Do you know what the most fun of being able to reveal book covers? Take one look below, and – you’re welcome, lol. Seriously though, Giulia Logomarsino’s book series Reed Security is a high-quality romance series that you should not miss, if you are into…
Tag: new romance
Welcome to my introduction to the best new fantasy novel (in my opinion, lol) High King of Britain, by Tracy Cooper-Posey. If you love anything related to King Arthur, and historical romances, then you will fall in love with this novel as much as I…
A strong-willed intelligent woman meets an equally strong-willed, successful alpha-male. No wonder the sparks are flying from the moment those two meet in “He’s a Brute” by Chloe Liese. If you like it hot, and steamy, but also love a well-crafted suspenseful story, then this newly released novel, might be perfect for you!
You can read more, especially about the effects that Nairne has on Zed right from the start in the excerpt below!
He’s a Brute is available on Amazon now!
Once you are finished reading, though, you should enter the giveaway at the end of the post for your chance to win a 25 Dollar Amazon gift card! But hurry, the giveaway is only open for 5 days! So enter now!
Title: He’s a Brute
Author: Chloe Liese
(Tough Love, #1)
Publication date: May 6th, 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Every good scientist knows the second law of thermodynamics: the universe’s disorder, entropy, is always increasing. Professionally and personally speaking, Nairne’s familiar with the principle. After a streak of costly fame, now she’s set on saving the world, microscope in hand, and there’s no time for romance. Problem is, when a rude, despicably sexy Adonis shows up to run their board meeting, chemistry and its ensuing chaos become more than a formula—now they’re a burning hot reality.
Mafia prince. Professional footballer. Bad boy demeanor and a reputation for being as talented between the sheets as he is on the pitch. Rumors are the man’s an absolute brute. And he turns out to be just as demanding, controlling and vicious in person as he is on paper. The Law of Attraction’s proven true, as Nairne finds herself accepting Zed’s proposal: rough, wild stress release, more orgasms than she can count, and most importantly—no falling in love.
Agreement in place. End date secured.
No attachments. No forever.
What could possibly go wrong?
Get it on Amazon now!
I took a few careful steps toward her because something about her made me uneasy. From the other end of the table, she’d been lovely. A pretty face with a pouty frown. By the time I was one third the way down the conference table toward her, she was devastating. I stopped because she was affecting me plenty from twelve feet away. Long and glossy dark auburn hair. Ivory skin. Fine bones, a smattering of freckles, and a warm glow to her cheeks. Her eyes were the real showstopper, though. They were an unfairly high chroma green, like blades of grass
darkened after rain. They glittered with defiance and not a little contempt for me as she spoke.
“Understood, Mr. Salvatore. I look forward to showing you how misplaced your concern is. Until then, I’ll remember not to take such stingy optimism personally.”
No one spoke to me like that. I was Zedekiah Lazaro Salvatore, Deirdre O’Shea and Brando Salvatore’s firstborn. Boston fucking royalty, king of the soccer field, and prince of the city’s Italian criminal underworld. People kissed my ass and rolled out the red carpet. They bowed their heads and averted their eyes. Nobody gave me shit. Except Nairne MacGregor, apparently.
I dropped my grip on my jacket to hide the boner her sharp mouth gave me and feigned a smile. “You’ll excuse me.”
Waiting for her polite acknowledgment was out of the question. If I stuck around, she’d know exactly what her sass did to my body. I stormed out, knocked shoulders with someone and muttered an apology, then barreled toward the exit. I wasn’t normally clumsy—both of my professions were predicated on exceptional coordination and hyper-awareness—but I chalked it up to ninety-five percent of my blood gathering in my dick rather than my brain. Finally, I landed outside where I sucked in a breath and oriented myself.
Observing her during the meeting had been torture. Elbow on the table, jotting things down then setting her pen exactly parallel to the paper’s edge. Precise. Perfectionist. She’d listened while her wide green eyes darted between people as they spoke. Nairne was neurotically observant, cunning even. Watching her gears turning had turned me on. Big time.
She hadn’t spoken much, but when she had, I’d noted her vowels were off. She had an accent, and it wasn’t Southie. I couldn’t place it, and just like her hair that wouldn’t make up its mind between mahogany and rich red, her speech was another wrinkle in my morning. I’d never been this simultaneously annoyed and aroused.
Chloe’s always been a sucker for a suspenseful steamy romance, ever since she managed to find the one saucy mystery series hiding in her high school’s prim little library. Nothing drives her crazier than a story that cranks up the heat, then closes the door on the reader’s face, so don’t read her books if you don’t want to know what actually happens when the lights fade to black…
When she’s not writing, Chloe’s busy reading books of all genres, rereading Harry Potter (which she can’t help but make her characters similarly obsessed over), and playing catch-up with her bad@$$ little girls. She’s also been known to scramble around the pitch for a pick-up soccer match and run along the river while dreaming up her next book.
I am ending this week, taking a break from contemporary romance, and moving into the realm of Science Fiction. Introducing the newly released Unexpected Demons by Layla Stone, a fast-paced novel, that is not only thrilling, but also steamy. Read more below! Of course, there…
Are you a fan of suspenseful romance? If so, I want to introduce you to a new book that was released only a few days ago, called Worth the Wait by international bestselling Author J.B. Heller. While this book is a part of a series…
Hot And Steamy Romances Are Fun!
They are even more fun, when you read them at the pool or while on vacation (or staycation in my case).
Read on for an excerpt of the newly released novel Twelfth Floor by Monica Corwin and get ready for the heat!
Title: Twelfth Floor
Author: Monica Corwin
Publication date: July 3rd 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
This isn’t your high school Shakespeare.
Violet Cesario fled the shipwreck of her father’s company to Illyria Pharmaceuticals. As the newly appointed, and untried CFO, the board gave her thirty days to prove her worth. Thirty days to bring up the numbers. Thirty days to fend off the advances of her secretary, Olivia. Thirty days of hiding her submissiveness inside a dominant’s shell.
Thirty days gets complicated when Duke Orsino, the CEO, offers her a deal. Help him win over Olivia and he will sway the board in Violet’s favor. If she agrees to teach him the games behind dominance and submission Violet’s career will be made. As the play turns more and more true to life, the lines blur between fantasy and reality. Can Violet hide her desire for Duke long enough for him to woo Olivia? And if he succeeds can Violet endure it for the sake of her career?
Chief Financial Officers didn’t last long at Illyria. Handling billions of dollars seemed to weigh on even those who chose the profession as a career. The appointment of Violet Cesario had gone against the board’s request. I was the one who selected her, despite the impressive and complete collapse of her last company.
However, the research I conducted on the matter showed more than gross negligence on the part of the company’s owner. I wasn’t going to hold that against her, but the board did, and would, if she didn’t survive her first thirty days. They’d try to hold it against me too. Until I’d not so subtly remind them of the last time they went to war with me.
My question, or goading, didn’t cause even a flicker of anxiety to cross her features. When purposefully hiring new executives, I pushed them, pounded them into the ground, and walked across the ashes of who they were before they came to my company. All this in preparation to make them the best at their job. And yet, my usual tactics didn’t seem to faze her. Not the show I put on as she entered the building, not my goading…which made her more than interesting to me. I’d met far weaker men than the woman sitting across from me with the ice in her eyes.
The board controlled my CFO position, until their last incompetent choice lost us a quarter-million-dollar asset. Now, the board submitted to my selection. And I would prove my choices were irrefutable. If not God damn impeccable. “You’re aware of the thirty-day mandate the board put on your employment?”
She shifted her legs, carefully sliding one long lean calf over her other knee. Not even stockings in the way of her smooth skin’s passage. In any one else, I would have considered it a seduction technique, but not this woman. As if her body language screamed two different things at once: ‘come closer’ and ‘back the hell off’. Or maybe that was the point. Draw them in only to crush them under her four inch heels.
“I’m not sure if that was a question or a statement.” She paused briefly before continuing. “The probationary period is a clause in the contract I signed.” Her tone called me a bastard in the nicest way I’d ever heard it. I loved a little fire in a woman. Even more so in a woman forging an intimate relationship with my money. By the second Violet was accruing more respect than I’d been preparing to dole out.
“Of course,” I said, mimicking her caustic tone. Why did I need a reaction from her so badly?
She gave me nothing but a careful blink.
Maybe working with Violet might prove more fun than I originally estimated. I didn’t interview her personally, and there were no pictures with her file, so when I arrived, I expected a thirty-something powerlifting champion in a pinstriped suit. Violet had almost a delicacy about her inviting wariness. Meeting her in person, I wanted her to do well, for her benefit—not only mine. “I’m here to tell you how you will succeed in your goal.”
A line formed in the middle of her forehead as she considered my words. “And why would you do that? Isn’t it in your best interest to choose the right person for the job, not the make the person fit the job?”
“Usually, but I went to bat to hire you. Challenging the board with my choice. If you succeed, it looks good for me, and it keeps me from having to vet and hire yet another CFO.” I didn’t reveal my ongoing clash with the board about new executive hires. Or that the probationary period resulted from my pushing them about bringing her specifically.
She forced out a controlled sigh, and I watched her for any other outward reactions to me, the conversation, the thirty-day time limit on her employment. Absolutely nothing. Incredible.
“I can see the logic in that.”
I glanced over at Olivia to see if she got a reading on Violet that I missed. Olivia was better than most when it came to insight about other women.
Or maybe I just wanted a stolen moment to watch her. The only woman who eluded me. To be fair, I’d never put in much of the chase to catch her.
Even dressed for work, without the skintight dresses and sky-high heels, she looked like an idea.
Something yet for me to discover.
At the club we both attended, secretly on my part, of course, she always looked even better, more like a revelation.
Something I knew all along.
With her head bent over the notepad she held in one hand, she scribbled in quick, precise strokes. I realized Violet had been talking while I’d been gawking. I glanced up to find a silent Violet studying me with her head cocked to the side.
Between seconds, between heartbeats, between her look and my silence…she knew.
We stared each other down, Olivia completely oblivious to the growing tension stretched taut between Violet and me. A tension built precariously on a shared secret.
Violet repeated what I’d missed. “And what did you suggest, Duke, to preserve my place here?”
My name thrown in a gauntlet was not something I could ignore. I narrowed my eyes at her. I didn’t enjoy puzzles. And the five minutes I’d spent with Violet told me she’d be far more difficult to decipher than most.
“Olivia,” I said, not even looking at her, still grappling in the strangest battle of wills with Violet. “Will you give Ms. Cesario and me a moment?”
Monica Corwin is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author. She is an outspoken writer attempting to make romance accessible to everyone, no matter their preferences. As a Northern Ohioian, Monica enjoys snow drifts, three seasons of weather, and a dislike of Michigan football. Monica owns more books about King Arthur than should be strictly necessary. Also typewriters…lots and lots of typewriters.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Ready for a quirky paranormal romance? Because I just ran into the perfect book for you – Check out the newly released Not Her Gargoyle by Annie Nicholas – a fun and fast-paced adult romance with a lot of paranormal weirdness thrown in – which…
Many of my readers and fans ask me, “Where do your ideas and inspiration come from?” Sometimes it’s as simple as overhearing short dialogue in an airport lineup, or reading in the local paper about an amazing hero who ran into a burning house to…
Okay, I have to say, that I was taken back by the title of this book by J. A. Huss – The Pleasure Of Panic. Not sure how that could be pleasurable, but hey, because the Author always provides us with lots of amazing stories, I jumped right in – and so far have not been disappointed!
Read more about this book with the unusual title below, and don’t forget to enter in the giveaway at the end of the post!
Title: The Pleasure of Panic
Author: J.A. Huss
(Jordan’s Game Book Two (Standalone))
Publication date: April 10th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
From NYT Bestselling Author, JA Huss, comes a new sexy standalone in the Jordan’s Game series. Issy is about to have the night of her life! Her sexual fantasy is about to come true thanks to Jordan Wells and his little fantasy fulfillment business. Or is it?
A new day. A new game. A new girl to (try and) please.
Issy Grey is a control freak. There’s no problem she can’t solve. Issy’s also a successful self-help author, presenter, and life coach. She has every answer, every time you ask for it.
That is… until her BFF butts into her life and signs her up for a sexual fantasy fulfillment game she never asked to play!
Now she can’t turn it off! She can’t quit, because Jordan Wells refuses to admit she’s even a player!
And she can’t get rid of the man assigned to pleasure her with panic, because he’s her new bodyguard!
“I’m ready,” she finally says, breaking the awkward silence.
“Right,” I say. “Let’s go.”
I wave her forward towards the door but she shakes her head and juts her chin out. “You first,” she says.
Which is weird. But then again, this whole fucking night has been weird. “Sure,” I say, walking to the door and opening it up. But when I look over my shoulder, she still hasn’t moved. “Issy? You coming?”
She stares at me again. The seconds tick off. I start to feel uncomfortable, like she’s onto me. She knows I’m not a player in whatever game this is she’s playing. But just when I’m about to open my mouth and try to explain, she steps forward, and I relax.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Silver Springs,” I say.
“What? That’s like two hours away!”
Shit. Is it? I have no idea where Silver Springs is. Fuckin’ Declan was supposed to text me the address, so I check my phone, find the missed message, then press the maps app to get directions.
“How will I ever be back in time for masterclass prep tomorrow?”
What does she think is happening tonight? It’s fuckin’ killing me. But I can’t ask so I lie. “What we’re doing in Silver Springs won’t take long, don’t worry. You can sleep on the way there and the way back. I’ll keep you safe.”
“You keep saying that,” Issy says. “But I don’t need your protection, Finn. I need—”
But she stops. She was just about to tell me what she needs and… goddammit. I really hate this game we’re playing. “You need what?” I prompt her, hopeful.
“I need what was promised,” she says.
“Why?” I ask, because asking what was promised feels like the wrong move.
“You don’t need to know why,” she says, walking over to the framed magazine cover to straighten it out on the wall. She turns to me. “You just need to deliver.”
Deliver. O-kaaay. “Shall we?” I ask, standing just outside the door.
“Sure,” she says, and joins me on the front stoop, stopping to lock her door from the outside.
I take her bag—which is pretty light, and that impresses me. I appreciate a light packer—and stick it in the trunk, then open the passenger side door and wave her in.
“Rules say no civilians in the front,” she says.
“I’m gonna bend the rules tonight for you, Issy. I don’t like the idea of you riding in the back.”
“Why are you so suspicious of me all of a sudden? I mean, we just had a good time. What’s up?”
“You’re just acting weird.” But she gets in the front seat. So I close her door, walk around the car, and get in my side.
“It is kinda weird, right?” I start the car, check the directions on my phone, and then pull away from the curb as she thinks about that. “I mean… don’t you think this is weird?”
“Which part?” she says. “What I asked for? Or that I let you fuck me?”
“Let me?” I laugh, again. “Begged me, Issy.”
“Whatever,” she says, waving her hand in the air. “I never beg. I just take what I want.” But I catch a small smile out of the corner of my eye.
“So no, not too weird,” I lie.
“Just a little weird?” she asks, still smiling. “It’s not a strange request. I looked it up.”
“You did?” I ask. Fuck, I’m dying to know what she thinks we’re doing tonight.
“Yes. I found a study online that cited almost eight percent of the female population fantasizes about it.”
I almost stop the car. Like my foot taps the brake, and we both jerk forward before I realize what I’m doing and correct.
“What the fuck was that?” Issy asks.
“I… uh… there was a cat running across the road. I didn’t want to hit it.”
Did she imply what I think she implied? Are we playing a sex game?
“Is this a big place?” she asks in my ensuing silence.
“Nope,” I lie again. Well, is it really a lie if there’s no place? I mean, we are going somewhere, but the safe house in Silver Springs is obviously not what she’s fantasizing about.
“How many people?” she asks. And when I look over at her, she’s biting her lip like she’s nervous.
Fuck. I have nothing for that. “You’ll see,” I say, getting onto the I-70 freeway that will take us up into the mountains.
“Are you curious?” she asks.
“Very.” I laugh.
“About which part?”
“I mean, I know we’re not supposed to talk about this or it’ll ruin the illusion, but I’m sorta nervous and I can’t help it.”
Jesus Christ. Pull yourself together, Finn Murphy! You’re a goddamned FBI agent. You’re a motherfucking force to be reckoned with. This woman has you totally off your game! Step the fuck up and play!
I heed the internal monologue and collect myself. “I’m curious about the whole thing, honestly.”
“Because it’s weird?”
“I thought we already decided it was normal?”
“It is normal. Well, it’s normal to fantasize about it. I’m not sure how many women actually go through with it, so that’s… a little bit unusual. But you know what they say?”
“What do they say?” I’m dying. Fucking dying to know what they say!
JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller’s list 21 times in the past four years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.
Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.
She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
It’s cold outside, so let’s read something hot! Introducing Bad Wolf by Jo Raven! Don’t forget to enter the giveaway below for your chance to win a 50 Dollar Amazon gift card! Title: Bad Wolf Author: Jo Raven Publication date: February 8th 2018 Genres: Adult,…