Thursday, October 19, 2017

Review & Blitz: The Manny by Piper Rayne


Title: The Manny
Author: Piper Rayne
Genre/Age: Contemporary Romance/Adult
Series: Dirty Truths (Book One)
Publisher: Self-published
Format: ebook via Enticing Journey
Rating: ✺✺✺✺.5
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SynopsisSecrets and lies are a killer way to start any partnership—especially a horizontal one.

Now, I’m a glass half full kinda of guy, so, after the ‘you’re fired’ speech was directed at me, I figure now’s the time to be the screenwriter I came to sunny California to be. Unfortunately, there are about as many people trying to sell a script in L.A. as there are vegans in the pacific northwest. 

But lucky for me, a few weeks ago my agent found an investor for my script. Hooray, all my problems are solved! NOT. 

Because the investor will only agree to fund my film if I use one specific actress. And that one specific actress? Well of course, it just has to be the same actress I screwed over only months before. But she doesn’t need to know about that one tiny detail, does she? All that matters is getting her to agree to do the film and I’ll do whatever it takes. We can leave the past, in the past, right?

I thought my charm would win her over. Never would I have been prepared for the terms she laid out on the table. 

She needed a nanny.
I needed a lead actress.
Somehow I became The Manny.




Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?

We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it.

What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.

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Dirty secrets, dirty diapers, and dirty...cookies?


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When Vance finds an investor to turn his script into a movie, he's surprised to learn that there is a firm stipulation: he must cast the lead role to a specific actress. But he's worried she won't agree once she learns he was responsible for taking another role away from her. The only silver lining is that she doesn't know it was him...for now.

Layla is stuck in a bind when her nanny quits. Another one. And now the childcare agency says that they have no one else to send. What is a working mother to do? Whatever it takes. So when a man comes around with a script and a determination to make her the lead actress, she does some bartering of her own. If he wants her to act in his movie, then he has to be her manny.

Changing diapers and chasing after preschoolers isn't exactly what Vance had in mind when he met the gorgeous actress. He'd rather be chasing her. Around the bed. While naked. Yet, as he starts to get to know the rascal son and sweet baby girl, he realizes it isn't just the woman he's falling for. It's the whole domestic package. But can their new bond survive once she learns the truth about him?

When I first started reading this book, I was wondering how Vance would end up playing the manny role. I was skeptical for a bit, hoping it wouldn't feel forced. Then when our man meets the son, I immediately understood where it was going. The boy was missing an adult male role model and Vance fit the role. It was rather adorable really and their interactions made me smile several times.

Layla was a surprisingly steady character with a lot on her shoulders. Somehow, she managed to win me over from the first scene. Her dedication to her children was heartwarming and something I wasn't expecting out of an actress in Hollywood. I empathized with her situation and wanted her and Vance to work from the start.

As with every book I've read by these authors, there wasn't a minute of the story where I was bored or considered putting it down. Even in the moments of downtime, the writing kept me glued to the digital pages. I did find Layla's reaction to the secret to be pretty predictable though. I wish more authors would stray away from the argument-leads-to-pathetic-and-miserable-separation theme as it gets overused. But the ending was somewhat unique with Vance's surprise confession.

The romance was certainly of the spicy sort, exactly what I expect when I read one of these books. I've read very few authors who do bedroom scenes as well as this pair do. They're always hot and intense and fabulous. No complaints from me this time either. Vance and Layla were actually on the more reserved side compared to some couples in other series by these authors. And they were still pretty hot.  


In closing... 
I am looking forward to seeing who snags Leo's heart. I'm on the fence about whether I like Jagger or not. He reminds me of Dane and I hope it won't be deja vu when I get to his story. My fingers are crossed. 4.5 suns!


Sales Blitz: Riske and Revenge by Natalie E. Wrye


Title: Riske and Revenge
Author: Natalie E. Wrye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2017


Synopsis

Love is the strongest emotion in the world…next to hate.

I knew hate. Had known it since I was seventeen. For me, it was love turned on its head, a product of hurt and fear—twisted, tied up…and placed on the sculpted shoulders of Ethan Riske.

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Dayton, Tennessee.

Home to the best cow-tipping in the world, the biggest hot dogs, and the lousiest sex.
Or so I'd heard...

They were right about the first two. Ethan Riske proved them wrong about the third and at seventeen, he and I spent a summer under the stars, squeezing our way out of trouble, sweating and panting among the haystacks.

Until he left.

Nine years later, when a huge publishing house tries to buy my small press, I storm into the office of the CEO to find him.

Same cocky grin. Different name.

And suddenly all I can think about is exacting revenge on Ethan Riske for breaking his contract...and my heart.

But there's someone who wants revenge even more than I do. As I begin to fall for the new Ethan, will the sins of the old one come back to haunt us?


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“I hope you taste as good as you smell.”
The sound drifted through the air. A slow, sensuous melody floated with it, and as both made their way through the room, the beat of the song and the quiet statement I just heard rattled the bourbon in my hand, making the ice cubes shake.
Or maybe I was the one shaking.
I couldn’t help it. 
Griff was poking a hole in my ribs with his elbow, and as the lips that had just whispered in my ear withdrew, I could see the look on my “best man’s” face. He was essentially salivating, his tongue practically swinging as he took in the vision of the woman who was speaking in my ear… and laying a seductive path in my open lap.
She stood, her long legs stretching, her bare torso twisting as she rolled the shape of an “S” in the air with her body, swaying seductively to the music. She was toned… that was obvious. A tight package with tits too big to be real, the buxom blonde in front of me was the object of every man’s wet-dream, star of every cock-swinger’s fantasy…
Except mine.
But she was doing her best. Clad in a piece of cloth that barely covered her clearly cleanly-waxed pussy, she ground her pretty ass two inches from my face while every other man in the room fought the urge to put their fingers all over her. My best friend, included. He nudged my side for the ninetieth time.
“Fuck me, man,” he slurred. “If she was doing that to me, I’d be two seconds from putting my finger in her ass.” He smirked widely and wildly.
“Good thing you aren’t me,” I shot back quietly, leaning over to look into his face. “That’d be a felony, you crazy ass.” I finally smiled. “And the last time I checked you didn’t fuck strippers because ‘and I quote…  ‘Who knows how many other items have been in those goddamned holes?'"
I threw Griff’s own words back at him with a silent grin.
“Doesn’t matter,” he declared, staring at the stripper in front of me for the thousandth time. “For her?” He swallowed another mouthful of scotch. “I’d make an exception.”
I glared at the beautiful blonde again. Because Griff was right. The exotic dancer… She might have been one of the best looking I’d ever seen. Maybe the best. She was tall, long-legged. Gorgeous… in the porn star sense, of course, with a wide, luscious mouth made for licking and sucking in only the most erotic of ways.
She licked her lips at me as if she wanted to make good on the promise she’d just whispered, and I had no doubt when she looked at me, her brown doe-like eyes wide, that—if she could, she would devour me until nothing was left. Until she drained every drop.
Unfortunately, for her, I wasn’t interested.
She tried to drag me to my feet, her tiny fingers wrapping around my own, pulling as she walked backwards in the direction of the edge of the room. The overhead maroon lights illuminating the space in our black-curtain closed boudoir made her look as naughty as every word dripping from her blood-red mouth, and Bambi the Bimbo was putting on her best pout to entice me into joining her towards whatever dirty fun lay in the dark room beyond this one.
All of the men—friend and foe—whooped as I slowly dragged myself to my feet, stumbling and fumbling over the discarded decorations that littered the floor. Streamers and “Congratulations” ribbons ran the length of the room, taking up space between the cloth-covered tables, and I staggered past them, barely holding onto my Bourbon as I followed stolidly behind the too-excited dancer who nearly bounced on her platform-covered toes.
With the push of another curtain, we fell into another room, and I let my body flounce on the dark-colored couches beyond it, slumping into the padded cushions. I took a healthy swig of my drink and sank my fingers into the seat beneath, wondering how many stains these comfortable sofas had really seen.
The drunker I got, the more it didn’t matter. Ignorance truly was bliss.
And so was the sensation making its way down my crotch—a gentle rubbing that circled the length of my cock through the fabric of my suit pants. From the tip to the very base. I groaned, closing my eyes as I saw a vision in my mind. A vision too good to be true. 
A vision over ten years old.
Waves of dark hair fell to a waist too tiny to be anything but touched. Shiny and soft, the beautiful brown mane swept across my chest, against my shirt, as two eyes, a crystal-clear blue, peeked from beneath the strands, as round and as large as saucers. In my mind, they met mine, saying things that couldn’t be vocalized, voicing words that need not be said.
They seduced in the most innocent of ways, waylaying me, pulling at a possessiveness in me I didn’t know existed. The blue eyes smiled. The smile beneath them was even better—wicked, as it dipped to my abdomen and pressed there, making me ache, causing my cock to strain against the inconvenient zipper located there.
How many times had I imagined those lips doing exactly that? That tongue licking out beneath those straight white teeth to lap at my skin, the edge of her mouth nipping at the most sensitive parts of me? It was torture—letting her tease me, taking me to the brink and back again as she swept that sheet of auburn locks over my body as she bent to her knees. I sucked in a breath soaked in desire as I waited for her to place her mouth where it mattered most.
And then it stopped. The teasing. She stopped. 
And before I knew it, she was pulling—no, ripping—at my pants. The top button popped, and suddenly my cock was between her hands, her lips. She sank her mouth around it with a sigh, sucking with delight. The sexiest slurp ever made to man escaped from between her teeth, and I nearly lost it, grinding my own teeth as I gripped the back of her head, my eyelids squeezing tight enough to ache.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I muttered. Over and over and over again.
It was fucking amazing. Something so simple—someone so simple, sweet and secretly naughty could bring a stubborn fucker like me—CEO and all—to his Giorgio Armani-covered knees.
I came… with my cock in her mouth and her name on my mind. I leaned back even further, letting my head fall into the cushions.
“Fuck, Kat…” I mumbled, feeling way too fucked up to move, the liquor coursing through my veins as I came down from my high, my fingers reaching out to touch her once more.
But she backed away.
“Kat?” she said, rising to her feet. “Who the fuck is Kat?”
I opened my eyes, staring at the figure fumbling around in front of me. It was the blonde vixen—the stripper. Standing on shaky legs, she wobbled between my legs, locking me with a stare, her eyes hard and unblinking. She placed her hands on her tiny hips.
“Who the hell is Kat?”
As if she was outraged. As if she had any right to question whatever the fuck I was doing anyway. I ignored her with a shrug, stowing my dick back in my pants with a loud zip! I finished my drink and sat it down.
“Ohhhh… I get it,” the blonde blower hissed. “She must be your fiancĂ©. Well… I guarantee you that she’s never made you come like that. That was epic, baby,” she sighed, trying to straddle me. Her pussy was peeking completely out of her barely-there panties this time, and she tried to rub it across me, sliding her pink slit across the front of my pants with a slow grind.
I almost pushed her off. I stood.
“There is no fiance,” I rumbled.
“But I thought…”
“My friends,” I interrupted, “thought it’d be funny to celebrate my new position. They said it was fitting… seeing as how I’m now married to my job. This isn’t a real bachelor party. And that wasn’t a real blow-job…”
She raised an eyebrow. “Certainly felt real to me.”
I pulled out my wallet, taking out a couple hundred dollar bills and putting them in the palm of her hand. I folded her fingers around them, looking into her eyes.
“Can’t be real… Not when you’re thinking about someone else the entire time.”
I turned just as the fair-haired, breathing blow-up doll gaped. I pulled the black curtain aside, exiting, attempting to avoid the curious gaze of every onlooking employee that came to the party to usher me into my new executive role.
My smile was weak, as I tried to shake off what just happened to me in the other room… and who I was imagining it happening with. Somehow, it was the brunette in my head, and not the blonde on my lap, that felt as if she were still on my skin.
I was in so much fucking trouble.


About The Author
Natalie Wrye is a tequila connoisseur, Game of Thrones addict and author best known for writing page-turning Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense.

A fan of the beautifully polarizing anti-hero, she crafts sexy stories about hard-bodied, complex men and the strong-willed women who crave them.
 


Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Promo & Tour: Hunter's Moon by Tess Grant


Title: Hunter's Moon
Author: Tess Grant
Genre/Age: Paranormal/YA
Series: Full Moon Trilogy (Book One)
Publisher: Books We Love Ltd.
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SynopsisKitty Irish has heard all the rumors swirling around Daniel Phinney. Most of them involve a gun, a flask, and a temper. One chance encounter with the WWII veteran over a grisly find in the woods pulls the cover off the dark secrets of their small town, and Kitty is drawn into an unlikely partnership. 

Armed with an antique rifle and a handful of homemade silver bullets, the two form an efficient team. Unfortunately, their game is werewolf hunting, and disaster is only a bite away.


The tang of old pennies hung in the air. Kitty was smart enough to know she hadn’t stumbled on some stash of long-buried loot. No self-respecting pirate would be caught dead in the middle of the Michigan woods.

That coppery smell was blood.

Maddie had the scent too. The golden retriever pressed forward, nose scuffling through the mulch. Her fluffy tail hung inactive. A wiggly rear end might divert too much energy from her nose.

Somewhere high above, a cloud ghosted over the sun, and the forest light grew dark green and cool. Kitty moved forward slowly. It would be just perfect to step into the middle of something completely nasty. Her shoes still looked mostly decent after a winter indoors. A big smear of muck across the toes would really round out her look.

Maddie suddenly growled, stopping dead. One paw hung suspended in the air and her body tensed.

“Maddie? What’s the problem?”

The retriever lowered her head to the ground, slowly pacing a circle. Kitty leaned over the spot that had thrown the dog off. Maybe it was a coyote. Maddie hated them.

A paw had indented the soft ground right where the aging dog had spooked. Kitty nodded—positive it was a coyote—and crouched down next to it to get a better look. Maddie circled around her, chest rumbling. Kitty knew a little about prints. Her dad had been pointing them out to her since she could walk. Deer and rabbit marks were everywhere, but this didn’t belong to one of the gentle guys. It had the four toes and pads of a predator, and it was big. Laying her hand over top of it, she could spread her fingers and barely cover it. Deep claw marks dug into the leaf mold ahead of the pads. Cats sheathed their claws when they walked; this was some sort of huge canine.

If this was a coyote, it was mutant. What sort of a thing made a print like that?

Kitty moved forward into the deep shadows under the trees. Something dead was in there. Flies buzzed and whirled under the trees. Maddie stayed where she was, guarding the print.

The carcass lay half-hidden under some ferns at the base of a broad oak. It was a deer, or what was left of one anyway. Its soft tan hide lay torn; its white stomach stained brown with dried blood. Great gashes ran the length of it, shoulder to haunches. Kitty’s stomach churned. This was about killing to kill; not one bite was missing. Sickened, she turned to leave, halting at the sight of the head. She had assumed it was at the end of the neck tucked away unseen under the bracken. She was wrong.

Completely detached, it lay under the next tree.

Whatever had done this was no dog. 


Five Favorite Movie Scenes
by Tess Grant

The question for the day is what are my five favorite movie scenes? Wow! That’s a tough one. I’ve seen a lot of movies, but I tried to pull out five of my faves. I can’t say these are absolutely my most favorite scenes; they just speak to me. They’re all from relatively recent movies, mostly because these scenes have replaced many of the old ones I used to like. Read on to see what I like…there are definitely some trends that you’ll see in Hunter’s Moon





1) Marvel’s Captain America: Civil War: The final scene is my favorite! Here’s your back story…the Avengers have been broken apart by disagreements. Iron Man has returned back to the Avenger’s compound but Captain America has gone rogue, leaving behind his shield and uniform. Some of the Avengers are locked in a floating prison. The final scene is a voice-over by Captain America reading a letter to Iron Man in which he relates their differences but acknowledges that when push comes to shove, he will always be there. As the voice-over draws to a close, it shows the teammates who are in jail. Sam, Cap’s best friend, paces like a lion, frowning. Then he spins around, a smile breaking across his face. From the shadows we see Steve Rogers approach with a matching smile. He has arrived to break them out. 

Bottom line? When the going gets rough, your friends will always have your back. Sounds like Kitty’s and Phinney’s relationship from Hunter’s Moon to me. 


2) The Bourne Identity and The Bourne Supremacy: Okay, true, these are two movies. But I wanted to point out a fight scene and I can’t choose just one. In Identity, an attacker comes after Jason with a machine gun and a knife. Jason goes after him with a pen. Yes, a pen. 

In Supremacy, some guns come out, but the fight boils down to a knife…and a rolled-up magazine. 

Bottom line: I’m all for super-powers and amazing prowess with a weapon, but sometimes the only thing you have at hand is your wits and whatever is closest. Like a pen or a magazine. 

Or a homemade silver bullet. 





3) The Hunger Games: The scene that always gets me from The Hunger Games is the scene where Rue dies and Katniss surrounds her body with flowers. Then as she walks away, Katniss locates one of the hidden cameras and raises her fingers in the District 11 salute. Unbeknownst to her, back in District 11 all the viewers raise their fingers in an answering salute before breaking out into a riot against the oppressors from the Capitol. 

Bottom line: It just speaks to me. First the salute, then the answer. It’s powerful stuff. 


4) Despicable Me: The Rescue. Vector has kidnapped Gru’s adopted girls and Gru has gone to get them back. Even though Gru is a supervillian, he’s not that physically imposing. So when he back-flips over heat-seeking missiles, punches a great white shark, and tight-ropes a wire thousands of feet above the earth just to save his girls because he loves them, it’s awesome! 

Bottom line: Love can motivate some amazing feats. 





5) Return of the King: Although the whole Lord of the Rings trilogy could probably count as one big favorite scene, Sam carrying Frodo up Mount Doom has got to be the best. Frodo is down and can go no further, exhausted by his long struggle with the ring. Sam, loyal to the end, cannot carry the burden itself, but he can carry Frodo and he does.

Bottom line: Love wins.


After nearly ten years as a forensic anthropologist, Tess Grant semi-retired to a farmette in the backwoods of Michigan. She lives at the edge of the Manistee National Forest with her husband, children, and a number of strange critters, none of whom are werewolves.

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Review & Tour: Zoe's Mates by Izzy Szyn


Title: Zoe's Mates
Author: Izzy Szyn
Genre/Age: Paranormal Romance/Erotica
Series: None
Publisher: Smexy Publishing
Format: ebook via Reviews by Crystal
Rating: ✺✺✺
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SynopsisPreviously released under the title Sexual Healing in the Coming In Hot Boxed Set. 

Zoe's Mates has been edited with some new material. 

Paramedic Zoe Whitaker is set to become engaged to Saratoga Falls Hospital's Chief of Staff Derek Barnes. But when his twin brother Liam returns with his lover Brent Taylor, Zoe begins to think she's with the wrong twin. 


Liam and Brent came back from Ravana for one reason only, to claim Zoe Whitaker. 




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“What are you doing to me?” she asked them. “Making you ours,” Brent brushed the hair from her face. “You’re our mate, we’ve waited too long to take what is ours.

What has always been ours.” Lifting her by the waist, Brent laid her across the padded bench in front of the couch. Kneeling between her thighs, Brent opened her lower lips, before sinking his tongue inside her. “BRENT,” she cried out. Damn, that felt good, she thought, opening her thighs wider, her hands going to Brent’s head, pressing him closer.

Suddenly Zoe was glad that Derek wasn’t willing to do this for her. It seemed right that Brent and Liam were the first ones to give her the experience she’d always craved. “I love this table, it gives us the right angle to do certain things,” Liam said.

Zoe’s head lowered, Liam’s cock near her lips. Mentally licking her lips in anticipation. She just hoped she did it right, “Liam, I’ve never,” she started to admit.

You’ve never sucked cock before?” asked Liam, “Derek is even dumber than I thought. I’ve been waiting for the day that I can see your sexy lips wrapped around my cock. Sliding in and out of your mouth, down your throat.

”“OH FUCK ,” she yelled. Her body stretched, never in a million years did she think it would ever feel this good.



New York Times Bestselling Author Izzy Szyn was born in May of 2014 when a friend dared her to write. Born and raised in Detroit, Mi. Izzy now lives in Oklahoma City with her furchild Misty, the friendliest Chihuahua/Terrier you will ever meet. Currently works in a call center, where she writes in between phone calls.



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Zoe isn't sure she should marry her long-time boyfriend, Derek. He isn't exactly what she wants in a husband and if she's being honest, she's still in love with his twin brother. So when the twin in question comes back into town with his lover and their eyes set on Zoe, she thinks this might be the sign she's been looking for. But Liam and Brent have some secrets up their sleeve that Zoe would never have guessed. And Derek? Well, he won't give Zoe up that easily either...

There were things I liked about this novella and things I didn't. Keep in mind that I have not read the original version of the story which was included in the anthology. My problems were mostly with the way the book was written/edited versus the actual story being told. So while I am critical in some regards, I didn't regret reading the book once I was finished.

I'm always lenient on grammar mistakes and typos with self-published works. On the other hand, when there is an editor listed or the book has a publisher, I am not so forgiving about errors because most of them obviously should have been caught. And unfortunately, this novella was full of them. There are punctuation blunders, wrong words used several times, and missing quotes among other things. 

But the biggest problem was, by far, a name mix-up at the very beginning. It says that Brent and Liam shared a womb, when it is supposed to be Derek and Liam. I checked and this error is also in the Kindle Unlimited version too. Definitely not a good place to mix up the names since we don't want to give anyone the impression that our lovers are brothers. *wide eyes*

Putting aside the errors and typos, I did find one other problem with the book. The main character, Zoe, is a pretty likable woman who seems to have a good idea of what her future with Derek would be like. She isn't one of these gals with the wool pulled over her eyes, so I was a little surprised when she takes the entire paranormal confession a little too easily. I mean, it's a pretty big secret and she was barely fazed. Even in a novella-length book, I wish it had been more realistic in that regard.

The two men who Zoe finds herself falling for are pretty good characters too. I was glad to see that they each had their own voice, which doesn't always happen with multiple male characters. They were a little high-handed with Zoe at the beginning, but some relationships are like that so it didn't bother me all that much.

What really saved the story for me was probably the love scenes. There is a lot of naughty time here and since there are three characters, there is quite a bit of variety in the scenes too. Once they began, I enjoyed them enough to overlook some of the other parts I liked a little less. The scene with Cassidy was a surprise, but I didn't mind it.

In closing... 
I think if this had been a full-length novel with more time for character and relationship development, it would be a more enjoyable story. Either way, it definitely could benefit from another pass with a good editor. Three suns!