lunes, 29 de febrero de 2016

New Release + Review: One Hour Girl by LeTeisha Newton




Title: One Hour Girl
Series: Lost Souls #1 
Author: LeTeisha Newton 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: February 29, 2016 
Purchase: AMAZON US / UK

SYNOPSIS
He thinks I’m his forever girl, I saw it in his eyes. I wished I could have slapped the look off his face and hit him with the same jarring finality I’d learned I didn’t mean shit.

I’m not a forever sort of girl.

I’m not even his for the night.

He’ll be lucky if I’m his for the next hour if he doesn’t pay me for it.

And then Royce Mattherson stormed my defenses. Took all the poison inside of me and pushed it out through my pores. He tasted the taint on my skin and still decided to love me.
He terrifies me. Exhilarates me. Frustrates me.
And he always gets what he wants.

Always

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I was very surprised with this book.
What I thought it was going to be another normal book with a hard topic, well... let's say that it was an incredible book with a good premise.

Celeste is your every day girl, with a normal job in the day, but a escort in the night. She's doing what she can... but what she doesn't expect is find a guy who will turn her world upside down.
Royce Matterson, a wealthy man that knows what he wants and secures his secrets very deeply inside him. He knows he will never pay for sex, what he wants is Celeste as a candy girl in his arms. Just for one night.

"Your job is stay silent, entice and smile pretty."

For the first time working as a escort Celeste starts to doubt about what she wants, for the first time she feels dirty, doing what she's been doing long ago.

"He was a man that I could have liked. A man that I could have respected if my other side, the pristine side, the perfect side had met him first."

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So One Hour Girl, is the journey of Celeste to find herself again, between a past filled of pain, a guy who is not a prince charming in the first minutes of a conversation, the journey where she discovers the process of healing and to love again.
And Royce, he finds herself inexplicably attracted to his One Hour Girl, while trying to repair her trying to discover every layer of the exotic woman he has by his side, and at the same time trying to keep his distance to avoid feeling things.

The chemistry and the story are beautiful, they left me hurting but at the same time healing. They left in awe because when you less expect you're going to find happiness and the bright light you didn't know you were looking for.

“You are my date for the night.” He said date like a curse and I arched my brow at him, irritated that I noticed his good looks when he seemed to be disgusted by the very thing I represented. This man probably never had to pay for sex in his life.

Well I wasn’t some newbie who’d let his actions hurt me. I wouldn’t.

“That’s what you paid for.” I shifted my chest so my breasts swayed a bit. His eyes left my face and his gaze followed the sway of my breasts for a moment before he looked back at me. So, not completely adverse to my charms.

“Your job is to stay silent, entice, and smile pretty. These men here are donating money toward my organization based on ‘paying for one of you for the night’” he said, fingers curling in quotation marks.

“I understand,” I said. This was business, and that I could do. Men with money did a lot of odd things with their money. I had more powerful men and women in my client list than I would have ever believed when I first started. This was no different, and the premise of the evening didn’t bother me.

It was the fact that the organizer seemed discomforted by his event. And his discomfort was extended to me.

And why it bothered me, I didn’t know. But it shouldn’t have. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts, and stood taller. I let my arms fall to my sides before I stepped up to his side. He stiffened a moment before relaxing as I grasped his arm in my hands. The cool material of his suit rubbed against my nipple and I sucked in a breath, and took in his scent with it. I could taste it on the back of my throat.

He smelled of sandalwood and Jasmine, but in a light, lingering signature that I recognized. I’ve smelled Clive Christian on a lot of men, but I hadn’t smelled it like this. Ever. I leaned in, inhaling more of his scent. My date shifted against me, and molded his body to my front. I let go of his arm with one hand and gripped his lapel. He held his body, hard and hot, against me. My breasts tingled, crushed to his chest, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking another whiff. My nose touched his neck before I realized it. I caught his swift intake of breath, the bite of his finger in my upper arms as he gripped me, and pulled me a little closer.

“You do your job well,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was low, seductive, and authoritative.

“But I don’t pay for kicks.” I stopped breathing.

He couldn’t have done a better job if he’d tossed cold water over my head and laughed in my face. I plastered a smile on my face, feeling the burn of embarrassment on my cheeks. I leaned back from him and looked directly in his eyes. He wasn’t going to scare me. He wasn’t going to hurt me like so many others had.

“Sugar, you spend over two thousand dollars on cologne made to attract women, and then buy escorts to earn money for your organization. You pay for tricks already, you just would have been much happier had you paid for mine. Shall we?” I gestured toward the open door, and the party he’d paid me for. He hid his momentary surprise well, the expression melting into a cool mask so fast I would have missed it had I not been looking at him.

Take that. I may be a lot of things, but your object of ridicule I am not. He didn’t acknowledge my statement, but he turned towards the door and walked with me out of it. I kept my grip on his arm, holding my head high.

“Royce Mattherson,” he said then, and I frowned over at him. “My name,” he added. A smile played on his lips, the left side a bit higher than the right. That smile, that show of imperfection made my heart skip a beat. I forced myself to ignore it as I thought of my reply.

“Nice to meet you, Royce Mattherson. I’m your one hour girl.” I bowed my head to read the watch on his wrist. “Of which, you have forty-five minutes left.”

He chuckled, a soft rumbling sound that had my toes curling. “I hurt your feelings, I see. Grow up, little girl. This world will crush you if you let it. You won’t make it very far if you don’t understand that.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” I hissed at him through clenched teeth, maintaining my false smile as he walked me up the hallway to the main part of the party in a ballroom.

“You’ve got a chip on your shoulder a mile wide,” he responded.

“Now who has the hurt feelings? I think you’re more bothered than you want to let on that I didn’t offer my services,” I argued.

“You’re here; I’ve already got your services. I just don’t want what’s between your legs,” he added. I felt his eyes on me.

But I knew what he said was a lie. I could read it in him. I’d bothered him. Stepped on his peace offering, but I hadn’t known how to read him. And, yes, I’d been sort of hurt, sort of bothered that he hadn’t reacted to me the way I’d hoped.

And where did that leave me admitting that?

“Yes you do,” I said, stopping.

He stopped with me. I turned towards him and ran my hand down over his groin area. His cock jumped under my hand. The desire was there, despite his words.

“I know this better than anything, and you do want me.” I trailed my fingertips over his shape. The cloth separated us, but his heat pushed through the cloth as I measured his girth. My pulse quickened. Yes, this is what I knew, what I understood. He gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away.

“You speak your mind, and I can respect that. But let me be perfectly clear, I have never, and will never pay for sex.”

“Is that your problem? And if we’d met in a bar? In a club late at night with the music thumping around us?” I asked.

“Then I’d have fucked you against the nearest surface until you couldn’t stand. And then I’d have walked away,” he answered. He stepped back from me and straightened his clothing before looking over at me with a question in his eyes.

I had no return for that. My body was hot with the idea, and the anonymity of the encounter would have been just what I liked, but something in me hesitated. Would I have liked to be a passerby in this man’s world? I didn’t know, and the lack of answer irritated me. I needed to get away from him, and the questions he brought, fast.

“I’m sure it would have been a fun time,” I answered, no longer interested in the banter. I gripped his arm once more and he walked into the party, his small crooked smile on his face again.

I hated that smile. It meant he won. That he’d bested me. I didn’t want him to win. I didn’t want to fall behind. And it irritated me that I care so much. And yet, as I listened to him talk about his organization, helping with domestic violence and using rescue dogs to help rebuild trust in those who’d learned only pain from their loved ones, there was no doubt he was an intelligent man. He was composed. He was a man that I could have liked. A man that I could have respected if my other side, the pristine side, the perfect side had met him first. Would she have sat and smiled, talked to him? Would she have blushed prettily at his compliments and challenged him with thought provoking conversation? Would he have liked her?

Because right now I was playing the whore, and, for the first time, I felt dirty and wished Ms. Perfect was in attendance.

I hated Royce Mattherson.


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Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.


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New Release + Review: Teach Me by Lola Darling




Title: Teach Me
Author: Lola Darling
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: July 29, 2015 
Purchase: Amazon US / UK



Praise for Teach Me
"Jack Kingston is one heart-melting, panty-dropping, delightfully delicious professor. I'd let him Teach Me anything he wants."
~ Laurelin Paige, New York Times Bestselling Author of The Fixed Trilogy

"Professor Jack Kingston smolders. With off the charts chemistry and deliciously hot sex, Teach Me earns an A+ in taboo, student/teacher romance."
~ Sierra Simone, USA Today Bestselling Author of Priest




SYNOPSIS
“Looks like you dressed for the occasion."
“You said I should come prepared, professor." She wriggles beneath me.
I bring my hand down on her bare ass, just sharp enough to make her feel it, not enough to leave a mark. She inhales sharply, her hips bucking.

“And have you, Ms. Reed? Or will I need to reprimand you more thoroughly?”
When Harper Reed came to Oxford, her dream was to study modern poetry with the infamous Professor Jack Kingston, NOT to sleep with him. But his lectures are intoxicating, his knowledge captivating, and his accent drops panties faster than Charlie Hunnam on a Saturday night.
Harper has never made good decisions when it comes to sex and Jack has never been able to commit, yet there’s something between them that neither of them has felt before. But students and teachers are not supposed to fraternize, even as this out of control connection puts both of their futures on the line.
When their forbidden love is tested, can they make the grade?

Ahhh 4.5 delicious stars!

How can I begin talking about this book? I need to tell you why, and I need you to understand that loving the premise of a forbbiden attraction is something traitorous, you never know what to find... And you never know how cliche it'll be. But you know when you find the right author that knows how to write those forbbiden romances, giving you little by little... Teasing you enough to give up and fall in the waters of a forbbiden attraction that will leave you wanting more and wishing you were the one in the book.

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An unexpected encounter, an unbearable attraction lead  to an act where only two bodies could only syntonize and found a sweet release that left them wanting more... Hard kisses, silent whispers, skin to skin, the warm feeling of a tongue... wanting more of that.

Jack and Harper didn't start with the right foot, but they started with a chemistry out of this world. They didn't know that their second encounter would leave them speechless, and realizing that just one night ago... they had fraternized with the "enemy". A teacher can desire his student. Much less when is the one he can't get out of his head.

Lola did an outstanding job getting me out of the an old book hangover I had with a student/teacher romance book, that has a special place in my heart. Just a few weeks before I started this book... I was reading a s/t book that I couldn't finish, I can tell you how much I tried to feel something or try to tune myself in with the book but I couldn't. I just wished that a Lit teacher and his affair with his student, would drag me out of my cave. And she did, the poetry, the background story... the characters made me see the value of the book, and the storyline itself surrounded me until leave me breathless.

“What about you, Harper? What do you want?”
“For you to do whatever you want to me.”

Of course, the why I couldn't give it big fat 5 is that, maybe... maybe a tiny subjective part of myself was expecting more. And let me explain you: I could connect with the story, the ellipsis was angsty and I enjoyed how they suffered while being apart, but going to the end, I felt the epilogue a little strange. In that end I couldn't feel that much of the deepness of the relationship between Jack and Harper, and if maybe Lola plans to write more, or she just wanted to leave it like that... well it worked as an open end, bit I still felt that there was something missing out, I devoured this book! And please, make your day reading this delicious forbbiden romance!



Lola Darling is a romantic with a naughty side. Texas born and raised, she has met a few Mr. Wrongs and is having fun looking for her Mr. Right.

She can be found at her laptop, daydreaming of dirty talking men in well-fitted suits or in the bath enjoying a glass of wine.
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Title: Beguiling
Author: Alex Lucian
Series: Book Two in the Tempting Series
Genre: Contemporary Romance

SYNOPSIS
Hate: to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward.
Scarlet Jennings, the preacher’s daughter who lived across the street, was a royal, uptight pain in my ass. When she looked at me, she saw a college quarterback asshole with rocks for brains, but she didn’t have a single word for what was happening between us.
When we were forced to ride together every single day that summer, there was definitely some dislike going on. Extreme hostility was a given, considering that we were spending so much time together in close quarters.

One night of bed-breaking, body-shattering, lose-your-voice-from-screaming passion had surprised us both, but it was only just the beginning…

Alex Lucian is an author living on the eastern coast of the United States who appreciates being anonymous, for personal and professional reasons. Tempting is Alex's first novel.



Other Books in the Series:

Tempting (The Tempting Series: Book 1)
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New Release and Review: This is War, Baby by K. Webster

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Title: This is War, Baby
 Author: K. Webster 
Publication Date: February 29, 2016 
Series: Book #1 
Genres: Contemporary, Dark Romance
Purchase: AMAZON | AMAZON UK | B&N | KOBO | iBOOKS




SYNOPSIS
My life had a plan. Until he invaded it and stole it all away. My captor took me and I became a pawn.
His strategy changed and he sent me away to WAR, because money is everything in this world.
In my WAR, though, I found peace.
I couldn’t help but find love where I least expected it, with a man who lived a battle every day of his life
…all inside his head.
But then my captor came back for me.
Yet, this time, battle lines had been drawn and I was protected.
So we thought.
Even though my WAR was raging,
my captor would fight to the death.
The good guys always win, right?
Not always.
All’s fair in love and WAR, right?
Not this time.

Warning: This is War, Baby is a dark romance. A really dark one. So dark you’re going to wish you had a flashlight to see yourself to the end and someone to hold your hand. Human trafficking, dubious consent, and strong sexual themes that could trigger emotional distress are found in this story. This story is NOT for everyone.


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This is War, Baby is the kind of book you don't think you're strong enough to read, but somehow you find the strength to do it, and then you will leave the book whimpering and crushed, with your heart bruised and your conscience asking you why you were punishing yourself.

And yes, there is a warning, there a books that sometimes aren't made for everybody. Because you can embrace the darkness or you can fight it to find the light you were looking for... but baby, sometimes the bad guys win. And you'll hate for loving them.

For Baylee, her life changed in an instant.
She was a normal young lady, with the typical struggles, and with the kind of thoughts we have when we're young and want the best for our future. But sometimes a tiny part of herself allowed her to think about the darkness pacing silently.

"I crave for him to posses my body in a carnal way that matches the blazing of my heart— to bruise my flesh as his fingers dig into me while he takes me in such a way that suggests his body needs mine for life."

The dark desires that almost ruined her life, leaving her in a vulnerable moment where the person she less expected took her to turn her world upside down. Leaving her broken and damaged.

But as a broken dark love story, she found her light in a strange way. The way you're not expecting to find the person who fills your heart with love, and an unexpected happiness after everything she endured.

The bad sick bad guy took her, and marked her. But in her War she found what she needed, the kind of light in a dark sea to stop drowning in.
Unfortunately my dear K. Webster leaves you more messed up than you would thought. Lies and betrayal are in the surface, questions and tears are the only answer until now.

As you see, you've been warned. Read this book by your own risk (come on, give this one an opportunity. You won't regret it) and then leave this messed up world to follow what's coming next. You will leave your heart in this book, I think you will have it when you embark yourself to what's coming next.


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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!




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New Release and Review: Deep by Skye Warren




Title: Deep
Author: Skye Warren
Series: Chicago Underground 
Genre: Romantic Suspense 
Release Date: February 23, 2016 
Purchase: Amazon US / UK / B&N / iBOOKS

SYNOPSIS
Dark. Powerful. Dangerous.

Philip Murphy has all of Chicago under his thumb. Except me.

We met in a perfect storm of violence and lust. He saved me and then disappeared from my life. Now I pretend I never knew that kind of darkness. I focus on midterms and campus parties, as if they can wipe the slate clean.

Then he turns up outside my dorm room—wounded and barely conscious. He’s the head of a crime syndicate, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.

I can help him, but I can’t fall for him.

Not again.

It's surprise me how much I enjoyed this book, not for a bad reason, please no. Don't think that... Just, it was more than I expected and I enjoyed reading every page of this book.

Phillip and Ella, they're not a normal couple. 
The circumstances why they meet were pretty bad but on the surface lingered an attraction, something dark and impossible.

The times pass and we see how Phillip comes back for Ella, this time to not only make her feel safe regarding the situation happening with her brother. Is also to make her his, and to show her how much he desires her and wants to keep her.

Little did he know, that all that desire and lust would turn in love. A deeper feeling that would save them from the darkness in their lives.

4 stars.


It was dark outside, grown late, and I hadn’t eaten dinner yet. Somewhere out there, Philip was probably dining with crystal and expensive wine. Meanwhile I’d probably order a pizza with one of those coupons by the door.

A low sound raised the hair on my neck.

Oh God, I’m not alone.

My gaze swept over the small dorm room. From here I could see the tiny bedroom area and the kitchenette. I could see almost the entire space. Empty.

Maybe it was just one of my neighbors getting busy and—

The sound came again, louder. A shiver ran through me. It was coming from outside the room, but not from either side. It was coming from the door.

I crept over and looked out the peephole. An empty hallway bulged in the distorted lens.
Now I was doubting myself. Had I actually heard something? Maybe it had come from the dorm room across the hall. When I first moved here, it had been shortly after my “ordeal,” as my adoptive mother called it. I had jumped at every sound, both real and imagined, more traumatized by my brush with danger than I’d wanted to admit.

My gaze snapped to my phone.

I could call my adoptive mother right now, but I knew she wouldn’t want to be bothered. I could call the building management, but I knew what would happen. The same thing that had happened last time I called them. They’d send my floor advisor to check on me. If there was anything scary in this hallway, she’d have to face it first.

And if there wasn’t anything scary, if it was my imagination again, the PTSD I didn’t want to acknowledge, well then everyone would know how fucked up I was inside.

No, I had to be overreacting. This was nothing. There was no one in the hallway. And even if there was, it would be some drunk guy, passed out on the wrong floor.

I’m a normal college student, I reminded myself. I’m not afraid of anything.

Both of those things were lies, I was neither normal nor brave, but at least I could send a drunk frat boy on his way.

I opened the door a crack. Nothing.

Relief filled me, and I opened the door wider.

A body slid inside, slumped over without the door to support him. A short scream escaped me before I caught myself.

He was wearing a three-piece suit stained with blood, his expression slack, eyes glassy with pain and delirium. Philip.

Oh God, he was hurt. Really badly hurt if he couldn’t stand up. Horribly hurt if he’d ever have come to me of all people. I didn’t have time to process the shock of it, of seeing him again. I had to get him out of sight. If he’d been injured like this, someone was after him. Someone would want to finish the job.


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Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dark romance such as Wanderlust and Prisoner. Praised as a “true mistress of dark erotica”, her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, four dogs, and one evil cat.


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