Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Wildfire Marketing Solutions Presents a Duel Cover Review for Parallel & Intersect Duet by Elizabeth O'Roark

Book 1 Paralell Duet 
Release Day – June 13

Time is a cruel thief…unless you can steal it back.

As a neurologist, Nick Reilly believes everything can be explained by science. 

But he can't explain her—Quinn Stewart, an irresistible patient who knows things about him she shouldn't. And insists that at some point, she was his wife. 

Something else he can't explain: he remembers her too. 

Quinn wakes each morning remembering new details of the life they shared—and she's desperate for the dreams to stop. Because with each one, she finds herself craving what she had with Nick more than the life—and the fiancΓ©—she already has. 

Nick and Quinn share an attraction neither can deny, but one that might destroy everything.

Just like it did before.


Elizabeth O’Roark lives in Washington, DC with her 3 children. After many years spent writing scintillating brochures about amniocentesis and heart surgery, she is thrilled to have found a job that allows her to just make s*** up.


Give Me Books Promotions Presents a Release Blitz for To Love a Prince (The Royal Elite Prince Duet #2) by Nana Malone

Title: To Love a Prince
Series: The Royal Elite Prince Duet #2
Author: Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 21, 2019

The good news is, I’m out of exile and I have the woman I love by my side. And I still have my crown, tarnished though it may be.

The bad news is…all of that is temporary.

There are those that want me as far away from the crown as possible. I still have a killer on my tail who has a more permanent solution in mind. Oh and there’s the small matter of all the secrets I’m keeping from Ariel.

For her I risked it all, but will she wind up paying the price?

Once she knows my secrets. What will she do to protect me and the crown?

What will I be willing to do to protect her?

The answer is: everything.

My Review


OMG where do I begin with this review.... It was amazing I mean there was so much going on and I could not put the book down because every time I thought the story was slowing down and we were going to get our answers the story would kick up and things would start to happen that had me on the edge of my seat.

Tristan is out of exile and has it all. He has Ariel and he has his crown but there are things that are going on that puts everyone in danger. Tristan has a killer on his trail and he has no idea who it is and why they want to kill him. Plus the kingdom wants him away from the crown because he is tarnished and so they are trying to take his crown from him. Plus he is keeping secrets from Ariel that just might destroy them as a couple.

What is going to happen to Ariel and Tristan? Will Tristan keep his crown? Will the killer come for him?

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USA Today Bestselling Author, NANA MALONE’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since.

With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters. Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana, meantime works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.

The books in her series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble best seller lists as well as the iTunes Breakout Books list and most notably the USA Today Bestseller list.

Until that ninja job comes through, you’ll find Nana working hard on additional books for her series as well as other fun, sassy romances for characters that won’t leave her alone. And if she’s not working or hiding in the closet reading, she’s acting out scenes for her husband, daughter and puppy in sunny San Diego.

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Monday, May 20, 2019

Be My Book Boyfriend Presents a Blog Tour for Kit (Carson Brothers #1) by S R Dyble

Title: Kit 
Author: S R Dyble 
Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, Romantic Comedy.
Series: Carson Brothers #1 

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Stay invisible. Keep people out. Avoid the pain.

That's how Eve decided to live after her family was murdered in front of her.
A year later, her love of photography was the only thing that brought her happiness.

It was going to be impossible to stay invisible when Kit, a cocky Australian classmate in her photography class, decided that his new favourite hobby wasn’t boxing, it was trying to get under her skin.

Kit might have been everything she was trying to avoid, but the more he hung around her, the more he edged past her well-built defences to the one spot she couldn’t afford to let him in: her heart.

No matter how much she tried to protect herself, Kit was hiding secrets of his own, and they had the ability to change Eve’s life drastically.

If there was a thin line between love and hate, what happens when that love is betrayed?

S R Dyble is a writer, Mother and a DIY obsessor. 
She lives a short drive away from her home, the city of Hull in the UK. 
She enjoys using the cities unusual way of speaking in her books and laughing about it with her readers.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

Kaidans Seduction Presents a Pre-Order for Dirty Wolf by Aidy Award

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Max Troika never thought he’d be the alpha of his pack. That was his older brother’s fate. Assassinations have a way of ruining everything. Including who Max can take as a mate. It sure isn’t the cute and curvy librarian inspiring his dirtiest dream every night.


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They giggled and laughed and gossiped until Gal’s cheeks hurt. Man, she needed this. She absolutely needed to make more time to hang out with her friends and rekindle all the good times they’d had together. Who would have thought three girls who’d bonded over the horrors of the aerobics unit in their mandatory high school PE class would be such good friends after six years apart?

“Speaking of old gossip. Look who just walked in.” Heli gave the tiniest of motions with her head behind Gal. “Wait. Don’t just turn around and stare. Be cool about it.”

Cool? Right. Gal picked up her glass, downed the rest so it was empty and turned toward the bar like she was going to get another one. Standing where she expected to see the bartender was the boy, uh- huge, hot, man had he gained a lot of muscle, man she’d had a crush on since about the third grade.

He caught her looking and his eyelids lowered to half-hooded and he grinned. Every butterfly in the northern hemisphere flew straight into her stomach and a good fifty percent of those migrated south. Gal spun around and widened her eyes at Heli. “You could have told me it was Max. Cripes. He isn’t coming over here, is he?”

Heli nodded. “He sure is.”

“Ack. Do I have anything in my teeth? Did I spilled down the front of my shirt. I always do that. Allah, save me.”

The words poured out of Heli’s mouth, hurrying to answer. “You look great. His mouth is probably already watering. Here he comes.”

“Hi, Ladies.” A hand landed on the back of her chair and she could practically feel the heat coming off his extreme hotness. “Can I get you another round?”

“Hi Max. That’s nice of you.” Heli grinned up at Max. Gal didn't have the guts.

“Heli, Zara.” Max gave Zara a bit of a nod and a conspiratorial grin. The Troikas’ parents had never approved of Max’s older brother Niko and Zara seeing each other. Max and Kosta didn't agree with their parents. One time they even pretended to have a broken down car in the next town over to get their mom and dad out of the house so Niko could take Zara to the prom. His rebelliousness was one of those qualities that had drawn Gal to him in the first place.

Back then she couldn’t imagine defying her father. Dating a Troika would probably send him into fits. She was an adult now. She could do what she wanted. Sort of. Man, she really needed to figure out a way to move out of her parents’ house faster than what her librarian’s salary afforded her.

“You drinking chocolate milk there, Galyna?” Max tipped his head at the few dribbles left in the bottom of Gal’s martini glass.

She did love a good flirt. So why was there a funny wiggle in her tummy where her flirter should be? She couldn’t seem to get it kick started. “I’ve graduated to chocolate martinis, thank you very much.”

“Mmm. Sounds delicious. Can I try it?” Max eyeballed the glass in her hand, or maybe he was staring at her chest.

Okay, that grin he was giving her was way too sexy, and he knew it. Definitely her chest. She had dressed sexier than her usual sweater sets. Certainly not because she'd hoped to see him tonight. No, not at all. “Afraid there’s not much left.”

“Just enough.” Max took the glass, his fingers barely brushing against hers and oh, so slowly ran the tip of his tongue over the rim and then dipped into the well, once, twice. The pink of his tongue was visible through the bottom and he swirled it around licking up every last drop.

The inside of that glass wasn’t the only thing that was wet.

If you love flirty, fun, action-adventure paranormal wolf-shifter romance, this book is for you!

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Saturday, May 18, 2019

Enticing Journey Promotions Presents a Release Tour for Rocket (Hell's Handlers #5) by Lilly Atlas

Title: Rocket
Series: Hell’s Handlers MC
Author: Lilly Atlas
Release Date: May 14, 2019
Genre: MC Romance
Cover designer: Leah Suttle


Logan “Rocket” Carrera has a history he prefers to leave buried under prickly layers of standoffish personality. He’s seen and done things that would make most people lie awake at night. A master of compartmentalization, he’s never had trouble moving on until the night he rescues the redheaded Chloe from a sadistic gang.

Kidnapped, beaten, and abused by criminals, Chloe has a difficult time assimilating back into the world after the most traumatic experience of her life. With each passing day, her anxiety builds until she’s forced to find an outlet. Finally, Chloe discovers her own way to make sense of the world and steal a few moments of peace. There’s just one problem: she can’t tell a soul what she’s doing. Who could ever understand the risk she’s taking?

Unable to stay away from the fascinating woman who’s screwing with his head just by breathing, Rocket tails Chloe as often as he can. His curiosity over her actions borders on obsession. Before long, and despite the MC president’s orders to keep his distance, Rocket succumbs to the urge to approach her.

Logan, the handsome man Chloe meets in a bar, gives her exactly what she needs. He’s accepting of her unusual requests in a way she hadn’t thought possible. The fantasy unravels, however, when she discovers who he really is, the outlaw biker who saw her at her very lowest moment. Will Chloe be able to accept Logan as the biker, Rocket, and allow him into her life enough to help her heal? The answer won’t matter if his violent past sucks him away before she has a chance to try.


My Review:


Where do I begin with this review....... The Hell's Handlers are some serious kick arse Bikers that love their women and love them fiercely. This is the fifth book in the series and i have to say that I was hoping and praying that Rocket got his own book because he had a story to tell and I was just dying to see what it was. And LORD HAVE MERCY what a story it is! 

Rocket has a past that haunts him and he has done things that haunt him each and every day but the one thing that keeps haunting him is when he saved a woman from the hands of vicious sex traffickers. He thinks of her everyday and follows her in silence to see what she is up to and if she is okay. Chloe was kidnapped by these vicious sex traffickers and she was hurt I mean hurt real bad and then when she thinks all is lost she is rescued by the Hell's Handlers and rides on the back of Rocket's bike but she does not see him because he keeps his face covered up all except his eyes. With what has happened to her she decides to live her life on the wild side and does some serious things that are detrimental to her but that is the way she copes. 

Then one day she meets a mysterious man and she has drinks with him and wants more. Things happen and she does not realize the guy she is with is Rocket the guy who saved her. When she does find out she is furious and she tells him to go away but Rocket is determined to get Chloe and make her his. This is a must read series and I would start with book one and read them all for an amazing read! 

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What the hell was the infuriating woman doing?

Two months of this bullshit, and Rocket still didn’t understand what the fuck her deal was. He wasn’t a man that appreciated unanswered questions. He tended to dig and dig until he uncovered what he wanted to know. That tenacity was a part of his personality and it had served him well in the past, but sent puzzles like Chloe to obsession level. 

“What’ll it be, man?” the bartender asked. Rocket spared him a quick glance. This lounge had one man and one woman working the highly-trafficked bar. Smart business move. A broad to subtly flaunt her tits and draw in the men, and a dude with the sleeves of his collared shirt rolled high enough to show his tatted and bulging forearms for the ladies. Rocket’s friend’s ol’ lady, Toni, had described the look as badass gentleman or some shit. Guys who dressed all proper and suave, but under the pricy threads were bad to the bone. Apparently, the look worked to get women’s motors revving. At least the women he knew.

According to Toni, when Rocket dressed up—which was usually rarer than a hot pink helmet on one of his bothers, he had much of the same look. Might explain the table of women currently eye-fucking him. With no choice but to blend in with the professional crowd, he’d slipped into some slacks, a tailored shirt, and a tie.

A fucking tie. Noose, more like it.

Enter the table of late-twenties women sending him come-fuck-me vibes. Whatever. While the release would be nice, they weren’t a part of his plans for the evening.

“Jack Daniels.” He held up two fingers, and the bartender nodded before turning to the bottle-loaded shelves.

Rocket’s attention strayed back to the woman who’d set up camp in his mind almost five months ago and had yet to leave.

Chloe Lane.

Five-foot-nine-inches of sex appeal wrapped in a curve-hugging purple dress. And damn, did that woman have curves. Instead of sleeves, the dress had thick straps and a low square neckline showing off her tits in the most appealing way. Every man in the bar got an eyeful of creamy white cleavage, but not too much of it. Classy, while still being erotic as fuck. But it was the color of the dress that had half the men in the room slobbering into their martinis. The deep purple made those green cat-eyes ten times more intoxicating than the overpriced liquor.

Like some kind of witch, she cast a spell over every man within a ten-foot radius, Rocket included. When the hell had he even noticed the color of a woman’s outfit, let alone what it did to her eyes?

The fact that she was currently conversing with a man didn’t seem to matter in the least to the other dogs in the room. Nor did the fact that many of them had dates or at least hook-ups of their own. No, all over the damn lounge, eyes strayed in her direction, fixating on those small but high and perky tits. Or maybe it was the short skirt riding up a pair of toned thighs that did it for them.

The woman was fine as fuck.

And she was out of her goddamned mind.

“Here you go, man,” the bartender said as he placed Rocket’s double of Jack in front of him. “You starting a tab?”

“Nah, just the one, thanks.” He dropped a twenty on the bar top, and waved the bartender away when he lifted a brow in an unspoken, need change?

One drink was all he’d have time for, if that. Chloe wouldn’t stick around long. God knew, after practically stalking her for months, Rocket had her routine down pat. And it was a disturbing fucking ritual.

For the first three months following the assault, Chloe rarely left the house. While concerning, her self-imposed house arrest wasn’t exactly surprising considering what had been done to her. Then, one night, out of the blue, she emerged looking like sex on a stick. She drove to this very bar, had one drink, picked up a polished and manicured gentleman, and drove to a fairly nice motel. The pair had disappeared into a room, and Chloe emerged an hour later almost to the second.

And so began a habit she engaged in every Friday and Saturday night.

Every week.

For the past two months.

The bars changed, the dresses changed, but the pattern never did.

One drink.

One guy.

One room.

One hour.

And Rocket, being the stupid fuck he was, followed her every single time.

He told himself it was to protect her. To make sure Lefty never came sniffing around again. In reality, it was the unsolved mystery of what the hell she was doing that drew him in like a fish on a hook. And the boner he got pretty much any time he laid eyes on her? Yeah, that had nothing to do with his stalker act.

Any one of the men she invited to the hotel room could hurt her in ways he’d describe as unimaginable, but unfortunately Chloe didn’t have to imagine. She knew exactly what the fuck could happen to an unprotected woman.

Which made this entire thing, including Rocket, crazy.

What the hell was she doing in there?

Drugs? Crying on their shoulders? Raging?

Surely, she wasn’t fucking them? Not after what she’d been through.

Drugs seemed the most logical answer. Self-medicating to chase away the demons she hadn’t been allowed to purge through therapy. But why snag a random guy? And she always left the hotel room looking as put together as when she went in. Not a hair out of place. Not a wobble in her step. She even drove home without swerving.

Drugs were seeming less and less likely.

Most nights, Rocket lurked in the shadows to avoid being spotted, but tonight, the overcrowded bar had him sitting much closer. In fact, he was on the barstool next to her, however her attention was fully trained on the man sitting to her opposite side. The suit had come on to her before Rocket made it through the door, and she’d never so much as glanced his way. Some snooze fest in a fucking Armani suit. Actually, most of the men in the bar, including Rocket, were dressed in professional attire. The place was hands down a martini and banker bar.

As were all the establishments Chloe visited. Swanky, post nine-to-five meet-up locations Rocket wouldn’t be caught dead in, if it weren’t for his newfound obsession. A whiskey swilling, music blaring, dive bar was much more his speed. But concessions had to be made if he wanted to continue stalking Miss Chloe. He’d have stuck out like a sore thumb in jeans and a leather cut. Not that he gave a shit. Fitting in with this crowd was dead last on Rocket’s priority list, but remaining incognito was at the top. She’d never seen his face, but a Handlers’ cut carried the risk of freaking her the fuck out.

“Excuse me if I’m overstepping, but that dress makes your eyes look like two sparkling emeralds,” the bro on Chloe’s left crooned.

Rocket couldn’t keep his eyes from rolling skyward. Was that the shit women in these snazzy joints wanted to hear? Sure, the guy’s description might be dead on, but, shit, who spoke like that? In his experience, women preferred a dirty mouth working hard between their legs to a sweet one whispering in their ear. Talk was cheap, but oral? Yeah, that was the shit.

“Thank you,” Chloe responded, her soft voice stroking over Rocket’s dick.

No doubt about it, he was a sick fuck. No matter how many times he jerked off before tailing Chloe, or how many lectures he gave his damn cock, the prick wouldn’t lie limp in her presence. No, it filled to capacity just from the sight of her. Now that he was close enough to smell and hear her? He was in some serious damn discomfort.

A hard cock was probably the last thing Chloe wanted anywhere near her. A mere five months ago she’d been raped. By three vicious men. Rocket gripped the glass in his hand to a near shattering point. His hands ached to squeeze the life out of Lefty. The MC was working hard on finding him, but it’d proven more difficult than they’d anticipated.

“Do you live nearby?” the dude asked in his cultured voice. Cultured, hell, that was just a fancy word for snobby and obnoxious. 

Come on, there was no way she’d choose this guy for whatever would go down in that hotel room.

“No,” she said. “Just in town for business. I head back home tomorrow morning.” Her voice dropped, taking on a husky quality that left no question as to her desire.

The woman wanted to be fucked and she wanted to be fucked now.

Didn’t. Make. Sense.

The sultry way Chloe spoke did nothing to stem the flow of blood to his cock. Through the mirror along the wall behind the bar, he had a clear view of her body language. Yep, the woman was open and ready for business, at least that’s what her heavy-eyed, pouty-lipped look portrayed. She leaned in, giving the guy an even better show of her stellar cleavage, and her crossed legs brushed against his thigh. On any other woman, this would scream do me big guy. But surely not on Chloe. He just couldn’t let himself believe it. What the fuck was her game?

“That’s too bad,” douche bag replied. “I was hoping to take you out, show you a good time.”

Chloe tilted her head, giving the man an assessing gaze. Then, she tossed back the last of her Cosmopolitan. Shit, even the way her throat worked swallowing down the liquid, had Rocket ready to bust a nut.

“You can take me back to my room and fuck me. That’d be a good time.”

Rocket choked on his whiskey.

Guess that answered that.

No longer caring if he blew his cover, he spun and stared at the back of Chloe’s head. The man she’d propositioned had a deep tan, platinum blond hair that must have come from a bottle, and ten perfectly shaped fingernails. They probably topped off ten very soft fingers. Rocket glanced down at his own chipped nails and callused skin.

A man’s hands.

He sure as fuck could do a lot more with them than this motherfucker.

With a bug-eyed stare, the guy gaped at Chloe. He looked as shocked as Rocket felt. For the life of him, he hadn’t really thought she was fucking the men. Why would she do that? Her bruised and broken body knew firsthand the damage the wrong kind of man could inflict.

“Uh, yeah, uh, fuck yeah. We can go to your hotel room.”

Rocket almost laughed. What happened to the Casanova with the smooth lines?

“Great.” Chloe reached out and put a hand on Mr. Smooth’s chest. “One thing before we go.”

“Sure, anything.”

Yeah, Rocket just bet that guy would agree to anything. He was about to get between those very sexy thighs.

“My room, my show,” she said. Gone was the come-hither tone, replaced by an undercurrent of steel. “Before we go you need to agree to fuck my way. It’s non-negotiable. If you can do that, we’ll head out now. If not, I’ll keep looking for the man I need.”

“No, yeah, that’s good. I’m down for anything.”

“Okay then.” Chloe’s voice brightened. “Let’s go.”

Rocket’s gaze fell to that absolutely bitable ass as Chloe led him to the exit. He rolled his shoulders as he processed the new information.

Chloe was fucking the men. And she was fucking them her way. What did that mean? He turned his gaze away from her, telling himself the unease in his gut was concern for her safety, not envy of the man who was about to spend one hour between the sheets with the only woman Rocket had gotten hard for in months.

If his brothers could see him now.

They’d be in hog heaven watching him act like such a fool. Meanwhile their ol’ ladies would probably castrate him for slobbering after a traumatized woman.

Or was she traumatized? Maybe she’d moved past the assault. Maybe this was how she’d lived her life before Rocket met her. Maybe her coping skills were stellar and the trauma she’d endured was all behind her.

He rejected the idea as quick as it came. Just didn’t sit right.

As soon as they were out the door, he would follow. While he waited for them to navigate their way through the throngs of thirsty patrons, Rocket switched his phone back on. Earlier that morning, he’d received a text that had him powering down and getting his hackles up. Three words, that’s all it had taken to have him looking over his shoulder for the past that might coming back to haunt him.

I need you.

Fuck no, he wasn’t needed.

He was out. Done with his former life as a glorified mercenary and had the walking papers to prove it. Didn’t stop his old employer from seeking him out every so often. Not once had he been remotely tempted to return to that way of life. With each rejection, the requests grew a little more hostile. One of these days, his reprieve would run out and they’d send someone to bring him in. For now, he’d continue to avoid them with radio silence. Hence the turned off phone.

“Fuck,” he ground out as the screen came to life. Fifteen missed calls and twice as many texts screaming at him to check in. All from Zach, the club’s enforcer.

Some shit was going down. He’d flaked on church last week while tailing Chloe to the grocery store. Copper would roast his ass on a spit if it became a pattern. But calling in meant leaving Chloe.

Torn between loyalty to his club and the hot gut-punch he experienced knowing Chloe was minutes away from fucking some businessman, Rocket paused. What the fuck was wrong with him? It was getting harder to call the souring in his stomach anything other than jealousy.

He had to put an end to this shit. Chloe was a big girl. She, more than anyone, knew what could happen at the hands of a madman. For his own sanity, he had to step back. He couldn’t continue to watch over her so much. Not when his club needed him.

Without bothering to listen to the voicemails or read the texts, Rocket left the bar, heading straight for his bike. If he pushed it, he’d be back in Townsend and at the clubhouse in thirty minutes. The guys could catch him up in person.

With any luck, they’d finally gotten a bead on Lefty.

That thought had a sinister smile curling his lips.

Just as he was pulling out, he caught sight of Chloe turning onto the road with Mr. Smooth’s car hot on her tail.

Now that his head was screwed on straight, Rocket hit the throttle and shot off toward the clubhouse.

There were just some questions he might never get the answers to and he’d have to learn to live with that.


In the Series (Kindle Unlimited)
Zach (Hell’s Handlers MC)
Maverick (Hell’s Handlers MC)
Jigsaw (Hell’s Handlers MC)
Copper (Hell’s Handlers MC)

Author Bio:
Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.

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Friday, May 17, 2019

Enticing Journey Promotions Presents a Book Tour for Boss By W S Greer

Title: Boss
Author: WS Greer
Release: May 7, 2019
Genre: Mafia Romance Suspense
Cover Designer: Robin Harper
Cover Model: Elton Pinto Mota
Photographer: Alex Wightman/Alex Wightman Photography


I was never supposed to be anything special. Born and raised in Brownsville, Brooklyn, I was supposed to know my place, and grow up to be absolutely nothing. But what they never knew was that I’ve always been special, just not in the way the world defines the word.

I’m special because I’m more ambitious than them. I’m smarter, and much more violent. When you add it all up, you get a man who’s capable of creating something out of nothing… a brand new mafia family right in the heart of New York. They have no idea what I’m willing to do, or how far I’m willing to go to make my family unstoppable.

I don’t care which Italian mob family thinks they run this city. Their rules don’t apply to me. Tell me I can’t take over this borough, I’ll take it. Tell me I can’t overpower the mafia, I’ll crush them. Tell me I can’t touch a mob boss’s daughter, and I’m gonna touch her up-and-down with my hands and tongue, until she screams she belongs to me loud enough for her to father hear, and then the two of us are going to bring the entire structure of things crashing down around our enemies. She’ll be my Bonnie, and I’ll be the baddest Clyde the world has ever seen. 

They say we’re angry for how we’ve been treated. Well, she and I are smart enough to know that if you get angry enough, and you harness your emotions just right, you get two things: passionate love, and a wildfire hot enough to burn down everything that ever held you back. This time, two wrongs will make it right. 

~ International bestselling author WS Greer is at his all-time best in this long-awaited mafia romantic suspense standalone. BOSS is action-packed, scorching hot, and will have you out of breath as you struggle to turn the pages fast enough. ~


My Review:


Where do I begin with this review..... I have no idea because this is the first book I have ever read by W.S. and let me tell you this will not be the last. I mean I read the blurb and said this is one book I want to read and when I started reading I was so entranced with the book that I could not put it down. I read all night until I was done and when I was finished I wanted more and I was like oh hell no I need more. Amari and Gianna are two amazing characters and they both know what they want and when they want it and how they want it.

Amari comes home from prison with one agenda on mind and that is revenge towards all of those who did him wrong. And no matter what he is determined to get his and come up again and build his own empire. Then he meets Gianna and she is a no holds bar woman and she does things to people like no ones business. Amari loves her attitude and the two hoke up for a night but one night turns into so much more and what they have planned for their enemies is EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!

This is a must read mafia romance that it will have you on the edge of your seat reading till the end.

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“An intense ride from start to finish!” ~Anima Giraldez

“A true tale of two people who are fated to be together, who are from completely different worlds. But when they collide it's explosive.” ~Amazon Review

“...if you are looking for an amazing mafia romance, look no further!” ~Amazon Review

“Amari and Gianna’s story is an intense and intriguing roller coaster journey from beginning to end.” ~ Wendy’s Book Blog

Author Bio:
WS Greer is an international bestselling author, and an active duty military member with the United States Air Force. He's been serving his country since 2004 and writing since he was in the fifth grade when he wrote and recorded his very first song. WS is a military brat who bounced around the world as a child, and graduated from Clovis High School in Clovis, New Mexico in 2003. 

WS now lives in Delaware with his wife and 3 kids, and when he's not writing bestselling books, he's writing poems or songs, and reading everything he can get his hands on. He's fascinated with history, science, and politics, has deployed to the Middle East 3 times, and always values an inconvenient truth over a reassuring lie.

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Thursday, May 16, 2019

Be My Book Boyfriend Presents a Blog Tour for Kit (Carsonbrothers #1) by S R Dyble

Title: Kit 
Author: S R Dyble 
Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, Romantic Comedy.
Series: Carson Brothers #1 

After her family was brutally murdered, Eve decided one thing.
Never to let anyone in.
To never love again.
That way, she wouldn't ever feel that hurt again.
For a year she'd done just that.
All that was about to change when Kit Carson, a cocky Australian boxer randomly enrolled onto her photography course at college and pushed his way into her life.
Kit was everything Eve hated about pretty boys.
Only, he wasn't a boy.
He was all man.
Despite her dislike for him, even she couldn't deny her curiosity.
Things were about to change drastically in Eve's life, and secrets were about to spill out.
All at the hands of Kit Carson. 

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My Review:


OMG where do I start with this review...... I effing LOVED this book it is amazing and I couldn't get enough of it. Kit and Eve are amazing together and the Carson Brothers are a riot. They had me cracking up with the banter between the brothers.

Kit is every womens dream come true and he knows it. He is sort of a man whore but when he meets Eve everything changes for him. They go to the same college and share a photography class together and the more time Kit spends with Eve the more he falls for her. But their relationship is so funny because they become friends but they banter back and forth with each other and Eve does not trust him because she knows he a ladies man. But as time goes by she learns to trust him.

Eve is a strong woman because she has lost her family and she is being raised by her grandparents. She is quiet and keeps to herself because of the loss of her family. She has a best friend that she spends time with. But when she meets Kit he changes her life and turns it upside down because she never thought she would ever have feelings for a guy the way she does for Kit even though he annoys her and gets on her nerves.

This is an amazing story that will have you on the edge of your seat wondering what is going to happen between Kit and Eve and there is also some suspense in the book that will have you guessing what is going on. So go on and one click this bad boy and enjoy the ride!

S R Dyble is a writer, Mother and a DIY obsessor. 
She lives a short drive away from her home, the city of Hull in the UK. 
She enjoys using the cities unusual way of speaking in her books and laughing about it with her readers.