Saturday, July 8, 2017

Revamping of Up All Night Read All Day

Watch This space for Cover Reveals, Coming soon's and New releases. Even some reviews sprinkled in!

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Nanee's Review of His Best Friend's Brother by Edward Kendrick


Despite being deeply in the closet, thirty-one-year-old Kade Harlow loves his life as a bartender at the Tavern, unglamorous as that life may be. That is about to change, however, when his best friend's younger brother returns to town.

Alex Rowe has had a crush on Kade since he was a teenager, despite their nine-year age difference. When he gets an acting job at the local theater, he moves back to town then stops by the bar to visit Kade.

Wary of Alex's interest in him, Kade fights his growing attraction to the younger man for reasons he's unwilling to reveal to Alex--the same reasons that have kept him closeted his entire life. Can Alex break through the barriers Kade has put up or are his dreams of a relationship with Kade doomed to failure?

Nanee's Review:

Edward has a way of pulling me into everyone of his stories. This story was sweet and sexy...very sexy and full of great characters. I loved the characters, Kade is a all around great guy, love his sense of humor and his joy for his job. Alex is sweet and shy in some ways and loved his desire for Kade. Love their getting to know each other again and spending time together and wanting more. These two characters are sexy together!

Edward creates characters in his stories that you root for from start to finish and always hope for their HEA. I love the secondary characters, HUCK especially! and of course Brody and the actor friends of Alex's. This story is a sweet and loving story. 5 stars

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Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Blog Feature - Yves Beyond the Veil 2 by Toby Aden


[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Paranormal Romance, M/M, fae, gods, HEA]

Yves is the second-born son of the late Fire Kingdom. He has lived his life battling constant restlessness and depression. He had always felt as though there was more, that there was something out there for him. His art was the only way he used to escape from his head.

Norse god Apollo had been promised a mate. He just never imagined how long he'd have to wait for that promise to be fulfilled. Centuries passed but no mate showed up, more centuries passed until, finally, he felt the spark, a difference, and he knew...his mate had finally been born.

From afar, he watched over his mate, saw the changes in the man and the struggles until it became more than the other man could withstand. Apollo then relocated to the Fae world to draw away his repressed emotions from his mate.
He never intended to meet his mate until the coming out party, but a chance meeting changed all that, and soon they had to battle Yves doubts and insecurities before they could ever glean a bit of happiness.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Author Bio:

Toby Aden is a MM/MMM author who spends her time immersed in the world of romantic novels. She's a bookaholic whom after discovering the world of MM romance became irrevocably enthralled and decided to try her hands writing it.

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Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Cover Reveal - Hunger by C.E. Black

Title: Hunger
Series: Jane Thornton Trilogy, Book 1
Author: C.E. Black

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Romance (M/F/M)

Release Date: April 2017


“‘Have you seen the girl?’

I was the only girl here. The only living soul in this whole damn town. It had been almost a year since the beginning of the end, and I’d been here the entire time. It was my hometown, where I’d grown up. And where I thought I would die. Eventually. But I wasn’t ready. Not yet.”
A year ago, Jane Thornton had watched quietly as the world fell apart. Like a thief in the night, something had taken humanity, leaving behind only the dead and the flesh eaters. Or so she’d thought.

Being born mute had been a weakness in the old world, but now she used it to her advantage. If there was one thing she was good at, it was hiding. Until they found her.

Kaden Wells and Mason Reed were two of the biggest, most threatening men she’d ever seen. And she was now their captive. But if they were holding her against her will, where were her chains? Why were they so concerned about her safety and empty stomach? And how could her heart survive if she ran now?
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Sunday, February 26, 2017

Nanee's Review of You Can Never Walk Away by Edward Kendrick


When his lover is killed while they're on a job, Kegan goes into seclusion, vowing never to return to the Agency, the covert organization they worked for. His handler has other ideas, tricking Kegan into coming back, then partnering him with Gage to find and eliminate Ash, a rogue operative.

Kegan and Gage locate Ash only to discover he's on the run because he found out that Patterson, the head of the Agency, is not what he seems. When the three men team up to bring Patterson down, will their budding personal relationship save them -- or get them killed?

Nanee's Review:

I love how Edward's stories draw you in by the blurb...I couldn't wait to read this story, It was full of mystery and intrigue and a whole lotta sexy! OMG Edward....Kegan, Gage and Ash are hot as hell, light your sheets on hot hot! and they are badass to boot. WOW! I am going to re read this story (fanning self). This story takes you on a wild ride of who the hell is Patterson working with and what is his plan next. This story is full of action and amazing characters. It is a must read by Edward Kendrick!!!! 5 stars

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Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Spotlight !!! A debut story by Eric Huffbind...The Rescuer


Always desperate to find love, and more importantly, find Mr. Right. Emotionally exhausted from kissing one frog after another, only to not find Prince Charming on the other side of the kiss. He loves being needed and making a difference in people’s lives. At thirty-years of age, Jason Calhoun, is a social worker, counseling patients with a history of chemical dependency, and always the eternal, hopeless romantic. Jason has been trying to find love, but with men that are somewhat similar, to the emotional wrecks that make him feel that his life has purpose. Despondent finally, he realizes the wrongs of his selection process, and why it has not been a success.

Using alcohol, he tried to numb his emotional pain. But what has been going on in his life, that has brought such an arduous level of distress. Afraid of winding up dead, he checks himself into Watermeadow, a recovery and rehabilitation facility. His dashing good looks didn’t buy him happiness, but he learned how to survive off them to maintain his expensive lifestyle. Christopher Parker is twenty-seven years old, always admired for his amazing emerald-green eyes, and his brilliant intelligence.

For Jason and Christopher, sometimes the best way to find love, is to stop looking so hard for it. And sometimes, a billionaire nemesis, can stand in the way of life’s greatest joy.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Spotlight of The Acrobat by Agnes Moon


TITLE: The Acrobat
AUTHOR: Agnes Moon
PUBLISHER: Self publisher
GENRE: Paranormal
SERIES: Blood Ties # 1
TRANSLATOR: Kevan Houser
PRICE: $ 3,49
LENGTH: 190 pages
RELEASE DATE: February 21st


The Acrobat is a professional thief with dozens of burglaries to his credit, but when he finds himself trapped in the enormous abode of a mysterious man, as seductive as he is lethal, he realizes that the police might not be the worst of evils.Vincent de Saint-Bonnet is incredibly rich, with many hidden secrets, and little will to live. A foul-mouthed little thief with magnificent blue eyes is just what he needs to bring some light back to his gray, long-drawn-out existence.

A thief looking for a valuable dagger, an antique dealer with hundreds of years under his belt, for whom the weapon represents an object of . . . inestimable value. Each man has a precise goal and nothing will stop him from reaching it. Not even the incredible attraction that grips them, pulling them into a duel, one fought with lies and seduction.



“Find anything interesting?” I sarcastically asked the figure who’d jumped nearly six feet the second the room lit up.

No shout, no exclamation, not a word. Just those incredible blue eyes staring at me cautiously and intently, scanning his surroundings for an escape route.

I admit, I was disappointed. Maybe not a terrified scream or a hand on his racing heart. . . but, parbleu! I would’ve appreciated at least a tiny reaction.

Lost in thought, I almost didn’t notice the black figure darting toward the door at supersonic speed. A speed that didn’t even come close to matching mine, naturally.

Without exerting myself in the least, I grabbed his arm. “Gotcha,” was all I needed to say, as I stopped his escape dead in its tracks.

He tried to wriggle free, but my grasp was ironclad. I knew I was hurting him, but he didn’t moan or utter a single word. Shorty was saving his breath, but the fury in his eyes, mixed with a touch of fear, did the talking for him—he was trying to hide it, but he was terrified.

“I’ll repeat the question,” I said patiently, as though addressing a disobedient child who was a little slow on the uptake. “Did you find anything interesting?”

“Yup. An arrogant old windbag!” he answered immediately, punctuating his response with a kick to my groin that made me double over in pain and temporarily loosen my grip on his arm.

The man took immediate advantage and bolted toward the door to the great hall. He moved like lightning, dodging the furniture despite the darkness that still pervaded that part of the room. A true cat-man, I thought, catching my breath and massaging my poor, mistreated balls.

I caught up to him a second later, this time grabbing him by the neck, squeezing gently, and lifting him up to his tiptoes, until he couldn’t breathe. I towered about eight inches over him, and saw a hint of desperation in his eyes. I felt a little sorry for him. . . but not very much. He needed to understand who was in charge here, and the fact I had his life literally in my hands seemed as good a way as any other to drive that point through his thick, thieving skull.

His survival instinct prevailed. He immediately froze, relaxing his arms and legs, trying hard to get air down through his constricted throat. He wasn’t fighting or struggling. He was probably saving his strength for a more opportune moment, but his eyes told me he was afraid I was going to kill him. I couldn’t blame him. Who knows what he might have heard about me?

I squeezed a little more, and when I saw his lips starting to turn slightly cyanotic, I decided he’d had enough. I suddenly let go and he dropped to the floor, gasping for breath—his hands immediately flew to his neck, as if to assess the damage. I granted him a few seconds to catch his breath. He was struggling, his breath rasping and laborious. When I saw the marks I’d left on his slender neck, I wondered if perhaps I’d gone a little overboard. The effort to breathe along with his accelerated heart beat caused his jugular vein to deliciously distend, and I had to force myself to hold back. . .

“Take your hood off!” I ordered, suddenly curious to see his face.

“Fuck you!” His voice, even more husky thanks to his injured throat, shot straight to my dick, making me painfully hard all over again.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Take. Off. That. Hood.”

“Go. Fuck. Your. Self.” He shot back, looking up at me furiously as he tried to stand up.

I pushed him down on his knees in front of me. Which was exactly where he belonged, a wicked little voice whispered in my brain. I tugged that damned hood off him and finally saw his face.

I was momentarily speechless. He was just a boy. He couldn’t have been more than 20 or 25 at the most. And he was. . . stunning.

I’ve known—yes, I mean in the Biblical sense—a whole lot of men in my long life. Some were really very handsome, others fascinating and seductive, still others were ruggedly sexy—but this one. . . this abominable little thief took my breath away. His cascade of black curls, sweaty and disheveled from having been squashed inside that awful hood, reached down to his shoulders, framing an exquisitely crafted face. It looked like an artist had taken a chisel and committed himself to producing his greatest masterpiece, only to succeed with flying colors. The delicate features managed to retain their masculinity thanks to the square jaw and the straight nose that perfectly balanced the fullest and poutiest lips I’d ever seen. His eyes, which at that moment were shooting daggers at me, were a very pale blue, with a sort of darker halo circling the irises, making them look deep and magnetic.

“Happy now?” he dared to ask, with that husky, sexy tone I started to think was his normal voice.

I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. I stared him in the eyes. He was on his knees in front of me with his face directly in front of my increasingly swollen crotch. No, I wasn’t happy in the least. I wanted to stuff my dick in his beautiful, nasty little mouth until he couldn’t breathe again. That would definitely make me happy!


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