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review 2018-03-05 20:12
BLOG TOUR, REVIEW & #GIVEAWAY - Dark Glitter (Wild Hunt Motorcycle Club #1) by Tate James & C.M. Stunich
Dark Glitter (Wild Hunt Motorcycle Club #1) - Tate James,C.M. Stunich

Dark Glitter is the first book in the Wild Hunt Motorcycle Club series, and you are thrown in right at the start, with loads of characters, multiple points of view, and a main character who doesn't know who she is, what she is, or where she came from. She has moments of clarification, but then it fades. Her body is battered, and she knows that she has spent the last five years being tortured. More than that, she is lost.

Whether by luck or by planning, she turns up outside the one place that can help her, and which is where she needs to be. She faces overwhelming lust for three individuals, but only two of them seem to return the feeling. You also have other characters as to figure out just where they sit in the whole plot line.

This was a great book although, fair warning, it does end on a cliffhanger, so be prepared to throw your kindle at the wall. The storyline is fast paced, Ciarah is a strong and sassy heroine who knows how to stand up for herself (when she isn't being tortured), and the scenery is vivid enough to see as you read.

A thoroughly enjoyable start to the series, and I can't wait for it to continue. The Lord of Winter is definitely my favourite, so I look forward to knowing the others a bit better. Absolutely recommended by me.

* A copy of this book was provided to me with no requirements for a review. I voluntarily read this book, and the comments here are my honest opinion. *

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text 2018-02-21 07:10
Blog Tour - Driving Whiskey Wild
"Welcome to the Whiskeys series, where all the men are larger 
than life and sexy as sin!" - RT Book Reviews
The Whiskey's series
Melissa Foster
Releasing February 21, 2018
World Literary Press



A captivating new sexy standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster.

Special Forces veteran and Dark Knights Motorcycle Club member Bullet Whiskey lives to protect his family, their bar, and the residents of his small hometown. He’s rough, unapologetic, and haunted by a secret, painful past. He’s also a master at keeping people away, and when his sister hires gorgeous and sweet Finlay Wilson to help expand their biker bar, he knows just how to get rid of her.

After losing her boyfriend and her father, Finlay moves back to her hometown to be closer to the little family she has left. She needs her temporary job at Whiskey Bro’s to get her catering business off the ground, and she’s determined not to let the gruff, arrogant mountain of a man Bullet Whiskey scare her off.

Finlay is everything Bullet has never wanted. She’s afraid of his dog, afraid of motorcycles, and sweet enough to give him cavities, but as she weaves her way into the hearts of everyone around him, he’s powerless to resist her charms. Passion ignites, but trust doesn’t come easily, and when their pasts collide, Bullet finds out the true meaning of protecting those he loves.



“Do you want to go out with me, Finlay? Or are you playing some sort of game?”


“I don’t know,” she said honestly, throwing her hands up, frustrated with her own confusion. “Yes…Wait, noYes…”


He cocked his head with a perplexed expression.


“I’m sorry! I’m really confused. You mess with my head. Or rather, you’ve been messing with my head since the wedding. But that’s not your fault. And now I’m rambling, but I want to be honest with you. The truth is, I’m curious about you. Maybe more than curious,” she said, moving around him so she could pace. “But I don’t know what you expect from women, and I don’t know anything about your biker lifestyle. I don’t think I’m a biker girl. But I don’t really know that. I do know I’m probably not like the women you’re used to, and motorcycles scare me. And sometimes you scare me. Not you, you, but the idea of you, because I’m not sure who you really are. But you also turn me on, which makes it all even more confusing.”


A slow grin spread across his face.


“See? That smile makes my stomach go all sorts of crazy.”


“Call me nuts, but I think that’s a good thing, Fins.”


The endearment also made her insides flutter. But none of that came close to the worries welling up inside her right that second as the big, confident caretaker to all around him stood looking at her like he was hanging on her every word, and the truth came tumbling out. “I haven’t been with a lot of guys, and like I said, I don’t know what you expect. You’re all power and”—she tried to use her hands to emphasize her thoughts, but she ended up looking like she was imitating a bear, with claws extended—“sexuality, like you’re ready to swoop in and devour me. But I’m not sure I can handle being devoured, because it’s been so long since I’ve even kissed a guy that I might have…”


He stepped closer as slow as could be and placed a hand on her hip. She was mesmerized by his gentle approach and the touch of his hand as he brushed her hair over her shoulder, holding her gaze so intensely, she couldn’t speak. His hand slid softly to the nape of her neck, then into her hair, until his long fingers cradled the back of her head. His other arm circled her waist, holding her against him.


“Forgotten how…” she whispered.


He gave her plenty of time to pull away, to tell him no, but her voice was silenced by the throbbing of her heart, the wanting in her head. As he lowered his face toward hers, she went up on her toes, bracing for a fierce, possessive kiss. But his mouth came gently down over hers, drawing a breathy sigh. His lips were warm and soft, his hands hard and hot, and her body was a vibrating mess. His beard scratched her cheeks, sending swirls of desire spiraling through her core. He pressed her tighter against him, angled her head and kissed her harder. His tongue swept across the seam of her lips, and she surrendered to his masterful seduction. His whole body beat against her like a pulse, bringing a surge of lust from some forgotten place inside her. He took the kiss deeper, tasting every dip and swell of her mouth, and a heady sound rumbled in the back of his throat. And oh, how she loved that! She’d never been kissed so thoroughly, been wanted so desperately. She never imagined that the man who was forward motion personified could harness that power and deliver it with such all-consuming passion. She couldn’t resist lifting higher on her toes, clawing at his shoulder, trying to taste more of his sweet and sinful desire. He was right there with her, gripping her waist as he lifted her off her feet, holding her against his hard frame, her legs dangling off the ground as he kissed her breathless.


She was so lost in the slide of their tongues, the purely male, utterly unique taste of him, time failed to exist. They could have been kissing for hours, maybe even days. By the time her feet touched the ground, her noodle legs refused to work. But they didn’t need to. Bullet was still holding her tight, kissing her softer now, his scratchy beard trailing after his lips across her jaw, all the way to her ear.


His warm breath seeped into her skin as he whispered, “I think you remember how to kiss just fine. Go out with me, lollipop. You don’t have to be a biker girl. Just be my girl.”
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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented–perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading about wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines.


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text 2017-09-10 08:10
Release Day Blitz - Down & Dirty: Zak




Down & Dirty: Zak (Dirty Angels MC, Book 1)

By Jeanne St. James


Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance


On sale for $2.99 for a limited time or FREE on Kindle Unlimited!


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Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rule. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Zak’s story…


After spending the last ten years in prison, Zak, former DAMC president, has a few priorities: to reconnect with his “brothers,” to get drunk, and to get laid. Not necessarily in that order. When he spots a stunning woman in the clubhouse and mistakes her for one of the club’s strippers, those priorities get a bit skewed.

Sophie has no idea what happened to her life. One minute she’s totally focused on building her bakery business, and the next? She’s delivering a cake to the Dirty Angels motorcycle club’s “homecoming” celebration for a member who just got out of prison. Little does she know baking that cake will change the rest of her life, not to mention, make her a target for a rival MC. Normally, Sophie wouldn’t be caught dead with a man like Zak, a tattooed, ex-con, badass biker.

When a decades old territory war threatens to rip them apart, Zak will do anything to keep Sophie, his club, and the town safe. But being from two different worlds, the threat they’re under may not be worth the risk.






Sophie had no idea what happened to her life. One minute she’s totally focused on building her bakery business, and the next?


She closed her eyes and groaned. Somehow the next, she’s being pulled through a crowd of rowdy bikers and their “bitches” in the cold night air, heading toward a roaring bonfire that appeared to be made up of a mountain of wood pallets. The flames licked halfway to heaven.


As Zak strode forward, Sophie leaned back trying to slow him down a bit. She was wearing her very favorite suede knee-high boots. The brown ones that had a really nice heel on them that made her legs look longer. And slimmer. Because that was important, too. However, the heel didn’t make it easy to walk in the dark over stones, dead grass and rough patches of dirt.


She had a feeling she would end up on her ass. She should have worn sneakers instead.


Especially since she wasn’t trying to impress anyone here.


She didn’t even want to be here in the first place.


How the hell did she even end up here tonight?


The man currently hauling her around left pissed off last night and she had no clue why he even insisted on pursuing her... pursuing this. Whatever the hell this was.


The worst part was she had shut down the bakery early, locked the door, turned off all the lights, and went upstairs to hide just in case he did show up at eight. Like he had threatened.


And when eight-oh-five came around and he hadn’t shown up, she had breathed a sigh of relief. But then, she should have realized that bikers probably weren’t prompt or watched the time. Life apparently revolved around them, not the clock.


Nope, fuck everyone else.


So, she left the lights off in her apartment, too, and wearing a pair of yoga pants and an old, soft sweatshirt, she sank onto her couch to catch up on some TV.


Well, that was until there was a man in black standing before her, hands on his hips.


And if that didn’t make her scream and her heart beat a million miles a minute, nothing would.


She had no idea how he got in or why she didn’t hear him. Maybe he was right about the shop needing better security.


She needed it just to keep him out.


But as he stood over her, her stomach dropped—once it stopped spinning. Holy Hannah, even in the glow of the TV he looked good with his badass clothes, his badass tats, and his badass bod.


He jerked his stubbled chin in her direction. “That what you’re wearing?”


“How did you get in here?”


“Told you I’d be here at eight.”


She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. “I locked the door.”


“I know. Diesel will be makin’ your place more secure.”


He knew someone named after fuel. Okay, then.


“Question was: That what you’re wearin’?”


She looked down at her clothes, then back up at him. He was judging her clothing choices? “Uh, no. I’m not going.”


He blinked slowly as if trying to keep his patience. “Babe.”


Maybe he should be more worried about her patience. “My name is Sophie.”


“Know what your name is.”


“Babe is a pig in a movie.”


She swore she heard him snort. Though, it sounded much sexier than a pig.


“Got wraps. We can stay here and fuck, or we can go to church.”


Sophie heard the silent, “And then fuck,” he was tacking onto the end of that in his mind.


Wasn’t much of a choice. “How about neither. I hate church.”


This time he definitely snorted. He leaned over and switched on the lamp next to the couch. Sophie squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light.


Hot damn, he looked even better in the light.


Fuck her life.


His beard was freshly trimmed tight to his jaw, his hair actually looked like he ran a comb through it even though it had a shaggy, sexy tousled look to it. His eyes were lit up with amusement.


Then there was the rest of him. He had a well-fitting pair of Levi’s encasing his long legs which ended at his black biker boots, of course. And on her way back up, she noticed the same belt as yesterday, and couldn’t forget that grimy black leather vest. Under it was a black thermal Henley that snugged his torso. And his muscular arms. And that muscular chest of his. She finally let her eyes rise to his and he wore a wide smile.




“Babe. Yeah, thinking stayin’ here and fuckin’ may be the choice you’ll be makin’. I brought a few.”


Sophie shook herself out of her daze. “A few what?”


“Wraps. Nothin’s gonna hold us back tonight.”


Well, that was a relief.






About the Author:


JEANNE ST. JAMES is a bestselling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.

Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK


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