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Monday, June 24, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Bad Things Blog Tour
Bad Things
By R.K. Lilley
Synopsis
Danika hasn’t had an easy life. Being insanely attracted to bad boys has never helped make it easier.
She knew better. Bad boys were bad. Especially for her. Considering her history, it was crazy to think otherwise. So why did crazy have to feel so damn fine?
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5 StarsI was lucky enough to receive an ARC copy of Bad Things in exchange for an honest review! I was new to R.K. Lilley's books, having never read her Up in the Air series, but I was WOWED with Bad Things! Danika always seems to fall for the bad boys, but honestly who doesn't! When Tristan Vega walks into the home where she works her world and heart flips! Both instantly want to hit the sheets, but Danika needs relationships, and Tristan doesn't do them!
Tristan is determined to teach Danika how to live for the now and enjoy life. She gives into a night out in the clubs with him and there her life begins to change. Slowly Tristan shows her there is more to him then what she first believed. Soon the chemistry is off the charts and neither can deny the other!
"Tell me not to kiss you," he said, when his lips were a breath away from mine. "Don't kiss me," I told him, my voice a breathless rasp. "Mean it," he said, crowding me into the corner of the pool. He tilted my chin up with his finger. "I can't," I gasped.
Boy does Lilley know how to write hot, dominate, mind blowing, sex scenes! I was blushing just reading them!
Things get sticky and lots of twists are thrown their way. Thankfully they have the very likable Frankie and Jared to help them out. The ending I won't spoil but just be ready to shed some tears!
I loved every word of this book and can not wait for the story to continue!
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Meet R.K. Lilley
R.K. Lilley lives in Colorado with her husband and their two beautiful sons. She's had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She's been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day. She is the author of the erotic romance novels In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, and the novella, Lana.
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Friday, June 21, 2013
Cover Reveal
Reflect Me
By K.B. Webb
Blurb
If you're looking for a story about a
sweet, innocent virgin who rides off into the sunset with a reformed bad boy,
then you're looking in the wrong place.
Some people don't get a happily ever after. Molly Scott is one of those
people, and she knows it. With the kind of past that she has, and the secrets
that she holds, she knows that even if she found Prince Charming, he wouldn't
want her. She refuses to dwell on her less than ideal situation though. This is
her life, no point in complaining.
Logan Reed had his life planned out, until all his dreams came crashing
down around him. Now, hes come back to the town he swore he would never see
again to start fresh. He has no plans of ever settling down again, that's how he
ended up back here in the first place.
When Molly and Logan meet, they are forced to rethink the lives they
thought they knew and the futures they were so sure they wanted. Suddenly, Molly
wonders if there is a better life outside of the hell she has built for herself
and Logan begins to rethink his resistance towards settling down again.
They say love conquers all, but Molly
and Logan are about to find out that sometimes love just ins't enough.
Goodreads Link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17860326-reflect-me
*Teaser has not been edited and is subject to change before release of Reflect Me*
After having a great lunch with Wynee and Justin, they left to go visit Justin’s dad. Logan and I stayed behind because I refused to leave The Creamery without some ice cream. As I scarfed down my double scoop waffle cone of chocolate chip cookie dough, I caught Logan looking at me out of the corner of my eye. He was licking his lips.
“What, do I have something on my face?” I frantically started wiping my mouth fearing I had ice cream everywhere. Logan gave me one of those token laughs and shook his head slowly.
“No, not at all Cookie. Your face looks perfect as always.”
“Cookie? Did you just call me Cookie?”
“I did. I’ve decided that’s my new nickname for you. Everyone calls you Molls, so I wanted to be different.”
“You can’t call me Cookie!” It wasn’t meant to, but it came out as a bit of a growl.
“And exactly why the hell not?” He honestly looked offended and a little angry. Damn he was hot when he was angry.
I took a big lick of my ice cream cone. “Because, I feel like you calling me Cookie is you implying I eat lots of cookies, therefore, implying I'm a fat ass, and I don’t like implications Logan.” He took his thumb and ran it across my bottom lip. When he pulled it away I saw he had a little bit of cookie dough on it. He ever so slowly put his cookie dough coated thumb in his mouth and sucked on the tip of it. That was hands down, the sexiest damn thing I had ever seen.
“I would never think you were a fat ass, because your ass is amazing. I’m going to call you Cookie because that’s what you are. You are the best kind of cookie there is, a little hard on the outside, but sweet and soft on the inside, mouthwatering, made to perfection, and I could eat you all day long and never get sick of you.”
“Oh.” That was my only response. I knew my cheeks were bright red, but there was no way in hell to not blush at that. Did he just say he could eat my all day? Oh dear God! Logan Reed was going to be the death of me, and my vibrators batteries!
After having a great lunch with Wynee and Justin, they left to go visit Justin’s dad. Logan and I stayed behind because I refused to leave The Creamery without some ice cream. As I scarfed down my double scoop waffle cone of chocolate chip cookie dough, I caught Logan looking at me out of the corner of my eye. He was licking his lips.
“What, do I have something on my face?” I frantically started wiping my mouth fearing I had ice cream everywhere. Logan gave me one of those token laughs and shook his head slowly.
“No, not at all Cookie. Your face looks perfect as always.”
“Cookie? Did you just call me Cookie?”
“I did. I’ve decided that’s my new nickname for you. Everyone calls you Molls, so I wanted to be different.”
“You can’t call me Cookie!” It wasn’t meant to, but it came out as a bit of a growl.
“And exactly why the hell not?” He honestly looked offended and a little angry. Damn he was hot when he was angry.
I took a big lick of my ice cream cone. “Because, I feel like you calling me Cookie is you implying I eat lots of cookies, therefore, implying I'm a fat ass, and I don’t like implications Logan.” He took his thumb and ran it across my bottom lip. When he pulled it away I saw he had a little bit of cookie dough on it. He ever so slowly put his cookie dough coated thumb in his mouth and sucked on the tip of it. That was hands down, the sexiest damn thing I had ever seen.
“I would never think you were a fat ass, because your ass is amazing. I’m going to call you Cookie because that’s what you are. You are the best kind of cookie there is, a little hard on the outside, but sweet and soft on the inside, mouthwatering, made to perfection, and I could eat you all day long and never get sick of you.”
“Oh.” That was my only response. I knew my cheeks were bright red, but there was no way in hell to not blush at that. Did he just say he could eat my all day? Oh dear God! Logan Reed was going to be the death of me, and my vibrators batteries!
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Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Cover Reveal
Curves and the Cowboy
By Jenn Roseton
Synopsis:
When curvy Sarah Grant comes home to Coldwater
Springs after spending six years in the city, the last person she expects to
bump into is sexy Chase McCord. After having a teenage crush on him for
years, she thought she was finally over him. After all, why keep
fantasizing about someone you can never have? But when Chase makes it
clear he’s ready to claim her for his own, Sarah finds it hard to believe him.
Can he convince her they were made for each other?
Author Bio:
Jenn Roseton believes that romance and hot sex go together. When
she's not writing erotic romance, she indulges in delicious gourmet chocolate.
Her books include the Hot and Sexy series, the Seduced by the Boss series and
BBW Needs Hot Sex. Find out about her latest news, promotions and new
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Thursday, June 13, 2013
Destined To Succeed Blog Tour
Destined To Succeed
Synopsis:
What
would you do if what you worked your entire life to build was suddenly
destroyed?
Cade
Walker is a cowboy Casanova. He’s cocky and he doesn’t care who knows it. He was
raised on Walker Ranch and was destined to one day take it over. What he didn’t
know was how soon that would happen. After his parents are killed in a car
accident he is thrust into becoming a responsible adult. Well, sort of. Cade is
always responsible when it comes to business, but pleasure, now that’s a whole
other story.
Suzanna
Mallory is a red-headed spitfire, who also happens to be Cade’s best friend. She
has loved Cade since they met when they were nine years old, but Cade just isn’t
the type to get married and settle down. Suzanna finds herself in an abusive
marriage and the only thing that keeps her sane is her daughter, Isabella, and
working with Cade at Walker Ranch.
When a
fire threatens to destroy the future of Walker Ranch, Cade and Suzanna have to
work together to save it.
What
will this mean for her marriage or to the feelings that she has for
Cade?
And
now that Cade thought he found love with Loralei Harper, only to realize she
didn’t feel the same way, is he ready to settle down?
Is
Cade Walker Destined to Succeed?
Author
I grew
up in a really small town in Missouri. Very similar to the fictional town I
wrote about in my novel. I moved to the big city right after I graduated. I work
full-time and I am mom to a beautiful little girl. I started writing in October
when a group I am in had a prologue contest. I didn't win the contest, but
everyone who read my prologue asked for more of my story. I decided I had to
finish it and get these characters that were in my head out on paper. During the
writing process it became clear that this was going to be more than one novel.
It had to be a series. I have at least 2 more novels planned for the Destined
Series. I also have an idea for a YA novel that stems from one of the characters
in Destined to Change...hint, hint. When I was asked to write this bio I
explained that I am really boring and it would be really short...so, that's
about all there is to know about me. I love music and honestly couldn't have
written this book without my Spotify playlist. I am kinda obsessed with frogs
(not real ones) and office supplies are my downfall! I could spend my whole
paycheck at the stationery store...boring, didn't I already say that? lol Also,
I am slightly addicted to Facebook and Voxer. Please message me on either
one...I would love to hear from all of you.
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Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/Lharley77
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17368908-destined-to-succeed
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Excerpt
Cade
was the most handsome boy I had ever seen. He had a strong jaw and perfect nose.
His muscles were accentuated by the farmers tan he always sported. He always
wore old t-shirts with the sleeves cut out. One of my favorite pastimes was to
do my homework out in the barn while Cade worked and I tried to catch a glimpse
of those muscles. (Sure, homework, that’s what I was doing!) I loved it when his
forehead would have that layer of sweat on it and the muscles in his arms were
strained while he bucked hay in the stalls. He was just sex on a stick. If the
body didn’t get you, that damn deep voice with the country drawl would do it
every time.
Review
- I had the pleasure of reading Destined to Succeed as an arc....and, surprise...it is now available on Amazon. Check out Deb's review...you will not be disappointed with this one. Cade is all that and a bag of chips! This story really rocks...when you are sure you know what is going on and "who dunnit"....think again! He said, she said, he should have said, she should have said, what she heard and what he meant...two completely different things...you get the picture. Lisa M Harley....home run with this one!
I had the pleasure of reading this as an arc...and wow...just wow. I had not known anything earlier of Cade...didn't know there was a prequel book to this one...getting his story was new to me.....but wow...I didn't need any prequel...this book rocks. Twists, turns, sex, love, lies, secrets, amazing characters....he said, she said...he didn't say, she didn't say...he should have said, she should have said....she overheard and didn't ask questions...he listened to what she thought she wanted, and he honored her wishes....yep....this has it all. At some points I wanted to throw my kindle....at other points, I wanted to take Cade and hug the crap out of him....he is arrogant...but with reason to be so.....run to amazon, hit one click...trust me...no regrets on this one!
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Bad Things By R.K. Lilley
Blurb
Danika hasn’t had an easy life. Being insanely attracted to bad boys has never
helped make it easier.
One look at Tristan, and every brain cell she possessed went up in smoke. This man was trouble with a capital T. It was a given.
She knew better. Bad boys were bad. Especially for her. Considering her history, it was crazy to think otherwise. So why did crazy have to feel so damn fine?
For as long as she could remember, Danika had been focused on the future with single-minded purpose. Tristan came along and taught her everything there was to know about letting go, and living in the present. She fell, hard and deep. Of course, that only made her impact with the ground that much more devastating.
One look at Tristan, and every brain cell she possessed went up in smoke. This man was trouble with a capital T. It was a given.
She knew better. Bad boys were bad. Especially for her. Considering her history, it was crazy to think otherwise. So why did crazy have to feel so damn fine?
For as long as she could remember, Danika had been focused on the future with single-minded purpose. Tristan came along and taught her everything there was to know about letting go, and living in the present. She fell, hard and deep. Of course, that only made her impact with the ground that much more devastating.
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“I have an idea,” Tristan said, moving around the kitchen
counter, and into the dining room.
He opened up a drawer of the desk that ran along the far
wall.
“That sounds ominous,” I said, following him.
“On a scale of one to ten, how much do you like the last guy
that you slept with?” Tristan asked me with an arched brow and a crooked smile,
flashing those dimples at me. He used
those things like a weapon.
“My ex? Negative five,
since I’m feeling mellow right now,” I said instantly.
He nodded. “Exactly. The last girl I hooked up with threw a drink
at another chick for smiling at me, and the one before that started nagging me
about my drinking after we’d hooked up one time. Sex turns women into nagging psychos, and it
turns men into straight-up assholes.
Now, how much do you like me?”
I wrinkled my nose at him.
“Right this second? Well, this
little speech is kind of annoying but I do kind of like you most of the
time. I’ll give you a solid five.”
He just grinned, not at all offended. I don’t think he would have known what to do
with me if I wasn’t giving him shit.
“Well, I give you a ten, which averages our friendship out to a solid
seven, making you one of my favorite people of all time. I’d like to maintain our average, so I say we
make a list.”
He had actually gotten a pen and paper out, and I made sure he
saw me roll my eyes.
His grin just widened.
“That’s what I love most about you.
I never have to wonder what you’re thinking. It’s all right there on your lovely face.”
My scowl just deepened as I saw what he was writing.
‘THE FRIENDS DON’T LIST’ –
Because I like you too much to sleep with you
I sighed loudly. “What is
the point of this? We don’t need to
write it down.”
He straightened, giving me a look that made things low in my body
clench in the most delicious way. His
gaze was borderline obscene as he eyed me, top to bottom.
He swallowed hard. “I
need to. God, Danika, even your feet are
fucking sexy to me, and I like you too fucking much to screw it up. I want to be around you. I’d be sad if you we didn’t see each other
anymore, and I’m batting zero at the relationship thing. I’m a good friend, though, so yeah, I need a
real clear ‘don’t’ list, so I don’t screw it up.”
I smirked at him. “My
feet, huh? My feet are really that
sexy? You crazy horn-dog.”
I didn’t want a relationship with him, either. I knew that it would mean the end of us as
friends, but knowing that he found me that sexy made me warm all over. It didn’t make me feel dirty to have him look
at me like that, it made me feel special.
It was a novelty for me, to be sure.
He laughed and nodded, giving me really good eye contact. “Yes.
It’s a problem. I’m a man-whore,
and you would tempt a saint. Let’s find
a way to keep our friendship safe.”
I liked that, liked that he valued my company more than my
body. I nodded, finally giving him smile
for smile. “Yes. That makes sense. Sex isn’t worth it anyway. It never leaves me with anything but a need
for a date with my vibrator, and that’s if I’m lucky.”
He groaned and slapped his forehead. “I need to get that image out of my
head. That was cruel. Do you mean that your last boyfriend didn’t
make sure you got off?” He asked the
question like he just couldn’t help himself.
I knew him well enough to know that he couldn’t.
I laughed, trying not to make it sound as bitter as it actually
was. “No. I’m saying that none of them did. They couldn’t find a clit with a map. Selfish pricks.”
He ran a hand over his face, and it went a little slack before
he looked at me again. “That hurts me
deep in my soul, Danika. I wouldn’t do
that to you. I’d make sure you came,
first and last. I’d go down on you every
time, if that’s what you like. I’d
lick—“
I held up a hand, giving him an arch look, though I was far from
unaffected by his little speech. I
wanted badly to see if he was really that good, but I shook myself out of it.
He grimaced. “Sorry,
sorry. That was out of line. You can’t tell me stuff like that. It makes me want to punch somebody and, well,
do things to you that do not need to be spoken out loud. But it does prove my point about me needing a
‘don’t’ list.”
I nodded. It was becoming
apparent that we both needed one.
“Yes. Don’t you worry about poor
old me. I like my vibrator just
fine. Better than any cock that’s ever
come near me, in fact.”
He closed his eyes, lowered his head, and held up one finger as
though he needed a moment.
I giggled, because I had been trying to torment him, and I saw
by the oversized bulge in his jeans that I’d succeeded.
I snapped my fingers at him.
“Okay, okay, let’s get on with it.
Get started with your list.”
1. No sex, no making out, no kissing.
“No getting off and thinking about you?” I asked. Yes, I was trying to torment him.
He held up that finger that made me giggle again. He looked like he was thinking hard for a
long moment, finally shaking his head.
“Nope. Can’t do that. Sorry.
It’s like saying I won’t get hard when I see you wearing a bikini. It would just be a lie. But I won’t torture you with the details, I
swear.”
I nodded, still smiling.
Teasing just never got old with him.
He made it so much fun. He made
absolutely everything fun. “The same,” I
told him. “I’ll try not to be too loud
when I cry out your name as I get myself off.”
He shook his head, looking pained. “So jacked up,” he muttered under his
breath.
After a long pause, he started writing again without another
word.
2. No getting jealous or complaining about who the other one is
dating or hooking up with.
“That goes for you too, right?” I asked archly. “No hitting guys in bars for looking at me
funny.”
“I didn’t hit him. I just
choked him a little.”
“Um, yeah, that sounds worse than punching. Not helping your argument.”
He completely ignored that, writing.
3. We can hang out whenever we want, but we won’t call it a
date, even if we’re doing date-like things
“Would oral be considered date-like?” I asked, just messing with
him, as usual. I’d never been able to
have sexual banter with a man that didn’t end up making me feel like shit. It was just the opposite with Tristan. For some reason, it made me feel warm and
fuzzy every time.
He sent me a twisted grin.
“I’m pretty sure that would be breaking the no kissing rule.”
“Pretty sure leaves wiggle room.”
He gave me a look that could only be described as longing. “I do love the way you wiggle.”
I giggled.
He went back to writing.
4. No nagging.
“That counts for you, too.
No telling me when I’ve had too many shots. That’s for me to decide.”
He sent me an exasperated look.
“Well, if you drink enough shots that you climb on the bar to dance, and
some guy grabs you, don’t nag me for beating the shit out of him.”
“That sounds like a clear violation of rule number,” I pointed
out.
“That’s not jealousy.
That’s me being protective of my buddy.”
I rolled my eyes. It was
a fine line.
He started writing again.
5. Always remember that we like each other too much to sleep
together, and that sleeping together will ruin EVERYTHING.
6. If the words ‘I love
you’ are ever mentioned, it will be assumed that it is in a friendship type
context.
7. No talking dirty, or talking about dates with your vibrator.
He sighed, immediately crossing #7 out.
7. No talking dirty, or talking about dates with your vibrator.
“That one is just no fun at all,” he explained.
I giggled. Only Tristan
could make me giggle.
He sent me a warm smile.
“I named my vibrator after you,” I told him with a smirk. “He’s small, but he makes up for it by
working hard.”
He straightened, moving a little close to show me just how small
he wasn’t. I backed up to the edge of
the table, and he followed.
He gave me his sinful smile.
“I’m big like this everywhere.
Don’t make me prove it to you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Every
guy says that. It would be refreshing to
meet a guy that just admitted to being average-sized, or God forbid, small.”
He shook his head. “You
want me to do something crazy. I see
your game now. Not falling for it.”
I couldn’t hold back a smile, because I had been egging him
on. The man was so outrageous, he’d do
anything on a dare. I shrugged. “I’ll never know, but in my imagination it’s
very clearly average, bordering on small.
No way to change it.”
He pursed his lips, his fingers going to the button on his
jeans.
I slapped my hands over my eyes, running away and giggling like
a kid.
He overtook me in seconds, picking me up easily. He flung me over his shoulder, heading to the
back door.
I knew where this was leading.
“Put me down!” I screeched between giggles. “I just washed my hair!”
“Every time you make me want to pull my dick out for you, for
any reason, I’m throwing you in the pool.
This is for the sake of our friendship, Danika.”
I was already flying through the air before he’d finished
talking. I heard him say Danika right
before my head went under.
The bastard. A quote from
Danika not long after...
“It wasn’t a don’t list, you douche bag! It may as well have been a fucking to-do
list!”
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