parents. Sister. And now Talan. Loving them has left me empty. Sad.


Not anymore. Screw them. My love has turned to anger…hate. Now, what consumes me is the urge to destroy, to force them to see what they wrecked with their carelessness. My name will never be forgotten. Not after I have my revenge.

His tears will be my ultimate retribution.

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“You have three minutes to pull your nasty ass up and get out that door. Three, Janice, or I call the cops. Your call.” Talan laughed and pulled Maya in closer. He didn’t give a shit that I was bleeding on the floor and looking up at their blatant display of affection.

Deep down, I knew this was all an act on his behalf. He wanted me, not her.

Why continue this lie?

When I decided to come over to his house tonight, things played out differently in my head. He was supposed to pull me into his arms and make me feel what I needed to survive. Affection. This wasn’t an empty infatuation on my behalf. I needed him. More than she ever would.

I’d followed Maya down to the Seaquarium last night. There was something big going on. The parking lot was full, and it wasn’t with tourists. Everyone wore their uniforms, looking excited as they chatted on their way in.

Talan should’ve been alone. This had been my one and only shot to make him hear me out without her interference. Her bullshit lies.

If only I’d come right then.

Instead, I answered Mother’s phone call. Spent hours listening to her prattle on about how I needed to let the good Lord in, how he would help me release the demons that she and Daddy dearest created. The ones they denied having anything to do with.

It was my fault. Every goddamned thing wrong in our family’s life, my repentance would solve. Fuck the fact that my life was crumbling around me. It was too late for her to give a shit. Just another instance where her fucking existence ruined me.

Maya turned around in his arms and pulled his face down toward hers. “I want her gone and you naked in our bed upstairs.”

My stomach rolled at the sight. He was letting her touch him—enjoyed the jealousy that coursed through my veins. Neither watched as my hands clenched into tight fists and my fingers dug into the skin there. How the blood that ran down my lips boiled with hatred. Still, I loved him.

He ground his hip against her, and she moaned. The outline of his hardened cock could not be hidden, nor could the shiver than ran through me be stopped. It should be my body he used—took his pleasure from.

I’ve felt that glorious dick inside me. Was made to feel alive by every ridge—its every pulse.

“Are you going to punish me?” He smirked down at her, eyes heavy with lust. For the first time, a small ripple of hatred flowed through me at the sound of his voice.

Why was he doing this to me?

“No.” Maya reached up and nipped his chin. “Just going to teach you a lesson in ownership.”

She walked away then. Never looked back toward the woman she assaulted and left on the ground. I was made to feel unworthy. There was no concern in her for me, just a cocky sway to her hips as she marched toward his room.

“You heard her.” Talan stood across from me now, door wide open and his arrogant smirk firmly in place. “Get the fuck out, Janice. There’s nothing left for you here. Just go.”

When the fuck did he move?

“Baby, please. Don’t do this,” I begged him one last time as I stood and wiped my lip. Couldn’t he see what his carelessness was doing to me? How he killed me with each word that left his lips? “I don’t deserve this. Not again.”

His head tilted to the side, an inquisitive expression on his face. “Again? What the fuck do you mean, again?”

Ignoring his question, I walked closer. This was not the time to delve into a part of me—a part I couldn’t get a hold on. My hand reached out to grab him, yet he pulled back. Talan’s handsome face was full of the disgust he felt at my mere presence

“All I need is for you to love me. See me again.” The room began to feel small, the walls and the truth I’ve ignored closing in on me. My fantasy of happiness began to crumble like a stack of cards blown by the wind. Fuck. My chest hurt. “Please.”

It left me as a strangled whisper. My final plea. Talan had to realize that only he held the key to my sanity.

He shook his head and sighed. “No. No more. I never gave you hope, nor did I promise you a possibility for more. You did this to yourself.”

He made his choice.

There was nothing else to say.


“Okay? Really? Just like that. After all this…” he waved his hand around the room “…bullshit!”

How fucking dare he treat me like this? Like a nuisance. “You know what, Talan? Fuck you and your little whore.”

This time, it was he who took a step closer. “Watch your goddamned mouth,” he spat with venom. Fear crept in, building within my gut, but I stood firm. He wasn’t going to intimidate me.

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Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.

As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.

Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.

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Predestined Hearts by Kelly Elliott and Kristin Mayer


Love has existed since the beginning of time. For Ashlin Thomas, love was an illusion that she

desperately wanted to make a reality.

Returning home to Savannah, after her aunt’s death, Ashlin must deal with the harsh realities

life has dealt her.

As Ashlin begins sorting through her aunt’s personal effects, she stumbles upon a journal. Not

just any journal, but the words of her great great great grandmother, Sophia.

Two love stories intertwine with each other as Ashlin reads the beautiful words, written over a

hundred years ago.

The intense connection Ashlin feels with Sophia begins to allow her to find herself. Never

thinking love was possible for her, Ashlin now sees it is within her grasp.

But, life is never perfect. Life is never fair.

When faced with the decision that could change Ashlin’s future … will she sacrifice one love for

another, or will her predestined heart lead her home?



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A light rap on the counter brought my attention to the man

in front of me. He had dark-brown hair that was tousled about in disarray. His

warm brown eyes melted through me. The five o’clock shadow from the stubble on

his face showcased his strong jaw line. He was sinfully gorgeous and I could

feel my insides turn all gooey from the sight of him in front of me.

My mouth was dry as he looked at me expectantly. In that

moment, it was as if something within me altered and changed. I couldn’t

explain it.

Get it together,


“I’m sorry. It’s been a long day. Can you repeat what you said?”

My voice came out fairly normal, which I was proud of, versus the crazy energy

I felt pulsating within me.

He gave a gentle look; it wasn’t cocky or knowing, but only

sweet. “Is there anything I can get you?”

Smiling back, I responded, “I’ll have the beef stew and a


“Good choice. Coming right up.” He rapped his knuckles on

the counter as he walked off to the left.

I wasn’t paying attention to how his white shirt was rolled

up to his elbows. Nope. And I wasn’t paying attention to how his khaki pants

hugged him in all the right places. Nope. And I for sure wasn’t staring at him

as if he would be sex on a stick. Nope.

Seriously get it

together, Ashlin. My life has turned inside out and the last thing I need to be

thinking about is sex.

The man turned back toward me and I looked up at the

television screen that was above, hoping I wasn’t caught ogling the bartender. I need a life,

seriously. Time passed

and before I knew it, a steaming bowl of beef stew with a little plate of bread

was set in front of me.

It smelled delicious. “Thank you.”
The bartender smiled. I glanced back to my stew as I ate.
He responded, “You’re welcome.”

Taking a bite, it was one of the most delicious stews I had

ever tasted. I moaned in appreciation.

“It’s that good, eh?”

I licked my lips and felt heat creep up on my face. Not

realizing I had closed my eyes, I tentatively opened them and glanced at the

bartender, who was looking at me more intensely than before. “Oh, I did not

mean to do that out loud.” Picking up my napkin, I dabbed the corner of my

mouth. “Give my complements to the chef. It’s incredible. I’d love to get the


He leaned on the counter. “I’ll let the chef know. I know

him pretty well, and I’d say if he could get that type of reaction out of every

beautiful woman who ate the stew, he’d serve it all the time versus only on

special occasions.”

The bartender moved a little closer to me and I smiled at

his playful face while wanting to reach out and trace that devastatingly

handsome jaw line. Conspiringly, he whispered, “I’ve heard that the recipe is a

family secret. You’d have to marry the chef in order to get it.”

I giggled as he winked at me. “Okay, if I get that desperate

to have it, I’ll know to bring a ring and my bended knee.”

He chuckled and stood. “So, what brings you to Savannah?”

“Is this where I lay all my troubles on the line for the

bartender to listen and give advice?” I teased with him as I cocked my head.

He shrugged as he mixed a drink. The bar was otherwise

vacated except one person at the end who nursed a beer. “I happen to listen and

give advice for free on Wednesday’s.”

My smile was wide. There was something magnetic about this

man and I didn’t want our conversation to end. “Well, it’s a good thing it’s


“Yes, it is.”

Gazing around the room, I searched for Daniel. My father and

mother were busy talking to Mr. and Mrs. Stowe along with two other couples,

whom I didn’t have the pleasure of knowing. A young gentleman had been talking

my ear off and I was in desperate need of fresh air.

Turning to him, I asked, “Will you please excuse me? I am

in need of some fresh air.”

“Shall I join you?” he asked.

I quickly shook my head. “No. No, that will not be

necessary. I have a slight headache and need some time alone.”

Nodding his head, he smiled and took a step back, giving me

a quick bow. Returning the polite gesture, I began toward the kitchen. One look

over my shoulder showed my mother watching me intently. I’m sure she was

distressed at the idea of me wandering off and being late to sit down for


Somehow managing to find my way to the back gardens, I

smiled and inhaled a deep breath. All I smelled were azaleas. I walked along

the cobblestone pathway that intertwined among Magnolia trees and some of the

most amazing flowers I’d ever seen. My mother would be green with envy were she

to lay her eyes upon this colorful garden.

“It goes on forever,” I whispered.
“One can easily get lost back here.”

I stopped the moment I heard his voice. Closing my eyes, I

placed my gloved hands on my stomach to calm the butterflies. Inhaling a deep

breath through my nose, I slowly blew it out as I turned to face him.

Daniel. His eyes

widened and he licked his lips. I raised the corner of my mouth and bowed

slightly. Daniel walked up to me and smiled, causing my knees to shake. For a

moment, it felt as if the earth was moving and I fought to stand upright.

He took a step closer to me as his eyes moved about my

face. When they landed on my lips, I instinctively licked them. His eyes were

ablaze with fire. I took a step back as he took another step forward. My

breathing increased as I felt something I’d never felt before.



03cfc-kelly2belliottKelly Elliott is married to a wonderful Texas

cowboy who has

a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and

dreams for some unknown reason…he claims it’s because he loves her!

She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly

asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone

sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.

In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner

overlooking the Texas hill country and write.


One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her

property with Gus….her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose,

her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush,

move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find

her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.

68ed1-kristinmayerKristin Mayer is a wife, a proud mother, and a full-time Analyst and Import Manager.

Since an early age, she has always enjoyed reading and writing. While visiting

her father one weekend, he suggested that she should take up writing again.

With family and a career, she didn’t give it a lot of thought, until a story

entered her mind and wouldn’t leave. It just kept forming and developing over a

couple of months.

At the beginning

of 2013, she decided to sit down and write it all down, but she kept

it to herself. One sentence developed into two, and before she knew it, she had

the makings of a novel.

Kristin tries to live

life to the fullest during every moment. She loves to travel and

meet new people. She holds a degree in International Business and uses it daily

in her job. Kristin now adds “author” on her list of jobs, and feels very

blessed and thankful.



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All For a Fist Full of Ashes by R. Ann Siracusa


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Short blurb:

A fast-paced romp through Italy with tour director, Harriet Ruby, and handsome spy, Will

Talbot, in hot pursuit of a lost grave and an assassin.

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I’m Harriet Ruby: Tour Director Extraordinaire. At least, I thought I was worthy of that title,


My first mistake: Agreeing to conduct a private tour of Italy. Fourteen Italian-Americans from

New Jersey? All family, for three weeks, with four teenagers? What was I thinking? Fate

responds to my engraved invitation by placing one of the family under surveillance as a suspect

in an assassination plot, and who is assigned to the case? None other than my favorite drop-

dead-gorgeous spy, Will Talbot.

My second mistake: Allowing Will to coax an invitation from the family matriarch to join the


And that was just the beginning. The matriarch, searching for the unknown location of her

mother’s grave so she can bury her brother’s cremated ashes (which have been smuggled into

Italy wrapped in Cuban cigars), and her quirky family members sweep through Italy leaving

chaos, hilarity, and danger in their wake.


Still standing inside the terminal with one hand on the door, I prepared to push it open,

when an intense shiver skittered up and down my spine. I tingled all over and heat zinged to

every to every erogenous zone, a sure sign of Will Talbot’s presence in the airline terminal.

I hadn’t seen him, but I didn’t have to. When we’re in the same space, he and I exchange a

flow of energy, and my body’s reactions said it all. We had a way of speaking to each other

without talking.

Will was my…well, he’s…hmm. Now, here’s the thing. Will Talbot and I had this

incredible, overwhelming physical attraction and a no-strings agreement to get to know each

other better and see if the rest of our relationship could catch up with our lust.

Since he lived in Spain and I resided in Rome, we only got together every two or three

weeks. We hadn’t progressed much beyond the lust stage of “getting to know you,” but there

seemed to be a lot of other stuff going on between us, which neither of us had figured out yet.

Excited, I opened the door and stuck my head out. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, Mario,”

I yelled, my voice tinged with anticipation, trying to keep an eye on the terminal at the same

time. “Please, get everyone on board. Thanks.”

He cocked an eyebrow and grinned. Mario knew about Will and me and, like I said,

nothing surprised him.

Stepping back inside and away from the entrance, I closed my eyes and waited. I sensed

Will’s approach and the closer he got, the more my girly parts tingled with anticipation.

Even though I expected it, I gasped when he placed his warm hands on my shoulders and

turned me around to face him.

He was as drop-dead gorgeous as ever, tall, trim and well-muscled, dark hair in a

military-cut-gone-spiky with just a touch of gray around the ears. Ex-military, Special Forces. So

hot, he could melt butter at the South Pole in the dead of winter.

He held me at arm’s length, not letting me close the distance between us and slobber all

over him. That meant he was on the job being a spy. No, I mean it. He’s really a spy. Officially,

his title is Europol Special Agent, but the things he does—the ones I know about, anyway—have

international spy written all over them.

Will looked at me and shook his head with resignation. “I might have known this was

your group.” He rolled his brilliant blue eyes upward. “Give me strength.”

Since I couldn’t kiss him or have sex with him right there in the airport lobby, I waved

my hands and got nasty instead. “I knew you were here, Will Talbot. Things like this never

happen to me unless you’re around. It’s your fault my karma has gone bad.”

Will wrapped his hands around mine and forced them down to my sides. “Signorina

Boobie, may I have a word with you in private?” His low sexy voice smoldered.

Even my teeth ached for him. “Don’t call me that.” The Hairy Boobies nickname, left

over from my first experience as a tour director when Will and I met in Morocco, will haunt me

forever. I wanted to be annoyed with him for bringing it up, but I was more interested in being

alone with him.

I sidled closer and gazed up into his hypnotic baby blues. “In private? How much in

private?” Yum. He smelled so delicious, all musky aftershave and Talbot testosterone. I wanted

to bite him.

“Not that private.” His tone warned me to behave. With purposeful but unhurried strides,

he escorted me away from any place where there could be eavesdroppers or bugs. When he

worked in his official capacity as Special Agent, he carried plenty of spy-equipment.

Off duty, he…well…had his own equipment.

He let me go and stood about two feet away, not touching but close enough to hear each

other. My knees weakened at the look he gave me. Sparks of energy shot back and forth, heating

us until we were in danger of spontaneous human combustion.

You might say I was anxious. Actually, horny would be a better description.

“Why didn’t you tell me whose family this tour was with?”

I blinked at the hint of annoyance in his voice. “And I’m thrilled to see you, too. I did tell

you. When we talked on the phone I told you, a woman named Vita Spinella and her family.

She’s the spokesperson, and it’s her show.”

“The feisty one with the cane?”

Merely envisioning the woman made me grin. “She’s the one.” He’d either seen or heard

about the recent events in Customs.

He shook his head, his lips compressed into a thin line. “Spinella. No wonder I didn’t put

it together.”

“Didn’t put what together?”

His frown formed a deep crease between his brows. I adored that cute little crease. “I told

you I was working a case in Italy.”

“I know. I accepted this gig, against my better judgment, I might add, because you

encouraged me to take the assignment.”

“Encouraged you? How?”

“Nearly five weeks without seeing each other is a long time for us,” I pointed out, trying

not to look down at the rather obvious evidence that his male parts didn’t need reminding. “You

didn’t think I’d take the risk of being sent somewhere else while you were in Italy, did you?

What’s the problem?”

“You’re walking all over my assignment again.”

“Your assignment?” My jaw dropped to flycatcher mode. “You mean my tourists have

something to do with the case you’re investigating? How was I supposed to know? Why didn’t

you tell me?”

“I can’t discuss it. My investigation may or may not have anything to do with your tour.”

Oh, man. Were we back to the need-to-know rule again? My shoulders twitched with

annoyance. I thought by now he trusted me with at least some information.

“Hmm, so you mentioned it to remind me you can’t tell me anything?” I planted my fists

on my hips, attack mode. “You’ve said that before. I hope this time your case really doesn’t have

anything to do with me, because, quite frankly, I don’t think I can deal with a repeat of the Spain-

Morocco trip.”

One of Will’s eyebrows shot up nearly to his hairline. “Meaning?”

I cleared my throat. “Don’t go postal on me, here. I don’t mean you or the part in bed. I’m

up for repeats any time. But I didn’t like the terrorist part, and I didn’t like getting kidnapped.” I

paused and took a deep breath. “And I didn’t like it when I thought I’d be killed before I found

out who the hell you really are.”

R. Ann Siracusa

I’m a California girl who earned her Bachelor of Architecture degree from UC Berkeley, then

went immediately to Rome, Italy. On my first day there, I met an Italian policeman at the

Fountain of Love, and the rest is history. Instead of a degree from the University of Rome, I got a

husband, and we’ve been married going on fifty years. In Rome, I worked for as an architect and

planner for a land development company for several years until we moved to the United States.

I’m now retired from a 35+ year career in architecture and urban land use planning, and spend

my time travelling the world and writing. I love to hear from my readers.

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