New Release: Ride With Me by Ryan Michele & Chelsea Cameron #NewRelease

Title: Ride With Me (A Hellions MC & Ravage MC Duel)

Author: Chelsea Camaron & Ryan Michele

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: February 29, 2016

Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling

Two stories, two couples, two motorcycle clubs. One transport brings them together as they keep the love alive in their relationships. 

Drexel ‘Rex’ Crews, hands down, gives his woman, Caroline ‘Lux’ Milton, whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. Now she wants a wedding. But first, he has a run for Crews Transports to Sumner, Georgia for the Ravage MC before he can give her the rest of his life. 

Every run for the Hellions MC is full of danger and chaos, and this one is no different. Rex just needs to get it done and get home to give his ol’ lady his last name. 

Donavon ‘Cruz’ surprised his ol’ lady, Harlow ‘Princess’ Gavelson, with a hell of a rock on Valentine’s day, knowing he and Cooper are hers for life. While excited, neither is pressing to set a date for the big day. They love life and live it to its fullest, always knowing it’s going to throw them curveballs at every turn. 

Cruz and the Ravage MC have a huge run that requires a little assistance from the Hellions MC to split the load and get it to its location on time. While the guys are gone, Princess learns some unexpected news that will change everything. 

What happens while these key players in their clubs are away? Are they prepared for what they come home to? Two clubs, two couples, one transport, and very little is the same by the end of the ride. 

*Intended for 18+ due to mature content*

“double the pleasure, double the fun treat for MC romance readers” – Goodreads Reviewer

“Alpha bikers, Crews and Cruz………. I sure hope these two pair up again in the future!!” – Goodreads Reviewer

USA Today Bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.

Ryan Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head. In doing so, Safe was born. When she’s not reading or writing, she spends time taking care of her two children and her husband, enjoying the outdoors and laying in the sun.



New Release: Teach Me by Lola Darling #NewRelease

Title: Teach Me

Author: Lola Darling

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 Release Date: July 29, 2015

Praise for Teach Me

“Jack Kingston is one heart-melting, panty-dropping, delightfully delicious professor. I’d let him Teach Me anything he wants.”

~ Laurelin Paige, New York Times Bestselling Author of The Fixed Trilogy

“Professor Jack Kingston smolders. With off the charts chemistry and deliciously hot sex, Teach Me earns an A+ in taboo, student/teacher romance.”

~ Sierra Simone, USA Today Bestselling Author of Priest


“Looks like you dressed for the occasion.”

“You said I should come prepared, professor.” She wriggles beneath me.

I bring my hand down on her bare ass, just sharp enough to make her feel it, not enough to leave a mark. She inhales sharply, her hips bucking.

“And have you, Ms. Reed? Or will I need to reprimand you more thoroughly?”

When Harper Reed came to Oxford, her dream was to study modern poetry with the infamous Professor Jack Kingston, NOT to sleep with him. But his lectures are intoxicating, his knowledge captivating, and his accent drops panties faster than Charlie Hunnam on a Saturday night.

Harper has never made good decisions when it comes to sex and Jack has never been able to commit, yet there’s something between them that neither of them has felt before. But students and teachers are not supposed to fraternize, even as this out of control connection puts both of their futures on the line.

When their forbidden love is tested, can they make the grade?

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Author Bio

Lola Darling is a romantic with a naughty side. Texas born and raised, she has met a few Mr. Wrongs and is having fun looking for her Mr. Right.

She can be found at her laptop, daydreaming of dirty talking men in well-fitted suits or in the bath enjoying a glass of wine.

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New Release: The Bellator Saga: The First Trilogy Box Set (Books 1-3) by Cecilia London #NewRelease


Two souls intertwined. One epic love story.

Get swept away in the passionate romance between political opposites Caroline Gerard and Jack McIntyre in the first half of The Bellator Saga.

This set contains the first three books in the series, Dissident, Conscience, and Sojourn.


“If you only read one series in 2016, make it The Bellator Saga by Cecilia London!” – Irene, The Literary Gossip 

“I can’t recommend this series enough. It’s one for any contemporary romance reader, any Hunger Games lover, any dystopian lover, any fans of erotica. I IMPLORE you to read this series. You don’t want to miss it.” – TeriLyn Reviews 

“…One of the most unforgettable reads of my life. This riveting and compelling story gripped me. Stole my heart. And I don’t think I will ever get it back.” – Bianca, Biblio Belles 

“This series is unique, poignant, and unforgettable. Readers will be irreversibly captivated by London’s writing and intensely invested in the exquisite creativity that her mind has to offer.” – Vivian, Beauté De Livres

“An unforgettable saga unlike anything I’ve ever read before…I can’t recommend this series enough!” -Suzanne, Tied Up In Romance

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Rising Democratic star Caroline Gerard is reluctant to fall in love again after losing her husband. Can Republican playboy Jack McIntyre break through her grief and capture her heart? Told mostly in flashback and set against a chilling fascist backdrop, Dissident is a rollercoaster ride of political intrigue, passionate romance, and undying love.


Caroline faces the biggest challenge of her life when confronted with the cruelty and sadism of her captors at The Fed. Hope fades quickly, even as she holds onto her one last bit of sanity and her unshakable belief that her husband will rescue her. But is that faith just a mirage?


Reeling from her experiences at The Fed, Caroline tries to forge ahead and create a new identity. But that’s hard to do with the ghosts of the past constantly whispering in her ear. She is determined to find the rebellion and move on with her life, but what will she find when she arrives there?



When they reached the ballroom he locked the door behind him. Jack walked over to one of the decorative side tables and produced a box wrapped with red paper. 

“Merry Christmas,” he said, handing it to her.

“Why didn’t you give this to me earlier?”

“I needed us to be in private when I gave it to you. Open it.”

It had to be jewelry. “I told you not to get me anything outlandish.”

“I don’t have to listen to you. Even if we are married.”

Caroline ripped the paper away. She opened the box and was greeted with an exquisite emerald necklace. Fringe design, with each individual green stone framed by tiny sparkling diamonds. The necklace was dripping with jewels from end to end. It looked like a prop from an eighties soap opera except it was stunningly, gorgeously real. She wouldn’t even want to speculate about the cost. “Jack-”

“Do you like it?” he asked.

She was convinced he only gave her presents just to gauge her reaction. To see how long she’d gawk at them before starting to gush. Caroline wasn’t refined when it came to her spontaneous responses to him. Did she like the necklace? A rather silly question since it was one of the most amazing things she’d ever seen. 

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

He took the box from her. “I didn’t recall seeing you with anything other than sapphires or diamonds. We’re going to have to do something about that.”

She could only imagine the media attention they’d get if she paraded around wearing a necklace that cost more than what the average household made in a year, several times over. Sometimes her husband forgot that he was running for governor, not auditioning for the cast of Falcon Crest. “It’s too much, Jack. It’s so…elaborate. I can’t wear that in public.” 

He smiled. “Then don’t. Wear it just for me.”

“Just around the house? Like, when I’m watching baseball and stuff?”

He laughed. “‘And stuff’?”

Her language was less polished than usual. “I’ve had a ton to drink today. I can’t always be articulate.”

Jack pulled her to him, leaning toward her ear. “How about you wear the necklace and nothing else, and grant your husband a dance?”

Now she saw where he was going. “A nice Christmas waltz?” Caroline suggested. “Fully clothed, of course. We must always be proper.”

He tugged at her sweater. “Try again.”

His romantic and seductive gestures were sweet, but impractical. “It’s cold in here.”

“I’ll turn the heat up.”

“What about you?”

“We don’t need to worry about me.”

Caroline sighed. “I meant your clothes.”

He unbuttoned her pants. “They’re staying on.”

That seemed unfair. “I’m not sure I like this power differential.”

Jack ran a finger under the waistband of her panties. “I think you do,” he whispered.

She shivered when he pulled her pants and underwear down. “Will there be music? Or are you going to parade my naked self around the ballroom in silence?”

“I picked a special song for the two of us.” He grinned. “And you won’t be naked. You’ll be wearing the necklace.”

She ran her hands down the front of his shirt, imagining how it would feel for her bare chest to rub against it while they danced. “You will undress at some point, right?”

He kissed her again. “Upstairs. Let me do this,” he said softly, stripping off the rest of her clothes, even her bra and panties. He laughed when he reached her socks. “Are those dinosaurs?”

Caroline liked wearing fun socks. She didn’t care if they were juvenile. She’d get away with it for as long as she could. “They’re wearing little Santa hats.”

Though he’d started to yank them down, he hastily pulled them back up to below her knees. “These can stay on. But only because they make you look so damn adorable.”

She tried not to think of what she’d look like wearing nothing but whimsical dinosaur knee socks and an emerald necklace, but the expression on his face indicated that Jack didn’t particularly care. He kissed her deeply before retrieving the necklace. He took his time placing it around her neck, then stepped back to look at her. It took all her effort not to blush. She hadn’t anticipated the night ending this way. 

Jack tipped her chin up. “You look fucking marvelous.”

Her face had to be as red as a cherry. “Even with the socks?”

He brushed a stray hair out of her face. “There are few things sexier than a woman wearing an emerald necklace and dinosaur socks…and nothing else.”


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Cecilia London is the pen name of a native Illinoisan currently living in San Antonio, Texas. She’s filled several roles over the course of her adult life – licensed attorney, wrangler of small children, and obsessed baseball fan, among others. An extroverted introvert with a serious social media addiction, she is the author of The Bellator Saga, an epic, genre-crossing romance series. You can catch all of her quirky updates on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, or at her website.


Fierce Salon Series by Aspen Drake #SeriesTour #FierceSalonSeries #AspenDrake

Series: Fierce Salon Series

Titles: Fierce Salon: Wash (Episodes 1-5: Season 1), Fierce Salon: Rinse (Episodes 6-10: Season 2), Fierce Salon: Repeat (Episodes 11-15: Season 3) 

Author: Aspen Drake

Genre: M/F Contemporary Romance 

Fierce Salon: Wash

(Episodes 1-5: Season 1)

When Nate Edwards left his drug addicted ex and his modeling career, he followed his other passion and opened up Fierce Salon. He’s a player in every sense of the word but never steps over the line of professionalism when it comes to his staff. They are the only women off limits to him. 

Amy loses her job and her boyfriend on the same morning when her salon shuts down unexpectedly and she catches her boyfriend cyber cheating. When she runs into an old friend working at an upscale salon, Amy’s desperate situation begins to look up. 

It takes some convincing, but she lands her dream job and gets to spend her days looking at the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. If only he was willing to break his golden rule and see her as more than just an employee.

Fierce Salon: Rinse

(Episodes 6-10: Season 2)

Nate and Amy stop trying to deny their attraction to each other. Once they give in to their desires, everything is wonderful…until Nate’s ex shows up with a three-year-old in tow. 

Carly meets not one man but two and has to make a decision she never thought she’d be faced with. Choosing one hot man over another. Although, if the hints she’s getting are sincere, she may not have to choose at all. 

Andre and Frankie are getting to know each other but agree to take it slow when Andre admits just how inexperienced with men he really is. 

Olivia continues to struggle with cutting out nicotine, but her new vice proves to be much more hazardous to her health. After driving away the one man she thought she could spend the rest of her life with, she falls prey to a dangerous stranger. 

**Content Warning: There is a rape scene at the end of episode ten.**

Fierce Salon: Repeat

(Episodes 11-15: Season 3) 

Follow the dramatic conclusion as more secrets are revealed. Hearts will be broken and relationships will change forever as the stylists at Fierce Salon discover what they really need in order to find love, acceptance, and most importantly, happiness.

He nods and stands by the chair, waiting for me to lead him to the shampoo room. So, this is a role playing exercise. Fan-fucking-tastic.

I feel his body just a breath behind me as I reach the first shampoo chair. “Please have a seat.”

I reach for a towel and roll it up behind his neck. “Just recline back and tell me if this is uncomfortable.”

As soon as he’s on his back, his eyes are locked on my face, watching my every expression. I plaster the fake smile on it and turn on the faucet. “Is this is too hot?”

“It’s good.” He’s barely spoken to me and yet those two words cause the hair on my arms to stand on end. I’ve got goose bumps covering my skin as I pull the hot spray to his head.

“Does this feel okay, Nate?” His eyes close for a moment but he dips his chin in a nod.

Not sure if he’s in pain or not, I turn the spray to the inside of my arm to make sure it’s okay. It feels good so I wet his hair for a few more seconds before turning off the water and reaching for the shampoo.

I’m just realizing that Frankie is left handed so he stands on the left side of his clients and has arranged everything to the left of the chair. Of course, I’m on the right side and can’t quite reach the shampoo bottle.

I lean over as far as I can to hit the shampoo spout. When I feel warmth on my tit, I realize my entire chest is against Nate’s face and he’s breathing directly into my boobs.

In my attempt to straighten up, I hit the water handle and the sprayer angles up toward my face. I’m stunned for a moment as I get pelted by hot water then quickly grab for the hose that has already misted the whole room. “Oh my god.” I panic and turn off the water. “I’m so sorry, Nate.” I’m grabbing for towels and trying to pat his face when I hear laughing behind me.

“Damn, girl.” Frankie drops a towel on the floor and starts to mop up my mess. “Did you get your license from clown school?”

My face is burning and I can’t even look Nate or Frankie in the eye. I’ve never made such a mess at work before and I don’t even know where to begin to make it right. “I don’t… I’m so…” I can feel my eyes burning so I just turn toward the door. “I’ll go.”

“Wait.” Nate’s hand grips my wrist to stop me. “You’re not going anywhere until I see if you can cut.”

Shocked, I turn toward him. He’s got a small smile that is so much sexier than the pissed off look he’s been giving me since I arrived. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” He places his hand in the center of my back and walks me to my chair. “I need a stylist and you need a job so let’s make this work.”

I nod but can’t speak over the lump in my throat. God, I hope I don’t fuck up again. He’s too beautiful to have a jacked up haircut because I’m clumsy.

Some of the staff refer to me as Type-A but I’m just regimented. I like routine and the salon runs better when everyone can stick to the plan. Of course, there are always wrenches thrown into my plans but as the owner, I’ve come to expect it.

“Nate, can you come here when you get a second?”

There’s a panicked expression on Lindsey’s face but her voice doesn’t betray her expression.

I take a moment to brush through the long layers I’m cutting into my client’s hair before I give her shoulders a light squeeze and excuse myself. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

She nods briefly without looking up from her kindle. She couldn’t care less that her cut is being interrupted.

“How’s everything going, Linds?” I give a smile to her client as I twist the chair toward the back of the salon so she’s not facing a mirror. I don’t know what’s wrong but I’m sure it’s bad.

“I just want to get your opinion on this perm?” Lindsey unwraps a wide roller from the middle of her client’s head and the platinum blonde strands are disintegrating.

I can hear my pulse beating loudly in my ears as we unwrap another roller. “What formula did you use?”

Lindsey rattles off her exact chemical ratios as I unwrap the rest of the rollers. Based on the sections that aren’t fully destroyed, at least five inches off the bottom will have to be cut.

“Ma’am.” I turn the woman back toward the mirror so I can meet her eye. “Have you been putting any chemicals in your hair?”

“No, I told her this is natural.” She’s very proud of her light hair but her roots don’t lie. “I just got back from Cancun and the sun lightened it better than any color I’ve ever paid for.”

I nod and take a closer look at the fried ends. “Have you ever used Sun-in?”

She stills for a minute then shrugs. “Well, sure. Even mother nature needs a little help. But it’s all natural.”

“Actually,” I hold up the tattered remains of a lock of her hair, “it’s not. It’s very definitely a chemical and it reacted to the perm solution.”

Her big brown eyes are clueless until my meaning sinks in. “What happened?”

I take a deep breath and place my hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry but the ends of your hair have basically dissolved. We’ll have to cut all the damaged hair down to about here.” I indicate the new length by resting my finger just under her ear.

Her eyes well up and tears begin to roll down her face. “But, I just wanted some waves.”

“I know, sweetheart, but Sun-in is a chemical. Did Lindsey ask if you had any chemicals in your hair?”

She nods but doesn’t make eye contact.

“You’re gonna look beautiful with a bob.” She’s a pretty girl with a deep tan. “It’s a much more playful look for you.”

I gently tap under her chin to get her to look up at me. “I promise.”

“Okay.” She puts the tip of her thumb in her mouth and begins chewing on the nub of her nail.

“Lindsey will take great care of you.” I pat her arm once then head back to my client.

Greg’s mouth lands on mine before I can respond. His warm breath sucks in mine as his tongue glides across my lower lip before tracing my teeth. He steps even closer to me and lifts me by my ass cheeks so I’m sitting on his hood. When my leg brushes against his hard length, we both groan.

“Your place?” Greg pants as his hand squeezes my hip.

“Your car?” I respond. I can’t wait to get him all the way home.

He laughs against my neck. “You’re killing me.”

I let my hand slide under his shirt, pulling up the fabric from beneath his belt. My fingers trail along his waistband before they dip just under it. “Ditto.”

Greg takes a deep breath then steps back. “Not in the car. Your place?”

I have to hold back a whimper. “Fine.”

I reluctantly climb into the car and let Greg drive me back to my place. The distance between us settles my urgent need to a dull thud. By the time Greg stops the car, I’m reconsidering whether this is a good idea.

We walk quietly inside and I grab two bottles of water and flop onto the couch next to Greg. “So…”

Greg wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me onto his lap. “So.”

His sweet smile makes me give him one in return. “I had fun tonight.”

“Yeah,” he tugs on a loose strand of my hair, “I could tell by the way you opened up a can of whoop ass on that drunk chick.”

“She was out of hand.” I laugh and lean into his palm as he cups my cheek. “Besides, you were too tired to dance so I had to do something to keep myself entertained.”

“So I was boring you?” he says with a playful nod. “I see.”

“Well, bored is a strong word but I like to keep moving.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Greg’s palm creeps around the back of my neck and he pulls me toward him. With just a breath of space between us, I close my eyes and breach the gap, picking up where we left off in the parking lot.

I don’t stop to breathe as our lips finally meet. Greg isn’t wasting any more time as his tongue darts into my mouth. His teeth pull back over my lower lip while his hands slide under my dress, all the way up my thighs. Straddling his hips, I can’t help but grind over his solid erection as it’s pressed into my core.

His fancy suit and my lacy thong are the only barriers between us. His strong hands rub over my hips as I bounce on his rod. It’s been just long enough since I’ve been with a man that if I keep this rhythm, I’ll be coming on his pants within minutes.

Greg’s palms cup my ass and he lifts me up just an inch. But it’s the angriest inch I’ve ever experienced as I lose contact with his thick cock. I hear a whimper and moan before I realize how pathetic I sound. I want to control myself but I can’t. I am pathetic and I need him. Now.

Pulling away from his mouth, I reach for his belt buckle and furiously pull it loose. Seconds tick by as I struggle with the zipper that I can’t pull all the way down from this angle.

When I look back up at Greg with a frustrated cry, he smiles and kisses my chin. “Okay, okay.” He stands with me still in his arms. “Where’s your room?”

I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my face into his neck. “Second door on the right.”

As soon as we’re in my room, Greg drops me unceremoniously on the bed while he takes off the rest of his clothes. I can’t take my eyes off his hands as they reveal the bare skin I’ve been fantasizing about for months.

Since the first time he was in my chair, I couldn’t help but imagine what he’d look like naked and now I was getting the 3D image in my own bedroom. Holy fuck, he’s hot. With compact muscles and a light dusting of dark hair from his chest down to his…very happy place. I can’t look away from the beast that is staring at me. Standing at full attention and weeping with joy. It’s not the only one.

I look up to Greg’s face and realize he’s been watching me gawk. The half-smile he gives me is the only thing sexier than his naked body. “Ready to really have some fun?”

I nod and yank my dress over my head so I’m sprawled out in only a lacy thong and demi bra. “Fuck yeah, I am.”

Greg tosses a condom on the bed beside me but doesn’t break eye contact as he slowly climbs over me. Without touching any other part of my body, he holds himself above me and gives me a feather-light kiss. I almost don’t feel his lips against mine before they are gone, trailing down my neck. When he reaches my right breast, I arch into his mouth so he has no choice but to take my nipple in. He knows what I need as he nips lightly at the same time as I feel his cock brush my center.

“Fuck, Greg.” My hips buck up, searching for his shaft. “I need you.”

He teases me by dropping down and grinding against me. “More,” I beg. So much more.

His mouth quickly finds mine as he leans onto one elbow. I hear the rustling of a wrapper but don’t care. I just need to feel him. In me. Immediately.

Before I have to beg even more, I feel him at my entrance. I’m so wet that all it takes is one quick thrust and he’s buried in me.

Surprised by my gesture, Greg sucks in a breath and stills. “Wait, Liv,” he whispers. “You feel too good.”

I count to ten in my head before I even take another breath. It does feel good. So fucking good that he’s not the only one that needs a minute to settle down.

Realizing my eyes are clenched tight, I open them and try to relax as I exhale. Greg is staring down at me with a piercing stare. Once he locks my gaze, he begins to slowly thrust into me. When he’s fully inside, I feel fuller than I ever have before. Swaying my hips, I smile at his look of ecstasy.

“You trying to humiliate me?” he says through gritted teeth.

I lift my ass off the bed and pound against him. “I’m trying to drain you.”

He takes the hint and starts fucking me hard. I love the way his body feels as it comes together and apart with mine. His pace picks up and so does my breathing. It’s been too long. When his mouth drops to my left breast and I feel the sting of his teeth, I come undone in his arms. “Yes, Greg. Like that.”

I feel convulsions rock me harder as he continues to suck and tease my nipple while spreading my legs even wider. His balls slapping against my ass with each thrust only brings me to a second orgasm before he gives a final pounding and holds against me, filling me with his warmth.

For a fraction of a second, I wish he wasn’t wearing a condom because I’d love to feel the slimy evidence of our night when I wake up in the morning. But that thought is fleeting as he drops to the side of me and pulls me into his chest. “Wow.”

I smile as I rest my ear above his heart, letting the fast beat calm my own. “Yeah.”

Born and raised in the Silicon Valley, Aspen Drake has never ventured far from home. She loves to read, so much so that her husband has often lamented that he wishes he was a sentence so he could get more of her attention. She’s working on seeking a more balanced life…but until then, you can find her curled around her ipad or laptop for many hours per day. When she isn’t writing the stories that come to her while sitting in traffic, she’s hawking wares as a marketing manager for a tech company. Reach out to her at “Follow” Aspen to get new release announcements.



New Release: 5 Stars for Beyond The Music by Ann Lister #M/M #Romance



Lincoln Stallworth, bass player for Black Ice, has quietly watched each of his band mates fall in love and has accepted the fact he’ll probably never find the same for himself. He doesn’t really believe in true love, couldn’t fully understand the absurdity of it, or the notion there could be just one perfect person for everyone. A debilitating health issue began to shadow Lincoln in the middle of their last tour. As his physical symptoms worsen, Lincoln has to fight the urge to hide from the world and himself inside his estate.

Aaron Baylor enters Lincoln’s life at his lowest point. Lincoln feels broken, damaged beyond repair, and he’s ready to give-up. Aaron’s patience and unwavering support slowly begin to pull Lincoln back to being present in his own life and gives him hope for a future and for love. Will Aaron be the glue that holds the broken pieces of Lincoln’s life together? Can Lincoln fight his way back to good health and take a chance at love? Or will the task be too great for Lincoln to handle?

Beyond The Music is Book 7 in The Rock Gods series. This is the final story in the series, but also the launch of a new M/M spin-off series, Guarding the Gods, which will have many cameo appearances from The Rock Gods characters in each story. If you enjoyed The Rock Gods, I hope you’ll give Guarding the Gods a try! 



Lincoln reached for the lyric book he kept on the end table beside his bed and began to scribble down the song verses popping off in his brain like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Fuck! This hurt, but Lincoln poured his raw emotion out onto the pages; the thoughts coming faster than he could write them down. The music would have to be written later, but this right now was his heart on his sleeve . . . bleeding.

    ~ Broken ~

Can you fix me?

Put back my pieces?

I feel broken.

Damaged beyond repair.


I’m not the man you need me to be,

and that’s just not fair.

That I’m so broken.

Broken beyond repair.


Wished I’d met you before the stains.

And long before the sickness ate me alive.

Wished there was a way to make me whole; make me feel again.

I’m so damn broken.

Damaged beyond repair.


Can you glue what’s shattered?

Give me back myself?

The man I used to be.

And not the man that’s broken.

Broken beyond repair.




“I’ve never had a partner before, but I like the idea of taking care of you,” Lincoln said softly. “There’s no guarantee I can offer you that, and it really bothers me that can’t.”

“That doesn’t sound especially fair to put all of that responsibility on yourself, Linc,”Aaron said with a gentle touch of his fingers to Lincoln’s face. “Maybe it’s time for you to let someone else take care of you – I want to be that someone, Linc. If you’ll let me.”



 5 Stars

This book was such a good addition to this series and I loved it! I have always wanted to know more about Lincoln’s character because there was just something about him that grabbed me…

Well with this book we find out so much more about him and he is now my favorite character in this series. He is so strong with everything he has to go through, which was a lot and the way he cares about Aaron was just so sweet. There was also steam in this book between these two men which was so hot!

Which brings me to the way Ann Lister wrote these characters and this story.. I have to be honest and say, I love the way she wrote this! With every book in this series she has grabbed me from the start and had me feeling everything the characters are going through so you just can not help rooting for them to get their HEA.

You will get some angst with this book along with some on the edge of your seat moments when someone is after the band members. You will also get to see the characters from the previous books in this series, which I loved getting to see where they were now.

I do not want to give away any spoilers so I will leave this with.. I can not recommend this series enough!

I received a ARC of this book from the author for a honest review!


Ann Lister is a native New Englander currently living on the island of Martha’s Vineyard with her husband.  She has pulled details from her years living in the New England area and uses many local settings and landmarks in her novels.

After graduating art school, marrying, and raising two daughters, she established her own video production company.  Her nearly two decades working in video production included work within the music industry and won her a coveted Telly Award.  Her ‘behind-the-scenes’ exposure to the music world and her love of rock music is the inspiration for her erotic rock star romances.

Her rock star romance, “Fall For Me”, Book One in The Rock Gods series, was a Finalist in the 2013 Rainbow Award and Book Three, Make You Mine, established her as an Amazon #1 Bestselling Author.  Each book in The Rock Gods series brings her two favorite elements together: musicians and the love between two men.  These stories focus on what it truly means to love; love unconditionally, love without restrictions or labels, love without fear or judgment – to just simply love.




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Cover Reveal: Waiting on Faith by Nicole Richard #CoverReveal

Title: Waiting on Faith

Series: She’s Beautiful Series #2

Author: Nicole Richard

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 26, 2016

She’s a woman running from her past.

He’s a man with a fractured heart.

Natalie Brentwood is determined to escape a life of betrayal and abuse. Vowing to live the life she knows she deserves, despite the one she’s endured. 

Cy Davis is no stranger to lies and deceit. He’s harbored a ten-year grudge that could quite possibly ruin his chances with a woman who blindly captured his heart.

But when two people are brought together by fate, can they be the light the other needs? Or will a secret and past insecurity be a test of their love and faith. 

A story of love and hate and the depths one will go to bury heartbreak than runs deep.

“Blue,”―he paused to suck my nipple―“I need inside. I can’t take it. I need to be in you, baby.”

“Yes,” I spilled out in desperation.

Laying me right there on the couch, he lavished kisses on my neck, and the tip of his cock tickled my entrance. “Condom,” I managed to pant out through the lust his assault was creating.

I wasn’t ready to go there yet. I was not ready for the possibilities or repercussions of unprotected sex. I was on birth control, but that didn’t matter to me. No matter how careful or cautious a woman was about taking the pill or getting the shot, babies could still happen.

Cy exhaled a hot breath, leaning his forehead to mine. “Got it. I wonder what exactly it is about you that makes me forget my own goddam name.”

“Cy, my pussy is beating, and it’s begging for your cock. Go get the damn condom and fuck me into tomorrow already. Please,” I added as an afterthought. If he didn’t hurry, I would go searching for a vibrator if I had to. Never in my life had I been so sex starved.

He swooped down for a chaste kiss before running off to his room. “Don’t go anywhere,” he threw over his shoulder.

“Why would I go anywhere when you haven’t given me my damn orgasm yet?”

He laughed, shaking his head as he disappeared through his bedroom doorway.

Forty seconds later, he came back into view with a condom in place and string of them hanging from his hand. I couldn’t help but let my giggle escape.

Then he was over me, caging me between his arms and the couch with his cock right where I needed him. I dropped my knees to the sides, spread them as wide as I could and pulled his hips toward me. 

“Aren’t we a greedy girl tonight?” He chuckled. “But shit if I don’t think it is the hottest damn thing.”

Cy slammed into me hard and I screamed out, arching into him and pulling him impossibly closer. He set a gentle pace, which made my toes curl and a light sweat break out over my skin.

Murmurs of pleasure fell from my lips before I could stop them. My hips surged to meet his, silently asking him for harder, deeper. He obliged, and my screams escalated with each thrust. Stars and white lights, again. Damn, this man was good.

Nicole was born and raised and currently resides in Hawaii with her husband and two teenage children.

At an adolescent age she took a strong liking to reading and even had a pipe dream of writing her own book. Life and growing up had put reading on the far end back burner, but her dream recently came true with her debut novel The Beauty of Grace, book one in the She’s Beautiful Series.

A hopeless romantic, she has a love for romance novels which she credits her late mother passing on to her and now an even stronger love to write her own stories.

“This book is really good. It’s hard to believe it’s her debut novel.” ~ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ 1/2 Star Amazon Review

“It was a book you just didn’t want to put down till the end though and that too means a book has all the things you want!!!! Super glad I got this book and will be recommending it.” ~ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️  Star Amazon Review

“I loved this book. It was a beautiful story about love and life and finding yourself…..I can’t wait to read more from this author and look forward to what she has in store for us next.” ~ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️  Star Amazon Review


5 Stars for Wicked Ways (Dark Hearts #1) by Cari Silverwood #M/F #DarkRomance


This book is part of a dark erotic fiction series and may disturb some readers.

What if a man could command you to do anything and you couldn’t make yourself say no?

Some people go through life without encountering evil. Zorie is not one of the lucky ones. As a teenager, she escaped a kidnapper. Now she’s stronger, smarter, and she avoids the wolves.

Until she meets Reuben and her avoidance strategy is chaff in the wind. He’s a collector and a mesmer, with the ability to control certain women at will. Zorie is to be his remote-controlled plaything.
She’s been collected.

Power corrupts.
Absolute power? Absolutely terrifying.

Two men are the key to Zorie freeing herself from Reuben.
Grimm Heller’s reasons are hidden in his past and his soul.
Mister Black’s reasons are simpler. He wants her for his own to make her into a weapon.

No matter which way she turns, is she simply choosing a different evil?

Warning: Graphic violence, graphic sex, capture themes, BDSM themes.

My Review: 5 Stars

This was such a dark and twisted book! I loved it!

Zorie’s character was so strong to have to go through what she did in this book and still fight it until the end like she did. There was really so much that happens in this book that was dark and so wrong that you can not help rooting for her and hoping she gets out of it okay.

This book will take you down a path which some may have a harder time reading the details of what happens to Zorie in this book. The author does go into description of everything that is done to her and what she feels as she is going through it all so I did want to put a warning in my review.

I will be the first to admit that I am a huge dark romance fan so the way Cari Silverwood wrote this book was so different then anything I have read before. To think men being able to do what they did in this book without giving away spoilers was just so odd and different to me. It is honestly creepy what these men do and to think of any man having that kind of power “shudder”.

The ending was so wow!!! I can say I did not see that coming and what is up with Grimm? I honestly can not wait for the next book in this series!

I would recommend this book to all dark romance lovers like myself!

I received a ARC of this book from NetGalley for a honest review!

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Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she’s spent staring into the night.

When others are writing bad men doing bad things you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.

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