Spotlight- Taboo Unchained By C.M. Stunich

I love C.M. Stunich and I'm so excited she has a new book out! I read the Hard Rock Roots books, all the ones that are out and it's one of my favorite series.
I love this excerpt and I can't wait to read this, it's going to be so good.

TABOO UNCHAINED by C.M. Stunich

A stand-alone novel of 95,000 words.

Release Day is undetermined at the moment but SOON

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***WARNING: This is a dark romance erotica – meaning lots of violence, sex, and emotionally
disturbing inner dialogue. However, there is *NO* kidnapping, rape, or other forms of misogyny.
Lucas Carter is an anti-hero, but he doesn't disrespect women. The entire book is told in his point of
view.

The taboo turns me on.
The dirty. The filthy. The nasty.
The man your mother fucking warned you about – is me.
Hold onto your panties, ladies.
Lucas Carter is here to show you the dark side of the sheets.

CHAPTER ONE
IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS UNHOLY

My name is Lucas Carter, and I am a fucking God.
I slide my hand down my cock, gripping the base of my shaft with sure fingers. A smirk lingers
on my lips as I work my body like a machine. I know what gets me off – oh, who I am kidding? I
know what gets everyone off – so it doesn't take long to milk pre-cum onto my fingers.
The blonde lying across my bed watches me with hungry eyes, sliding her tongue across her full
lips. They're already swollen from my ministrations, bruised by my kisses. Marked. Sealed. Stamped
with my name.
I smile.

“Tell me you want this,” I command, watching as her gaze rakes down my body, begging
silently for me to fuck her, to slide my cock into her folds and own her. Little does she know, I already
do. I don't need to touch a woman to possess her; I can reel in souls with a simple look, a light touch, a
well-timed smile. It's not magic. This, this is simple biology.

“I want your penis,” she says, and I cringe, releasing my dick and stalking across the room
towards her. She cowers back, but I don't touch her. Lucas Carter never hits women – not unless they
want him to. I do not believe Mrs. Braxton ordered that particular service. From the corner of the
room, I hear her husband shift uncomfortably. I've already asked him twice to keep his mouth shut. I
don't do men, but I do allow them to watch, provided they keep quiet.

“My … penis?” I ask, trying not to grit my teeth. Mrs. Braxton has pushed me to the edge of
my sanity today. She's attractive, much more so than my other clients, but she has a bad habit of
dulling my excitement with her squeaky clean little mouth. Not even the bright red of her lipstick is
helping.
“This is not a sexual education class, Clarice. This is not your mother's living room. If you're
going to refer to my body, you're going to use the words that I choose.” I pause and stand up straight,
sliding my sticky fingers back down my shaft. Pleasure pricks my body, helping to soothe my ire.
“Now. Repeat after me.” I pause, watching as Clarice's pink nipples stand at sharp attention. Her
stomach muscles tighten as she sucks in a deep breath. “Dick.”
I take a step closer, letting my eyes soak in her rounded curves and the sweep of her pale hair
across the white linens. Her blue eyes break from mine for just a split second, sliding over towards the
corner where her husband sits. I reach my fingers out and grab her chin, guiding her attention back to
my face. Make no mistake here: Mr. and Mrs. Braxton may be my clients, but I am the one in charge.
“Say. It.” If there's one thing I hate more than the mollification of genitalia, it's having to
repeat myself. My hand tightens on my cock. Clarice swallows hard as her eyes flutter and her lips
part softly.

“Dick,” she whimpers, and the smile returns to my face. I trail my fingertips down her throat,
watching the jumping pulse of her heart as I drag my hand towards her full breasts.

“Cock.” The word jumps sharply off my tongue at the same moment I clamp my fingertips on
Clarice's taut, pink nipples. She groans deeply, relaxing back onto the bed and spreading her legs wide
for me, opening up that pretty pink pussy like a flower in bloom. I ignore the slight murmur of Mr.
Braxton's moans from the corner by gritting my teeth. We're not even through the first course yet and
already the buffoon is gasping and spilling his seed into his own hand. More than likely, he'll retreat to
one of the other nineteen bedrooms in this sprawling monstrosity of a home and fall asleep, leaving me
to deal with his wife alone. Not that I'm complaining – I much prefer it that way – but I can only
imagine what kind of a man would be comfortable leaving his pride and joy to find solace in another
man's arms. More often than not, my clients' husbands know nothing about what goes on behind closed
doors. If anyone asks, I'm simply the 'interior designer'.

“Cock,” Clarice moans, letting her head fall back and bending her legs at the knees. The head
of my dick presses tight against her opening, sliding slick cum over her heat. But I don't enter her. I'm
not here to pummel her pussy and roll away satisfied. If Mrs. Braxton simply wanted a stallion to ride,
there are a hundred other men in this city that she could've called for a fraction of the price. My phone
only rings when there are darker desires to satisfy, cravings that delve much deeper than simple sex.
I pull away and let my smile morph into a grin.

“No, please,” Clarice whimpers, much like she always does. “I need it. Just … have sex with
me, please.” My mouth twitches and my hands clench tight at my sides. She can't even say fuck. After
all these sessions, all these dirty romps, these forays into the depths of darkness, and she can't say the
Goddamn F-word.

“Fuck,” I snap, sliding my withering cock back into the confines of my slacks. Clarice sits up
quickly, brushing her French tipped nails through her blonde hair. Trophy wife. The term was coined
to describe this woman, this twenty-something beach bunny married to a fifty year old man.
Disgusting. I have had it for today. Clarice has had me over before – she knows better than to piss me
off. “Fuck me, Clarice. We have had this discussion.” My dick is soft now, flaccid and useless. “So
I'm going home.”
I turn around and grab my briefcase, laying my suit jacket over my arm. One quick glance at
Mr. Braxton shows that he's already asleep in the ostentatious wingback chair that sits near the window.
I try desperately not to roll my eyes.

“W-wait!” Clarice calls out, scrambling off of the bed and chasing after me. I ignore her when
she tugs on my arm and tries to stop me from heading out the door of her bedroom. “I can say it. Fuck
me. Fuck me, Lucas.” I slide easily from her grasp and manage to step into the hallway before she
gloms onto me again. My scowl feels permanently etched into my skin at this point. I'm an artist
whose medium is flesh and blood and sex.

“I am not a whore, Clarice,” I tell her as we move past the open door of a bedroom and the blasé
stare of one of the Braxton's many maids. They've seen it all and more, I'm sure. Not once have I ever
seen a single one of them blink at my presence, not even when I'm ramming Mrs. Braxton in a sex
swing dangling off the edge of the balcony overlooking the foyer. Heights. The danger of falling is
one of the few things that really gets Clarice off. That, apparently, and my utter distaste for her
personality.

“I know, and I'm sorry, please. Lucas, come on.” Clarice follows me halfway down the curving
staircase before I stop and turn to her, her chest heaving, breasts full and admittedly quite tempting. I
lean over and whisper in her ear.

“Stop begging like the desperate little slut that you are, and maybe I'll consider fucking you next
time.” I watch out of the corner of my eye as her lashes flutter and her breath comes quicker. Insults.
A fairly tame breed of naughty, but one that Mrs. Braxton likes all the same. I step back and continue
down the stairs, debating on whether or not I'm going to stop in the gaudy gold and white marble
bathroom near the front door. My hands are still sticky with my cum, and the sensation is making my
teeth hurt. I'm a meticulous man, and I like to be clean.

“You're seriously leaving?” Clarice wheedles as I hit the bottom stair and pause with one foot
on the ugly travertine floor. I spare her a quick glance over my shoulder and find a frown plastered
across those red, red lips. “The check cleared, didn't it?” she snaps when she sees me make no move to
turn around.
My scowl returns with a vengeance.

“I already told you: I am not a whore.” Fuck. I hate repeating myself. I continue towards the
front door, pausing only when a vase smashes into the ground next to my feet, shattering into a million
white and blue pieces. I don't bother to look back when Clarice starts screeching at me.

“You are a whore. An overpriced one at that. Get over yourself, Lucas. You have sex for
money!”
Okay, now that does give me pause. A smile replaces my scowl as I turn around and give Mrs.
Braxton my most evil look.

“Then you and I, my darling, are one in the same. Next time Mr. Braxton is busy riding your
ass, think of me to get through it. I'll consider that a freebie.”
A small angel statue comes flying over the railing of the balcony, crashing into a gilded mirror
not six feet from where I'm standing.

C.M. Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA. A mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin's (yes, that's her name!) desire to write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters, magical trains, and Nemean Lions (Google it!). She currently enjoys drag queens, having too many cats, and tribal bellydance.

Always a fan of the indie scene and 'sticking it to the man,' Ms. Stunich decided to take the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be assured though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper place in the world of writers before taking up a friend's offer to start a publishing company. Sarian Royal was born, and Ms. Stunich's books slowly transformed from mere baking chocolate to full blown tortes with hand sculpted fondant flowers.

C.M. is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a regular basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world.

Ms. Stunich can be reached via e-mail or by post and loves to hear from her readers. Ms. Stunich also wrote this biography and has no idea why she decided to refer to herself in the third person.

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Blog Tour- Guest Post: Shattering Halos By Sunniva Dee

Shattering Halos By Sunniva Dee

Series: Halos # 1

Published: February 24, 2014

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I traded my death for love. I wasn’t given a choice. His decision has caught up with us, so now I am a living, breathing catalyst to war between Heaven and Hell.

The violations he committed saved my life. Since the collision, he’s appeared everywhere. In my hospital room, my school, even my house. He shows up in my paintings, my drawings, in all of my art projects. I can’t stop thinking about him.

He says his name is Gabriel, and he doesn’t understand what’s happening to him. He doesn’t know how I can see him or why he wants me in ways that should be impossible for a Celestial.

My obsession grows. I need him to hold me, kiss me—give all of himself. For every day he protects me, the consequences loom darker and taller. Soon, they’ll crash down on us.

The war is about to begin.

I write New Adult fiction with a paranormal twist and don’t shy away from romance and heart-wrenching passion when necessary.


I moved from Norway to the United States in 2001, and the first awesome five years I spent in the San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles. Then I read “The Book”, aka, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. It caused me to drag my husband, my youngest child, and our menagerie of animals cross country to beautiful Savannah, Georgia.

I'm currently on my sixth year in the Deep South. Here, we enjoy the heat and the humidity. Besides writing, I spend my time giggling and/or rolling my eyes at the “petting zoo,” as in an opinionated parrot, cats that are experts on keyboard shortcuts, and puppies that … uh, bark.

I hold a Master's degree in languages, with concentrations within literature and linguistics. For ten years, I taught at university level, before settling in as a graduate adviser at the Savannah College of Art and Design.

Writing is my passion, my joy, and my addiction. "Shattering Halos" is my debut novel, which will be released soon by The Wild Rose Press. When I'm not writing, I read. Tons!

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Heroines and Anti-heroines

There are many words for protagonists in a story. For instance my publisher—a traditional romance house—calls the female lead “the heroine.” In my circle of author friends, though, we prefer the term “MC”—short for “main character.”

As a new adult writer, the noun “heroine” will probably never represent what my main girl is. The other day in an email correspondence with my editor, I called my girls “anti-heroines,” which is much closer to the truth.

Even when I write paranormal fiction, I want my MC to be realistically flawed. For me, I can’t just have the surroundings, other people, or events she didn’t influence, cause the conflicts in the storyline.

I’m not saying all new adult leads should be messed-up characters, but the anti-heroines might be more common than the perfect, sweet, relatable ladies in this genre. Two of my favorite new adult anti-heroines are “Beautiful Disaster’s” Abby Abernathy, and “Thoughtless’” Kiera Allen.

Abby and Kiera are both passionate and unpredictable. They fight their own demons and struggle with their feelings for the male MCs. I can’t personally relate to a lot of their actions, and yet they suck me into a reading vortex, making my heart race. Both as an author and a reader, this is exactly what I want out of a book, because, see, I’m not in this to learn about MCs who act like me; I read and write as an escape!

Whenever I start on a new manuscript, the options are wide open. I have ideas for my MCs, but their personalities haven’t been formed until I’ve typed them out and they’ve struggled through the obstacles on their way.

My book Shattering Halos, a new adult fantasy novel, has been compared to a mix between “Beautiful Disaster” and the TV series “Supernatural,”—if the angels were brothers and love made them lose their head, that is. In it, my female protagonist, Gaia, is stubborn, passionate, and too officious for her own good. It’s not the surroundings that cause Gaia to get in trouble. No, it’s herself. She isn’t a heroine at all. She’s a flawed, intense human being who, once she’s set her eyes on someone, won’t give up just because he turns out to be an angel.

But yes, heroines are alive and well out there in the literary world. Just, when you dive into Shattering Halos, and even more so in Stargazer (release September/October), and Pandora Wild Child (release October), be warned: you will want to slap my anti-heroines silly at times.

Thanks for “listening.” ;)

Xoxo

Sunniva

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Cover Reveal: Dire Wolves Chronicles Series By Alyssa Rose Ivy

We have been dying to share the covers for Alyssa Rose Ivy's The Dire Wolves Chronicles: DIRE, DUSK, & DAWN!! The Dire Wolves Chronicles is a brand new New Adult paranormal romance series that you will want to add to your TBR pile ASAP! The Order of the books is: Dire, Dusk, Dawn,with DIRE publishing September 2014!!

  

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  About DIRE: Dire: The Dire Wolves Chronicles Gage was the first guy I ever wanted. He was my first crush and my first fantasy, but he wasn't my first in any other way because he never saw me as anything more than a friend— at least not until the night that changed everything. It was all Gage's fault. He insisted we drive through the storm and take the back roads. By the time the storm hit full force we had no chance. One night of snowbound sex changed our relationship forever. The problem was at the same time I caught another guy’s attention. This other guy happens to be the alpha of a pack of shifter wolves. Be sure to look for the next books in the series DUSK & DAWN:

    

  

Alyssa Rose Ivy Bio: Alyssa Rose Ivy is a New Adult and Young Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.         Links: Twitter Author Goodreads Pinterest Website DIRE: The Dire Wolves Chronicles Goodreads Facebook

Release Day Launch Excerpt & Giveaway- Breathe With Me By Kristen Proby

We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Kristen Proby's BREATHE WITH ME!! BREATHE WITH ME is a Contemporary Erotic Romance novel and is the 7^th book in the With Me In Seattle Series. 

*I have read almost all the books in this series except Tied With Me, which I plan on reading. I can't wait for this one!*

 

Breathe With Me By Kristen Proby
Series: With Me In Seattle #7

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Sometimes you meet the right person at the wrong time… Mark Williams has loved Meredith since he was seventeen. A successful man with a strong family, he’s worked hard to move on from Meredith breaking his heart all those years ago. When his path crosses with the only woman he’s ever loved again years later, Mark knows there is nothing he won’t do to keep her in his life. But when the going gets tough, will Meredith stick around or will he lose her again? …

But true love has a way of finding its way back.

Meredith Summers is a dancer. One of the first things she learned in following her dreams is that timing is everything. She has spent the past ten years following her dream touring with mega-stars while trying to forget the high school sweetheart she left behind. Now she’s back in Seattle, running a successful dance studio with her best friend Jax and determined to move on from her gypsy past. Until the day she sees Mark Williams and time stands still. It’s as if no time has passed at all when Meredith finds herself in Mark’s arms again. The chemistry, the bonds and the love are as strong as ever and hearing Mark whisper breathe with me in her ear is a balm to her wounded soul. But will she grab onto this second chance at love, or is the timing all wrong for them again?

Don't miss catching up with the Montgomery and Williams clans in this latest installment of the With Me In Seattle Series from New York Times bestselling author, Kristen Proby.

“There were days that I would have exchanged a year of my life just to touch you one more time.” –Mark Williams

I knock on Mer’s apartment door and shift back and forth on my feet. I haven’t been this nervous since the very first time I picked her up for a date early in our Junior year. I’ve come a long way since then. Suddenly the door is wrenched open and Jax is standing there with a wide smile.

“Hey,” he says. “Hi. I’m here to pick up Meredith.”

“Mr. Delicious is here for your date, tootsie roll!” Jax yells.

“I’m right here, dork,” Meredith says as she slips under his arm out into the hallway.
“Ignore him. He has horrible manners.”

“Have fun,” Jax continues, leaning on the doorjamb with his arms crossed and watching us walk to the elevator. I brace my hand on the small of her back and feel the electricity travel up my arm and down to my groin. After all this time, the chemistry is still here.

“You have her home at a decent time, now. I’ll leave the light on.” 

“Shut up, Jax,” Mer says with a laugh.

“Use condoms!” He calls just as the elevator arrives.

“Oh my God! Shut the hell up, Jax!”

He laughs as the doors close and I can only smile in delight down at her. Her cheeks are pink with embarrassment. Her hair is pulled up in one of her signature messy buns and she’s in jeans and a blue sweater the same color as her eyes. Jesus, she’s fucking gorgeous.

“You look amazing,” I say and rub a large circle over her slender back.

“So do you,” she murmurs and looks up and down at my plain black T-shirt and jeans. I threw a plaid button down over the T, but her eyes travel to my arms anyway. She always did have a thing for my arms.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” she replies with a grin. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

 

And don’t forget the rest of the With Me in Seattle Series…

COME AWAY WITH ME

UNDER THE MISTLETOE WITH ME (Novella)

FIGHT WITH ME

PLAY WITH ME

ROCK WITH ME

SAFE WITH ME

TIED WITH ME

 

 

ABOUT KRISTEN PROBY: New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Kristen Probyis the author of the popular With Me in Seattle series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong characters who love humor and have a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type—fiercely protective and a bit bossy—and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen spends her days with her muse in the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys coffee, chocolate, and sunshine. And naps. Visit her at KristenProby.com.  

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Release Day Launch- Excerpt & Giveaway: Five Ways To Fall By K.A. Tucker

 

We are thrilled to celebrate the Release Day Launch of K.A. Tucker's FIVE WAYS TO FALL!! FIVE WAYS TO FALL is the fourth novel in her Ten Tiny Breaths Series, published by Atria Books an imprint of Simon & Schuster.

   

Five Ways To Fall By K.A. Tucker

Series: Ten Tiny Breaths # 4

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Purple-haired, sharp-tongued Reese MacKay knows all about making the wrong choice; she’s made plenty of them in her twenty-odd-years. So when her impulsive, short-lived marriage ends in heartbreak, she decides it’s time for a change. She moves to Miami with the intention of hitting reset on her irresponsible life, and she does quite well…aside from an epically humiliating one-night stand in Cancun with a hot blond bouncer named Ben. Thank God she can get on a plane and leave that mistake behind her.

Football scholarship and frat parties with hot chicks? Part of charmer Ben Morris’s plan. Blown knee that kills any hope of a professional football career? So not part of the plan. Luckily Ben has brains to go with his knockout looks and magnetism. After three long years of balancing law school with his job as a bouncer at Penny’s Palace, he’s ready to lead a more mature life—until his first day of work, when he finds himself in the office of that crazy, hot chick he met in Cancun. The one he hasn’t stopped thinking about.

If Ben truly were a smart guy, he’d stay clear of Reese. She’s the boss’s stepdaughter and it’s been made very clear that office romances are grounds for dismissal. Plus, rumor has it she’s trouble. The only problem is, he likes trouble, especially when it’s so good-looking…  

 

  

Ben I love the angry ones. Of course, anyone who knows me would argue that I love any and all women, and I can’t exactly disagree. But I love the angry ones the most. They’re a challenge to be conquered, the reason for their fury usually fitting neatly into three buckets: insecure, scorned, hormonal. And this chick gazing up at me with fire in her caramel eyes? I’m betting on bucket number two. 

“My, what an awfully bright red shirt you have on,” she pushes out between gritted teeth, as if she’s trying to be polite but can’t hide her disdain. 

I didn’t know what I was walking into when the punk-rock chick with the crazy-ass muscular body waved us over, but her friend with the purple hair and her back to me had me intrigued. Now that I’m getting a good look at her face, I know who I’m spending my last night with in Cancún. She’s not what some would call traditionally “pretty.” Her eyes are slightly too big and far apart, her nose is slightly too long and slender, and her lips—though nice and wide—are on the thin side. Yet something about all of that put together makes her sexy as hell. Maybe it’s the little nose ring. Or maybe it’s the way her decent-sized tits are pressing up against me, her low V-neck tank top—a casual shirt, telling me she’s not trying to pick anyone up—giving me a fine view of her cleavage. Whatever it is, my dick is certainly pleased. 

“You like it?” I ask. An irritated glare flickers to the material. 

“No.” I can’t help but chuckle at her candor. 

“Will you at least give me a head start before you gore me?” Those thin lip curls into a condescending smirk. 

“Bulls don’t see color. That’s a myth.” 

The only thing I love more than an angry girl is a smart, angry girl. This is going to be fun. 

“Well, how about I solve the problem for you.” I take a step back from her and swiftly yank my shirt off, exposing six days of suntanned skin and an upper body that I know looks damn appealing because I work my ass off to keep it that way. The random catcalls from the tables around confirm it. And then I simply stand there and grin like the cocky ass that I am as Angry Girl can’t keep her eyes from scanning the muscles I’ve honed since my college football days, her lips parting ever so subtly. I see the shift in her, the moment where she realizes that, though she’d prefer to castrate the entire male species right now, she can’t ignore her attraction to me. At least, that’s what I want to see. 

    

Don’t forget the rest of the Ten Tiny Breaths Series…

TEN TINY BREATHS

ONE TINY LIE

FOUR SECONDS TO LOSE

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IN HER WAKE: A Ten Tiny Breaths Novella

ABOUT K.A. TUCKER: Born in small-town Ontario, Kathleen published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. She is a voracious reader and the farthest thing from a genre-snob, loving everything from High Fantasy to Chick Lit. Kathleen currently resides in a quaint small town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.      

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Review: All Night Long By Madelynne Ellis

All Night Long By Madelynne Ellis

Series: Black Halo # 1

Published: April 24, 2014

Publisher: Harper Colling

Genre Erotic, Romance 18+

Source: eARC from the publisher through Netgalley

My Rating

Three hot guitarists. Two people looking for love, but too afraid to admit it. One exhilarating night…

One night of rampant passion with a rock star, that’s all it’s supposed to be. Ginny Walters isn’t looking for love, only some sexy fun with an amazingly hot guy, that is, until she hooks up with Black Halo’s lead guitarist, Ash Gore, on the night the band implodes. When vocalist Xane walks off stage bringing the gig to a premature end, Ash and the guys find themselves unable to reach their hotel due to the presence of an irate mob. Luckily, Ginny offers them the use of her room for the night.

Ginny does her best to be a good hostess. However, it’s not long before she discovers a side to womanizing, bad boy, Ash that she never imagined. Beneath his hard rock image, is a man so hung up on the possibility of being hurt by love that he’s unwilling to risk becoming emotionally involved. How can she convince him that the bond between them is worth exploring, given that she’s not sure dating a rock star is terribly bright idea?

Ash can’t seem to get Ginny out of his head. She’s totally unlike the groupies he normally beds; women who love to fan his ego, but ultimately leave him dismally unsatisfied. Ginny sees through all his bullshit and the media hype to the scarred man beneath. Given that instinctive understanding, does he really want to say goodbye forever coming daybreak?

Maybe it’s time they both gave love another chance.

I wish I would have liked this book. From the blurb it sounded really good about taking a chance because meeting each other changed their lives. But that is not what I got, that's why I had to rate it 2 stars and I didn't finish it. 

Ginny just wants a one night stand, I think she would have done anybody that walked through the dressing room first, but it was Ash. And while they were being intimate his band members come in and starts taking pictures or video and that freaked me out. Ash and Giddy didn't stop either that's the worse part. I'm just not into that. I know that being in a band and that sort of atmosphere is different than living day to day, but there are some things I just can't read about. 

I stopped reading when Giddy invited the guys to her hotel room, they stopped somewhere to get liquor and that's all I know. I don't know if she was planning on doing them all but I don't want to find out. 

When I read a book I want romance even if it starts as a one night stand. But I couldn't get over how this book started, it didn't look like it was going in the right direction for me.  

Trailer: The Dare By Rachel Van Dyken

I love this trailer, it includes two beautiful people and paradise. So what could go wrong? Oh yeah... life.

The Dare By Rachel Van Dyken

The Bet Series Book # 3

Expected Publication: July 8, 2014

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From #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Rachel Van Dyken, comes the third and final book in the New York Time's Bestselling Bet Series...


Boring Beth Lynn has always lived up to her nickname... until she wakes up in a hotel bed next to a sexy as sin state senator she re-connected with at a wedding the previous night.



The biggest problem? She can't seem to remember anything about the night before except for crying into a box of cookies, and she's pretty sure Grandma Nadine slipped something in her drink. And what should have been a one night stand turns into a six day adventure when Grandma whisks them off to Hawaii to save them from the ensuing media firestorm.



Jace isn't looking for commitment -- he believes he made that clear when he left the wedding with Beth. Then again, he can't remember much of anything other than the way her skin felt beneath his hands. Now he's stuck with her at some lame couple's retreat and trying his hardest to fight the attraction only a woman like Beth could invoke.



He doesn't think it can get any worse.



But one spider attack... A donkey ride from hell... And an unfortunate episode with Viagra tea -- and there's one thing Jace knows for sure: He should never have agreed to Grandma Nadine's suggestion in the first place.

Because if this isn't paradise, and it isn't a vacation -- that only leaves one option.



Survival.



But to make it through alive... they might lose their hearts in the process.

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Excerpt, Giveaway: Love This Life By Theresa Troutman

Love This Life (Love’s Great Adventure Series/Book 2)
Author: Theresa Troutman
Cover Design: James GoOnWrite.com
Publication: June 9, 2014
Genre: New Adult Romance 18+
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“All I want is you.”

Tess Hamilton has a ten year plan—every milestone mapped out to reach her educational, career and life goals. Happy to be moving in with her fiancé, Sebastian, she didn’t anticipate a dangerous attraction to another man, a life-changing event, and a terrifying journey of self-discovery. They were definitely not a part of her master plan, and now Tess wonders if any part of her scheme will come to fruition.

Sebastian Irons is getting everything he’s ever wanted out of life. Leaving his playboy image in the past, he’s finally become the better man he longed to be when he left England and came to America. Madly in love with his fiancé and ready to start their life together, everything is seemingly perfect—until a series of unexpected events threatens to tear them apart. Can Tess and Sebastian survive the curveballs life throws at them? Will their love crash and burn, or will they get their long-awaited happily ever after?

Sebastian walked into the condo to find Tess dressed and ready to go. She was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan, the lights of the city twinkling and bright. He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Happy birthday, Tess.”

            Tess turned around to face him. “I like the new suit. You look very dapper.”

            “You take my breath away,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. The kiss was quick and sweet. Sebastian took her hand, saying, “Follow me.”

            He guided Tess to the guest bedroom and opened the door. Inside, the bistro table was  dressed with their finest linens, china, silver, and crystal.

            “It’s just like the efficiency,” Tess said, looking over at Sebastian.

            “I wanted to re-create the first time I cooked you dinner. I hope you don’t mind we’re not going out tonight.”

            Tess threw her arms around his neck. “I love it!”

            Sebastian escorted her to the table and pulled out the chair. Tess sat down and quickly unlaced the straps of her shoes, kicking them off under the table. She admired the centerpiece of roses and inhaled the fragrant scent of the blossoms.

            He left the room momentarily, and then returned with Alice in tow. She placed salad plates on table. “Sebastian cooked dinner, I’m just helping out for tonight. I hope you enjoy it,” she said to Tess.

            Tess didn’t touch her salad; she simply stared at Sebastian, a single tear of joy escaping her eye. “Thank you so much. This is perfect. You remembered every detail.”

            Sebastian reached over and took her hand. “You’re welcome, darling.”

            Alice continued to bring course after course to the couple as they enjoyed their dinner. They talked with ease. Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder if things were finally getting back to normal.

            At the end of the meal, Alice bought a birthday cake to the table. It was six-inch round chocolate cake with buttercream icing. There was one candle on top of the cake, glowing like a beacon.

            “If that’s all, I think I’ll leave you for the evening,” Alice said, handing the knife to Tess.

            “Thank you, Alice.”

            Alice winked at them and closed the door as she left the room.

            “Make a wish.”

            Tess closed her eyes, waited a moment, and then blew out the candle. “It’s too pretty to eat,” she lamented.

            “We don’t have to eat it right now,” Sebastian said, standing up from the table. He offered his hand to Tess, who willingly took it.

            Sebastian escorted her into the living room. He walked over to the CD player and hit the play button. Roxy Music’s Avalon started playing. “Dance with me.” He swept Tess up in his arms and moved to the music, swaying to the slow, melodic song. Tess pressed into him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

            When the song was over, Sebastian looked at Tess and saw the happiness in her eyes. He felt as if he had recaptured a magic time they had shared long ago. Sebastian raised her hand to his cheek and tenderly kissed her palm. “I love you, Tess.”

            He felt the time was right, so he got down on one knee, reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a red Cartier box. “You’re my world. Marry me and I promise I will spend every day for the rest of my life making you happy,” Sebastian said, opening the box to reveal a stunning 1/2-carat Asscher cut diamond set in 18-karat gold.

                                                                              * * *

            Tess looked down at Sebastian: his eyes were full of love, his expression full of hope. She honestly hadn’t been expecting a proposal, especially in light of their current situation. Tess had gotten her wish. All she wanted was to move forward with Sebastian, and here he was presenting her with the opportunity. She certainly wasn’t about to let it slip away. “Yes. All I want is you.”

            Sebastian stood up and removed the ring from the red box. Tess held out her trembling left hand, and Sebastian slipped the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly; that didn’t surprise Tess at all.

            A tear escaped the corner of Sebastian’s eye and Tess brushed it away with her thumb. “Don’t cry,” she begged.

            “I’m so happy you said yes,” he admitted, feeling simultaneously relieved and elated.

            Tess stood on her tiptoes and crushed her lips against his. Sebastian didn’t hold back this time; he put all his pent-up emotions into the kiss. It was tender at first, and then it spread like wildfire, hot and eager, setting his heart racing.

            Tess pulled away, gasping for air. “Make love to me, Sebastian.”

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Theresa Troutman lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and their crazy dog, Niko. She loves reading, theatre, traveling and is an active member of the SCBWI. Works by Theresa include My Secret Summer (YA romance), A Special Connection (New Adult Romance), and Life's What You Make It - Love's Great Adventure Series Book 1 ( Mature YA romance)

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