RELEASE AND REVIEW Seduce Me by Kelly Elliot

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SEDUCE ME

BY KELLY ELLIOT

    What happens when you’re forced to seduce the one person you vowed never to love? You get screwed … in more than one way. I walked out of Tucker Middleton’s bedroom seven years ago, leaving him hurt and angry. Now I need his help; the only way I can get it, is to make him think I want him back. The only problem is we have silently vowed to hate one another for the rest of our lives. In order to get Tucker to help me—I have to seduce him. Easy right? Hell yes! I’m the CEO of CMI Consulting. If I set my mind to something, I make it happen. Charleston Monroe is playing me for a fool. If she believes for one second I’m going to let her walk into my life to help her save the very job that ripped her away from me, she’s got another thing coming. She thinks she can seduce me, and I let her believe she can. After all, I’m getting what I’ve always wanted. Her.    

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Rating - 💜💜💜💜 . 5 

 

4.5 stars

I devoured this book so quickly! I could not put it down at all. I really enjoyed reading this book which is the first in the series. It makes me really excited for the rest of the books that will follow.

Charlie needs to seduce Tucker...The only problem is their past has been a little rocky. Charlie is such a strong and driven character! She knows what she wants and she goes for it. She doesn’t let anything stand in her way. She does tend to hind her emotions a lot though.

Tucker is such a sweet guy. He isn’t the playboy type, which is refreshing to read about. I love how he shows his feelings. Tucker and Charlie do love to argue however, communication in the early days isn’t their strong point.

I really could not put this book down. I really liked it. It did make me a little teary in certain parts of the book, but I had my tissues handy. You could feel the connection between the characters, their heat, their love. The secondary characters are all interesting as well. I can not wait to read more about them. I am really excited to see Nash is next in line after what happened in this book, I am so ready for his HEA! 

EXCERPT

Rolling over, I pulled the covers over my head and moaned. “Oh shit,” I whispered. Even my whispered words hurt my head. I hadn’t drunk like that in a long time. Note to self: Give up alcohol. Except wine. Wait. No. Never ever give up wine. With my head still buried, I tried to think back to last night. The last thing I remembered was talking to that guy . . . Brad. No Billy. Bobby? Brady? Who cares? I need aspirin. I pushed the covers over my head and went to get out of bed. I froze when I saw the sheets. Oh. My. God. These aren’t my sheets. Turning, I looked at the bed. This isn’t my bed. Glancing down, I gasped. I’m not wearing any clothes. Covering my mouth, I jumped up. “I didn’t. Oh God, please tell me I didn’t. Terri! I’m going to kill her.” Frantically looking around, I saw my purse on the chair in the corner. Rushing over to it, I dug through it until I found my phone. As I waited for that whore to answer her phone, I mumbled, “She broke the number one girlfriend code. Don’t let your friend leave with a guy when they’re drunk!” “Hey, girl! So? Did you get laid like you wanted? Please tell me yes ’cause this would make a great story.” My heart jumped to my throat as a small sound came from my lips. “Wh-what? Why? How could you? You let me go off with him? What if he had killed me!” She laughed. “Hardly. But then again, you do drive him up a wall, and he has mentioned snuffing you out a time or two.” My finger and thumb went to the bridge of my nose. “What are you talking about?” Terri muffled the phone, then laughed. “Hello? Terri! I’m at a strange man’s house, I don’t remember anything, and I’m naked.” “Wait. You’re naked?” “Yes!” “Oh, wow. Shit just got really interesting. Where’s Tucker?” Tucker? How in the hell would I know where Tucker was? “I don’t know! I don’t care. Terri. I don’t know where I am. He could come back any minute, and I’m standing here naked. Oh my God. Do you think I had sex with him?” “Do you feel like you had sex?” Stopping, I jumped around a bit. “No. I’d be sore if I did, right? Fuck if I know, it’s been so long.” Terri sighed. “It really has been that long. You’ve done forgotten how it feels, huh?” “Aww, hell, Mr. Pootie!” “I’m sure he’s fine. Let’s get back to what happened between you and Tucker last night.” I shook my head as I glanced around the room for my clothes. Dropping to my knees, I looked under the bed. “Why are we talking about Tucker? I have bigger problems.” Then I heard a male voice clear his throat. “Oh God,” I whispered. “He’s in the room, Terri. I’m naked! I can’t find my clothes.” Terri laughed. “Okay, well, have fun. Tell Tucker I said hey.” My brows furrowed, and I was about to say something when the line went dead. It was then I felt the change in the room, and everything from last night came crashing back into my poor brain, causing my head to pound harder. Slowly lifting up, I peered over the bed, only to find Tucker leaning up against the doorjamb. He wore a shit-eating grin on his face, and fuck me, he looked so gorgeous. Oh no. I swallowed hard. “Um . . . I can’t, um. Well, it appears I am . . . you see, I can’t find my, ahh . . . the dress I had on.” Jesus. Why do I act like an idiot around him? Why! “Your clothes had throw up on them. They’re almost dry.” My stomach dropped. “Did we . . . ?” He smiled. Full on dimples and all. God, I want him. Even in my current hungover condition, I’ve never wanted this man more than right now. Wait. No. I don’t! Yes . . . yes, you do. Crap. What if I already had him? And I don’t remember. I’m going to be so pissed off if we had sex and I don’t remember it. “No, we didn’t sleep together, and for the record, you got yourself undressed.” Relaxing, I let out the breath I didn’t realize I held in.      

Kelly Elliott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author. Since finishing her bestselling Wanted series, Kelly continues to spread her wings while remaining true to her roots and giving readers stories rich with hot protective men, strong women and beautiful surroundings. Her bestselling works include, Wanted, Broken, Without You, and Unconditional Love, to name just a few. Kelly has been passionate about writing since she was fifteen. After years of filling journals with stories, she finally followed her dream and published her first novel, Wanted, in November of 2012. Kelly lives in central Texas with her husband, daughter, and two pups. When she’s not writing, Kelly enjoys reading and spending time with her family. She is down to earth and very in touch with her readers, both on social media and at signings. To find out more about Kelly and her books, you can find her through her website. www.kellyelliottauthor.com

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RELEASE AND REVIEW Lani Lynn Vale - How About No

 

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HOW ABOUT NO

BY LANI LYNN VALE

Wade had everything he could ever want in life...then he lost it. Now, his life—his forever girl—is living in a house he built for her while he’s struggling to move on and find meaning where there isn’t any to be found. Landry Hill was his girl. his everything. His high school sweetheart. His first kiss. His first and only love. His old lady and wife Then one day he does something monumentally stupid. And she walks away knowing she’ll never come back. Fast forward five years, and he’s still just as in love with her now as he was when she left. The only problem is that she’s moved on with her life, found a new man, and seemingly forgotten him. Then there’s Wade—stuck in the same awful place where she abandoned him. The only thing he has left is his job as a police office and the Bear Bottom MC. Just when they both think things can’t get any worse, life kicks them both in the teeth, and Landry finds out really quick that the only person she can depend on is the one that let her walk away. With understanding comes a deal. One that Landry has no hope of ever breaking free from, and one Wade will do everything in his power to make a reality. But one thing is still certain. The force that split them apart is still out there. And there’s no hope of escaping fate.

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Rating - 💜💜💜💜 . 5 

4.5 Stars

It’s Wade and Landry’s turn! We are back in Bear Bottom, the fictional place I just love! I really like this story, and I am loving this series. I couldn’t put this book down, I loved it but felt like I needed just a tad more at the end.

Wade and Landry are ex husband and wife. Wade is a police officer as well as part of the MC club. He was more of a laid back character. His love for Landry can be felt through the book.
Landry is somewhat lost. She did not have the best upbringing and i feel sorry for the amount of pain she had to endure. I hope we get to see more of her relationship between her and her sister.

I really like how the stories in this series pull together. I love how close knit the club is and how they have each other’s back through thick and thin. This book is captivating and exciting, with a little bit of action. I can not wait for more!

 

EXCERPT

     

“No, Wade,” I snarled. “It’s not just that easy.”

He frowned. “What are you talking about? I realize that it’s tough, and it’s going to hurt, but baby, this is your sister! Your sister is your family. Your blood. You can’t just leave her in need.”

That was when I felt everything inside of me still.

“The first time I donated bone marrow to my sister, I was a toddler. Barely the age of two and a half,” I said, almost in a whisper. “The second time, I was four. The third? Seven. Do you see a pattern, Sergeant?”

Wade frowned and tilted his head to the side, confusion spreading over his face.

“My parents had me to be their donor baby,” I whispered. “They never wanted me. I was never allowed to be a child. I was a useful object to them.”

Wade looked startled. “What do you mean by not being able to be a child?”

I laughed maniacally.

“I’m saying that I was bred to be their baby’s saving grace,” I hissed. “And I’m not doing it anymore. My sister is an asshole. My father’s a conniving bastard, and my mother is the biggest bitch known to man. Don’t you think that there’s a reason that I’ve never spoken of them?”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “Honey, you told me that you had a falling out. But this is your sister.”

I looked over at where my sister was sitting out on the front porch, silently crying her big, fat crocodile tears.

She’d always been good at them.

There was a time when I was younger that all she had to do was get that look on her face, and I’d be scared shitless.

Because if Lina wasn’t happy, nobody was happy, least of all me.

There was always going to be hell to pay if a single tear fell down Lina’s perfect cheek.

Lina also looked like a little China doll. She had perfect blonde curls, soft, milky white skin, blue eyes the color of a crayon, and she was tiny.

I, on the other hand, was none of those things but short.

I had brown hair to her blonde, brown eyes to her blue, freckled skin to her perfect complexion, and when I tried hard, I was also skinny.

Except, lately, I had been drinking beer and having the time of my life—living it like I’d always wanted to live it.

“I won’t do it,” I refused again, sounding petulant now.

I knew he didn’t understand.

Deep down, Wade was a really good man.

He’d experienced a lot in his life. He was a cop and had seen some very bad things.

But, what he did not have, was a bad family.

His family was awesome. His mom was the best mother in the whole world, and his dad was the kind of father I’d only ever dreamed of having when I was younger.

God, even his brother was the best.

He had no clue what it was like to hate your family like I did.

Hell, the only reason he hadn’t heard of them sooner was because my sister hadn’t gotten sick enough to need me.

Had she, Wade would’ve learned the truth about who my family was a hell of a lot quicker.

“I’m going to tell her that you’re thinking about it, and we can discuss it more later, okay?” Wade offered. “I don’t want you to make any hasty decisions because you’re overreacting.”

         

Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading. Lani is married with three children and lives in the Great State of Texas.

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REVIEW I Bet You by Ilsa Madden Mills

She’s the one bet I can’t resist...

Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills returns with an all-new swoon-fest of a novel about what happens when you look beyond labels and take a chance on love.

I Bet You, an all-new sexy college romance standalone is available NOW!

Sexy Athlete: I bet you…

Penelope Graham: Burn in hell, quarterback.

The late night text is random but Penelope knows exactly who “Sexy Athlete” is. And why she shouldn't take his wager.

Ryker Voss.

Football star.

Walks on water and God's gift to women.

Just ask him.

His bet? He promises Penelope he’ll win her the heart of the nerdy guy she’s been crushing on. His plan—good old-fashioned jealousy. Once her crush sees her kissing Ryker, he'll realize what he's missing. Sounds legit, right? The only question is…why is Ryker being so nice to her?

Penelope Graham.

Virgin.

Lover of sparkly vampires and calculus.

His mortal enemy.

Penelope knows she shouldn’t trust a jock, but what’s a girl to do when she needs a date to Homecoming? And Ryker’s keeping a secret, another bet, one that could destroy Penelope’s heart forever.

Will the quarterback score the good girl or will his secret mean everyone loses at this game of love?

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Excerpt:

Penelope

I stand in front of the mirror in the restroom and gasp. Holy moly, I’m a total disaster. Red is on my shirt, my neck, my cheek, and there’s even a dab in my hair. I let out a heavy sigh as I wipe at it with a wet paper towel. At least my hair is auburn and the red will just blend right in. I scrub at the stain on my shirt, but all I end up doing is making a giant wet spot. “Forget it,” I mutter to myself a few minutes later as I straighten my lopsided messy bun and adjust my glasses. My makeup is faded, and I reach into my apron for a tube of cherry red lipstick then quickly swipe it over my mouth. Like that’s going to improve the situation. I need a makeover and new clothes stat. I walk out of the restroom and take in Sugar’s Bar and Grill, a restaurant in Magnolia, Mississippi. The dinner rush is over, but a few stragglers will come in, mostly college students. Only a block from campus, Sugar’s has a modern farmhouse feel with galvanized steel light fixtures, pale pine floors, and straight-back metal chairs, but the food…well, that’s what keeps the place hopping. It’s the only restaurant near campus to get anything you want served up with a side of fresh fried green tomatoes. Their menu also features Southern classics, such as chicken and dumplings or macaroni and cheese with bacon sprinkled on top. Just thinking about it makes my stomach rumble. I was so wrapped up in writing during my break that I forgot to eat. I sigh and head to the football table, where they promptly hand over the money. “Nice doing business with you, boys,” I say before flouncing off, feeling Ryker’s eyes on me the entire time. What’s his deal with me? I mean, you’d think he’d want to avoid me because of the article, but it’s as if his mission is to be around me as much as he can. In fact, I’m not even sure he knew who I was before I wrote it since we don’t run in the same circles. I suspect he’s torturing me. I push him out of my head and walk over to a table that needs bussing, picking up half-empty soda glasses and putting them on my tray. The door chimes, signaling that someone has come in, and I raise my head to see— Whoa. I freeze. Bring out the angels and cue the hallelujah chorus. Now that’s the kind of man I should be writing sexy scenes about. Standing at the door is Connor Dimpleshitz—yes, his surname is unfortunate, but his IQ makes up for it. I’ve been crushing on him since our sociology class last semester. Framed by a golden halo of sunlight as it glints through the windows, I decide he’s what would happen if Albert Einstein and Henry Cavill had a baby. “A hot genius. The perfect unicorn,” I murmur to myself. I chew on my lip, debating on whether to mosey up to him and say hi or hide. Hide wins. I know, I’m a little ridiculous, especially since we have calculus together this semester and he’ll obviously see me at some point in class. But then I’ll have good hair and ketchup-free clothes. I quickly survey the possibilities for my escape as the hostess seats him in another server’s section. My eyes land on the right side of the restaurant, where I could make a mad dash for the kitchen, but he’s bound to see me darting since I’d have to walk past him. Plus, I want to hang around and watch him without him knowing. I come to a decision. Wrangling the tray of half-empty sodas I cleared, I quickstep it over to the back left corner, the farthest away from the double doors of the entrance. I maneuver my body into an awkward hunkering position behind a huge potted plant with wide fan-shaped leaves. At least five feet tall with a gnarly brown trunk, the green monster is perfect camouflage. I peek around a big leaf that’s in dire need of a good dusting,judging by the motes floating around. Feeling paranoid that someone is a witness to my absurdity, I throw a quick glance over my shoulder to make sure no one’s around. Ryker. Shit. He’s staring at me from the football table, and there’s a glint in his gaze, as if he’s wondering what I’m doing. I scowl and stick my tongue out at him. He makes me feel so rebellious and flustered and…excited. I can’t even stop myself. Ugh. His expression deepens in amusement, and I grimace, realizing my butt is sticking out. His annoying eyebrow jacks up and says, What the hell are you doing? With eye telepathy I tell him to mind his own freaking business. I pointedly turn my back on him and focus on The Unicorn. A few seconds later, a familiar deep voice resonates from behind me, making me start. “You look a little flustered, Penelope. Spying on someone for your next story, perhaps?” I freeze. Blink. His voice is husky and lower than before when he was calling me garçon, the tone reminding me of languid summer nights under a starry Southern sky while he gives me deep, passionate kisses— Good Lord.Stop your daydreaming.Must. Stop. Reading. Romances. I heave out a sigh and turn around to face Ryker. What the hell does he want now? *** “I don’t submit to the Wildcat Weekly anymore,” I say. I worked for them most of last year, covering the home games and a few random articles. With a dad who was in the NFL, I know a lot about football, but when Sugar’s offered me more hours, I took it. “No more football stories, huh?” I shrug, my gaze taking in his chiseled cheekbones, the curve of his full lips, the hint of scruff on his jaw. Dammit, why is he so gorgeous? “What can I say? I covered the most fascinating story last semester—you. Guess I went out on a high note.” He nods, taking that dig. “I always noticed you at the games.” I scoff. “I didn’t think girls like me were on your radar.” “You sat near the third row at the fifty-yard line taking notes at every home game.” His eyes drift over me. “And I didn’t say you were on my radar.” “Really? Sounds like you did.” “Trust me, I have more discriminating tastes.” He shrugs. “Why, how sweet of you.” My Southern accent has thickened, the way it does when I’m sassy. It’s one thing to know he doesn’t like me, but for him to say I’m not up to his standards…well. “Did you pop over here just to be nice?” He exhales and rakes a hand through his hair, calling attention to the lighter strands that have been bleached by the sun. “Honestly, I’m not sure why I came over here.” A conflicted expression crosses his face as he tugs at his collar. My eyes stare at the myriad of curly blond chest hairs that are poking out from the V-neck of the light blue Oxford he’s wearing with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay from the ketchup getting all over you, but everything I’m saying is coming out wrong.” Oh. This is different. And not what I expected. “I’m fine, Baby Llama. No need to worry. You can go. Your girlfriends are waiting for you.” I tilt my head back toward the football table. He doesn’t budge. “Baby Llama?” An amused grin flashes over his face. I shrug. It’s been my private nickname for him since sophomore year when I stumbled upon him coming out of an upstairs bathroom at the Tau house after a shower with only a white towel wrapped around his trim waist. Some jersey chaser was with him. His hairy chest had both shocked my virgin sensibilities and excited me at the same time. The unruly curls just made him seem more naked, as if I’d seen his cock. Much to my dismay, I’d later dream about rolling around on that bed of golden curls. Seriously, who takes a shower with a chick in the middle of a kegger? Ryker Voss, that’s who. Because he can. And girls do whatever he wants. But not this one. I respect the game—even love it—but I don’t fall for football players, especially high and mighty quarterbacks who think they walk on water. My dad was the star player at Waylon twenty years ago, and trust me, I know how they operate. They get what they want and then they walk out, leaving broken hearts everywhere. “Have you ever seen a real llama?” he asks, continuing our conversation. It’s as if he’s actually trying to be nice. “I saw one at a safari park once. Little bugger tried to eat my hand off when I fed him, but he was cute. Maybe you need a poster of one in your room so when you see it, you’ll think about me. I’ll even sign it for you.” And there’s the cocky again. “Buy me one. I’ll throw darts at it.” “Damn, you never stop.” He huffs out a laugh, his eyes lingering on my neck. “Oh, there’s a bit of ketchup here too,” he says, reaching out to glide his finger across the top of my collar, his knuckles barely brushing against my neck. The feather-light touch is brief and not sexual, yet my body hums, tendrils of sparks racing over my skin. I suck in a breath and catch his scent, warm and spicy with hints of leather and sandalwood. He blinks and clears his throat. “Um, I actually have this cleaner stuff that I spray on my practice clothes. It’s a miracle worker. You’re welcome to borrow it. Of course, you’d have to come by the football dorm to pick it up. We could even do laundry together if you wanted?” He says the words softly, as if they’re nothing,and I’m staring at him full on. Do our laundry together? I suspect Ryker Voss is flirting with me, though not well. The pimply-faced checkout boy at Big Star has better lines than this. Yet… Something warm grows inside my stomach and then flutters around, the sputtering of newborn butterflies. He is the hottest guy on campus. Still, I remind myself he’s a player, gather my resolve, and shoot those butterflies down. “You’re being weird, Ryker.” “Because I’m being nice? Yeah. New year, new start. I want to forget all the bad stuff from last semester.” He pauses. “And the article you wrote.” “Is that right? Even the part where I said you dishonored the sport and were a disgrace to college players everywhere?” He stares down at his hands. “I had my reasons for what happened.” So I heard. He got involved in the fighting to help his friend and fellow teammate Maverick save his disabled sister. “Ah, well, I did write a follow-up article, but it wasn’t nearly as popular as the first one.” He shrugs, and somehow, he’s closer now. I stare into his thickly lashed cerulean eyes and blink at the force of them. His irises…God, someone should name a crayon after them. “So…do you want to do laundry together sometime?” This again? My mouth parts. “What? Like a date?” “Yeah.” I blink rapidly, my brain trying to wrap about this new Ryker. “No. I’m sure you already have jersey chasers lined up outside your dorm vying to do your laundry. I’ve heard they actually beg to rub your shoulders and do your homework. I imagine they even fight to be the one to suck your sweet little toes.” I come to an abrupt halt. Suck his toes? SUCK HIS TOES? OMG. Where did that random comment come from? I don’t have a foot fetish. I blame it on his presence and carry on. “And don’t worry about me—I don’t need your laundry advice. A little ketchup never hurt anyone.” Determination crosses his face and with a flurry of movement, he drops a small piece of paper onto the tray I’m holding. I stare down at it. Sexy as Hell Athlete is written in masculine handwriting with a phone number after it. I look back up at him, my eyes tracing the enigmatic half-smile on his face. “I wrote it down for you earlier and wanted to give it to you after the ketchup thing, but I chickened out.” Several seconds go by. “Will you give me yours?” he asks after a few moments of us just standing here. “My what?” “Number.” He grins. I indicate the tray and my obvious impediment. “I don’t have any paper on me.” “Just tell me. I’ll remember.” I’m flustered, and that’s the only reason I rattle off my phone number. He grins and repeats it back to me. He lowers his voice in a conspiratorial way. “So…you’re watching someone, I take it. Anyone I know?” Feeling bemused by his attention, I shake my head, quickly losing control of this situation. “For a writer, you seem to be at a loss for words. Do I make you speechless, Penelope?” I scoff. “No.” “I’m curious as to what has your attention back here.” He slides in next to me behind the plant, his shoulder brushing against mine. He’s a giant next to my slender frame, and all at once, I feel protected and safe, which is entirely wrong. It’s probably his male pheromones, lulling me into softness before the kill—and damn if it isn’t working. He murmurs something about us hiding together and spying on people, but I’m distracted because my face is up close and personal with the chest hair that pokes out of his shirt. I want to trail my fingers through it and see if it’s as soft as it looks. He smells like alpha male and sex. Hard, passionate sex that makes you orgasm fast and furious. Not that I have any firsthand knowledge of that, of course, but I have my fantasies. Gird your loins, Penelope. Resist the quarterback. But I’m getting sucked in. I blame it on the dimple that appears when he smiles. My stomach does that fluttering thing again, and this time, I can’t shoo the butterflies away. I’m weak. I move my eyes up the strong column of his tanned throat to meet his gaze. At least ten seconds go by as we take each other in. What. Is. Happening? “You’re pretty,” he murmurs. “Have I ever told you that?” “We don’t usually talk except for when I take your order.” His hand reaches up and briefly touches a piece of my hair that’s fallen out of my topknot. He rubs it between his fingers. “Your hair…it’s—” “Auburn,” I manage, clearing my throat. “It reminds me of a new penny, the way the amber color catches the light…” His voice trails off, and he bites his bottom lip. “God, that has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever said.” “You have worse lines. Tell me, is doing laundry code for sex?” I say, staring up at him. I’m itching to straighten my glasses, a nervous reflex, but my hands are holding the tray. “I only use lines on jersey chasers. You’re the kind of girl I have to work for.” “What about your discriminating tastes?” “Pure bluff. I think we have a real connection, Penelope.” His face is closer now, and I swallow, wondering how we must look to everyone else in the restaurant. I realize that in the process of talking, we’ve backed up to the wall behind the plant, and I figure the only table we’re visible to is the football one, but I don’t tear my eyes away from Ryker to check. “You smell like rainbows,” he says. My chest rises. I’m enjoying his full-court press. It’s…intoxicating. “What does a rainbow smell like?” “Sweet and delicious.” “It’s the suckers.” His eyes land on my lips, and it almost feels as if he’s touched them. Heat rushes over my skin. “The red ones are my favorite. I think they’re cherry or strawberry or raspberry…definitely not cranberry…that’s disgusting,” I say, rambling, feeling disoriented. “It’s crazy, but I really want to kiss you right now,” he murmurs. My eyes drift over his shoulder to where Connor’s table is. I can’t see his face, but I know he’s there, and even though I’m drugged by Ryker’s proximity, I remind myself he’s the one I should kiss. Not Ryker. Ryker is a player—just like my dad was. He watches the direction of my gaze and follows it. “You’ve been watching Dimples hitz, haven’t you?” he says, a frown line appearing on his forehead. “Are you into him?” My stomach dips. “Why would you say that?” “Because you hightailed it over here when he walked in and you’ve been hiding ever since. So, I figure he either did you wrong or you’re infatuated, and since I haven’t heard any gossip about you and him, I’m guessing you must have a thing for him.” Abort! Abort!He knows too much! Sanity slowly returns to my brain in small increments, and I take a deep breath, orienting myself as questions race through my head. What if he uses my crush against me? Maybe he wants revenge for the article. I don’t know! Flustered and unsure, my eyes dart around the restaurant, looking for an exit so I don’t have to answer his question. My gaze lands on the football table he came from, and I notice Archer watching us with focused interest, a calculating look on his face as he whips his eyes from me to Ryker. He leans over and whispers to Blaze, who turns to peer in our direction. I pause, my brain analyzing and decoding. Why is Archer suddenly interested in what Ryker is doing over here with me—especially when there’s a pretty co-ed sitting right next to him, tracing little circles on his bicep? Yet Archer’s eagle eyes are onus. Watchful. I notice all three players at the table have suddenly given us their attention, anticipation evident on their faces. Alarms go off in my head and things start to click into place. How nice he was to me. How we ‘have a connection’. Yeah, right. Mortification washes over me. How could I not have seen it sooner? God, I am an idiot.I was so distracted… I’m a bet. A stupid freaking bet. I feel like someone just punched me in the gut. My survival instinct tells me to get away from Ryker, and obviously,I could just walk away and hold my head high, but I want to make a point and show those football players they can’t toy with me. I release the tray I’ve been balancing for what seems like days in his direction. The contents of the glasses spill out and crash to the floor, watered-down soda and ice drenching us before dripping down to the floor. The plastic glasses make a horrible clattering noise on the wooden floors, and I imagine most everyone in the restaurant heard it. I don’t look to see their faces. I only glare at Ryker. He jumps back and stares down at the mess on his khaki pants then looks back at me. “Remind me to never bring up Dimpleshitz again.” “Stop your games, Ryker.” His face stills. “What games?” My teeth snap together. Enough.

Rating - 💜💜💜💜💜

 

Gahh! I love college romances! I can not seem to get enough of them. I Bet You was such a fantastic read, I absolutely loved it. When I heard this was going to be coming out I was beside myself with excitement. I really can not wait to see if this wonderful author is going to bring us more from this series.

Penelope is witty, and funny. I just love her. She is so comfortable around Ryker that she lets all her walls down and can just be her fun loving self. I really enjoyed her in this story. I especially love her little historical stories.
Ryker is popular, captain of the football team, every girls dream really. Something shifted in Ryker since the last story and he is no longer interested in what used to make him happy. He is actually quite the sweetheart.

I could not put this book down. Right from that first page I was hooked. I read it pretty quickly and then as soon as I was done I felt so sad it was over. I laughed more than a few times, and felt sad for Penelope as well. I am so happy I finally got to read this book, it is definitely one for my shelf!

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Title: Truth

Series: Sinful #1

Author: Trilina Pucci

Genre: Dark Romance

Release Date: October 30, 2018

Blurb

Drew

It was a tryst.

A sin swallowed down by desire.

That’s what I tell myself.

But my body isn’t the only part that

aches for him now.

I sold my soul.

Now my heart is a slave to the devil.

Dominic King.

He unveiled the taboo,

illuminating my lie

and unexpectedly stole my heart.

But I walked away.

Dominic

Lust is my religion.

She became my sanctuary.

If it’s forgiveness she seeks

the price just doubled.

And she’ll pay it bound at my feet.

I gave her pain for pleasure.

Her truth.

Now I’ll make her beg me for more.

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Rating - 💜💜💜💜💜

 

This book is so deliciously dark and tantalizing. This is the first book in a series about the 7 deadly sins, Truth is about the sin 'Lust'. I just know that every book in the series is going to knock my socks off and I just really loved the way this story went.

King is such a formidable character. He inspires fear within people just by a look. He has a past that has made it this way. He is possessive, passionate and is actually such a sweetheart of a man once you get past his walls. I just love King!!

Drew is so sassy. I really like how she took her life back and didn't let anyone dictate her. She is strong, she is driven and she gets what she wants through hard work. She makes a perfect heroine for our hero King.

King and Drew are made for each other, you could feel it through the writing. Their scenes are scorching, and packed full of excitement. King was so sweet towards Drew that I had a smile on my face during many of the scenes. His words made my heart soar.

I liked the other characters within the book and I can not wait to find out more about them, well I am hoping we will hear more about them. I am rooting for a Luca book! And maybe even a Dante! Truth flowed well and I could not put it down. I was captivated by the writing. I loved every second and didn't want it to end. So here I wait patiently for the next sin. I am so ready!

Excerpt

“What are you willing to give me?” Because I want it all.

“I’m undecided.” I hate the look on his face. It’s fear, he’s afraid I’ll hurt him again.

“So just tell me to stop when I cross a line. I’ll only go as far as you trust me to go. Deal.” He nods his head hesitantly as my hand finds the top button of his shirt, I undo it slowly making my way to each before his shirt is completely undone. I only stop to briefly trace the tattoo on his chest. God, I missed this body. His twelve pack casts a heavy shadow from beneath the shirt and I run my fingers over his rock-hard stomach and up to his chest, leaning in to kiss the tattooed area.

“This okay?” I ask from pressed lips against his chest pulling back to look into his eyes.

“Fucking you isn’t my problem. It’s what to do with you after.” Smacking his drink down on the bar top he puts his hands on my waist, walking me backward away from the bar and then jerks me forward eliciting a surprised yelp as I’m hoisted over his shoulder. “See that’s the problem” bringing his hand down on my ass hard, “The way I see it, this is all you get. I’ll give you my cock but that’s it. That’s the only deal I’ll make with you. Take it or leave it.” It’s a start.

Without a hesitation I whisper, “Take it. But it won’t be enough.” He places me back on my feet and looks me up and down, his expression mirrors my own frustration.

“I hate that fucking outfit. I want you naked. Now.” His words leave little room for debate.

“What? What's wrong with my outfit?” I look at him like he’s lost his mind.  

“It restricts access...” crossing his arms he grins, waiting for me to disrobe.

“I’m not taking off my clothes in the middle of this room.” He has lost his mind.

“We’re alone and last I checked it’s a fucking sex club. Take your goddamn clothes off so I can bury my dick inside that tight wet pussy, Drew.”

I’m fucking dripping the minute he growls at me but I take all the time in the world, slipping off each shoulder giving my tyrant his own private show. The more time I take the more his jaw tenses. God, I love riling this man up.  

“You realize the longer you take the harsher the punishment. I will take out every one of the seconds, on that ass tonight.”  

“Promises, promises.” I challenge back. He grabs his cock adjusting the bulge, groaning with the motion.

“You have ten seconds to get it off then I’m ripping it off myself.” His demeanor couldn’t be more serious. He will tear this very expensive, amazing outfit off my body without so much as a second thought.

“Ten.” I start on one of my heels unhitching the ankle strap.

“Nine.” finishing, I move to the other.

“Eight.” The strap around my ankle gets stuck as I start to panic. I’m never going to make it. Fuck! I'm so hot, I don't know which outcome I want more. His punishment or my victory.

“Seven.” Fuck it, I rip it off my foot and pull down my right shoulder strap starting to shimmy.

“Six.” I start looking around the room, “Five.” I scope out where I could go to buy some more time. “Four.” I love this outfit.

“Three.” Son-of-a-bitch.

“Two.” Struggling with the zipper it finally comes loose and I push my jumpsuit down to my ankles.  

“One.”

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By Fiona Cole

Release Date: October 25, 2018

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I loved him first.

Jake was my best friend in college-my very straight best friend, until one night he was more. He may have run after what happened between us, but I never forgot him. When fate puts us in the same place, five years later, he has a fiance by his side. Carina is beautiful, driven, and draws my attention almost as much as he still does. A game of truth or dare leads to a wild night and a relationship that has our feelings growing into something bigger than any of us intended. But what happens when our feelings deepen? Can I handle being with two people? If it means I can have him, I’ll love them both.

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Holy heck! You know, I didn’t even read the blurb on this one. I had read that it was a MMF type romance and I just knew I wanted to dive into it. I had never read a book written by this author before but I am delighted to say she has found a fan for life!

I was expecting one thing about this story, hot MMF scenes, and that is what I got. It. Was. Hot! I did not however, expect the twist that I got. But oh my goodness this book just hit my top favourite reads EVER.
I loved the swirls of emotions from all the characters, it all felt so real. Real reactions, real connections, real angst. I just loved it ALL.

I want to say so much about this story but I do not want to give anything away so I will just stick to vague reviewing! I loved the characters, they made me feel so much. I was hurt for Jackson a couple of times but those times were redeemed and I understood why they happened. I can not wait to read more from this author, and I am so excited that I have many books of hers to go back and read. This book is worth 100 stars out of 5 for me.

   

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