Friday, January 29, 2016

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Usually travel days bag me, but it doesn’t matter that I’ve been on the road most of the day, or that I smell like the inside of an airplane. Lily’s in Chicago. For multiple days. And this time I’m going to have more than twenty four consecutive hours in which to get her naked.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking exciting to fuck, like ever. Plus sleepovers. And pussy prison.
“Dude, I feel like I’m on the freaking Spinovator, relax,” Lance knocks his knee against mine.
I didn’t even realize I was bouncing my leg. I tap my fingers on my knee instead, but it’s not working. I’m keyed right up.
In ten minutes we’ll be at Waters’ house. I figure we only have to stay for max half an hour, then I’ll make up some excuse and take her back to my place. And then it’s a fuck free-for-all. I even bought her new panties and some fun “sleep wear” which is really just expensive scraps of lace that aren’t going to stay on very long.
I pull out my phone and send a message to Lily:


It’s another ten minutes before they’ll be here, so I run upstairs to one of the spare bathrooms and hunt down some mouthwash and deodorant so I don’t smell like crap. When I come back down, Alex is yelling for a hand with the bags.
Which means Lily’s here.
I take the stairs two at a time.
And there she is. Wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt, face flushed, hair flipping out at the ends. I barely let her in the door before I pick her up and crush her against me. I know, without a doubt that I’m way more invested than I should be in this girl, but I can’t seem to give a fuck right now.
I’m already hard. Already thinking about how long we have to stay before I can get her out of here and take her back to my place. And maybe not give her back.
She shrieks and giggles as I bury my face against her neck and breathe her in. She smells like she’s been drinking, and her skin is warm and sweet, like it always is. I part my lips against her neck and suck, then bite my way along her neck to her ear. “I can’t wait to go to pussy prison.”
I don’t think she even realizes that she moans, or that it’s loud. I look up to find all my friends staring at me. Lance looks like he’s trying not to shit his pants, Miller and Alex both kind of look like they want to kill me right now and Darren looks amused. But all I want is a few minutes alone with her.
I spin around and survey the hall, there are three doors. At least one of them has to be a bathroom. I head for the closest one. As long as it has a lock on it, we’re good to go.
“No way, Balls!” Miller shouts. “You and Lily aren’t allowed in bathrooms together!”
I laugh and sidestep through a door. It’s not a bathroom, it’s the laundry room. Even better, there are solid surfaces.
I try to shut the door, but Miller’s leaning against it. He’s a big guy, with a good thirty pounds on me, and that’s when he’s not bulking up. But I have something I want, and she’s standing right in front of me with those luscious lips parted, looking like she wants to be devoured as much as I want to devour her.
I lean into the door, pushing hard. I still have one arm wrapped around Lily’s waist, so I set her down, giving myself the advantage.
“I need a little something right here.” I tap my lips.
Lily glances at the mostly closed door, at Miller’s shoulder pressed against it and she smiles, coy and sweet. She steps in close and runs her fingers through my hair. Her nails scratch my scalp and skim behind my ear. I feel like I’m an addict. Her touch is the drug I crave and right now I’m about to get my first hit.
She rises up on her toes and brushes her mouth over mine, tongue peeking out to touch my lip.
“Seriously, Balls, can’t you wait, like, five minutes?” Miller grunts.
“I’m just saying hello, and I’m looking for a little privacy to do that.” I shove the door with my shoulder and turn the lock, ignoring Miller’s shouts. “And now we have some.”
Lily winds her arms around my neck as I lift her up and set her on the closest surface, which just happens to be a dryer. The height couldn’t be better. Lily parts her legs for me and scoots forward, wrapping her legs around my waist. And then we start grinding on each other.
I can’t get enough of tasting her, so I kiss a path up her neck, ready for her mouth.
“You’re terrible,” she whispers, then gasps when I grab her ass and pull her tighter against me.
“I know. We don’t have to stay here long—like fifteen minutes, and then we can go back to my place where we can play until you have to go back to Canadia.”
Someone knocks on the door, it’s probably Miller, but I’m right where I want to be, so I’m not inclined to stop what I’m doing. In fact, I’m wondering how hard it would be to get her naked right now, except the knocking is a little damn distracting. I try and slide a hand down the back of her jeans, but they’re too tight.
“Why’re you wearing pants? They’re so inconvenient.”
Lily laughs, it’s breathy and soft, but she wraps her legs tighter around me and I keep on grinding. The laugh turns into a moan, and she breaks out into goosebumps.
I’m pretty much dry fucking her. And that’s when I realize, this is just like that time in the bathroom at the exhibition game. All the signs are there; the way she’s gripping my hair, the little moans that get louder with every shift of her hips, the soft whimper that turns into my name.
I slip a hand under her shirt, skimming soft, hot skin until I reach the underside of her bra. It feels like satin. Pushing the cup up, I find her nipple and brush my thumb over it, feeling the skin tighten in response.
“I seriously need you naked. It’s not even funny,” I groan against her mouth.
Clearly she feels the same way, because she starts rubbing on me harder, faster and her grip on my hair tightens even more.
I break the kiss, biting back a smile at her despondent whimper. “You’re gonna come aren’t you?”
She nods furiously. “Uh-huh.”
“I should be inside you for that.”
She groans again, gripping the back of my neck like she’s trying to get my mouth back.
But I want to see her come. I want to see what happens when I barely touch her, because I know later, that when there aren’t any clothes in the way, I get to put my mouth on her, and be inside her, and watch all those orgasms happen. Just for me.
I pinch her nipple hard and pull her in tight. I feel her toes curling against the back of my legs. Her entire body goes still for a fraction of a second, and then she shakes hard, like she’s trying to control it. But she can’t, just like I can’t control this thing happening with her. And if I don’t get to be in control, then neither does she.
Lily bites her lip, as if she’s holding in the sound that comes with the sensations, but she doesn’t have control of that either. It’s a high-pitched moan that includes my name. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted, breath coming out in sharp gasps. And the way she’s looking at me, it’s the reason I want to keep her with me the entire time she’s here.
She’s not even done coming, not even close, when the door bursts open. Her muscles are tight, and her panic is clear. “Ride it out,” I whisper.
I don’t take my eyes off her though, because watching her come is my favorite thing. Apart from just being in her physical presence.
“Oh, wow.” That’s Sunny.
“Is she—” Charlene starts.
“Oh, definitely,” Violet interjects. “Check out her toes.”
Lily looks embarrassed as fuck, but I can’t stop smiling. I’ll deal with the epic case of blue balls I’m gonna be rocking to see her lose control like that.



Cover Reveal and Giveaway - Some Sort of Love




Title: Some Sort of Love
Series: Happy Crazy Love #3
Author: Melanie Harlow
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Jenn Watson, Social Butterfly PR
Cover Photo: Love N. Books
Cover Model: Franggy Yanez  
 Release Date: February 9, 2016



Blurb

On the surface, I have it all—a career I adore, a loving family, the Nixon metabolism but not the Nixon ears, and a salary that supports my lavish taste in designer shoes, fine wine, and lacy lingerie…but I have no one to share it with.

Until the day I run into him—my one night stand from college with the cocky smile, let’s-get-out-of-here eyes, and dirty, dirty mouth.

Levi Brooks is six feet four inches of hot bearded fantasy. A sexy single dad with broad shoulders, strong hands, and a fantastically big…heart. (I mean, it’s massive. And generous. And it pumps so hard… um. Sorry. Lost my place.)

But he lives for his son, and he's keeping me at a distance because he thinks I deserve someone better—a man who can give me more time, more attention, more of himself. He doesn’t believe he could ever be enough.

But he's wrong.

He’s everything.









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“So.” I glanced out the windows to the patio. “You want to go back out there?”

“Not really,” she said.

“You want to get out of here?”

She grinned. “Yeah. I do.”

I watched her rush up the stairs to get her things, and as soon as she was out of sight, I adjusted myself in my pants. My dick had jumped to life the second she said yeah, I do, as if the question had been you want to get naked and fuck? rather than something much less suggestive. Not that I didn’t want to get naked and fuck—hopefully I’d last a little longer than I had in the broom closet eleven years ago—but I didn’t want to make her feel like that’s what I expected. She wasn’t a horny nineteen-year-old college student anymore; she was a doctor, for fuck’s sake. She was beautiful and smart and mature and sophisticated, and a woman like her did not want some Neanderthal who probably needed a haircut and a new pair of shoes to throw her up against a wall for a five-minute fuck.

A woman like that deserved attention all night long. She deserved someone who would undress her slowly and delight in each new inch of her skin as it was revealed. Someone who would run his hands all over her body and find out where she liked to be touched, how she liked to be touched, what she wanted to hear whispered to her in the dark. Someone who would wrap those gloriously long legs around his neck and use his tongue until she begged for his cock, then use his cock until she begged for mercy.

Fuck. I could be that guy.


Except I couldn’t be. Not tonight. Because I wasn’t a horny college student anymore either—I was just a horny single dad who didn’t have the luxury of taking a woman home and lavishing all my time and attention on her the way I wanted to.

As soon as I had the thought, I felt guilty. Scotty was the love of my life and always would be, and whenever I felt the slightest bit resentful about something I couldn’t do because of him, that resentment was immediately crushed by shame. He didn’t ask to be born wired differently, into a terrible relationship, to a mother who would decide she couldn’t handle being a parent, to a father who wasn’t prepared for any of it. He was completely innocent, and he needed me to be a better man.

Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled and wondered if I should ask Jillian for a raincheck on a night when Scotty’s usual sitter could be there. If he woke up again and I wasn’t home yet, he might never get back to sleep. We’d be up all night, tomorrow would be miserable, and the whole start to the week would be off.

But she was so beautiful. And I hadn’t been this attracted to someone in so long.

“Fuck,” I muttered, checking my watch. What was the right thing to do? If she were a different sort of woman, if her brother-in-law weren’t my friend and client, if we lived three states apart…if any number of circumstances were changed, I’d grab her hand, drag her out to my car, and spend the next thirty minutes fucking her brains out in the back seat. It would feel so good to take control that way, to lose control that way, to release some of this fucking tension. But was that fair to her?

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

“Hello?”

“He’s up again.” Monica’s voice was strained, and in the background I heard the familiar keening of a nighttime meltdown. My chest hurt, the way it always did when Scotty was upset.

“Shit. OK, I’m on my way. Twenty minutes, OK? Thirty at the most.”

“OK.”

“Tell him he can play on his iPad.”

“That’ll just rile him up more. He’s tired. He needs to go to sleep.”

I clenched my fist. “Just do it, OK? It will help calm him until I get there.”

As I ended the call, I heard footsteps above, and then Jillian appeared at the top of the stairs carrying a small suitcase. I watched her descend, the tightness in my chest growing. Also the tightness in my pants. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said, her face concerned as she reached the ground and saw my expression. She set down the suitcase. “What’s up?”

Sighing, I put my phone back in my pocket. “I have to get home. Scotty woke up and he’s upset.”

“Oh.” She tried to hide it, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes.

“I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“That’s OK. I understand.”

“Can I call you?”

“Of course.” She smiled, and her lips looked so soft and inviting, I took a step closer.

If you kiss her, it will be that much harder to leave.

I knew it was the truth, but I couldn’t help myself. One kiss. Just one. And then I’ll go. I moved even closer and took her head in my hands.

The curve of her smile deepened. “What are you doing?”

“I’m thinking about kissing you.”

“Stop thinking.”

I lowered my lips to hers and let them rest there, fully intending the kiss to be short and sweet, just a goodnight.

But I couldn’t break it off. I wanted more—I wanted to taste her. Slanting my head, I changed the angle of the kiss, teasing her mouth open with mine, slipping my tongue between her lips. A little sigh escaped her, and my dick jumped to life again.

You have to go, you have to go, you have to go.

But her hands were moving up my chest and my fingers were sliding into her soft brown hair and I could smell something sweet and citrusy on her skin and it mingled with the taste of whiskey on my tongue and oh God, I wanted my tongue everywhere on her body. I wanted make her come with it just so I could hear that little sigh again and again and again. And I wanted to feel my hands in her hair just like this while she got on her knees and took my cock between her lips, looking up at me with those big blue eyes…

Groaning, I forced myself to take my lips off her before I completely lost my senses. “God, I wish I could stay,” I said, resting my forehead against hers. “I wish a lot of things.”

“I know.” She played with my tie again. “I wish I was taking this tie off you, not straightening it.”

“What a coincidence, that’s one of my wishes too.”

She laughed and kissed me quickly. “Another time, maybe. You better go.”




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Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she's not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.

Melanie is the author of the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.



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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Cover Reveal- Last Call

Photography by: Perrywinkle Photography https://www.facebook.com/Perrywinkle-Photography-181095318624016/?fref=ts
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Release Date: Feb 15, 2016
Once Rose Fisher makes a decision, that’s it. End of story.

Like when her ex, Patrick, dumped her out of the blue, then showed up with a super hot, tatted up sex kitten on his arm. Then it was over for good. The end. Poof. Dead to her. Except he was everywhere — down the hall, at the bar with their friends, worming his way into her dreams.

But with their friends paired off, they’re left alone more and more. Rose is determined to keep him friendzoned — doesn’t matter that he stares at her with a smolder that drops all panties in a ten foot radius. She’s over him, and she’ll prove it by getting back into the dating game, Patrick be damned.

Patrick Evans is no stranger to consequences. When your mother walks out, your dad drifts away. When you leave home, you’re on your own. And when you run away from the girl you love, you lose her. He finally has an opportunity to rebuild the bridge he burned, and it’s not one he’ll take for granted. But he’ll have to fight for her, even if it hurts. Even if it means he’ll walk away brokenhearted. Because deep down, he knows that she’s it for him. 

The trick will be to get her to admit she feels it too.

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About the Author
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom; she has three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife; even though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f and ends with k.
From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.




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Blog Tour & Review - Three Dirty Secrets

Three Dirty Secrets by Nikki Sloane is finally here!

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Blurb:
No man can own me. I negotiate sex for money at an illicit blindfold club, but my body is not for sale. I don’t submit and I don’t surrender.
Until I meet him. This beautiful artist’s tattoo now covers the scar of the worst mistake of my life.
Being with him could expose everything I’ve been hiding, and although there’s so much at stake, I can’t stop myself. The battle for control between us is too hot, too powerful to resist.
With all my dirty secrets, what’s going to happen when he forces me to come clean?
NOTE: This book is a standalone with no cliffhanger ending, but does include scenes of MFF. Mature readers only.


Review
I have to admit, I am already a Nikki Sloane fan. She does not disappoint me with her sexy imagination and turning that into a story that is highly erotic. I have read the whole series and Three Dirty Secrets is just as hot if not hotter than Three Hard Lessons ( which I believe to be my dirtiest read). 

Regan Adams negotiates the deals at the Blindfold Club, she is strong, dominate and has secrets that could hurt her relationship with the club and the guy she just met.

Silas Getty is a tattoo artist, art studio owner and sexy photographer. Silas is recommended to Regan for tattoo work that she would like to have done. Damn!!! This tattoo scene makes for one hot flash moment. Silas is sexy and loves to have total control, does that control last now that he met Regan?

The relationship between Silas and Regan is over the top hot as hell, which makes for an extremely enjoyable read. Between secrets, sex and two sexually dominate characters, Sloane will have you gasping for air, lifting your jaws up off the floor or jumping into a cold shower. 


Excerpt:
 “I think you want this almost as badly as I do, Regan. You’re going to take your clothes off because I’m putting my hands on your fucking body in a few seconds, and you don’t want me to ruin your clothes.”
He left me standing there in surprise and went back to the table. He picked up the charcoal pencil and rubbed it between his palms, covering his hands with even more black dust.
It was impossible to have friction without heat, and it flickered through my body, warming all the way down to my toes. He’d told me to take off my clothes, but it was really a choice. I could stay as I was and call his bluff, do as he asked, or walk away.
What would those dark hands do? Would they leave perfect black handprints against my ivory skin? The image was too powerful to deny. I locked my gaze on him, only breaking it for a moment as I tore my sweater up over my head.
Lust made his eyes heavy as he watched me shed the plain white t-shirt, and work the snap of my jeans. I tugged them off and tossed them to the floor with aggression. “Okay, done. Put your filthy goddamn hands on me.”
Fire flared so hot, it made the room scorching. He came at me, but I held my ground. His hands lifted to cup my face—wait, no. That wasn’t his intent. I inhaled sharply when he put both hands around my neck.
I fought the instinct to break his hold. There wasn’t any tension in his fingers as his hands wrapped around my throat, they simple rested there. It was dominating, but it was exciting, too.
When he released me, Silas made a noise of satisfaction. The sight of his black handprints on my skin obviously pleased him. My pulse sped to a million miles an hour. Did these handprints ringing my neck look like a collar? Like he owned me?
“The bra,” he said on a hurried breath. “Take it off.” He gazed at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d seen, and my hands moved instantly. The clasp was undone and I slipped the straps down my shoulders, letting the bra fall away. My exposed breasts felt heavy and aching for his touch, which he seemed eager to do.
He filled the weight of one in his hand, pressing his dark, rough palm against my pale skin. As he peeled his fingers away, we both looked down and admired the perfect gray handprint he’d left. God, it was sexy. He instantly did the other breast so I had a matching set.
“That looks fucking amazing,” he said. “Stay right like that.” And then he hurried for his camera.

About the Author:
Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, is married with two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn't be any happier.
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Book Review- Counsellor & Magnate ( The Acquisition Series)

Counsellor ( Acquisition #1)

by Celia Aaron


In the heart of Louisiana, the most powerful people in the South live behind elegant gates, mossy trees, and pleasant masks. Once every ten years, the pretense falls away and a tournament is held to determine who will rule them. The Acquisition is a crucible for the Southern nobility, a love letter written to a time when barbarism was enshrined as law. 



Now, Sinclair Vinemont is in the running to claim the prize. There is only one way to win, and he has the key to do it — Stella Rousseau, his Acquisition. To save her father, Stella has agreed to become Sinclair's slave for one year. Though she is at the mercy of the cold, treacherous Vinemont, Stella will not go willingly into darkness. 

As Sinclair and Stella battle against each other and the clock, only one thing is certain: The Acquisition always ends in blood. 

Full disclosure: This book is a dark romance with elements of slavery, violence, BDSM, and super-hot sex. It is the first of a series and ends on a cliffhanger. If you're good with these caveats, enjoy.

                      Favorite Quotes:

" Then you really are as dump as I think you are."
" That's fair, given I already know you're as evil as I think you are."

All the concern that he'd 
walked in with was gone.He 
looked...hungry, as if the moon
had emerged from behind a cloud
and revealed him to be some sort 
of ravenous wolf.

At that moment in front of the fire , I wanted the fairy tale. I wanted to be her knight instead of her demon. I kissed her like I meant it, like I felt something more for her than ownership.

                           My Review:

     Starting a review for Counsellor by Celia Aaron, I am finding myself overwhelmed with emotions and trying to write them down seems difficult. I think it's because the way I felt while I was reading the book deserves to be verbally broadcast. I can write all I want, but it will not feel the same as if I am discussing this book to a friend or my hubby ( as I did).

     Let me begin with Sinclair Vinemont, he is the eldest son and is next in line to find a acquisition for the family. A tournament is held every ten years and three eldest members from each family will battle to become the Sovereign, that person will hold power for 10 years and lead the most powerful people in the south. Vinemont wants this title and is willing to do anything for it. Sinclair, is a brooding character which at first is very hard to like. His emotions are strongly defined but I could sense a weakness which could make winning this title difficult.

     Stella Rousseau, is a beautiful artist who is standing by her accused father waiting for a ruling for his punishment. She catches the eye of one Vinemont and to her utter disgust he propositions her with a agreement, in order to keep her father out of prison she will have to give one year of her life to be his acquisition, to torment her body and soul. Stella will not go willingly, she will fight who she must to not break her spirit.

    I physically want to scream right now!!! Their our so many characters to this story that make it a read that you do not want to put down. Sinclair has 2  brothers Lucius and Teddy and they are very important. I can't say much about Lucius, he is basically as dark as his older brother. Teddy is the one with the big heart and adds brightness to this family. The other characters you will either love them or hate them with such a passion.

Counsellor will at times drive you mad, with the love hate relationship between Sinclair and Stella. The sexual tension and the moments of passion will send shivers down your body. At one point in the story I found myself crying because during one of the trials, Aaron has it perfectly written where you will feel the torment of the punisher and the pain of Stella, it tore me apart. The abuse from this trail will leave Stella questioning how this tournament will proceed and could change her feelings for Sinclair, it also leads to a cliffhanger that will want you to go straight to book 2 Magnate.  

                                                                       TEASER:

Magnate ( Acquisition #2)

Lucius Vinemont has spirited me away to a world of sugar cane and sun. There is nothing he cannot give me on his lavish Cuban plantation. Each gift seduces me, each touch seals my fate. There is no more talk of depraved competitions or his older brother – the one who’d stolen me, claimed me, and made me feel things I never should have. Even as Lucius works to make me forget Sinclair, my thoughts stray back to him, to the dark blue eyes that haunt my sweetest dreams and bitterest nightmares. Just like every dream, this one must end. Christmas will soon be here, and with it, the second trial of the Acquisition.

Full disclosure: This book is a dark romance with elements of slavery, violence, BDSM, and super-hot sex. It is the second book of a trilogy and ends on a cliffhanger. If you're good with these caveats, enjoy. 

Coming April 2016 -- Sovereign, Book 3 of the Acquisition Series

                           Favorite Quotes:

“Seven rules to see you through. Seven rules to live by. Seven rules to make it hurt. Seven rules to kill by.”

“Even when she wasn’t in my presence, I saw her. More than that, I felt her. She’d taken up residence inside me.”
My heart swelled, and so many emotions I thought I'd given up on rose to the surface, not the least of which was hope. Hope that this would change things. Hope that he would value me more than just a means of winning the Acquisition.

                                  My Review: 

     Magnate, begins where the Counsellor ended, Stella decides that she wants Sinclair's brother Lucius to claim ownership over her and lead her through the trials. Even though she has been whisked away to a sugar cane plantation and the feeling of the trials and Sinclair are far behind. Sinclair is never far away from Stella's mind, no matter how much Lucius tries to claim ownership over Stella her body, mind and soul yearns for his older brother.

     The stay on the plantation does not last long and due to some unforeseen circumstances they must return home to the Vinemont Mansion and prepare for the second trail which will ask more from Stella than can be imagined. She will have to trust the man who has thrown her to the wolves. She will find a friendship with one of the other acquisitions that could help get them through the tournament one step at a time. The acquisitions are put through hell and back, will Stella have to be put  through the pain and shame as the others and if so will the Vinemont brothers be there to protect her?

     In Magnate you will discover hidden secrets of the family, that will help you understand why this tournament is so important to the family, you will also discover how this tournament can break a person and destroy the life they knew. New friends will surround Stella which will give her strength and keep her spirits high. 

     Sinclair and Lucius will not see eye to eye, but in the end can they come together for the family and help Stella survive the darkness hidden behind these two men and the twisted demands of the powerful people in charge of the tournament. Sinclair's feelings for Stella are to strong for him to hide and his sexual desire for her will have you curling your toes no matter how much you hate his need to win, you will desire more of the sensual moments that Sinclair and Stella have.

     I am so in love with Stella's strength no matter how much she is put through and trust me she will be put through a lot, everyone and everything she believes in will be a lie and will tear her apart but she still tries to look past all that and what keeps her going is knowing there is a end to this monstrosity of a tournament and how she will bring down everyone that has hurt her. 

        Celia Aaron has gone beyond what I enjoy in a good story. I am truly a fan and look forward to book 3 Sovereign because of course like any great writer they leave us with a cliffhanger that has us climbing the walls.

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14178108Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Blog Tour and Book Review - Under Covers

Under Covers

by Kayti McGee

Halfway through her first year on the job, Melissa Montclair decides the best part of teaching is winter break.

And the best part of break is the Perfect Ten she meets in a bar on New Year’s Eve. Why not celebrate a semester under her belt with a Perfect Ten in her pants? The one night affair is all she hoped for, until she walks into school a week later and sees Mr. Ten is Student Twenty-nine on her roll call.

She should be mortified—and she is—but that doesn’t stop her from banging him again. And again.

And again.

So much for job security.

Posing as an exchange student at Hamilton High is finally the assignment Officer Spence Vega has been hoping for. Now he has a shot at getting to the bottom of the town’s recent molly epidemic. There’s only a couple of problems: first, history is taught by the curvy bombshell he banged on New Year’s. Second, his growing suspicion is that she’s the dealer he’s looking for.

The job was supposed to be an easy in-and-out, not the teacher.

If only they could stop getting under the covers, staying undercover would be so much easier.



Amazon US Buy Link: http://amzn.to/1PhKzQd
Amazon UK Buy Link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/UnderCovers-Kayti-McGee-ebook/dp/B01ATWT1LM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1453315341&sr=8-1&keywords=UnderCovers+Kayti


Excerpt:
I run my hands across the small of her back softly, swaying against her as she arches into me. We are dancing without music, a sexy tango of clothes and lips. (See what I did there? Tango. Oh wait, that’s Argentina. Never mind.) And soon she is standing in nothing but lace. I run my hands over the swells of her breasts and relish in her gasps and moans. She's wound tight, and I plan to play her like a violin. (That one works much better.) Her bra drops to the floor, and she stands flushed and unashamed before me. 

My teacher. Goddamn. I am going to go home and sponsor two more orphans. 

"Take off your panties," I order.

She hooks her thumbs into the elastic and spins in a slow circle, leading with her ass. Slowly, she slides them down, her shapely ass still in the air, and lifts one leg at a time, my own private strip show. All we’re missing are the glasses and the chaste updo. Although, truly, I don’t feel like I’m missing anything. She's totally bare, always a treat, and already I can remember her sweet taste on my tongue. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, giggling as I spin her around. I set her on the island and kiss her cheeks, her neck, across her collarbone, and down to those tits I’ve been longing for. 

Each nipple pebbles under the warmth of my tongue, like they were waiting for this very moment. 

Like they were waiting for me. The two new orphans I promised to care for. She drops her head backwards and moans, encircling her arms around my neck. I secure her to me with my right arm and use my left hand to cup each breast as I adore it with my tongue. I can't stop thinking of what sheer perfection her body is. She smells like a honeycomb, tastes the same, and her skin is as soft as silk. Our bodies move together like they were made for one another, calibrated to the other exactly. 

It's the most intimate moment I’ve ever shared with someone, and we haven’t even gotten to the sexing yet. I said I was riding a unicorn before, but this girl is a unicorn. 

My cock begins to ache in anticipation, rising again to the challenge. I lay her down gently across the island, my own personal feast, and bend over her. I can’t stop my hips from moving as I kiss her again, and work my way back down her body. Past the delicious swells of her breasts, down the tight curves of her stomach, past her cunt smelling incredibly of her sex. I love on her legs and her calves, paying special attention to the tender skin behind her knees and on her upper thighs. 

She growls playfully, wriggling her body each time my lips cross over the spot she wants me most, but I don't give in. Instead I give her a single long, slow lick down her blissfully pink pussy and return to her stomach, then back up to her breasts. Her nipples are tight nubs and I gently bite down on each.

"Tease," she breathes. 

I only grin wickedly at her. After all, she’s the one who suggested that this last all evening. 

"Lick me." She’s (impossibly) even sexier when she commands me. 

"Only when you beg me." She might be my teacher, but I can show her a thing or two myself. 

She shudders a little. "I never beg." 


"Tonight you will."


                             Favorite Quotes:

I want to imprint into my memory every fucking perfect inch.Every dip, every curve, every smooth line. I'm going to taste every inch, but my eyes are hungry, too.

he's afraid that , as soon as he lets go, I'll fly away. But I can't flyaway; I'm pulled in like a magnet, like a butterfly to a flower, like a moth to a flame. I am his.

                                    My Review:

     Kayti McGee had me right from the beginning, Under Covers has to be one of the hottest and ridiculously funniest story that I have read. Starting with one of the steamiest one-nighters between teacher Melissa and Mr. Ten from the bar Spence followed by a jaw-dropping first day back for second semester of school. I totally had to pick my jaw off of the floor, that did not stop me from reading. 
     
     Melissa, is a high school history teacher and realizing Spence is walking the halls, totally freaks her out. Is that enough to keep her away from the one guy that knows his way around her body like no one ever has? Is she willing to lose her career for this outrageously gorgeous guy?

     Spence, is a riot of the comedic and sexual hot  proportion. Thinking that his one night stand will stay a one-nighter, Spence never expected that he would see her in the halls of his undercover assignment. With trying to find out who is selling drugs in high school and trying to keep his hands off of his teacher, this story makes for one comedy of a drug bust and hot for teacher read.  
             * I am so loving Kayti McGee and can't wait to read more from her.*
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About The Author:

Kayti McGeeKayti McGee is a former Kansas Citian who now follows the Royals from Colorado. Besides writing, her hobbies include travel, cooking, and all thing Whovian. She also writes as the latter half of Laurelin McGee. Like her co-author Laurelin Paige, she joined Mensa for no other reason than to make her bio more interesting.



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