Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Review Tour w/Giveaway: River of Love by Melissa Foster


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RIVER OF LOVE
The Bradens- Peaceful Harbor, MD #3
Melissa Foster
Releasing on April 20th, 2016
World Literary Press 


Fall in love with Sam Braden in the Bradens of Peaceful Harbor. Hot, sexy, & wickedly naughty second cousins to the Weston, Colorado Bradens we know and love.

River rafting and adventure company owner Sam Braden works hard and plays harder. He’s fast, focused, and determined—and never at a loss for a willing woman to share his time with. The trouble is, the only woman he wants refuses him at every turn.

Physician assistant Faith Hayes escaped her painful past and built a safe, happy life in Peaceful Harbor. She’s also put what she’s learned to good use helping others by founding Women Against Cheaters, an online support group. When her boss’s sinfully sexy brother sets his sights on sweet Faith, she knows the self-professed player is everything she shouldn’t want, and she’s determined to resist him.

Sam pulls out all the stops, proving to Faith that his past doesn’t have to define his future. As she lets down her guard and begins to trust Sam, intense conversations turn to intimate pleasures. But when real life steps in and their pasts collide, it’s Faith who’s left with something to prove.

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Wow Melissa Foster did it again this may be the only 3rd book I have read by her, but I don't think she could write one I wouldn't love!! I just feel in love with Sam he was so determined to change Faith's opinion of him, even his brother Cole's warning about getting involved with Faith.  I loved how he kept reminding her about not judging a book by the cover.  The chemisty between Sam & Faith was hot especially after Faith left her guard down around Sam & saw he wasn't the man she always thought he was. If you are looking for a weekend read I recommend you grab a copy of River of Love, you will totally fall in love with Sam.  Thank you to Tasty Book Tours for giving me the opportunity to read & review River of Love.

Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes contemporary romance, new adult, contemporary women’s fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary CafĂ© and Fostering Success. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine.

Melissa hosts an Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.

Visit Melissa on social media. Melissa enjoys discussing her books with book clubs and reader groups, and welcomes an invitation to your event.

Virtual Tour w/Giveaway: Kabana Wild & Jamaica Wild by Josie Jax


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KABANA WILD
Tropical Duet #1
Josie Jax
Released March 1st, 2016
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Three people...three depraved plans...one inferno of scandalous pleasures.

Movie star Mitch Wulfrum is tired of deflecting the gay rumors buzzing around him. It's time for drastic measures to suppress them once and for all--even if it means marriage in name only to the first trophy wife he can get his hands on. And beautiful sugar-cane princess Kiona 'Alohi fits right into his plan.

Kiona can't believe her luck when she's presented with Mitch's proposition. Her overbearing father is dangling her trust fund over her head as an enticement to dump her oh-so-sexy, but oh-so-unsuitable lover, Nakolo. A bogus marriage to Mitch will net her everything she wants--money and love, even if she can only have Kol on the sly.

What she doesn't expect are the sexual sparks that fly between her and Mitch, or, when Kol catches them together, the heat that flares between the two men. One scandalously pleasurable encounter after another fans the flames of attraction, until they begin to dream that all three of them could have everything they ever wanted--and more than they ever expected.

An intricate, fragile web of lies and deceit are all that keep their wanton secrets from erupting into the public eye. Trouble is, one scheming photographer named Anjelee has already clicked the shutter that could ruin all their lives.


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Kabana Wild: Tropical Duet 1 by Josie Jax

He thirsted for her as always, but how to get his final fill of her in this cramped little sports car?
Nakolo, the sunroof… It was as if Pele whispered the solution in his ear.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
“S-stand up?”
“You heard me. Stand up. Remove your shoes, plant a foot on each seat, and stand up so your top half is through the sunroof.”
Her mouth fell open, and a sound that resembled a wheeze tore from her throat. He watched as she blinked, scanned the inside of the car, and looked up through the sunroof. Nakolo knew the precise moment understanding dawned on her.
For a full thirty seconds, she stared deep into his eyes, her own tearing up. She finally understood his desperation and intense desire to have her, to reclaim what was his after seeing her with another man.
Kiona twisted, assuring the car remained in park, and removed her shoes. She reached for the sunroof’s edge and pulled herself to a standing position. She was a tall woman, and it was a small car, so with her feet placed as wide as she could get them on each front seat, the roof came to waist level.
She set her elbows and forearms on the roof and leaned on them. “I’m ready,” she whispered down to him.
He scooted forward and drew up her dress, stuffing the front hem beneath the garment’s waistband. And there it was, her jewel—his jewel. Nakolo’s mouth watered, and his balls throbbed, engorging like a balloon ready to pop.
Hemolele! Mmm, my love, you are so gorgeous, so”—he swiped his tongue up her slit, eliciting a scream from her—“delicious.”
The flavor of cream and faint salt burst in his mouth. Holy islands, she was wetter than the sea. He drew back and studied her toned thighs and the top of the V they held dear. Except for a small patch of dark curls above her clit, she always kept her pussy shaved for him so he could feel her silky lips on his tongue or encircling his shaft. The labia were smooth and naturally tanned, her nub pink and swollen, emerging at the top of her cleft like the early bloom of a hibiscus. God, what perfection!
Nakolo couldn’t delay any longer. He wrapped his arms around her hips and reached behind her.
Sinking one finger into her dripping-wet puka, he closed his mouth over her swollen bud.
She screamed again, this time far louder. He heard her hands slap the roof and rejoiced when her voluptuous body spasmed in his arms, against his face. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris while gazing upward through the sunroof. She was like a siren of the sea. He watched as the Pacific winds blew inland, tossing her hair in a wild mass, her breasts perky mounds, her face contorted in ecstasy.
Her pelvis did a swiveling dance, abrading over his face. She growled, reaching for that pinnacle that always came so easily for her. Nakolo pumped his finger faster, adding another, then a third. She spread wider, accommodating him, coating his fingers with her stickiness. With his tongue, he thoroughly explored every fold, crease, and little bulge, knowing the time would come very soon when he would have to yank her down into the car and plunge himself into her.
She was almost there, he could tell by the stiffening of her dance and the animal mewls escaping from deep in her throat. But somewhere in the sexual blur of his mind, Nakolo heard the hum of a car engine. He whipped his head around to see a sleek Mercedes pull up behind Kiona’s car.
“Goddamn it,” he swore when he saw none other than Mitch Wulfrum—the damn movie star—unfold himself from the driver’s seat and stride toward Kiona’s car.
Kiona’s windows were darkly tinted, so most likely Mitch couldn’t see Nakolo. If Mitch had spied Nakolo’s truck back at Jager’s house, he’d probably know Nakolo sat in her car. But if he hadn’t peered out the window at Nakolo’s boyish antics, Mitch wouldn’t know whose truck it was and might assume Kiona was alone and the truck abandoned.
Not knowing one way or the other added an edge of excitement to the unexpected situation. Nakolo’s loins simmered with reluctant fire. Did he want to be discovered or not?
As Mitch approached the driver’s side, Nakolo studied the strikingly handsome face, the tall, lean body…and the bulge in the jeans Mitch now wore. Nakolo swore under his breath. Why was it he found the sight of this man sauntering nearer so very arousing while Kol orally pleasured Kiona? Where had his anger gone? And why hadn’t he demanded an explanation from Kiona about her tryst with this man before Kol had dived right into satisfying his sexual urges?
“Mitch, what are you—what are you doing here?” Kol heard Kiona choke out.


JAMAICA WILD
Tropical Duet #2
Josie Jax
Released April 5th, 2016
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Hiding in plain sight at a nude Caribbean resort with her best friend Keefer seems to be the perfect plan for paparazzi photographer Anjelee while she awaits the blackmail funds to hit her offshore account.

But her plans go awry when Jager tracks her to sultry Karibu Resort and threatens to extradite her back to the U.S. and see her imprisoned for her crime. As PR agent to a famous Hollywood celebrity who Anjelee has blackmailed, Jager's loyalties lie with his employer, movie star Mitch Wulfrum.

Or do they?


As soon as Jager steps foot onto the anything-goes island and sees the gorgeous Anjelee and handsome Keefer living it up in the buff, it's as if Jager's been drugged. Before he can get Anjelee in handcuffs and haul her back to jail where she belongs, Jager finds himself smoldering in the Jamaican heat and entangled in the couple's hedonistic web of lust.

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JAMAICA WILD: Tropical Duet 2
The tropical breeze moved through the nearby beach palms and sent a flood of brine-scented, balmy air across their naked bodies. Anjelee lay on a double raft in the roped-off bay designated for swimming, Keefer at her side. Her eyes were closed behind her shades, but the strong sunrays left a pale-yellow curtain behind her eyelids while warming her from her bare breasts to her toes.
About twenty feet away, a woman moaned in the water while a man growled, “Yes, baby, take me. Aw, shit, you’re so fucking tight.”
A svelte woman sunned in the buff in a floating lounger sipping a margarita while one man pleasured her between the legs and another gave full attention to her bulging, fake breasts.
Yet another woman, blonde and naturally buxom, knelt on all fours in the shallow surf at beachside and gave a body-builder-type man a thorough blowjob while a black man entered her from behind. A second female sat on the face of the man receiving oral, dancing and groaning her pleasure.
Almost as if desensitized to all the nude resort’s sexual energy around them, a group of a dozen naked men and women whooped and hollered while engaging in a serious game of sand volleyball. The seaside pool where Jager had first found her playing naked Twister was in full swing just above a low rocky ledge where the cove merged into the open beach. Droves of bronzed bodies frolicked in the pool water, and loyal staff hovered nearby to assist them and monitor for the occasional rule-breaker—like Jager when he’d refused to follow the resort rules and get naked. Laughter and chattering could be heard over the swim-up bar’s buzzing blenders and lively reggae music. Further still, beyond the boardwalk, the terrace dining area with its famous “Naked Parties Pier” buzzed in full lunch mode. She supposed all that sun and sex revved up the appetites. Women in skimpy swimsuits slinked around the many buffet tables and caught the eyes of men and other women alike.
Anjelee sighed. Ah, yes, all in a day’s work and play at Karibu’s hedonistic resort.
Jager.
His name popped into her head as she drowsily soaked up the sun. A shiver went up her spine. He was out there somewhere in the middle of all that sexual energy watching her, she just knew it. Hell, she could feel it. But screw him. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of one single, wary look his way even if Keefer did have plans for them to do more than just look at Jager.
The raft shifted, and Keefer’s hand closed over hers. “Let’s do it now, babe.”
She opened one eye to find him on his side facing her, his head, with its slick-backed, dark hair, propped on a fist. Her breath caught in her windpipe. Jeepers alive, the man was so ruggedly handsome, he never failed to leave her breathless. His hand moved in a slow caress up her arm, and wowza, he may as well have stroked her clit. Something hot and liquidy stirred in her womb.
She swallowed to clear the growing lump in her throat. “Do it? Do what?”
“It.” He trailed a finger from her oiled shoulder down over her nipple. Flames shot from her breast to her cunt so lightning-fast, it made her gasp. She slowly opened her other eye and gawked at him through the pale-pink lenses of her sunglasses.
He’d never touched her there before. Hell, for that matter, he’d never touched her anywhere before, not with feeling and the heat of sex driving his hands to do yummy things.
Her voice came out in a breathy whisper. She fought to calm her racing heart. “‘It’, as in…?”
“Don’t play coy with me, Anj. You know what I mean.” He cupped one mound, causing her to arch her back off the surface of the raft. “Make love.”
Make love.
She gulped. Oh, God, those two little words sounded so hot in that deep, all-male voice of his.
“Mmm. See over there?” Keefer urged her onto her side and moved lay along her backside. He reached down and, from behind, gently guided his long cock between the backs of her closed legs. She jolted at first, but then she looked down and saw the head emerge just above her upper thighs and below her pussy lips. Any resistance she’d clung to vanished instantly. A zap of desire shot through her core, and a trickle of her juices escaped her vagina. It dribbled onto his thrusting shaft. “See him? Do you see Jager there on the lounge chair, on the beach watching us?”
Though she could barely keep her eyes open at the sudden passion seizing her, she forced her gaze to search the shore. It didn’t take long to find him where she’d sensed all along he’d been. He had one arm propped arrogantly behind his head, the V of his bronzed, fit torso tapering down to narrow hips. His right leg was propped up, the left bent slightly on the chair so that she could easily see his groin area. His other hand rested on his pelvic bone, and she dragged in a ragged gasp at the sight of his erection and the single thumb he lazily stroked up and down its length. He wore shades over eyes she knew watched them, and a shiver racked her body when he licked his lips and closed his hand around the circumference of his male bulk.
Taunting her. He was taunting her intentionally, the bastard. Why, she didn’t know. He’d made it clear he was here for one thing, and it didn’t include romance or sex, but rather jail for her.
Still, he looked good. Damn good.
“Y-yes, I s-see him.” God, she couldn’t breathe. Could barely talk.



Josie Jax is the new pseudonym for a USA Today bestselling author of erotic romances in various genres. She lives in the Midwest and dreams of becoming a crazy cat lady by rehabbing an old barn into a fancy mansion for stray cats and stranded kittens.

Please visit Josie’s website or feel free to email her at josiejax1@gmail.com.




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Release Blast w/Giveaway: Forever with You by Heatherly Bell


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FOREVER WITH YOU
The Starlight Hill Series #5
Heatherly Bell
Releasing April 26th, 2016
Tydandon Publishing and Heatherly Bell Books


She forgot something on the way to the courthouse …

Sophia Abella has a good life, even if she is a little stuck.  Not quite single, not quite married, she keeps men at a safe distance. But when her ex-Marine husband returns to town and takes the job of chief of police, it might finally be time to get that paper work done once and for all. After all, most of her family already thinks she’s divorced.

They’re not actually, in the fullest sense of the word … divorced.

Years ago, Riley Jacobs chose the Marine Corp over his wife and has regretted his decision every day since. But once a Marine always a Marine, and he’ll use every tactical advantage he has to get Sophia to realize that she’s the only one for him.

Love and marriage … take two







He didn’t answer but only studied her. “Eat.”
She took a bite somewhat automatically and felt immediately annoyed with herself for listening to him. “You’re bad for me.”
What she didn’t say, because she didn’t even want to voice it, was that he’d somehow become nothing but a constant reminder of loss. Pain. Of a fear so overwhelming and raw it threatened to take over everything in its path.
“I’m not. I’m what the doctor ordered.”
“You’re like eating Chunky Monkey every night instead of once a week. Not a good idea.”
He moved closer, so that his shoulder was touching hers. “So what do you want? Vanilla?”
“Not vanilla.” She took another sip, moved her legs and Hershee jumped off her lap, disgusted with Sophia for not sitting still enough for Her Highness. “Maybe Neopolitan. It’s good enough but not so much that I want it every day of the week.”
Riley stood up, took Sophia’s bowl and set it on the coffee table. He pulled her up off the couch, his hands on her elbows. The blanket fell to the ground at her feet. “Admit it. You’d like to have Chunky Monkey every day of the week. And sometimes you catch yourself thinking about it in the middle of the day. Wondering how you could get away with it.”
“Maybe.”
She’d forgotten how perfect it felt to be this close to him, their breathing comingled. Without a doubt, she’d once known he would have breathed for her if he could. He would have done anything for her.
“You want Chunky Monkey. Admit it.” He pulled her closer, until she could feel every hard ridge of his body and then closer still.
“Wait. Are we still talking about ice cream?”
“No.” He kissed her. Not a tender kiss at all, but rough and claiming.
Her hands fisted his shirt, and then with both hands she untucked it at his waist, letting her palms glide up his hard chest, touching the soft short hairs between her fingers. How she’d missed this, missed him. No matter what, they’d always had this part right. Touching, feeling.
Riley squeezed her ass, his other hand sliding under her sweater to tug her bra cup aside. But then just as suddenly as he’d kissed her, he stopped.
“Stay with me.” She pulled on his arm, directing him toward the bedroom.
“Slow down, baby.”
“It’s this way to the bedroom.” Sophia tugged on his hand again, a little like trying to move a mountain. “Just like your floor plan but reversed.”
“Wait.” He bit his lower lip and didn’t move.
“I don’t want to wait. I’ve waited long enough.”
“You can wait a little bit longer, can’t you?” He grimaced.
“Why should I?”
He chuckled and framed her face with both hands. “Because I need you to be sure.”
“Oh, that. I’m sure, Riley. I want this. I want you.”
“No,” he said and his hands dropped down. “I want you to be sure about us.”
“Us?”
“You and me. Us. Forever. Can you tell me you’re sure about that?” He studied her.
“Listen, you and I …”
“Yeah.” He moved away from her, picking his jacket up on the way to the door. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“But—” Was he seriously leaving her? Now? After all that talk about Chunky Monkey? Bastard!
“Eat your soup,” he called out and shut her front door.






When early onset stage fright dashed dreams of Rock and Roll Hall of Fame status, Heatherly tackled her first book in 2010, and now the people and voices that occupy her head refuse to leave. She no longer sings unless you count randomly bursting into song to annoy her children (and the dogs).

If she were not an author, Heatherly maintains she would be a detective and a criminal's worst nightmare. She watches Dateline every Friday night and takes notes.

She lives in northern California with her family, including two beagles, one who can say 'hello' and the other who can feel a pea through several pillows.
                                                                                                     


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Cover Reveal w/Giveaway: Lethal Temptations by Janine Infante Bosco

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Lethal Temptations by Janine Infante Bosco Tempted, #5 Publication Date: May 24, 2016 Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance, MC Romance
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Synopsis: BLACKIE My name is Blackie, I’m the vice president of the Satan’s Knights MC and I’m an addict. I’ve been trading one addiction for another for as long as I can remember. I make no apologies for my addictions, nor do I try to hide them. Until my latest addiction threatens to destroy not just me but her. For the first time I want to fight the need and not gravitate towards it. I try to deny it and not succumb to it but I’m a prisoner to her purity. I’m Satan’s soldier, a demon dressed in leather. She’s an angel, innocent and full of light, she’s my lace. Leather. Lace. Me. Her. A temptation so lethal neither of us may survive but, every demon craves an angel. Guide me to the light. Take me from the dark. Give me back my life. Let me share yours. They are the selfish words of an addict and they are my truth.
LACEY PARRISH My name is Lacey Parrish and I have a secret, one I’ve tried to deny for a long time, one I’ve tried to spare the world from. I am a manic-depressive. Just like my dad. Some days I’m high on life. Most days I try to escape it. People think they know me, they think they see me but the truth is no one knows who I really am. No one sees the real me… a broken girl with a mind that betrays her. Except Blackie. He’s my savior, the man who silences my maker. He’s my knight in shining armor, the man who puts my life before his. He’s my leather and I’m his lace. Two broken souls that have the power to heal one another. This is our story, an unapologetic tale full of temptations. A love story called Leather and Lace.
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This was Lace. My angel. And I was the reason she looked so conflicted. There was no maker to blame, just me. Say it. I see you. “I see you, Lace,” I whispered. “A lot of good that does me,” she replied. I shook my head. “No good at all,” I affirmed as I extended my hand, taking hers and pulling her against me. “You’d be better off if I never laid eyes on you,” I added, squeezing her hand before I lifted my free one to her cheek. “Too late,” I hissed. “Cause girl, I see you and now I can’t fucking forget you,” I admitted. The song changed on her iPod and music filtered through the speakers. I watched recognition spark in her eyes as she turned her attention to the speaker. “Did you ever hear this song?” She asked softly, her voice blending into the music. “No,” I said, taking a step toward her, bending my knees and bringing us to eye level. I leaned my forehead against hers, taking our joined hands and bringing them behind her to rest against the small of her back. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing but I couldn’t stop. My lips grazed her temple as she pressed her body against mine, dropping our joined hands to wrap both her arms around my neck. “Listen to the words,” she demanded. You’re saying I’m fragile I try not to be I search for something only I can’t see “Will you dance with me?” Her voice pleaded as she whispered the question. I learned then that even the toughest motherfuckers had weaknesses and mine was standing in front of me asking me to dance. I didn’t fucking dance. But now I did. My feet surrendered my soul, taking the steps to bring me closer to her and give her what she needed. I’ve been feeding off her light for so long, taking the sweetness of her greedily because I’ve become addicted to the hope she sparks in me. Hope that there was a shred of decency buried beneath the leather. Repay her. Give her back her wings. Make it better. Looking at her now, the selfish reasons that brought me here faded away and are replaced by the need to put her first. To put her before me, to give her back her light and pull her from the sadness that had her crying in solitude. Just this once I could do the healing and not the reaping. My hands moved down her back, cupping her ass beneath the t-shirt that barely covered her and I rocked her against my body. “Blackie,” she whispered. “Lacey,” I groaned. “I didn’t come here for this,” I said, slipping my fingers beneath her lace panties. “I know why you came here,” she said, pulling back a fraction as her gaze dipped to my lips. “But I will do everything I can to change your mind,” she promised. It wouldn’t take much. goodreads-badge-add-38px

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ABOUT JANINE INFANTE BOSCO

Janine Infante Bosco
Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself. She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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