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Now Live : Like A Boss By Logan Chance
07:15LIKE A BOSS IS NOW LIVE!! Author: Logan Chance Cover Designer: Jessica Hildreth Release Date: July 14th Buy Now...
LIKE A BOSS
IS NOW LIVE!!
Author: Logan Chance
Cover Designer: Jessica Hildreth
Release Date: July 14th
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Synopsis :
Theo Sullivan is the new boss of The Lopa, a classy tiki bar in the heart of South Beach,
Miami.
Little does he know, a certain bartender doesn’t think he has what it takes to make it.Personalities collide as Penelope Marks goes against the boss and tries her hardest to defy him. Theo is determined to be a success.Penny is determined not to lose.
What happens if these two get more than they bargained for? What if the one person you want more than ever is the one person you hate even more?
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Excerpt :
Let’s be honest, most men aren’t even that damn picky, but tonight I craved above
average. It’s why I picked Nectar—the hottest place to be on a Friday night—but while
sexy, curvaceous asses and pumped up plastic tits painted the room like a surgeon’s
personal advertisement billboard, I wanted something closer to the liquor in my hand. I
wanted a girl fresh out of the damn bottle, warm in my mouth, burning on the way down,
and fucking me up until I couldn’t see straight. I wanted the good shit.
About The Author :
Logan Chance enjoys the simple things in life. Star Wars, music, and pretty girls.
Always in trouble at school, he was made to copy the dictionary while the others played.
This began his word fascination.
With a love of words he then realized he loved stringing those same words together to create stories to inspire all.
From Boston, and relocated to Florida, he lives out his days writing, reading, and
avoiding the beach.
Not afraid to tell it how it is, Logan is definitely a man of his own.
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Excerpt: “Do you always oppose the man in your bed or just me?” My hand lashed up, looping around her throat. “Yo...
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“Do you always oppose the man in your bed or just me?” My hand lashed up, looping around her throat. “You just made me break the no touching rule so soon. Don’t make me break the other rules keeping me in line tonight.”
Her eyes locked onto mine, pooling with panicked uncertainty.
“Ah, that’s intrigued you.” Loosening my fingers, I didn’t threaten to throttle her, merely held softly, trapping her mind in her body rather than flying free. “I have many laws that run my life.” I bared my teeth. “Want to know a few?”
I waited for her to nod, to blink—to do something that could be a signal for yes.
But she was too good.
Or too terrified.
She’d gone iceberg white, her eyes as complex as snowflakes.
“You don’t like your neck being touched?” I removed more of my weight but didn’t withdraw my fingers. “Does he strangle you…is that why you’re looking at me as if I’ve grown horns?”
She didn’t respond in any way, but her pulse gushed like a riptide beneath my thumb. “Don’t focus on where I’m holding you. Focus onwhy I’m holding you.” My thumb caressed the side of her neck, tangling with the escaped hair I’d secured. “Focus on my questions.”
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Pennie$ is Book One in the Dollar Series
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Blurb :
“At 18 I had pennies, but money didn’t make me bold. At 19 I had dollars, but it didn’t dull the pain of being sold. At 20 I had hundreds, but then I met him and was found. At 21 I had thousands, but all I wanted was to be bound.”
“At 23 I had dollars, but life changed and made me rich. At 25 I had hundreds, but it wasn’t enough to stop my killing itch. At 27 I had thousands, but my reputation didn’t set me free. At 29 I had millions, but I met her and could finally see.”
Tasmin was killed on her 18th birthday. She had everything planned out. A psychology degree, a mother who pushed her to greatness, and a future anyone would die for. But then her murderer saved her life, only to sell her into a totally different existence.
Elder went from penniless to stinking rich with one twist of fate. His lifetime of crime and shadows of thievery are behind him but no matter the power he now wields, it’s not enough. He has an agenda to fulfil and he won’t stop until it’s complete.
But then they meet.
A beaten slave and a richly dressed thief. Money is what guided their separate fates. Money is what brought them together. And money is ultimately what destroys them.
She was poor.
He was rich.
Together…they were bankrupt.
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About the Author :
Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.
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Its Live : Stone By Mandi Beck (Review Included)
13:27Come get Wrecked with Stone and Willow in this second chance Rock Star Romance! Stoned is NOW LIVE! Amazon US: ht...
Come get Wrecked with Stone and Willow in this second chance
Rock Star Romance!
Stoned is NOW LIVE!
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Synopsis :
“A rock star with no rhythm is a man with no soul.” – Stone Lockhart
As the lead singer of one of the hottest bands to hit the rock scene, fucks are free,
drugs come easy, and music is life.
For as long as Stone can remember, Willow has been his music – the notes that
weave his soul together.
His rhythm.
Until he threw her away.
All he has left is a handful of pills and a few lines of powder to make him forget
her.
And he tries, over and over.
Clean and ready to make things right, he’s faced with the fact that Willow’s moved
on. She’s not the same girl he cast aside. Willow’s a woman sure about her purpose
in life. Sure about who she’s meant to love.
Stone may be lost without his rhythm, but Willow has found so much more.
Excerpt :
Willow isn't a performer. She’s too honest and pure for that. She plays and
sings with her heart. If she’s mad, she sings angry shit. Happy, she smiles
throughout the whole damn song making you smile too. But I know the moment I
hear the chords of “Over,” this set she’s working on is all me. She can’t see me in
the corner here, but she sings for me nonetheless, and I feel every fucking word.
Every last note as she pours her heart out. This is a Willow that was always
reserved for me. She never wanted to be in the spotlight. We begged her to be in
the band and not just help write the music, but she said no, over and over. But
when it was just her and I, this was the Birdie I got. We would play for each other
for hours, late into the night, sometimes it would lead to us fucking, and other
times it was because we had just finished, our bodies sated, but our souls still full
of passion and adrenaline. A naked Wills wearing nothing but a guitar is the most
beautiful fucking sight in the world and just thinking about it now makes me hard.
“Stone? Babe? Wake up, I can’t sleep.” I can hear her but can’t make my
eyes open to see her. The bed shifts and then dips. Willow straddling my lap has my
eyes opening slowly, blinking the sleep away. I suck in a breath when I can finally
focus. My beautiful Birdie is sitting astride me, completely naked except for her
brand new custom Martin. Her fingers lovingly stroking over the fret board. “I
wrote you a new song,” she whispers excitedly. Peering up at her, I can see the
excitement on her face, the love in her whiskeycolored eyes. As she starts playing I
shift. My bottom lip clamped between my teeth I gently tug the sheet lower down
my legs inconspicuously. She begins singing and I feel a lightness wash over me.
Her words like a balm on my now overly heated skin. Every time she opens her
mouth, beauty pours from it, and I have the urge to fill her. Fill her any way that I
can so that I can touch that music. Be her music the way she’s mine. Entranced, I
watch as Willow falls into her zone, eyes closed, face intense in its peacefulness. As
she hits the bridge, her voice raising an octave, I slip inside her. Pussy wet, always
so wet when she gets like this, I thrust. Her eyes don’t open, but she softens, all of
her relaxing into me. When I begin rocking back and forth, slowly, rhythmically in
sync with the chords she plays, she falters for a beat. Gradually her eyes open,
landing on mine just long enough for me to see all the love from moments ago
turned to lust and a deep, needy want. She’s close. Thank fuck.
Careful to not bump the guitar, I slide my thumb to her clit and play her,
same as she plays her Martin. Silently we make music together as her song
envelopes us, breathier than before. I join in on the chorus, my raspy voice
melding with hers as I fuck her, pushing us both over the edge.
Blissed out and with hands on her thighs, I smile wickedly, “Sing it for me
again, Wills.”
I’m brought from my thoughts when Law elbows me. “Where’d you go,
bro? You okay?” he whispers just as the song finishes and she takes a moment to
sip from her mug. I’d bet money it was tea. She always drank tea to soothe her
throat when she was serious about a session or we had a lot to work out in the
studio.
“Yeah, man. Just thinking about Wills.” Shrugging sheepishly, I glance over
at him before letting my gaze settle back on Willow. “I haven’t had to share her
like this in forever, not even with you guys really. Not like this.” My voice is
pitched low so that it doesn’t travel. “It’s fucking with my head a little. There’s
never been a time that she wasn’t mine and that music wasn’t ours. Ya know?”
Review :
5 Birdie Stars!!
Mandi Becks delivers yet another great angsty read with the bad boy rocker Stone Lockhart and the suave Frenchmen Joaquin Danjou.
Basic Plot of the story is that Stone Lockhart , the famous Rockstar has a serious drug addiction problem causing his lady Willow to walk out of his life leaving him more desperate than ever to clean up his life and be the man he needs to be to get back his Wils AKA better known as Birdie.
Throw in the Frenchie Joaquin and you have angst galore!
Mandi Beck takes you through some serious situations in this novel ,but by time you reach "The End" you ain't even going to regret it one bit because Willow and Stone are worth every single tear or heartbreak you go through.You can feel the passion and realness Mandi put into Stoned!
Mandi's style of writing Damn she gutted me because i did not see certain turn of events happening , completely in awe and shock im glad i kept devouring what this book had to offer me.
These two have a love like no other ,they define the term "Soul Mates" , no matter what life threw at these two they never let it get them down for long ,it may have taken them some time but they got up and fought it well!
Well done on writing such a real , raw ,emotional novel Mandi!
*ARC provided for a Honest Review*
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Its Live : Holding His Forever By Alexa Riley (Review Included)
15:06Synopsis : Derek aka Phoenix is a New York City firefighter and has dedicated his life to saving people. When he loses two of...
Synopsis :
Derek aka Phoenix is a New York City firefighter and has dedicated his life to saving people.
When he loses two of his men in the line of duty, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to see the light
again.
However, when an angel in the form of a woman named Fia appears before him, his world as
he knows it is turned upside down.
Fia has been working hard to make money so she can finish her last semester of school. A fire
in her building sets her back to square one, but the fireman who saves her turns out to be more
than she ever expected.
Once he gets his arms around her, there’s no letting go. Because when you’ve got your forever
in your arms, nothing else matters.
Warning: This is hot and fast instalove that ignites the pages. It’s burning heat that combusts
into an inferno of lava. Okay, that’s all the fire words I could come up with. Now insert a pun
about a big hose. It’s quick, dirty, and ridiculously over the top.
Review :
4 Strawberry & Mango Stars
Now this was an Alexa Riley book that i devoured and enjoyed from the first page!
Holding his forever tells the story of Derek Pheonix (a hot as sin fire fighter) and Fia Clover who seems to be struggling with life but wants to make something out of it
Derek saves Fia when the building she lives in goes up in flames , and as they say the rest it history!
** The first time Derek and Fia meet he saves her and theres instant scorching hot chemistry ,forget about the circumstances for a few seconds these two have a insta love story unique to Alexa Riley.
Derek,what can i say the man's a hot as sin fire fighter who wants Fia and isn't going to stop until he gets Fia.
Fia's honest ,sweet and caring as they come ,she's had a hard life but she doesn't let that get her down.
Sweet ,sexy fast paced and a virgin heroine ,Alexa Riley never fails to bring these gorgeous stories to life ,it has everything we come to love and know about Alexa Riley.**
Excerpt :
Chapter 1 *Fia*
“You finish your shit, Fia?”
Sam’s gravelly voice from years of smoking barks from behind me as I hang up the phone in his
back office. A mixture of annoyance and relief fills me. I really didn’t want to have to cover
Kim’s shift at the women’s shelter tonight and was thankful she was able to make it in. I would
have done it if they needed me; I’d do anything for that place. But I’m dead on my feet as it is.
I’ve been on my feet for the past twelve hours and haven’t slept in over twentyfour, and it
would be my luck that if I went back to the shelter, it would be a busy night.
“Already clocked out.” I turn to look at Sam, whose eyes are trained on my ass. He slowly pulls
them up to my face as a smirk plays at his lips, showing off his yellowtinted teeth, not a care
that he’s openly running his eyes over my body. Sadly, I’ve become used to it. It still creeps me
out, but he’s never tried anything.
Or maybe my luck is about to change, I think, as he shuts the door to his office, trapping me in.
The door is always open. The waitresses here at Moe’s always keep our stuff stored back here,
where we clock in and out for our shifts.
“You think about my offer?” He cocks his head to the side like he’s giving me the world, not a
management position at the diner. I’d stay later after waiting tables and help with paperwork
and orders and get a raise, but I think Sam has a few more strings he wants to add to the
position¾things I want no part of. I’ve turned down the offer twice now, but he keeps telling
me to think on it.
Normally I just mumble a, “no, thanks,” on my way out the door, but now it’s closed and I’m
trapped. Trapped with a man twice my age, maybe even pushing three times my age. It’s hard
to tell with his shaved head. He’s double my size, and I don’t mean in muscle or height. No,
there’s a lot of gut on old Sam.
“I really don’t have the time.” I tell him the same thing I’ve said every time it’s been brought up.
At least, not without giving up my shifts at the shelter, and that’s not something I’m willing to
do, even if the pay is way worse over there. I love that shelter. I owe them so much after what
they did for my mother and me. I’m just thankful they pay me at all, because I would do it for
free. I hope that one day I can do it for free, but at the moment that just isn’t possible if I want
to keep a roof over my head and food on my plate.
“We’ll cut your serving time,” he suggests, taking a step towards me. I try to match his in
retreat but only hit the desk. I don’t want to cut my serving hours only to spend more time with
him in his cramped little office alone. Hell, I’ve been in here for two minutes and I feel like I’m
having a panic attack. I can feel my heartbeat pick up speed. My anxiety grows with each pull of
my breath. I know all too well how men act when they don’t get the responses they want. I’ve
seen it for years with my own father and how he treated my mother.
I just shake my head again, trying to push the words past my lips. “I really¾” My words are cut
short when Tracy throws open the door.
“Who in the hell put the¾” She stops abruptly when she sees us both standing in the tiny
office. Her eyes narrow, going back and forth between us. Tracy has been working at the diner
for years. She trained me a few months back, and many might even think she owns the place by
how she pushes everyone around. And I’m pretty sure she and Sam have a thing. I stay out of
her way. I want my tables and tips and nothing more from this place. It’s a means to an end. A
slow means, but I’m getting there, dollar by dollar, and this place has the best tips I’ve come
across so far, so I put up with it.
“I’m having a meeting.” Sam turns to look at her. Tracy purses her lips at him, clearly not liking
what he’s saying.
“No, it’s fine. I really should be going. I’ll miss the bus,” I lie. I always walk home. I grab my
purse and coat and don’t even bother to put them on. I just hold them close to my body over
my cheap polyester uniform that fits a little too snuggly on me. “Maybe Tracy would like the
manager position,” I throw out.
“What!” Tracy halfscreams, her face scrunching up. I steal the moment to slip past them both
as fast as I can and out the side door of the diner, into the chilled night. The street is empty now
that it’s almost midnight on a Tuesday.
I slip my coat on and make the halfmile walk to my apartment, which sits over an old
laundromat. Locking the door behind me, I waste no time pulling my uniform from my body and
tossing my tips from tonight on the table before jumping into the shower. I have to get the
smell of grease off my hair and body. I let the warm water run over me, relaxing my muscles as I
wash away the day’s work.
When I’m done I grab a shirt and a pair of panties and pull them on. I sit at the small foldout
table in my half kitchen, if you can call it that. It doesn’t even have a full refrigerator, just one of
those tiny ones you find in a hotel, which is probably where it came from. There’s a small sink
and microwave, and that’s about it. My exhaustion outweighs my hunger as I count my tips. A
hundred dollars on a double shift for a Tuesday isn’t too bad. Every dollar counts at this point.
I’m so close to being able to pay for my last semester of college. Twelve more credits and I’m
done, I remind myself. I can do this.
I grab the money and place it carefully, along with yesterday’s money, between the pages of a
book I keep on the table. I still need to go to the bank and deposit it. After that, I walk the few
feet to my bed in the corner of the room and fall face first into the cushioned surface.
“I miss you, Mom,” I whisper into the pillow before sleep takes me.
About The Author :
Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!
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