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text 2017-10-06 08:03
Cover Reveal - Wicked Choice

 

Wicked Choice (Wicked Horse Vegas, Book #4) Sawyer Bennett Release Date: January 2, 2018

 

Synopsis: Life as a mercenary is a solitary one, but the team at The Jameson Group is content with letting loose at their favorite sex club, The Wicked Horse. For two of its members, dirty days lead to wicked nights, and the team morale is better for it.

 

Sawyer Bennett’s Wicked Horse Vegas series can be read together or separately. A full synopsis for this title will be available prior to release.

 

 

Preorder WICKED CHOICE (Wicked Horse Vegas, Book #4): B&N | iBooks | Google Play | Kobo

 

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Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36353140-wicked-choice

 

 

About the Author:

 

Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists. A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone. Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both. Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.

 

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review 2017-08-31 00:00
Las Vegas Tales
Las Vegas Tales - Amber Malloy Las Vegas Tales - Amber Malloy

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Excerpt from The Guardian


(Las Vegas Tales 1) by Amber Malloy


All rights reserved.Copyright ©2017 Amber Malloy
 









 


About the Author:




Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn’t pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn’t legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she’s not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he’s faking his French accent.


Amber loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.ambermalloy.com



Heads up for a couple of things before I get to the story by story breakdown:

  • Sexily explicit. This feels like a "duh" but just to be extra clear...
  • Great, if you like... Brown beauties with coke bottle figures, men who lavish them and squirting. There's all kinds of positions, and places. I like how it's not drawn out sessions; There's several instances of “wish I could've lasted longer but...” and that unable to hold it back passion is HOT. 
  •  All of these stories switch POVs between the man and woman.
  • All of the stories are straight, one man and one woman. I was honestly really disappointed. I don't think BW + BW/WOC get enough attention or stories. I have to admit, this is my biggest complaint.
  • The food comparisons for skin tone is prevalent. I know it's problematic AF when white people, but given Amber isn't and the majority is pussy eating related, I just want to give a heads up for BW who can't/don't want to read books including such descriptions. Further reading on the subject can be found here:

  • I've been informed video interracial porn uses phrases certain racial  phrases that I'm uncomfortable even repeating. Thankfully, none of that nonsense here. Here's the best least problematic example I found to share from Yo, Is This Racist? 

Story by Story Review:


  1. The first story, The Guardian, threw me for a loop with what was happen. I know two high school flames are locked together in a safe house while one sells a casino. It was hot, but what they were talking about? Not a clue. Just enjoy it. 
  2. High Art, the second story following a painter and her deceased benefactor's husband is my second favorite and it's a really close, almost tied for my absolute favorite. But more on that in a min. I LOVED Bebe's painting style and subject matter, A+. And her social skills are not a gimmick. How she met the “what's wrong with you questions?” head on and her “if that's what you mean response”, A+. I also have a soft spot for the deep throating scenes. The only thing that still bothers me is WTF happens next?! Are they okay together? They broke or what?!? This open ending is irritating and it's best for me not to think about it more. 
  3. Beauty & The Boxer is the third story and my FAVE. Like want a full book following their next steps kind of favorite. It's starts off as the morning after with The Boxer telling The Baker what whirlwind they went through together the night before. They immediately hooked me and I loved how the story unfolded. Her worry about sitting on his face? The baking show competition? Money worries and goals? Being the “black sheep” of the family status? Her retro style and insecurity? Their relationship? Just ALL the LOVE. They are so adorable and sexy and I am SO in their corner. 
  4. Run, Pussycat, Run is the final story in this collection. Set in the mob days of Old Las Vegas in the clubs featured in The Guardian during their glamours heydays. I will admit I had slight problems following this one as well, the logistics...it just seems like so long, and so bad and so easy to get out of trouble. But everything else, them being a long standing couple and fighting for each other? D'AWWWW



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review 2017-08-22 07:00
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Lick - Kylie Scott

 Evelyn had plans for Vegas.  She was going to find a hot guy and lose her virginity all over again.  That is not exactly what went down.

 

David has been through a lot.  As a famous rockstar, he gets what he wants.  Only this time, what he wants may walk away.  

 

This is a great story about true love and how is can happen quickly.  I loved the characters and their interaction.  Even the other characters in Stage Dive series are funny and worth reading.  I cannot wait to get my hands on the next book.  I give this story a 3/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

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review 2017-07-28 17:04
Super Sikh, Vol. 2: Viva Las Vegas - Eil... Super Sikh, Vol. 2: Viva Las Vegas - Eileen Kaur Alden

Disclaimer: ARC via Netgalley

 

Just when you realized you need something you didn't know you needed.

 

 

 

Super Sikh, aka Deep Singh, goes on to vacation in America because he wants to visit Graceland.  Then he gets thrown into a TSA holding cell.

 

This comic is just so wonderful.  Super Sikh battles Group X, which is a comic version of the Taliban, Al Qaeda, and so on.  I say comic because there is a slight Boris and Natasha feel to them.  This does not mean that the creators of this comic have overlooked the misogyny that is connected to such groups.  It’s just there is a humor here that is quite fun.

 

Deep Singh’s trip takes him to Las Vegas as well, where he steps in to help a young woman.  This is the only slightly false note.  Not his helping her, but her reaction, even taking into account Singh’s good looks.  She doesn’t act stupid or anything.  Additionally, she is aware of the weirdness of what happened.  I can’t really say any more without giving away spoilers. 

 

It’s actually quite a lovely book.  I love the characters – including the rats and the car rental guy.

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text 2017-05-18 08:03
Excerpt Reveal - Black Tie Optional
 
 
The Proposal meets Two Weeks Notice in Ann Marie Walker's 
new standalone romantic comedy, Black Tie Optional!
 
 
 
BLACK TIE OPTIONAL
Wild Wedding #1
Ann Marie Walker
Releasing May 30, 2017
St. Martin's Press
 

 

The Proposal meets Two Weeks Notice in Ann Marie Walker's new standalone romantic comedy, Black Tie Optional, which New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst calls, "a fun, sexy romp that will keep every reader entertained!"

Everything about Coleman Grant III oozes power and sex. And not the perfunctory kind either, but the sheet clawing, heart stopping, gasping for air after you’ve screamed so loud you can’t breathe kind. From his dark wavy hair that stands in an artfully rumpled mess, to the blue eyes that sear your skin, to his full, sensual lips - on the surface he’s pure perfection.
 
Too bad he's an asshole. An arrogant, uptight corporate raider hell bent on destroying the environment one species at a time.
 
Everything about Olivia Ramsey screams hippie humanitarian. From her blond hair tied in a sloppy bun, to her faded jeans with the Bonnaroo patch sewn on the thigh, to her combat boots still splattered with mud from the previous day’s site visit.
 
So it makes perfect sense that they would get married. In Vegas. Stone-cold sober.Cole needs a wife. Olivia needs to save an endangered species. But what starts as a marriage of convenience soon turns into a battle of wills and sexual tension. Love is a game, and Olivia and Cole are ready to win.
 
 
 
Chapter One
 
Just like clockwork, Olivia thought. She watched the gas-guzzling SUV roll to a stop alongside the curb, its hazard lights blinking as if some sort of justification for bringing a full lane of Chicago’s morning rush hour to a grinding halt. Every day the sleek black car stopped in exactly the same location so the almighty Coleman Grant III could get the same extra hot, double shot Americano from the same big-chain coffee shop, bypassing the smaller, neighborhood establishments trying to stay afloat as corporate America runs them into the ground.
 
 
            A mountain of a man in mirrored aviator shades jumped out of the front seat to open the rear door, giving Olivia a clear view of the luxury vehicle’s interior. Two leather captain’s chairs with fold down keyboards and armrest tablet holders sat facing several television monitors mounted above what appeared to be a full-service bar.  Forget running a business, it looked as though Coleman Grant ran NASA from his back seat. Honestly, what could possibly be so important that it couldn’t keep until he got to the office? The commute from his Gold Coast penthouse to his Loop headquarters was less than two miles. Hadn’t the guy ever heard of just chilling out with some tunes?
 
            Olivia approached the car just as Grant climbed out of the back seat. He paused to button the jacket of his navy blue Tom Ford and for a moment she forgot he was an arrogant, self-righteous prick hell bent on destroying the environment one species at a time. For a moment, she allowed herself to take in the physical perfection standing in front of her. From his dark wavy hair that stood in an artfully rumpled mess, to the blue eyes that seared her skin, to his full, sensual lips - everything about Coleman Grant oozed power and sex. And not the perfunctory kind either, but the sheet clawing, heart-stopping, gasping-for-air-after-you’ve-screamed-so-loud-you-can’t-breathe kind. But then his eyes narrowed and his lips curved into a knowing smirk and Olivia remembered exactly who she was dealing with.
 
            “Mr. Grant,” she began.
 
            The bodyguard moved to step between them but Grant waved him off. “Ms. Ramsey, what a surprise,” he said, not at all surprised since this was the eighty-third day in a row she had approached him. Not that it mattered. She had no plans to stop these sidewalk sessions until he either agreed to her demands or filed for a restraining order.
 
            He made his way toward the coffee shop with Olivia tight on his heels. “You know, most people simply make an appointment with my assistant.” 
 
            “I’ve tried that, Mr. Grant. But for some reason your schedule is always full.”
 
            “Pity,” he said, his voice void of all emotion. When he reached the glass doors, he yanked one open. “Please, after you.” 
 
            Bastard. Normally he charged in like he owned the place, never mind if she or anyone else got a face full of door. How dare he try to throw her off her game by acting chivalrous. As if the man had a courteous bone in his body. Olivia stood frozen in place, debating how best to handle this latest twist in their balance of power. As she did, Cole’s gaze raked her from head to toe, from her blond hair tied in a sloppy bun, to her faded jeans with the Bonaroo patch sewn on the thigh, to her combat boots splattered with mud from the previous day’s site visit.
 
            She hated to admit it, but the scrutiny of his gaze was unnerving. And it wasn’t just the laser like focus. There was something about his expression, as if he wasn’t looking at her fully clothed in a shop brimming with customers, but rather undressing her with his eyes. She shifted in place, debating if she should call him out for his piggish behavior or simply stick to the topic at hand.
 
            “Suit yourself,” he finally said, stepping through the doors and leaving her alone on the sidewalk. 
 
            Not so fast. She took a deep breath and joined him at the service counter.  “Mr. Grant, as I’m sure you’re aware, the northern long-eared bat was recently granted protection as a threatened species under the Endangered Species Act.”
 
            “Rather difficult to forget given your daily reminders. Although I must say, Ms. Ramsey, you disappoint me. No visual aids today?” He turned away from the counter with his extra hot, double shot Americano to find Olivia standing behind him with an 8 x 10 glossy in her hand.  “Ah, it seems I spoke too soon.”
 
            “This particular species of bat has been the most impacted by white-nose syndrome and the resulting decline in their numbers is what—”
 
            “Those really are the most vile creatures,” Grant interrupted. “Have you ever considered taking up the cause of a more appealing animal, say a manatee?”
 
            “There aren’t any manatees in Lake Michigan.”
 
            “Precisely.” He smirked. “Perhaps you could move? I’m sure you could find some poor, unsuspecting Floridians worthy of your attention.” He raised his left hand and for the first time Olivia realized he was holding a second cup. He thrust it in her direction and without thinking she took it, dropping the photograph as she did. “You seem like the type who would order your latte with a hundred and one specifications, but hopefully skinny vanilla will do.”
 
            Olivia blinked. He bought her a coffee? What the actual fuck? Did he really think he could charm his way out of the hot seat? She had spent her entire adult life and most of her teens speaking on behalf of those who couldn’t. It was going to take a lot more than a few random acts of fabricated kindness to get her off his back.
 
            She was about to tell him not only where he could stick his latte but how in her twenty-eight years on earth she’d never ordered a “skinny” anything, when he turned toward the door. She bent to scoop up the photo then hurried after him, fast talking her case all the way to the curb where his bodyguard stood waiting with the door already open. As usual, Grant didn’t say a word, much less defend his stance. Instead he simply flashed a grin that would have made her drop her latte, not to mention her panties, if she didn’t find him to be lacking in not only morals and ethics but quite possibly a soul.
 
            He gave her a quick nod before ducking into the car.  “Until tomorrow, Ms. Ramsey.”
 
            With that, the door slammed shut and the SUV pulled into traffic to the sound of protesting horns.
 
            “Asshole,” Olivia muttered under her breath. “Gorgeous asshole, but still.” She turned on her heel and started down the street with her head held high. Coleman Grant III might have been trying to make a mockery of her attempts to persuade him, but their standoff was far from over. A slow grin curved her lips as an idea began to take shape. She’d just pulled her smartphone out to send herself a reminder when it began to vibrate in her hand.
 
            “Are you bringing your swimsuit?” her best friend asked before Olivia had even managed a hello.
 
            “To the desert? You’re joking, right?”
 
            “I wasn’t sure.”
 
            “Cassie, I know you’ve had your head buried in cookbooks for the past few years but surely you can remember how a vacation works…lounge chairs, suntan oil, blended drinks with tiny umbrellas that make you say ridiculously inappropriate things to cabana boys.”
 
            “I have never said anything inappropriate to a cabana boy. And that’s sexist by the way.”
 
            “Cabana person?” Olivia laughed at her own joke. “I’m playing. But you’ve got to lighten up a bit. We’re headed to Vegas, Sin City, what happens there stays there and all that.”
 
            “You sound like a tourism ad.”
 
            “All I’m saying is you better be ready to party Hangover style.”
 
            Cassie snorted. “Yeah, cause that worked out so well for them.”
 
            “I promise I won’t leave you stranded on a hotel roof.”
 
            “This is a bad idea. I should be staying here and looking for a job.”
 
            “You’re the sister of the groom. You can’t very well ditch out on the
bachelor/bachelorette festivities. Besides, if I can break my ‘Harass Coleman Grant’ streak for a few days, then you can certainly give the stand mixer a rest.”
 
            “How’s that going by the way?”
 
            Olivia groaned. “New day, same story. ”
 
            “Maybe it’s time to—”
 
            “Move on? No way.” While it was true that working freelance allowed Olivia a certain amount of latitude, she prided herself on never giving up. There was no way Coleman Grant was going to blemish her perfect record. “I’ll just have to double my efforts.”
 
            Cassie laughed. “I’m actually starting to feel sorry for the guy.”
 
            “Don’t be fooled by the looks. He might be hotter than Ryan Reynolds and Ian Somerhalder combined, but underneath that perfect exterior beats the heart of an ogre.”
 
            “Sounds like someone has wet panties.”
 
            “Why Cassandra Miller, is that smutty talk I hear coming out of your mouth? There may be hope for you yet.”
 
            “Don’t change the subject. You’ve got the hots for this guy.”
 
            “Hardly. He’s eye candy all right, but he’s also a spoiled, self-centered asshole who think it’s his way or the highway. Not this time though.” Olivia nodded to herself. One way or another he was going to give in to her demands. Coleman Grant III had finally met his match. He just didn’t know it yet.
 
 
 
 
 
Ann Marie Walker writes steamy books about sexy boys. She's a fan of fancy cocktails, anything chocolate, and 80s rom-coms. Her super power is connecting any situation to an episode of Friends and she thinks all coffee cups should be the size of a bowl. If it's December she can be found watching Love Actually but the rest of the year you can find her at AnnMarieWalker.com where she would be happy to talk to you about alpha males, lemon drop martinis or supermodel David Gandy. Ann Marie attended the University of Notre Dame and currently lives in Chicago.
 
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