The Moth and the Flame by B.B. Reid

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The Moth and the Flame by B.B. Reid

Release Date: May 20, 2019

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The Moth and the Flame, the second romantic standalone in the When Rivals Play series by B.B. Reid.

THE FLAME

Here lies Louchana Valentine. She was a homeless, orphaned virgin.

I never cared what my gravestone would say until I landed in deep with a powerful gangster. Lucky for me, my best friend happens to be ruthless too. I should feel guilty that he’s forced to turn on the man who’s been a father to him. Except I’ve always known that Wren’s soul wasn’t as black as he claimed.

He was good.

He was beautiful.

He was mine.

He just didn’t know it yet.

And with Wren keeping me safe, I’ve got time left to rewrite the end of my story. But if he has his way, virgin is already carved in stone.

THE MOTH

I’ve never known anyone as alluring as Lou. Or as frustrating. Since the night she saved my life and stole my wallet for her troubles, I couldn’t stay away.

She became my onus.

My light.

My…anyway.

With nowhere to run, I’m forced to trust someone I never expected. At least with Lou safe in Blackwood Keep—far away from me—I’ll die with my conscience intact. Because she no longer looks at me with friendship in her eyes. Those iridescent blues shine with a different need entirely, and I’ve never been able to deny her.

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Excerpt:

Lou didn’t awaken when I climbed through her window, weary and angry, late the following night. My prediction had come true. I’d gone back to Blackwood Keep, and against my better judgment, I confronted Danny Boy.

Or rather Ever McNamara.

Heir to a multibillion-dollar hotel empire.

And the only son of Thomas McNamara.

Surprisingly, what bothered me most wasn’t Danny Boy or his double life. Something about his father had seemed familiar to me. As if I’d known him in another lifetime.

I shook my head as I toed off the black and white striped Adidas Lou had picked out, swearing the sneakers almost made me look normal. I snorted, and with a moan, she shifted in her sleep causing the sheet covering her lower half to slip dangerously low. Before I could rethink it, I ran my fingers over the curve of her naked hip now bare to me. Thoughts of Ever McNamara fled to the recesses of my mind as I marveled at the smoothness of her skin.

It was a surprising contrast to her hardened demeanor, but I always knew it was a front. She was a pillar, no doubt standing tall and appearing strong, but one day, her cracked foundation would crumble, and I’d make damn sure I was around to pick up the pieces.

Even if she didn’t want me to be.

There were times when she didn’t appreciate just how seriously I took my role as her best friend. She claimed I acted like her father rather than her friend. If that was what she called making sure no one ever hurt her again, then sure—I’d daddy the fuck out of her.

Another moan slipped from her lips when my fingers reach the edge of her frilly blue panties, but this time, it was the sound of my name on her lips. For a second, I panicked, thinking she’d caught me perving on her, but when her even breaths continued, I realized she was still very much out of it, and a smile slowly formed as my fingers dipped lower.

“What are you dreaming right now, Lou?”

Her breath seemed to catch as I continued to toy with the seam of her panties.

“Are you dreaming of me?”

She sighed in response.

“You are, aren’t you?”

A low whine escaped her.

“I know what you’re after, little Valentine. I’ve known all along.” We both seemed to stop breathing when my fingers dipped beneath her panties and I felt her smooth skin. “How can you be sure you can handle me when I haven’t even kissed you yet?” I swallowed, cursing myself but then decided to allow myself honesty. At least this once.

She was writhing now, attempting to relieve the ache I knew was building, but we both knew it was useless. Nothing short of getting me inside her would ever do.

“You want to come.” It wasn’t a question but a statement of fact. “But you don’t get to come. You’ve been bad, Lou. This is how I’ll punish you.” I freed my fingers from her panties and stepped back. As if I’d snapped my fingers, breaking her from my spell, she jackknifed from the bed, breathing hard and looking around in confusion. When her gaze pierced the dark and found me, I remain perfectly still, my hands already in my pockets, pretending my fingers weren’t burning with the memory of her soft skin.

“Wren?”

My eyebrow rose. “You expecting someone else?”

About B.B. Reid:

B.B. Reid is a bestselling author of new adult romance. She grew up the only daughter and middle child in a small town in North Carolina. After graduating with a Bachelors in Finance, she started her career at an investment research firm while continuing to serve in the National Guard. She currently resides in Charlotte with her moody cat and enjoys collecting Chuck Taylors and binge-eating chocolate.

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If We Could Go Back By Cara Dee

Close-up portrait of a handsome young man with brave manly face.

Title: If We Could Go Back

Author: Cara Dee

Genre: MM Romance/Angst

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Synopsis:

My sister asked me if I could stand the sight my own reflection, if I’d caused enough damage yet, but I didn’t see myself when I looked into the mirror. I saw Kieran standing behind me, pressing a kiss to my shoulder while he undid my belt. I saw everything I wanted that I couldn’t have. Not unless I was prepared to hurt everyone around me.

Kieran was in a similar situation.

Were we monsters or men? Were they one and the same? Did we give a flying f—hell. We did care. Just not enough to stop, not enough to walk away, and I knew we constantly asked ourselves the same question because of it. If we could go back to when we met on the train…if we could erase the deceit, erase our first hello…would we?

Close-up portrait of a handsome young man with brave manly face.

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Excerpt:

Kieran Marshall was a good bloke. A great fucking guy. One of the best out there. He poured another round of shots, and I chased one down with a swallow of beer.

Who needed to try cocaine to spice up their boring life when you could meet an Irish enigma from Boston?

“Fuck, that’s it,” I hissed as the burn slid down.

I groaned and dragged my hands over my face. This was the life. This was the escape I’d needed for months now. I felt so good.

It’d taken us half an hour to get a buzz, and in that time, we’d gotten a few random topics out of the way. I learned we were the same age, only he was a September kid while I was turning twenty-nine in a few weeks. He’d gone to college in Savannah and dropped out after two semesters. It was in Georgia he’d met his wife, who was apparently six years older than him, and she was from Seattle. In order to escape the city rents when they eventually headed west, they’d settled down in Camassia and never left, even as his company started doing really well.

It was a Kieran Marshall crash course. Hardly enough, but it was a good beginning.

“I have a question.” I coughed into my fist, and Kieran waved a hand in go-ahead before downing another shot. “You said you worked three jobs and quit college. Today, you have a great job. Your wife, you said, earned a master’s in anthropology, and now she’s at home.”

“Yeah.” He pushed two shot glasses my way, both brimming with whiskey. “She’s…” He exhaled a chuckle. “She’s something else. Her mind—she’s one of the smartest women I know, but…she walked away. She doesn’t wanna work.”

“Huh.” I took a swig of my beer, and by chance, I caught a glimpse of a snack menu over the bar. Hell. I wanted wings. My stomach snarled in approval, so I got the bartender’s attention. “Can I have one of those, uh…” I pointed vaguely at the menu and squinted. “With all the snacks, a mix plate. Extra wings, thanks.”

“Sure thing.” The woman turned to Kieran. “Anything for you?”

“That sounds good—” He stifled a belch. “I’ll have the same.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I deduced the happy hour crowd had morphed into the group of lucky suckers who could go out on a Wednesday just like that. The music was a little louder, and everyone was a little drunker. My kind of people.

“Anyway.” I faced Kieran again and blanched. “What were we talking about?”

He laughed and shook his head. “I have no fucking clue.” He figured that was a reason to slide another shot my way, even though I hadn’t finished the other two. I had to catch up. “How did you meet Allison?”

“College.” I threw back a shot and made a face. “She had a full ride at Northwestern when she started. I was already a sophomore.” We were the same age, but Allison had taken a year off to plant trees in…some country where there were already trees everywhere. Okay, that was harsh of me.

Kieran let out a low whistle. “Good school. What did you study?”

“Marketing,” I replied. “Allison was studying finance, but—well.”

Kieran’s mouth twisted, and I narrowed my eyes at the little movement. He had…a mouth. And a faint five-o’clock shadow. My own mouth ran dry.

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My Review

If We Could Go Back by Cara Dee

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Such a stunning read!

This story does contain cheating which would normally put me off reading but knowing this was a Cara Dee book, I knew it was going to be something special and I am so glad I gave it a chance.

The feelings I experienced whilst reading If We Could Go Back will stay with me forever. The angst, the passion, the heartbreak, the love… it was everything! I felt every bit of emotion the characters were experiencing.

Bennett and Kieran meet on the train whilst commuting into the city for work. They have never spoken but have sat opposite each other for months until one day after a particular bad day, Kieran is the first to break the ice. A fast friendship is formed, and the rest is history.

Although the story is set out over several years, it certainly didn’t feel that way. The fast pace flowed really well, and you got to see the life both characters had built for themselves, wives, children, work…

Cara has a way of telling a story that gets you feeling like you’re in the same universe as these characters, I was sucked in from the very beginning and absorbed every word.

If you could go back, would you?

Five Stars

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About Cara:

I’m often stoically silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

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Release Boost – SAORSA by Kerry Heavens & Heather Shere

 
Title: Saorsa
Authors: Kerry Heavens & Heather Shere
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 11, 2019
 
 
Blurb

Saorsa
[seer-sha]

Noun – Scottish Gaelic

Freedom, salvation, redemption, liberty.

It’s not a concept Charlotte Rose has ever considered.
She’s busted her tail her entire life.
Worked at her doomed marriage
and slaved to build the company she loves.
Work is life.
Love?…yeah, that’s something she’s learned to live without.

Divorced and tired of the fight over her beloved business,
she’s jaded and she knows it.
Charlotte needs a fresh start.
So she packs up and moves across the ocean,
to be with the one solid thing left in her life: Her best friend.

With all her energy focused on what the future holds,
she dives right back into old habits,
throwing herself into work and neglecting life and love.
She has no idea life is choking her until him…

They meet by chance, and now he’s everywhere.
He’s so centered, so calm.
She needs someone to save her from herself.
Redeem her from her past mistakes.
Free her to discover who she really is.

It’s clear that the enigmatic Rhys has found his saorsa.
The question is: Can he help Charlotte find hers?

 


 



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Excerpt
 
“Can I get your number?” he asks, catching my elbow to halt me and then letting it go just as fast.
I still for a moment then look back and shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He faintly tilts his head and studies me for a moment. The crystal blue of his eyes bore into me, breaking his stare I look over at Louise and Cami.
“Charlotte,” he implores in his rich whiskey voice. I move my gaze back to him, shaking my head. “How long are you in town for?”
“I’m here to stay,” I reply softly.
A hint of a smile quirks on his lips. “Maybe we will run into each other again then.”
“Perhaps,” I offer. “If we are meant to be friends, I’m sure the stars will align and we will meet again.” I was channeling my inner Louise with that line of rubbish. I have to bite the inside of my lower lip to keep myself from smiling.
“You are very intriguing, Charlotte.”
My name on his lips gives me pause, but I force myself to finish our goodbye. It’s for the best. This is the first day of my exciting new life, the last thing I want or need is to get tangled up in a messy break up. “I’ll catch you later,” I say with finality. Turning to walk away, I try to make a smooth departure but trip on air. One second I’m falling and the next I’m caught around my waist and lifted back up to my feet. I don’t even have a second to process what happened before he speaks.
“Careful, kitten,” he murmurs close to my ear. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
I shiver, goose bumps ripple down my arms. I turn around to look at him and our faces are too close for comfort. I take a step back so that I can breathe. “Thank you, I’m not usually so clumsy.”
“It was my pleasure…What’s your last name?”
I wonder for a moment if I want to give him that information, but then it comes unbidden from my lips. “Rose.”
“Charlotte Rose.” He takes my hand, bending down to kiss my knuckles. “Until we meet again,” he says softly, and then he turns and walks away.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Kerry Heavens
 
London born indie author, iPhone addict & general ray of sunshine! Kerry writes: sometimes sweet, sometimes not, often funny, always hot, real romance, dirty romcoms and other such smut.
 
 
 
Heather Shere
 
Heather Shere is a wife of twenty some odd years and wants you to know that you get less for murder. She’s also the mother of two adult shaped kids, who she thinks she messed up just enough to make them highly successful individuals, who are also hilarious.
 
She has a masters degree in snark and nothing entertains her more than someone who can word battle with her. She considers herself an awesome cook and an expert baker but wants to eat out most days, however nothing is made ‘the right way’ unless she makes it herself.
 
When she gets bored she likes to tinker with different hobbies like crocheting, scrapbooking, stamping and card making. Her newest and most fulfilling passion is writing and she welcomes you into the deep dark depths of her mind.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Saorsa by Kerry Heavens & Heather Shere

Title: Saorsa
Authors: Kerry Heavens & Heather Shere
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 11, 2019
 


Blurb

Saorsa

[seer-sha]Noun – Scottish Gaelic

Freedom, salvation, redemption, liberty.

It’s not a concept Charlotte Rose has ever considered.

She’s busted her tail her entire life. Worked at her doomed marriage
and slaved to build the company she loves. Work is life.

Love?…yeah, that’s something she’s learned to live without.

Divorced and tired of the fight over her beloved business,
she’s jaded and she knows it.

Charlotte needs a fresh start. So she packs up and moves across the ocean,
to be with the one solid thing left in her life: Her best friend.

With all her energy focused on what the future holds, she dives right back into old habits, throwing herself into work and neglecting life and love.

She has no idea life is choking her until him…

They meet by chance, and now he’s everywhere.
He’s so centered, so calm. She needs someone to save her from herself.
Redeem her from her past mistakes. Free her to discover who she really is.

It’s clear that the enigmatic Rhys has found his saorsa.

The question is: Can he help Charlotte find hers?



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Free in Kindle Unlimited


Excerpt
“Can I get your number?” he asks, catching my elbow to halt me and then letting it go just as fast. I still for a moment then look back and shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”  He faintly tilts his head and studies me for a moment.
The crystal blue of his eyes bore into me, breaking his stare I look over at Louise and Cami.  “Charlotte,” he implores in his rich whiskey voice. I move my gaze back to him, shaking my head. “How long are you in town for?”
“I’m here to stay,” I reply softly.
A hint of a smile quirks on his lips. “Maybe we will run into each other again then.”
“Perhaps,” I offer. “If we are meant to be friends, I’m sure the stars will align and we
will meet again.” I was channeling my inner Louise with that line of rubbish. I
have to bite the inside of my lower lip to keep myself from smiling.
“You are very intriguing, Charlotte.”
My name on his lips gives me pause, but I force myself to finish our goodbye. It’s for the best. This is the first day of my exciting new life, the last thing I want or need is to get tangled up in a messy break up. “I’ll catch you later,” I say with finality. Turning to walk away, I try to make a smooth departure but trip on air. One second I’m falling and the next I’m caught around my waist and lifted back up to my feet.
I don’t even have a second to process what happened
before he speaks.
“Careful, kitten,” he murmurs close to my ear. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
I shiver, goose bumps ripple down my arms. I turn around to look at him and our faces are too close for comfort. I take a step back so that I can breathe.
“Thank you, I’m not usually so clumsy.”
“It was my pleasure…What’s your last name?”
I wonder for a moment if I want to give him that information, but then it comes unbidden from my lips. “Rose.”
“Charlotte Rose.” He takes my hand, bending down to kiss my knuckles. “Until we meet again,” he says softly, and then he turns and walks away.


Kerry Heavens
London born indie author, iPhone addict & general ray of sunshine!
Kerry writes: sometimes sweet, sometimes not, often funny, always
hot, real romance, dirty romcoms and other such smut.


Heather Shere
Heather Shere is a wife of twenty some odd years and wants you to know that you get less for murder. She’s also the mother of two adult shaped kids, who she thinks
she messed up just enough to make them highly successful
individuals, who are also hilarious.
 
She has a masters degree in snark and nothing entertains her more than someone
who can word battle with her. She considers herself an awesome cook and an
expert baker but wants to eat out most days, however nothing is made ‘the right
way’ unless she makes it herself.
 
When she gets bored she likes to tinker with different hobbies like crocheting,
scrapbooking, stamping and card making. Her newest and most fulfilling passion
is writing and she welcomes you into the deep dark depths of her mind.


My Review

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Definitely worth the wait!

Saorsa tells the story of Charlotte, a strong, independent woman and the greatest kind of heroine. After an unhappy few years were her ex husband attempted to run their business into the ground so she wouldn’t be left with much, Charlotte packs up her life and moves to London for a fresh start. She moves in with her best friend and attempts to rebuild her life. Enter Rhys. The handsome guy she meets at the airport and who she continues to bump into in the weeks following her move.
The chemistry between them is undeniable, the only issue is Rhys’ pest of
an ex hook-up who still hovers around him.

I really enjoyed reading this, so much so that I’d had the entire book read in a couple of hours. I had a smile on my face from the very beginning. The only thing I would have liked more is the epilogue to have been a little longer. Although it reads as an ideal ending, I would have loved to see it played out.

The writing was effortless, it flowed and read very easily. I love the books from these two authors individually but them coming together to write Saorsa is a perfect match.

Can’t wait for more from these two!

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Stranded by Cara Dee


Classic black and white fine art portrait of a handsome tough gu

Stranded by Cara Dee

Title: Auctioned

Genre: Gay Romance

Pairing: Crime/Suspense

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Synopsis:

Stranded is the second book in The Auctioned Series. Before you read further, you should read Auctioned.

“You have my word, Gray. I will get you off this island, and I will bring you home.”

It was supposed to be an easy in-and-out job. Nothing Darius Quinn hadn’t done before. But this job had something none of the others did: Gray Nolan.

Like Murphy’s Law advised, anything that could go wrong, would. A mission to save one hometown favorite son was turning into a quest to rescue thirteen traumatized young men against odds so steep, he’d need an oxygen mask to scale them.

Facing new dangers and an uncertain future, Darius keeps Gray close and is soon forced to accept that this has become much more than an assignment. For a man whose reputation was built on being ice-cold under pressure, Darius is beginning to discover how good it feels to burn.

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Excerpt I:

“Can I go to the waterfall and clean up? I feel gross,” Gray said.

Darius hesitated. Several of the others had already been there, though that was before it was pitch black outside. On the other hand, it would be a good idea to redress Gray’s thigh, especially after his stupid swim in the ocean earlier.

“If I go with you,” he decided. It wouldn’t hurt to get himself cleaned up too. His skin itched like nothing else, and perhaps he could wash away some of the tension in his body as well. It’d been one of the longest days he’d ever endured.

It was settled, and he grabbed a medical kit as Ryan extended a bag of something.

“Food and a towel.”

Darius nodded in acknowledgment, and then he trailed over to Gray.

To make the trek easier, they took the longer route along the beach, and when the little stream appeared, all they had to do was follow it.

“Don’t walk too fast, knucklehead,” Darius murmured.

Gray huffed a breath and slowed down a bit. “I just wanna get there—ouch.” He hissed and hopped on his good leg as he held his foot. “Fuck.”

“What happened?” Darius closed the distance, not that he could see shit.

“I don’t know. Stepped on something. It’s fine.”

“Wanna use my shoes?” Darius obviously hadn’t been able to pack proper boots, like the ones Ry had arrived in, but he’d included a pair of sneakers that he’d changed into earlier. Gray was more than welcome to them.

“It’s okay. They’re probably too big anyway.”

Maybe a size or two, but it would feel better than walking around a jungle barefoot. A jungle that, even if small in size by comparison, was alive with countless sounds. This time of year, the humidity wasn’t stifling, but the dampness was still wherever they turned. Leaves glistened in the pale moonlight. Frogs and birds competed with their calls, and the underbrush rustled with the breeze and invisible critters.

“Come on, we’re almost there.” Gray was walking again. “By the way, did you guys contact your sister?”

“Ry’s probably doing that right now. He’s gonna ask her to hold off for forty-eight hours.”

“Why? Can’t you just have her call the authorities to pick us up?”

Darius nodded and sidestepped a tree trunk. “The problem is Ryan and me. There’s a risk we’re not alone in the area, and if rescue arrives and he and I are spotted with all this gear by the wrong people, all this will be for nothing. If they suspect it’s all been one big rescue op…” He didn’t wanna finish that sentence.

Gray seemed to understand anyway. “They might come after us.”

Or their loved ones.

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Excerpt II:

Even though the situation was serious, it was impossible not to find humor in it. Gray was endearing as all hell when he was high, and Darius was confident he hadn’t administered too much—or too little, for that matter.

“Any nausea?” He smiled faintly and sat up. Easier to see Gray that way, and he was on his back with one arm stretched up while he was trying to pinch stars between his fingers. He wasn’t very successful.

“Nope.” Gray wore a silly grin, trying to grab another star from the sky. “That’s the ninth time you’ve asked.”

It was the second, but who was counting. Clearly not Gray.

“First-time users get sick sometimes,” Darius answered.

“Oh.” Gray yawned and folded his hands under his head instead. “Are we sleeping here tonight? Can we go catch bananas?”

Darius coughed around a chuckle and dug out his battered pack of smokes from his jeans. “We’re staying a few hours, at least.” So far, no fresh blood had painted Gray’s bandage, and Darius was counting his blessings for it. That said, he wanted to be careful and not move around. “Can you wiggle your toes for me?”

Again?” Gray took on the huffy, insufferable tone of a complaining teenager. “See? I’m doing it.” Nothing. Nada. His feet were still.

“You’re actually not,” Darius drawled. “Try again.”

Gray frowned and concentrated, and the tip of his tongue poked out. It was…cute as fuck. “What about now? I’m trying to contact them.”

Darius chuckled once more, and he was relieved when the toes did move. “There we go.”

“Told you,” Gray sang. “Can’t cut off my pulse.”

“Circulation,” Darius corrected with a laugh.

Hey.” Gray pushed himself up and supported his weight on his elbows. The silly, lazy grin was back. “You laughed, gorgeous.”

That made Darius snort, and he lit up a smoke.

“I’m just sayin’.” Gray plopped down again. “I’d let you wear my letterman jacket.”

Good lord, where the hell were the kid’s thoughts this time?

“Mr. Stone-face,” Gray whispered at the sky. “Hottest cover, but the pages are blank. No, wait. I mean, they’re in another language. I can’t read your book. You know?”

Darius’s forehead creased, and he exhaled some smoke. “I can’t even pretend to know what you’re rambling about, boy.”

Gray waved a hand. “I know some things.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Like, you’re a good man. But then…? Poof. You were born in Greece.”

“I…”

“Because your book is in Greek!” Gray’s triumphant yell echoed and bounced between the trees.

Instantly alert, Darius narrowed his eyes and observed their surroundings. “Keep it down, knucklehead.” They hadn’t searched the whole island yet, and they couldn’t be too careful.

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My Review 

Stranded by Cara Dee

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I think anyone who has read Auctioned has been waiting with bated breath for the second instalment of the 8392 series and Cara Dee does not disappoint!

Here we have Stranded, told in the perspective of Darius, which I loved. It gave great insight to his mind and to see how he thinks, especially with his background, was fascinating. I look forward to getting to know him more in the upcoming books.

Stranded picks up right where Auctioned left off, with the exception of the POV. At first, I felt a little more relaxed reading this one, knowing how the first book ended and then reading the first few chapters of Stranded. I should have known Cara would have had some tricks up her sleeve.

Although I found Stranded a lot less dramatic than Auctioned, I loved it just as much! My head was spinning reading the entire book. The emotions I felt whilst reading Darius’s take on Gray were unreal. I would have given anything to read those parts of the book in Grays POV, to know what was going on in his head and really feel the emotions I believed he was experiencing would have been epic. If intentional, that was a very clever move by Cara.

I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Five Stars!!

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What Really Matters by M.A. Innes

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What Really Matters by M.A. Innes

Genre: Gay Romance

Pairing: Age Play/Mild BDSM

Series: No

Synopsis:

Zac has a secret…and he’s worried about what his husband would think.

When you’ve been married for years, you aren’t supposed to pop up with a new and interesting kink. At least, that’s what Zac keeps telling himself. His husband Hunter is sweet, loving, and understanding, but he hadn’t signed up for anything like what Zac wants to explore.

Zac has a secret…but Hunter isn’t worried…just confused.

Zac is a constant source of surprise and humor for Hunter. But he’s been acting even more interesting than usual, and Hunter has a feeling it’s time to see what his sexy husband is up to. When he begins to understand what Zac is holding back, Hunter has a decision to make.

Two loving men. One big question about what really matters when you’re in love.

60k words

Story Contains: M/m sexual content, mild BDSM, spankings, and mild age play

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Excerpt I:

I could only assume that they made clothing for the lifestyle. I had a vague memory of an old CSI episode that had a man who’d dressed up as a baby. I couldn’t remember if the show had been nice about it or not, but there had to be some truth in it. If they made diapers for people Zac’s size, then they had to make other clothing as well.

Would he let me pick it out?

Did I want to pick it out?

Maybe.

The first flashes of images that had crossed my mind had been me picking them out. That’s what a Daddy would do. Right? If Zac’s…role in a relationship like this was to be young, then that meant he’d make the same decisions a child would. Right?

Yes.

No.

We were back to maybe.

Research. This called for more research.

A quiet voice in the back of my mind that sounded a bit like a sarcastic Zac said that I just needed to do what came naturally. Were there instincts for something like age play? Were some people just born Daddies who either figured it out or walked through life never knowing?

I couldn’t help but wonder if I had instincts for something like this. Could I make him happy?

Excerpt II:

“All right, bedtime.” As the cartoon came to an end, I reached for the remote.

Zac frowned and looked down at his picture. “But I’m not done.”

I reached out to run my hand over his head without thinking about it. “You’ll have time later this week to finish.”

He hunched over and huffed, giving me a pout. “But next weekend is so far away.”

To Zac, big or little, it probably did feel like an eternity away. “How about this…if we have any days this week where we both get home at a real hour then we’ll have more…more time like this…more little time? If you’d like, then I might even make dinner again and we’ll have a full night where you can be little.”

I was curious to see if that would be enough of a temptation to get him to work more normal hours. I understood that his job wasn’t always nine to five, but it felt like he needed to learn when to step away and not just wait until he was exhausted at the end of the week.

He nodded slowly and I could see his mind start to think. Not sure if he was ready to be a grown-up again or not, I looked over at the crayons. “Let’s pick up your toys and then I’ll tuck you in.”

Zac smiled, a teasing grin that looked close enough to his normal expression that I wasn’t sure what to expect. “Do I get to sleep in the big bed tonight?”

As opposed to what? A crib? A toddler bed?

There were too many interesting options.

Also, I couldn’t help but wonder if that meant he wasn’t ready to be big yet. “Yes. You’ve been a good boy today so you can sleep in the big bed with Daddy.”

I wasn’t sure if it was my willingness to play along that made him so excited or if it was just the reaction that came normally when he was in his role, but he bounced up on his knees and threw his arms around me. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Smiling, because who could resist him, I kissed his cheek. “Thank you, baby. Now let’s clean up.”

My next thought was to remind him that he had school tomorrow but I wasn’t sure if that was right or not. Would that be weird or a wrong assumption about how he wanted to play the game…explore the role?

Could we talk about real-world things when we were having…little time…role-playing time…when he was like this, how was I supposed to talk about the other time?

Research.

I needed time to research.

About Shaw:

I’m Shaw Montgomery and M.A. Innes…two sides of the same coin. Some things I write are traditional BDSM stories and some are taboo. I love trying to explain peoples needs and desires. No matter if you’re reading one of my female domination books or my gay taboo stories, you’ll find sweet open characters who are discovering what they want out of a relationship.

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Three Dirty Harts by Cara Dee

Three Dirty Harts by Cara Dee

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Title: Three Dirty Harts

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotica

Pairing: Daddy Kink/MFM

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Synopsis:

Belle has a wicked fantasy and a secret desire, and she doesn’t know how to hide her feelings anymore.

Andrew has a passion for family and a love for detail, and there are no words that can describe how much he’s looking forward to having his stepdaughter and his younger brother home for the summer.

Jace has an eye for beauty and a thirst for adventure, and he’s the first one to notice that something is different when Belle steps off the plane. From the outside, these three don’t seem to have much in common. But on the inside…their hearts are as dirty as they come.

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Excerpt 1

I made a dismayed face in the rearview mirror and rolled up the sleeves of my button-down. If my hair had been lighter, those spots of silver would have been less visible. Alas…they shone like a beacon.

Should I dye it?

“Are you becoming vain?” Jace asked.

“No, but evidently I’m becoming old,” I muttered and left the car. Something was missing—and had been missing for a while. I couldn’t put my finger on it, only that I wasn’t content with my life anymore. As soon as I figured out what to change, I would. Until then, it looked like I’d be complaining about a whole lot. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to shave.”

Belle coming home was a special occasion to me. Jace didn’t have to look like a slob.

I’d made sure the cleaning service had been extra-thorough yesterday, and I’d ordered Belle’s favorite flowers for her room. Or was I taking things too far? Was I too old-fashioned? I was going to spend the summer with my carefree little brother and my twenty-year-old stepdaughter; I wanted them to find me fun, too. I wasn’t only the…parent, for lack of a better word.

Jace ignored my remark with a smirk, and we entered the bustling airport to bring Belle home.

“How the fuck are we supposed to find her?” Jace grunted. “Christ, I hate people.”

This from the young man who missed having a social life.

I couldn’t blame him, though. Once upon a time, I’d loved Seattle. Now I was much more comfortable in our little town a couple hours north of here. An hour and a half, if Jace was behind the wheel.

As for Jace’s question, I had an answer. “She’s dyed her hair pink, she told me.” I hadn’t seen it yet myself because the last time we spoke, it was over the phone. I’d had this image of a shock of bright hair until her soft laughter had filtered through the receiver and she’d told me it was “faded magenta.” Whatever that meant.

We stood in a sea of arrivals and their families, and I checked my watch. It’d been a while since she’d landed, so she should be here soon.

Jace made a noise. “Holy fuck.”

“What, how pink is it?” I lifted my gaze, scanning the crowd.

“No, that’s not… Uh.”

I frowned at him, then searched for Belle some more, and—goddamn it all. Motherfucker. She emerged with a bright smile as she looked for us. I could only stare. My chest seized, and a flush spread up my chest. Unlike my brother, I’d known that she’d matured to an extent, and it was still a shock. Her gorgeous face had filled the screen of my laptop or phone whenever we Skyped; seeing her body was a whole other experience. And what the hell was she wearing? Those couldn’t be called shorts. The denim rode up high enough to reveal her pockets. Underneath an open flannel shirt, a skimpy top hugged her generous curves.

“Keep that reaction to yourself,” I told Jace, half irritated. With him or myself, I wasn’t sure. Perhaps both. “Belle!” I started walking toward her so I could help with her luggage. Her hair was oddly cute, the long waves shifting in subtle shades of pink. My mouth stretched into a wide smile as she spotted me, and I even had to swallow a lump of emotion. At that point, I successfully pushed aside the unspeakable reaction I’d had, and I hurried to get her in my arms.

“Daddy-o!” She threw her arms around my neck, and I lifted her off the ground.

“God, I’ve missed you.” Tightening my hold on her, I breathed in her light, sweet scent and reveled in having her home again. “My darling, why do you insist on living so far away?”

She laughed tearfully. “If it makes you feel any better, I can’t wait to be done with uni.”

That did make me feel better.

“Look at you, picking up local slang.” Jace walked up behind us with a grin, and Belle was quick to give him a hug too. “When the fuck did you grow up?”

I shot him a look.

Belle smirked and wiped her eyes carefully. These days, she wore makeup. “My roommate taught me a lot. She’s studying to become a stylist.”

“There’s not a thing you need to learn,” I told her firmly and grabbed her roll-aboard. “You’re beautiful as you are.” Maybe a bit too beautiful.

“Such a dad response.” She hugged my arm and held on as we made our way outside. “Can we eat at Coho? I’m starving.”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” I kissed the top of her head.

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Excerpt 2

The eggs were almost finished when Jace limped into the kitchen with a bed head and sleepy scowl.

“Morning, sunshine.” I plated the scrambled eggs and added some sliced tomatoes and bacon bits. “Sleep well?”

“Sort of?” He squinted at nothing and scratched his head. “Um, are we gonna talk about last night?”

I furrowed my brow and slid the plate across the kitchen bar. “Did something happen?”

“You were there, Andrew. At Coho.” He tucked into his food as if it was going to disappear, and I poured myself some cereal. “Something’s changed with Belle. Jesus.” He seemed baffled by something, though it was difficult to tell with the way he was hamstering the food in his cheeks. “Wasn’t she crazy affectionate at dinner?”

“Hm.” To be honest, I’d noticed it. “I wouldn’t read into that.” Certainly not when Jace was a pervert who’d just discovered his niece—his niece, for the love of God—was a very gorgeous young woman. “She missed us, Jace. She was excited to catch up.”

And what a great evening it’d been. Over the best burgers and beers the town had to offer, Jace and I had mostly listened while Belle told us everything about her university and London. Some of the things, I already knew from talking to her. Her contact with Jace stayed at texting and occasional phone calls, so almost everything was new to him. Perhaps that was why the change appeared so drastic.

“Don’t forget your place,” I told Jace. “You’re her uncle. She’s not one of the girls you let hang around for a month before you trade her in for another.”

He shook his head and forked up some eggs. “There’s so much wrong with that sentence. First of all, we’re not related. Second of all, I haven’t gotten laid in almost a year, so don’t paint me as some manwhore. Third of all—” he pointed the fork at me “—you’re the one she was plastered to all evening, not me.”

At that, I had to roll my eyes. “I’m the only parent she has. Don’t cheapen her affection because you suddenly have a hard-on for the wrong person.”

If he pushed it, I might snap. Yesterday had been wonderful. Most of all, it was easy to keep her close when she seemed to want it that way. I’d had my arm around her throughout the evening, not because I possibly was a pervert too, but because I’d missed her very much.

Shortly after, bare feet padded along the floorboards, and Belle appeared in the doorway wearing an old band tee of Jace’s and a pair of cotton shorts. What was it with the length of shorts these days? Was fabric scarce?

Jace coughed into his coffee.

I hoped he burned himself.

“Good morning, darling.” I rose from my stool and switched on the stove again. The pancake batter was waiting for me. “Take a seat and I’ll make pancakes.”

She grinned sleepily and walked over to me. “I’m so glad to be home.” Sneaking under my arm, she wrapped her arms around my middle, and I chuckled. It truly was an affectionate girl who’d stepped off that plane. “Is there anything I can do, Daddy?”

I tilted my head.

Jace snorted behind us.

Daddy

“No,” I responded slowly as my mind started spinning. “You can relax and let me take care of this.”

“’Kay.” With a slight blush covering her cheeks, Belle pulled her hair into a high, messy bun at the top of her head, and then she left the kitchen area to turn on the TV.

“Is she for real?” Jace whispered. “She’s never called you Daddy before, has she? The way she did it… Man, that’s pure filth.”

“Let it go,” I whispered back, irritated. Wound up. There was nothing to read into here.

About Cara:

I’m often stoically silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

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