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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Rockin' The Heart BY Gracen Miller Blog Tour

Rockin' the Heart

If music nourishes the soul… 

Loved by millions, but shunned by blood, Heath “Fang” Fangor has led his band, Hot Wired, to the top while others have fallen by the wayside. He devoted his life to music, and from that devotion harvested a new family—his band mates and fans. 

A man can desire nothing else…or can he? 

Living in the shadow of her brother’s fame sucks! Sam Collins is desperate to have what she wants—a simple and uncomplicated life. She’s no stranger to scandals and how they work. Now that she’s inadvertently dragged Fang into the center of her latest gossip, could the scandal she created in her quest for freedom have gone too far? 

Amid stardom the heart stages a new melody… 

Fang has more fame and fortune than he will ever need, but none of that matters if he can’t have the woman of his dreams. Years have been wasted waiting for the right moment to approach the woman his heart desires above all others. There’s just one major problem...she’s his best friend’s sister. To have her, he will have to risk it all. 

One that might be responsible for Rockin the Heart!


WOW! I mean I am seriously in love with this writer. I haven't read anything by her before, but when I saw this cover and read the blurb, I HAD TO GET IN ON IT!! I am a lover of Rock n' Roll Romance novels so to find one that doesn't put me to sleep is awesome!

Ok, so we have Samantha aka Sam, right from the start this girl is a firecracker! She's young, naive,  and seriously hot. I found her personality hilarious, but I guess that's what you get out of a 20 year old girl, whose basically been raised by men. She pissed me off with her tantrums some, but it was ok for me. I know some people cannot stand when the female lead gets whinny or obnoxious, but with Sam it gave her more background and appeal. She goes through a rough time seeing as she's been in love with Heath (her brother's best friend and lead singer of his band) and she's been around just watching the chaos of the rock stars life, only to feel out of place and left behind. 

Heath, sex on a stick lick him up scrumdidllyumpcious (lol). I loved him from the beginning, he wasn't going to put up with Sam's shit and called her out on it. Ohh he was an ass hole at times, fighting his own internal feelings for Sam, but he went about his feelings in a very bad spank his ass kind of way. There were times i was like "Nice!" then i'd be like "what are you doing?!!!" Yeah, I was back and forth with them trying to get to there HEA. When all was said and done, I still wanted more, BUT beggars can't be choosers, so I will have to be happy with what Gracen gave me. LOVED IT!!

4.5 STARS!!!


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Chapter One

Heath was a rock star god. The tight lines fanning outward from his silver eyes classified him as a pissed off rock star god.
“Wanna tell me what you did this time to get the platinum treatment?” He indicated the jail cell, while ramming his fingers through his shaggy, jet-black hair.
Preferring to shrink into the shadows and avoid a confrontation with him, Sam took a deep breath and rose from the bench. She stepped away from the metal seat to draw closer to the bars dividing them.
She’d expected her brother, Jason—Jase—to ride to her rescue. Like always. Her foundation. Predictable. Dependable. Rattled by her sibling’s abandonment, she ogled the skull on Heath’s shirt, mortification overwhelming her.
If Heath was Jase’s replacement, then he’d been serious when he said ‘don’t call me the next time you’re arrested.’ She’d assumed he yelled that in anger. She was surprised he’d bothered to offer aid at all.
Gut hollow at her brother’s desertion, she cleared the ache out of her throat and asked, “Can’t you just bail me out and we’ll forget this ever happened?”
Knowing he wouldn’t go for that suggestion, Sam swallowed hard and shuffled her feet. Disappointing Jase was one thing, but letting Heath down was an entirely different matter. She’d crushed on the man since her tenth birthday when he’d given her a heart-shaped jewelry box. Didn’t matter he’d been too old for her at a mature fourteen. That infatuation hadn’t waned with age either, but only grown stronger. Not that he showed her a stitch of interest. To him, she was nothing more complicated than a kid sister.
His digits curled around one of the bars. The tattoo lettering on his left knuckles fit his current disposition—ired. On the other hand the letters H-O-T-W graced his knuckles. If read together, they spelled out the name of his band: Hot Wired.
“Not this time, Samantha.”
She cringed. The only time he broke out her full name was when he was upset or disappointed with her.
“You been drinking?”
“You know I haven’t.” Just shy of twenty-one, in her world getting liquor wasn’t an issue. Neither was alcohol her preferred drug of choice.
She rolled her eyes, the question too stupid to warrant a response.
“This type of publicity is bad news for the band.” She’d heard that one before. None of her recklessness damaged Hot Wired’s career. Not that she sought to hinder their mega stardom. She wasn’t that selfish, she just struggled with controlling her impulses on occasion.
Therapy failed to help. Yelling spawned further rebellion.
Living under the umbrella of the band’s fame grew tiresome. Her life should be her own, to live however she pleased. Weary of the media hounding her, she craved going back to a time when nobody knew her name. A normal life like when she’d been a kid.
She’d grown up on daydreams of the band making it to the big times. They won the lottery of recording deals, while Sam discovered stardom came at a high price. Along with that knowledge came the freebie of all lessons…fantasies were often better than reality. The last time she’d visited the mall without a trail of vipers eager to report her purchases she’d been fifteen.
Was it too much to ask to have a date the world didn’t scrutinize? Even the loss of her virginity made headline news. That act should’ve come with the expectation of privacy. Thanks to the tabloids, Jase almost burst a blood vessel over that exploitation.
Once she’d picked her nose in public on purpose because a rag-reporter stalked her. Scratched her butt on another occasion. Gave them something to write. Those were the photographs and articles that gave her incentive to laugh.
“The only reason they’re not pressing charges is because of Jase.”
“Thanks for the reminder.” Along with it came the reminder that her brother sent Heath instead of coming himself.
Despite the news-hounds, she got out of a lot of shit thanks to her brother’s identity. This incident would be all over the rags and Internet before morning.
‘Hot Wired’s drummer’s sister is at it again!’ They’d go on to paint her wild and immoral comportment.
Have at it you fucks. Can’t hurt me any more than you already have, but what about the band?
Distance from Hot Wired would aid all of them. She’d get her peace of mind back, and they’d be devoid of the rebel-rouser in their group.
She’d mentioned changing her last name and moving back to their Southern roots in the small Alabama town where she’d been born. Jase had gone bat-shit crazy at the suggestion and went on and on about how their parents would be rolling over in their grave at her abandoning the family name.
The name-change idea had been discarded. Swept under the rug like a dust bunny never to be spoken of again.
Torn between two worlds, Sam was suffocating. Living with someone she couldn’t have in a world where she didn’t belong.
She sank back down onto the bench and lay down on the uncomfortable metal, staring at the ceiling. “Go away, Heath. I’m not in the mood for a lecture.”
A sigh came from him, followed by a long pause. She anticipated he’d argue, but she focused on the water spot marring the tiled ceiling and prepared herself to fight back.
The sound of his retreating boots hitting concrete echoed in the room. His exit surprised her, but relieved her too. Faced with his disappointment, she vowed again she’d terminate her criminal behavior.
She settled the backside of her wrist against her forehead. She made that promise to herself often and botched the good intentions each time.
After a moment, a new set of footsteps approached the cell. Even with her eyes closed she determined the intruder wasn’t Heath. In a room full of guests, she could identify his gait. Heath’s solid steps and long stride made for a unique swagger that bespoke his self-confidence. Celebrated his rocker status. Watching him walk compared to admiring art. Ogling his ass as he strode away…eye-gasms.
This individual’s fast-paced walk reminded her of the peppered rounds of gunfire. She waited for the person to speak. The clink of metal striking metal and locks disengaging snagged her attention. She turned her head. The thirty-something deputy swung the cell-door open. “You’re free to go, Ms. Collins.”
Sam rolled off the bench and grinned at the officer as she sidled past him. She’d bragged as they booked her that they wouldn’t hold her long and the charges wouldn’t stick.
In the lobby, Heath waited for her with his hands shoved in his jeans pocket. His shaggy-butchered hair shadowed his eyes, doing a good job of hiding his expression, but the hard line of his jaw indicated he’d married his irritation. Lectures were sure to come.
Looking at him, no one would guess he rocked the panties off chicks worldwide. With his long-sleeved, pull-over black shirt, sporting a white skull, his snug well-worn jeans and scuffed boots, he appeared as average as any hard American worker.
That’s what I need to warm my cold bed. Average. Not my brother’s best friend and rock star god.
There was nothing average about Heath Fangor—Fang to his band mates and the world. Neither would he seduce her. Not even as a one-time gig. The man and his fucked up principals…or maybe they were her fucked up principals because she couldn’t say for sure if she’d enter into a one-night-stand with him if he begged for one. She wanted more, and a one-nighter would be difficult to live with.
“Thanks for the bail out, Fang.” She breezed past him with all intention of snubbing him, but he caught her arm. He held on tight, giving her a warning glare when she tried to jerk free.
“Don’t be ungrateful, brat.” He towed her toward the elevator.
“Thanks for the autograph, Fang!” She glanced back at the deputy who’d released her from the cell. He waved a piece of paper at them, grinning ear-to-ear.
Heath shoved her into the lift. The moment the doors shut, he slammed his palms down on either side of her head. Sam sucked in a breath, her eyes frozen on his sexy-ass mouth. The bottom lip was slightly puffier than the top, nice and pink, and wet. He’d probably licked them, which explained the sheen. She had naughty fantasies with them as the star of the show navigating her body. The damage she suspected they could accomplish created a slippery situation in her panties.
A slight tilt of his lips before he said, “Eyes on mine.”
She refocused and locked onto his silver gaze. The accusations she saw there struck her like a blow to the gut. Looking away would be easier, but Heath had a way of holding her to a higher level with just a penetrating stare. His expectations were tall, and she despised him for having such grand aspirations for her.
“What’s gotten into you? Base diving—”
“That was fun. You should try it.”
“—bar brawls, knifing chicks in Miami—”
“Hey! I was found innocent of that allegation!”
Elevating his eyebrows, he called her statement a lie without uttering a word.
“—and now you’re adding grand theft auto to your long list of offenses.”

Author Info:

Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society.  When not writing, she’s a full-time basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels, movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs. To learn more about Gracen and her writing or to leave her a comment, visit her at the following sites:

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Forever And Almost Always By Amanda Bennett Blog Tour

Forever and Almost Always

What do you do when the one person you have always wanted, you can almost never have?

We found each other by chance and it was perfect, easy and everything I could have asked for. Our love was one for the books. When he moved next door, my entire world flipped upside down and inside out, but it was the best feeling I had ever experienced. Until the time came to choose between him and my family. I was young and in love, but in the end, I chose my family. I’ve regretted that decision since the day I made it. Now fate has given me a second chance with the one person I knew I was always supposed to be with. But this time so much more was standing in our way. 

Can I choose him over the life I’ve come to know? 

Will he be able to forgive me and give us a second chance? 

Is true love really enough to conquer everything standing in our way?

Sometimes the hardest decisions in life, are the most liberating, I just hope that this time I made the right one.

**WARNING Mature content, situations and language, recommended for 18+


I have read everything by miss Bennett and I must say she definitely doesn't disappoint  She took her time with this book and along the way we were able to view a whole relationship from beginning to end in different POVs.

We start off getting to know Dax, he's 19 years old with a good head on his shoulders. Moving in with a friend he sees the beautiful Charlee. I didn't know what to expect from Dax because most young guys are always after one thing, but he surprised me by how willing he was to express his feelings and open up to how this girl made him feel. Dax is hot as hell, too, don't let me forget for one second to mention that one. 

Charlee, is 20 years old and lives with her mom. She is full of life and not ready to explore anything outside of the pool and sun. I loved her personality she's an amazing friend with a big heart, but I hated the way she had been hurt in her previous relationship. At first all she see's is Dax's looks, but once you start to get more of her POV she opens up about the nervousness she feels around him, letting you know that they're  relationship is going to mean so much more.

We get this story in parts, how they began and what went wrong and then them reconnecting. Mistakes were made, losses have been had, and overwhelming grief was caused. I hated the choices both parties made, but the way the book is written and even with their best friends always involved it made an awesome read.





As I sit here in my truck staring at the note her best friend left me, I can’t help but replay the first day I told her I loved her over and over in my mind. I had never said those three words to any other girl in my entire life, and when I said them to her, she melted. I melted right along with her, but I clearly remember her melting. I had the one woman I had ever wanted in my arms as I made love to her in her pool. With every moan and every look, the feeling intensified. I never wanted to let this girl go, and as I whispered those three little words into her ear, as I thrust myself deep inside of her one last time, I knew in that instant that she would forever have my heart.



Author Info:

Amanda currently lives in Utah with her many men (her husband, two little boys, and two dogs). She is an avid San Francisco 49ers and Dexter fan. In high school she developed a love for writing and storytelling, and in the past couple years has made it her passion as she just released her ninth book.

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Monday, January 13, 2014

Marking Her (Marked #1) By Elena M. Reyes Blog Tour

Marking Her (Marked Series)

Talan wants to mark Maya—with more than his ink. The owner of a prominent tattoo shop, he’s used to being hit on by easy women. Though “easy” is not a word associated with Maya when she comes in to support her friend. Flirtation ensues, but what will it take to break the painted man.


I absolutely fell in love with this cover and Synopsis, and couldn't wait to get my hands on it. It's a short read, but definitely packs enough punch to make the reader want more after its over....

Talan, goodness I can never be disappointed by a tattoo artist and this man is sexy as hell. I wanna reach in and lick those tattoos myself, maybe have him draw something up for me too? LOL. He owns his on shop and has worked hard for what he has. He's a typical player not looking to settle down just the hit it and quit it scenario. I can't blame the man really if these women schedule appointments with him, specifically for that purpose. I loved his character, he was real and loyal to his friends and employees. He doesn't let ANYONE talk about his girl either. You mess with her and you basically done. That protectiveness made me open up to him just a little more, too. There were times though that I felt like he was bull shitting around not going after Maya the way I wanted him to though, but we got there in the end.

Maya, she too cute! A body made for sin and a heart of gold. She knows what she wants out of life, career, and a relationship and won't take anything less. She was a bit reluctant to let Talon in and she grew quite frustrated with his actions more than a few times, but she wasn't scared to voice her opinions. When Talon is in need for some help she jumps at the chance to help him out and meets some crazy people along the way. Maya is definitely a character I want to see more of. I know this series isn't over and from the preview of the next book, I really want to know her side of these stories.

4.5 STARS!!!


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  1. Where did you come up with the storyline behind Marking Her?
    My husband was working late one night and I was pissed that he was going to miss our weekly Tuesday SOA date night. I was pouting and channel surfing, when I landed on a tattoo contest and the vision of Talan came to mind. I loved the idea of him falling for a someone younger and being a tattoo virgin.
    Unblemished skin that he hungered to mark.

    2. What was your favorite part about writing this book?
    Learning about all the different types of tribal markings . . . I fell in love with the Polynesian culture and how unique and beautiful their work is.

    3. Do you have a favorite scene? If so, what is it?
    The ending, when he gives in so to speak. I can’t elaborate, but I always knew where I wanted this book to finish, and I was very pleased with how it turned out.

    4. Where did Talan's character come from? Is there a inspiration behind his character?
    He is a mixture between my husband, and how I would love a tattoo artist to be . . . bold, confident, and cocky. Secure in their skin and with a dominating presence that leaves you panting with a mere look.

    5. Where did Mya's character come from? Is there a inspiration behind her character?
    She is me. Short, loud, and sassy.

    6. The ending has a cliffhanger, where is the story going?
    I can’t tell you that, but I will assure you an HEA and a crazy, hot, and sometimes scary ride along the way.

    7. How many books are in this series?
    At the moment 3.

    8. Any thoughts you want to share with your readers?
    Thank you for all the support you’ve given me through this journey. I’m amazed and humbled everyday by you all, and can never put into words how much I love you.
    9. Future projects in the works? Any release dates?
    Marking Him #2 (Marked Series) is what I am working on at the moment. The release date is still not set in stone, but I’m looking at some time in the spring. As for other books, I have three other books planned, but no timetable as I still need to finish writing them ;)



 “When’s my next appointment?” I asked my receptionist Janice while making my way around the front counter. I’d just walked out Lance’s crush and wanted the day to be over.

“You have one more, Talan. Esther is due in twenty.”

“Fuck, I forgot about her.” My body slumped against the counter. The boys and I were hoping for the evening to be slow, allowing us an early night.

“That’s why I’m here, handsome. To serve you in any way you need,” Janice purred, and I sighed as I flipped open my laptop and logged in. I’d made the mistake of wetting my dick in her a few months back when she first came through my door. Afterward, she became jealous and clingy, wanting more than I was willing to give.

The only reason she was still there was because she had bigger balls than the other two fuckers that worked there. Janice could handle the leers, gestures, and jokes like a pro, but fuck with her inventory or dirty my shop, and she will rip you a new one.

“Janice, cut that shit out,” I demanded before storming off toward the back and into my sanctuary. The guys all laughed when I walked by. I flipped them the bird and continued on into my room.

An hour had passed since I’d asked Janice if I was clear and there was still no sign of Esther. It was the usual for her. The woman would be late to her own funeral, but this was a new one for her.

She was never this late.

I was becoming agitated by the lack of common sense people had to pick up a goddamn phone. How hard could it be to let me know if you’re coming or not? There was just something about a person’s lack of punctuality that pissed me off. Not caring if I had shit to do or places to be was plain rude.

I was worked up to the point of walking out the damn door.

“Janice,” I called out into the now empty shop. She’d insisted – once the boy’s left – in staying behind to help me set up, not listening to my refusal. “Call Esther and reschedule. I’m beat and—”

“I’m here,” Esther yelled, rushing through the door. “Traffic was a bitch and I—”

“Save it and get in my chair before I kick you out,” I grumbled and rubbed my throbbing temples.

“But, I brought—”


“Is he always this rude?” a soft, feminine voice I didn’t recognize asked.

I looked up, and was startled by the sexy little thing that stood before me. She was young. Much younger than what I was normally attracted to; at the most this little nymph was twenty.

The beauty had black hair; wavy and tousled locks that swept down to the middle of her back, with side-swept bangs across her forehead. Her face was sweet, innocent, while her gray eyes spoke of mischief, and in my case, trouble. Lips, those fucking cherry-red lips, were plump and inviting—the perfect Cupid’s bow that begged to be nibbled.

I let my eyes traverse her short frame and my mouth watered. She truly was an itty-bitty thing. With my six-foot-four frame, I towered over her, dwarfing her delicate one.

My feet carried me closer to where she stood, next to Esther in the receptionist area. I wanted her laid on that black marble top so I could feast on her. The drought I’d been on as of late might have been making me desperate...then again, looking at her was making something within me want to just take, consequences be damned.

We watched each other; she followed my every move and I, her every breath.

My eyes dropped from her perfect face to hungrily devour her chest and a shiver ran down my spine.  The two pert, no bigger than a handful breasts, sat high on her chest. She wore a simple camisole that did little to hide her obvious happiness to meet me.

My cock twitched as her nips puckered.

I continued my assessment and found my hands clenching the second her narrow waist and flared hips came into view. My nails dug grooves into the palms of my hands, the slight pinch keeping me in check. The desire to pull her closer, grab onto her flesh, and leave my prints behind was almost unbearable.

She was a slim petite thing, with the sexiest pair of legs my eyes had ever seen; they were bare for my enjoyment. A tiny pair of denim shorts barely covered her lower region, marking every groove and molding onto her sinful flesh as if they were a part of her.

I was hard.

“Wow,” a voice coughed to my right, pulling my eyes away from Bitty.


“You can say ‘thank you’ for my gift now and eye fuck her later.” Esther laughed while Bitty turned red around the cheeks.

This cute little thing blushes?

“Talan, it’s getting late,” Janice interrupted suddenly, “and we have plans.” 

“I’m sorry,” Bitty spoke up, turning to Esther, “maybe we should come ba—”

“No.” The word popped out before I could think to stop them.

“Yes.” My glare cut off Janice before she could continue, eliciting a chastised look from her. Who the hell did she think she was to be so rude and hostile toward my client and someone who, I hoped, would soon be my friend?

“Enough, Janice.” I let the words come out encased in a low, warning growl before turning toward the two women with raised brows. “You two head on back.” Bitty went to protest at my command, but instead bit her lip, causing me to groan. Fuck, I need to get this situation under control. “Esther, you know the drill; lose the shirt and get comfy. Bitty, I want—”

Bitty crossed her arms, scowling adorably. “Who you calling ‘Bitty’?”

“You, sweet thing, now quit interrupting me.”

Bitty huffed, but I saw no real annoyance in her expression. 

“Talan, can we have a word please?” Janice butt-in, again. If this chick didn’t leave soon she was going to find herself without a job.

“No, and for fuck’s sake—go home.”

“But,” she whined and gave me a ridiculous pout. The two other girls in the room laughed. Janice didn’t appreciate this and turned her icy glare on them.

“Come on, Es, seems the big, bad, tatt boy has his hands full,” Bitty cooed with a sexy giggle and pulled a nosy Esther behind her. The two walked off, down toward the room with my name on the door. They walked in, and while Esther went to strip, Bitty closed the door.

Her eyes—those damn cat-like grey eyes—set on mine, blazing with amusement while she winked then pushed the door closed.

“What the fuck was that?” Janice hissed once they were both out of earshot. “You should have a little more—”

“Get out,” I said through gritted teeth.

Janice’s jaw jutted forward in defiance. “Are you into that little girl?” 

I pointed toward the door. “Out and quit pushing . . . you’re walking a fine line.”

Hurt flickered in her eyes. “Talan, I—”

 “Go home, Janice. Go home before I fucking lose the last bit of patience I have today and kick you out permanently.”


Author Info:

Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.


As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.


Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.

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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Destined To Fall By Tamsyn Bester Blog Tour

When Cassey Emerson graduated high school 3 years ago, she packed her bags and left the dusty trailer park she called home in the rear view mirror. Since then, she has worked hard to give herself the life, and career, that she always dreamed of. As the Publishing Assistant at Knight Media, her dreams are slowly but surely coming true…

But something is missing…

Kyler Knight is young, rich and the heir to the multi-million dollar fortune that is known as ‘Knight Media’ – the biggest and most successful media company in Chicago. When his father decides it’s time for Kyler to learn the ropes as successor, he didn’t think it would include working with someone like Cassey Emerson. 

Their attraction is immediate and Kyler is everything Cassey should stay away from. He can’t give her what she wants, but that doesn’t stop him from pursuing her. When one passionate night changes everything, Cassey must decide whether or not she can accept what Kyler is offering, or walk away from how he makes her feel. 

Suddenly, things change, lines are blurred, hearts are broken and Cassey is left to pick up the pieces after her hot, steamy relationship with Kyler becomes so much more… 
Can she move forward or was she always destined to fall?

*This is an Adult Contemporary Romance Novel. Recommended for readers 18+ *


I love reading Romance Novels where the main characters work in the office together, I think it brings the hotness up a bit, with the reader trying to picture where they are at certain times....

Cassey Emerson is in control of her life after a bad upbringing and has the best friend and job that any girl would want. She in in a bit f a dry spell and isn't looking to become anybody's one night stand. But, as she sets her eyes on Kyler Knight, no matter what her heads telling her, her body is craving for him like she's never craved any man before. Cassey was a great female to read about. she didn't let her past stop her from becoming important and successful in her career. I have to say I was quite intrigued by what Cassey describes as her love life. She seems like a hot women so sad to read she's not getting any. Her friendship is wonderful and I love reading about her loyalty, too.

Kyler Knight is your hot, single, rust fund baby. He's good at heart though and would do anything for his family. When he starts up at Knight Media, he wasn't expecting to have Cassey catch his eye, and wasn't expecting more than a quickie either. I love Kyler, I was thinking typical rich boy, but he's so much more. He loves his family and is honest about what he wants and who he is. Him and Cassey have this dysfunctional relationship where if some one starts to feel more for the other they must end it. But, you find out all these surprises that Kyler is willing to do for Cassey that makes you love him more.

I wasn't bored, or even thinking of putting this book down at all, i truly enjoyed ever last page of this one. Definitely recommending this to anyone out there looking for a funny, romantic, steamy read.



~ Scene: Kyler and Cassey #3 ~


We’re completely naked, and the feel of Kyler’s hard muscles beneath my fingertips is sending my libido into overdrive. He rests his hands on my bare hips, circling his thumb slowly, and pushes me towards his King size bed. The edge of the bed hits me behind my knees and Kyler stops.
“Lie down on your stomach,” he instructs. His voice is deep, commanding and dark. I shiver, causing Kyler’s cock to harden against my thigh. I spin around and crawl onto the bed, deliberately swaying my hips side to side. If he wants to drive me crazy, then surely I must return the favor. I lie down, propping myself up on my elbows and look behind me from over my shoulder. The bed dips and Kyler moves closer on his knees. His hands slide around my waist and he lifts me up so that my bum is propped in the air. I feel him lean down, blowing hot air across my shoulders and biting the soft flesh of my neck. A moan escapes my lips. He’s driving my delirious and the fun hasn’t even begun yet. “Tonight, I will take what I want from you, as many times as I want and you will love every second I’m doing it,” he growls. “I won’t stop until you’re completely and entirely consumed with pleasure, and filled with nothing but me.”
His words leave my breathless and wet, and he knows it. I close my eyes as he leans back. His hands move around my bum, rubbing slowly until his fingers brush my soaked entrance. One finger slips in and then another, and he rubs slowly, adding a bit more pressure. I whimper and push my bum out more, wanting to pull his fingers deeper. I hear the sound of foil ripping, and then his fingers disappear. I’d be disappointed but I’m too wound up for what’s about to happen next. The only sounds are our collective heavy breaths and it only adds to the heady anticipation.
Kyler shifts behind me and the head of his cock probes my sex. I like it; how he makes sure I’m ready to accept all of him. He pushes in a little further and I feel myself stretching to accommodate both his generous length and delicious thickness. His hands tighten around my waist and he enters me fully until I feel his thighs pressed against mine. “Oh God,” I moan, clutching the comforter in my hands. ‘”Feel me, baby,” Kyler breathes harshly hissing through his teeth. He starts moving faster, in and out, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slows. He’s prolonging it, I know, but I need him to deliver on his promise to take from me what he wants over and over and over again.
“Kyler,” I moan out his name, a plea.
“I’ve got you,” he says.
His hips increase their pace and he pushes into me faster and faster and I bite my bottom lip. I feel it building, deep inside. Kyler’s hand reaches into my hair and he pulls my head up. My back arches and his stroke deepens, making me scream out in pleasure. My body is on fire and I’m slowly losing my mind, but it’s the most glorious feeling ever. Kyler’s balls slap against my skin and the sound encourages him to go even faster, and harder. He lowers his body and cups my breasts from behind, never slowing his hips.
“Jesus,” he growls next to my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Harder!” I scream. “I want it harder!”
The bed shakes beneath us as Kyler’s murderous strokes harden, the sound of slapping skin filling the air around us. His hands squeeze my breasts and the tip of his cock hits me deep. Every. Single. Time.
“You,” he bites out. Slap. “Are.” Slap. Groan. “Mine.” Slap. Moan.
Kyler’s hand slides down my sweaty torso and stops between my slick folds. “I can feel myself moving inside you,” he grinds out. “Do you know how hot that is? Do you know how crazy it makes me?”
“Hmmm,” I whimper. He starts rubbing my clit and pushes into me, once. Twice. When his cock hits my core the third time, my body explodes and my orgasm shatters the world around me. I shake, my body pulsating as Kyler finds his own release. He collapses into me, our chests moving up and down while we catch our breath.
“I’m not done yet,” Kyler says. “Not even close.”
He wraps his arms around my waist again and pulls me up, sending an after-shock wave through my system.
“Kyler, I don’t think - ”
“Ssshh,” he interrupts me. “Trust me.”
He stretches his legs out in front of him and I’m straddling him, my back to his front. He lies down on the bed and grips my hips. He starts moving me, slowly at first, until I’m sliding up and down his cock. He wasn’t lying when he said he has stamina. It’s been ten minutes since our first orgasm and he’s already hard again.
“I need to see you,” I tell him.
“Ok,” he replies, lifting me up so that I can turn around. He slips back inside me and I press my hands to his chest. He rests his hands behind his head and smiles up at me. It’s smug. “Your turn,” he says. “Ride me.”
“With pleasure,” I tell him with a smug smile of my own.
I start moving and rotate my hips, around and around and then up and down. Kyler’s breathing accelerates and I know I’m doing it right. I bring my hands up and rub my breasts, pinching my nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh fuck,” Kyler breathes harshly. His eyes watch me carefully and even with only the moonlight streaking through the large windows of his bedroom, I can see his eyes are black. Seeing him so turned on, because of me, only encourages me and I decide slow and steady isn’t going to cut it. Kyler has unleashed something in me and there’s no way I’m shoving it back. So I lean back and steady myself on Kyler’s thighs, digging my nails into his taut muscles.
“What are you - ” his words are cut off when use my legs to move up and down his cock. I’m in complete control now and the power is an absolute turn on. I increase my pace and start bouncing, riding Kyler hard. Our skin starts slapping again and my moans fill in the silence in the room. Kyler’s fingers dig into my hips, and without warning he sits up and flips us over before slamming into me again. Something about it tells me he doesn’t like that I was in control but I’m too close to the edge of another orgasm to care right now.
“Yes!” I cry out. “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck me, YES!”
My back arches, my toes curl, my nails bite into Kyler’s arms and another explosive orgasm rips me into pieces. I scream Kyler’s name as he joins me, our bodies humming and vibrating together. He leans into me, resting on his forearms on either side of my head, and keeps rotating his hips as we ride out our wave of ecstasy.
“Fuckit, woman. You’re going to kill me.”
He kisses me, his tongue probing my mouth as gently as his cock moves inside me. Slow, lazy circles.
“I could think of worse ways to die,” I chuckle into his mouth. My hands slide down his damp skin and I clutch his tight bum, grinding my hips into his and pushing him deeper. I’m too exhausted, yet completely satisfied, to go another around, but I like having Kyler inside me. He brushes my hair off my sweaty forehead and kisses the side of my mouth.
“Shower?” he asks.
“Uh-Uh,” I reply, shaking my head.
He chuckles and I feel it travel to where our bodies are still connected. He sucks in a breath, his eyebrows lifting up in question.
“You need rest,” he states emphatically. “But let me clean you first.”
He goes to move but I wrap my legs around him. He looks down at me, a determined shimmer in his eye.
“Ok, baby. If that’s how you want to play…” he trails off. Seconds later he’s lifted me off the bed but has managed to keep us glued together. He walks us to the bathroom, me wrapped around him in every sense of the word, and steps into the shower. He shows me what he can do in the shower and it has nothing to do with getting clean, and by the time we climb into bed, I’m asleep before my head hits the pillow. Kyler’s arms tighten around me, pulling me close into his chest.
I’m asleep, but I can still feel the smile on my face.
And I’m happy. But I shouldn’t be. 


Tamsyn is a 22 year old blogger turned author from South Africa who has an insatiable hunger for New Adult Contemporary Romance novels, coffee and chocolate. When she’s not getting caught up in yet another steamy romance with a new book boyfriend, she can be found spending endless hours working away on her laptop in pursuit of her Marketing degree and a career in book Publishing. Tamsyn is a Brat when it comes to books and believes that every story, no matter how challenging, should have a Happy Ever After. Tamsyn currently has 2 novels available Beneath Your Beautiful, Precious Consequences, and is getting ready to release her 3rd novel Destined to Fall.

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