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Hi everyone! Today, I have a very lovely story to share. I love the 1Night Stand stories so when I saw that the author was looking for reviewers, I jumped at the chance. Check out my review below.
Title: What You Want Series: Desperately Seeking Submissive, #2 Author: Landra Graf Publisher: Decadent Publishing Release Date: March 25, 2016 Pages: 60 Buy Links: Amazon | ARe | Kobo | Smashwords | BN
Blurb:
When her sister gets sick on the night of her 1Night Stand date, Laney Malcolm is asked to fill in and pretend to be her twin. Treating it as a lark, she looks forward to an adventurous event with a free dinner and not much else. She isn’t prepared for the fierce attraction nor the urge to help the Hawaiian, tattooed submissive she’s introduced to.
Kanoa Mahelona has spent the last year trying to find himself, but he’s tired of random hook-ups and women who only want him for his bad-boy image. Madame Eve helped his boss, so he turns to her for assistance. Attractive and damn good at breaking through his barriers, the blonde Domme challenges him in a way he can’t seem to turn down.
Only she’s not who she appears to be, and, once the truth comes out, it may be too late to go back.
Romantic and straightforward. If there was such a thing as softcore BDSM, this would be it.
I love a good twin story. To be honest, I've always wanted a twin because it would be fun to fool people sometimes. This time around, it was necessary. Laney agreed to pretend to be her sister for one night, not knowing how the date would go. Wow, she was definitely in for something exciting.
I'm usually not into island men, but hey, Kanoa sounded really hot. He had a lot of tattoos and each of them had a story. I loved his explanation for his tattoos, but what I enjoyed most was the fact that Laney was interested in each of them.
The chemistry between the two characters were apparent from the beginning, and I loved that they didn't beat around the bush. Straight to the point and honest. I really enjoyed their conversations.
As for the sex itself, it wasn't as intense, but I certainly enjoyed reading it. It was like BDSM injected with love. Overall, I can't wait to read more of this author's books! I do love discovering new authors :)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Landra Graf has been crafting stories since the
tender age of too-young-to-watch-rated-R. When she finally got old enough for
adult material, she believed adult meant anything besides the smexy. Then she
discovered erotic romance and all things kinky. Since then it’s been a journey
down a rabbit hole. Landra writes BDSM erotic romance and historical erotic
romance, among other less smexy offerings.
I love supporting local authors so when I saw that Ms. Mowbray was looking for someone to review her book, I jumped at the chance! I was so happy I did!
Title: Love and Punishment Series: Beyond Fairytales, #1 Author: Sorcha Mowbray Publisher: Decadent Publishing Release Date: October 15, 2015 Pages: 137 Buy Links: Amazon | ARe | iBooks | BN | Kobo
Blurb:
Once upon a time…
Bel was a happy girl with loving parents. Now she lives for revenge. At her father’s urging a plan is set in motion, which quickly spins out of control. Expecting to be used and abused by The Beasts MC, who are known for their orgiastic ways, she is prepared to accept her fate in order to execute her mission.
The time has come to even the score with the men responsible for her mother’s death.
Nate and Liam, leaders of The Beasts, have their hands full ensuring the survival of their people as they sell Beast Brew to survive in a city crumbling around them. When a Rose MC member is plucked from their care, the laws of Epsilon demand the perpetrator forfeit his life. But then the leader of The Devil’s Disciples’ daughter offers herself in exchange for his life, and they can’t refuse the beauty’s plea.
Once she’s pressed between them they know their keeping her for their own, but first they must figure out why she’s there.
I wanted to bawl, I wanted to feel their love, and I wanted to jump with joy. This book made me feel all kinds of things. Let me just say it before I go deeper into this review: I did not know this was a twist on a fairy tale until probably halfway through the book. I was not informed of the series title and I was a bit oblivious, though the clues were obvious. I was going through a tough time when I read this book, okay? Don't judge me ;)
Anyway, this book... wow. First of all, it's a story of a threesome in a dystopian world. I don't usually read many books with a threesome, much less an orgy, but this book made them appealing somehow. I think that's a great indication that the writer is good at what she does.
I loved Bel because she was strong and courageous. I do love a woman that knows how to fight. Something about it is so sexy. And then there were the Beasts... I don't even know... They were like walking hormones and they were powerful beyond belief. There were only a few scenes when they fought, but my, oh my, they exuded sex even as they fought during Pit Night. The sheer power they exuded when they stepped into the pit was so sexy. (Can you tell that the author did a great job painting the picture for me?)
Nate: "Liam doesn't fight often, but when he does, he has this ability to turn off. Mind over matter or some crap. But it makes him damn hard to beat."
The chemistry between the three main characters are so explosive; sometimes I was afraid my phone would catch fire! Sheesh! There were times I even read the book in public. For once, I was thankful to be a woman ;)
I would highly recommend this book if you're into really steamy encounters. *fans self* P.S. Maybe I'm being oblivious again, but I couldn't figure out what MC meant...
To be honest, I would read this book immediately only because the cover model is absolutely gorgeous! Don't judge me ;)
Title: Your Wild Heart Series: Black Hills Wolves, #14 Author: Dena Garson Publisher: Decadent Publishing Release Date: April 10, 2015 Pages: 98 Buy Links: Amazon | iBooks | ARe BN | Google | Kobo
Blurb:
While tracking a wolf from Georgia to South Dakota, wildlife biologist, Isabelle Acker, meets sexy park ranger, Wyatt Powell. His Wolf sits up and takes notice of her, but when he learns why she came to the park, he becomes wary of her intentions. After all, as far as the general population knows, there are no wolves in the Black Hills.
Ordered by his Alpha to keep an eye on the smoking-hot biologist, Wyatt finds it difficult to keep his hands to himself. He wants to possess her, to share everything about his life, but that might endanger the Tao Pack. But the attraction proves too great and, unable to deny his Wolf, he takes her with a passion he didn’t know he possessed.
However, their sexual bliss is short-lived, and on the night of the full moon, more than one secret is revealed. When all is said and done, they must each decide—is what they have between them true love or just hot sex?
About the Author
Dena Garson is a Process Redesign Specialist by day and a writer and jewelry designer by night. She is raising two rowdy boys who play lots of sports which forces her to spend way to much time on the practice field and/or sidelines. Thankfully she has a loyal and loving Labrador Retriever to listen when she complains and a spoiled cat who reminds her daily she is merely a servant.
As the
personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver,
Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on
ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when
the owner of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after
their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting
impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub
Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her
sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging
to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.
Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will
Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to
haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?
When a commotion broke out somewhere
not too far behind Declan’s table, he
twisted in his chair to see what was going on. His brow crinkled.
“I’ll be back,” he said without
looking at his employees.
Declan stood and made a beeline for
the hallway leading to the restrooms, stopping
when he came to a guy in a suit and a woman he recognized.
“Is there a problem here?” he asked.
The woman spun around to see him,
shock and perhaps a little fear written all over
her features. “Mr. Cage?”
“I see we’ve made progress, Ms.
Brooks. You’ve remembered my name twice today.”
“There’s no problem, buddy,” the man
said, puffing his chest out, reminiscent of a
peacock. “You need to go back to your table and mind your own damn
business.”
“The lady is my business.” He hooked
his fingers around Tiffany’s elbow and
maneuvered her beside him. “Are you all right? Is this guy
bothering you?”
She gazed up at him with large blue
eyes. “I’m okay. Everything’s okay.”
“It didn’t look that way to me.”
The guy she was with squared his
shoulders. “Listen, asshole.” The distinct smell of
alcohol rolled from his breath. Obviously, The Suit couldn’t hold
his liquor and falsely
thought he was some sort of tough guy when he drank. “The lady
said everything is
fine.”
“You’ve had one too many,” Declan
said. “You should probably go home before you
do something you’ll regret.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are
to tell me what to do?” The man stupidly poked
his finger into Declan’s chest. “Besides, I won’t have any regrets
about beating you like a
redheaded stepchild.”
The dude was a walking cliché. What
a douchebag.
“I haven’t had a beating since I was
nine, and I doubt you’re going to change my track record, but you’re more than
welcome to try.” He tucked Tiffany behind him in a purely protective move.
“I’ll even let you take the first swing.”
Tiffany tugged the back of his shirt
and said, “There’s no need to make a scene.”
“No scene here, sugar. I’m only
giving the guy what he wants.”
The man in the dark suit took a
horrible roundhouse swing. Declan didn’t put any
real effort behind his counter move. He ducked to the right. The
guy missed, spun
around, and stumbled away. He figured Mr. Fancypants had had
enough, but no. It took
The Suit a second, then he straightened and came toward Declan,
all wild-eyed and
doing a boogedy-boo, I’m-crazy-scary motion with his arms.
Declan waited until he came close
again then punched the man in the nose.
Immediately, the guy’s own blood soiled his silver-white shirt and
tie. He staggered
back, dazed, before he cupped his hands over his nose. Blood
dripped from his fingers,
dribbled down his wrist, and trickled over the expensive watch he
wore.
“I think you broke my nose,” he
mumbled in a nasal sound from behind his hands.
Declan’s men had flanked him—feet
spread, arms at their sides. He ignored them and nodded. “Yep. It’s broken.”
“Hey! Hey,” the manager of The Last
Inning sputtered, waggling his bony finger at
them as he came over. “I’m not having this kind of thing going on
in my establishment.”
The Suit kept his nose covered, but
aimed his pinky at Declan. “He started it by—”
“No,” the manager said. “I don’t
want to hear it, and I don’t give a rat’s ass who
started what.” He turned to glower at Declan. “Pay your bill then
all of you, get out.”
“This ought to cover it.” Jett handed
the manager a hundred.
He practically ripped the money from
Jett’s hand.
“Fine. Now, go,” he said, shooing
them away.
“No problem. We’re leaving,” Declan
said and took Tiffany by the hand. She trailed
behind him while they headed for the door then, suddenly, she
resisted. He stopped and
studied her, unsure what the holdup was. She held her right foot
out. His gaze started at
the pointed toe of her black shoe, skimmed up her shapely leg,
hip, small nipped waist,
bountiful breasts, slender neck, nose, and then finally looked
into her eyes. “What?”
“Shoes,” she said in an exasperated
tone. “You’re pulling me too hard, and I’m
walking too fast on a tile floor. I’m stumbling.”
He glanced at the spiked heels and
shook his head. “I’ll slow down.”
He slowed their pace but didn’t let
go of her until they made their way outside and
into the cool night air.
Standing beneath the covered porch
of the sports bar, he observed his workers come
out, their expressions serious.
“What’s going on, DC?” Jett asked.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He
motioned with his hand. “Guys, this is Tiffany
Brooks, by the way. Tiffany, that’s Jett, one of my foremen, and
over there is Chris. Chris
is my concrete guy.”
“Hi,” she said in a small voice.
Jett and Chris nodded. “Ma’am,” they
said, almost in unison.
“You guys go on home,” Declan said.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Are you sure you don’t need us to
stick around?” Jett asked.
“Naw.”
“Okay. If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” Declan pulled his wallet
from his back pocket and plucked a stack of
twenties out. “Here, Jett.”
Jett waved. “You don’t need to pay
me back for the bill.”
“I do,” said Declan. Jett
reluctantly took the money. “Go on home, and get some rest.”
He shoved his wallet into the pocket
he’d pulled it from.
Once his workers left, he gave
Tiffany his undivided attention. “I want you to tell me
why the man you were with was shaking you, maraca style?”
Adult Excerpt:
“Straddle me, sugar,” he said in a sandpaper voice, all grit.
Willing to go where she knew she shouldn’t tread, she did what he asked, throwing
one leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather cushion on either side of his denim
clad thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down farther, where he stopped. His
fingertips touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he stroked the front of her thighs,
undoing her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs. Her sex pulsed.
He inched her skirt up, working until the fabric bunched around her waist. When cool
air struck the back of her thighs, one side of his mouth quirked up. He appeared pleased
with himself for exposing her panties.
“I’ll give you exactly what you crave,” he said and ripped the thong from her body.
Tiffany sucked in a breath. He threw the tattered silk to the floor with his right hand
while flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of his left. “Nice adornment.” He tugged on
her piercing, giving her the right amount of pressure. “But you need me to scratch your
itch, don’t you, baby?”
She’d come too far to lie about what she needed now. Nodding, she whispered,
“Harder.”
He chuckled, and the sound was a flashpoint of sensation added to the slow stroke of
the fingers he’d slipped between her crease.
She leaned forward, hand resting on the top of the sofa by his head, and kissed him.
While their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his other hand going to her hair where he
tugged the clip, releasing the long strands. They tumbled down her back in time with his
palm curling around the base of her neck, claiming her.
Oh, she liked the way he took possession. Everything feminine inside her needed the
pure maleness of him.
Tiffany nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling scant inches from his mouth. “You make me
burn,” she admitted.
“The feeling is mutual,” he said and plunged a finger inside of her.
“Ahh, yeah,” she uttered her approval.
He shoved his finger deeper. “You’re so wet.”
“Yes.”
Her hand went to his bulging crotch. She squeezed him through his jeans. He
groaned. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his fly, freeing his thick cock from the
denim. When the heavy head rested in her palm, she smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d
known from past experience he’d be commando.
Wrapping her fingers around the base of his superb erection, she began to pump him.
“Good?”
“Hell, yes,” he said and fingered her in earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed
hard against her clitoris, sending heated spikes of sensation through her body.
She moaned, spreading the silken pre-cum leaking from him with her fingertip and
licking her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put her lips over the crown. Skim her
mouth along his shaft. Take him down the back of her throat. She swallowed, knowing
the feeling when she took him inside her pussy would be even better. She needed to
experience her sex stretched over the head of his dick again. The fiery invasion. The
awareness of being totally filled when he pressed into her tight channel.
Her chest heaving, she mumbled, “Condom.”
“Sorry, sugar. We’ll have to settle for this,” he said. Declan removed his fingers from
her body and tugged her hips down on him before he placed his steel between her
feminine folds. “Slide your sweetness along the length of my cock.”
Oh, God. She was so slick, she easily made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing
against his.
In the next instant, he splayed his large hands across her ass, pulling her against him
even tighter. This was good, sex without penetration, something she’d never done
before, and the delicious sensation had her nipples pebbled hard against the material of
her bra, but when he flicked out his tongue, everything got better. She moaned and gave
him access to her neck, where he wasted no time and tickled the hollow of her throat
before he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth. She shivered.
“There you go.” The vibration of his deep voice sent a wave of pleasure across the
canvas of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered for his touch. He slapped her ass.
She jumped and lost her rhythm—taken aback. “Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t
have time to consider if she liked the swat or not. He spanked her again. “Move your fine
ass.”
She complied, sliding herself up and down. He slapped her ass once more, but this
time the sensation sent a buzz to her already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading across
her caught— a wildfire.
“Again,” she uttered in a breathy voice.
“Like that, do you?”
God help her, she did.
Author Bio & Links:
London
Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met
the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky
Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who
thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author,
London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that
big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring
characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
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Title: What You Want
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