Monday, July 31, 2017

Review: Platinum

Platinum Platinum by Terry Bolryder
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

FINALLY! Sever got his book, his mate, and his ever after. Now did I like the book .....well yeah , BUT there was a few things that got to me. First off WTH is up with the towns people , I mean they never really explain that. Then she states she is a " writer" but then she never mentions it again , and when asked she use to work in a jewelry store. Also don't know why it bothers me , but if Taylor's dad and the whole I dated him once and boom I get his kid years later....it was just off putting to me. But, over all I did like it, I loved Taylor , and finding out about him. In whole , this was a great wrap up to the series , and I look forward to finding out about Robbie and her dragon

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📚Chapter Reveal 📚 So Good (An Alpha Dogs) by Nicola Rendell



























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On the roof of a house outside Truelove, Maine, master carpenter Max Doyle looks down through a skylight and sees the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. She’s naked, she’s gorgeous, and everything about her is perfect, down to the ball-busting tattoo of a rose that wraps around her hip. But it isn’t just any woman making his knees buckle. It’s his best friend, Rosie Madden. And as he stands there, mesmerized and precariously close to toppling off the roof, he knows he’ll never, ever be able to look at her the same way again.

Rosie can’t help but notice that Max is suddenly acting very strange—lots of long stares, totally tongue-tied, and not at all like the slightly cocky hunk she’s proud to call her best friend. She can’t figure it out, until later that night when Max rescues her from the world’s worst date, challenges her to a game of pool, and shows her just exactly what she’s got him thinking about. Repeatedly.

But life is complicated. Rosie’s cat, Julia Caesar, wants to eat Max’s dog Cupcake for an afternoon snack. A dream job threatens to pull them apart. And another glance through the skylight changes everything, one more time. Yet try as they might, they can’t go back to being just friends, because falling in love with the one you’ve always adored?

It feels so good.


















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Max

I wasn’t planning to see her naked—I swear to God, I wasn’t. The day was a scorcher, one of those godforsaken New England summer days that makes a guy wonder how he ever said fuck you to winter. I stood on the roof her house, three stories above the Maine woods, with a far-off view of the ocean. It was pretty, yeah, like the kind of shit real estate companies put on complimentary calendars. But in that heat, it was like standing on top of a goddamned toaster, turned all the way to burnt. I could feel that shit in my socks, straight through my work boots. At my feet was a stack of shake shingles, old school, to replace the ones that were missing. Her house had a few slow leaks, and one over her bathroom that made the ceiling look like a huge Rorschach test. She said it definitely looked like a rose in bloom, I said it definitely looked like Batman. But I told her hidden meanings wouldn’t make shit for difference when the ceiling collapsed into the tub, so there I was. Fucking miserable work, but I was glad to do it. Glad to do anything for her—anything she needed at all.
In the forest on every side around the cottage, the cicadas screeched. It sounded like a needle squeaking off a record player. I knelt down by the stack of shingles, using my utility knife to score a line through one to fit a nearby gap. I snapped it with my hands and tossed the scrap end off the edge of the roof. A trickle of sweat ran down my forehead, and I wiped my face with my forearm. One droplet got away, sparkling in the sun. It caught my eye, and I watched it fall, as it landed on the skylight window with a splat.
​And that was when it happened. Boom.
​There she was, right under me. She couldn’t have been more than six feet away, but she felt even closer. I had a direct line of sight down into her gorgeous, soft cleavage, bright and pure in the sunshine. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the surprise of seeing her, but at first I didn’t really process that it was Rosie at all. My dude brain said, I want that woman.
​Then my regular brain said, Don’t be an asshole, man. It’s Rosie. Have some respect.
Respect I definitely had, but of course I’d thought about seeing her naked before. She was so fucking beautiful that any man would have thought about it. Sometimes, like right then looking down into her dress, I couldn’t fucking help it. Sometimes we’d be out doing something ordinary, like eating dinner, or I’d be changing her oil, or she’d be teaching me to do shit I should have learned at some point in the last 34 years, like iron a dress shirt without screwing up the collar, and I’d catch myself watching her cleavage rise and fall as she breathed, or thinking how nice her legs were, and I’d think, Holy hell.
Now she was directly underneath the skylight. The angle of the sun cast my shadow down the roofline, away from the skylight, so I didn’t give myself away. Like that, I watched her. I gave in to my dude brain and just took her in. Her light brown hair glinted, and a beam of light caught the curve of her shoulder.
That was when the goddamned striptease started, beginning with the left strap of her sundress.
Her movements were graceful, sexy, sassy—the sway of her hips, the shake of her shoulders. I realized I might be in real fucking trouble, because I loved that sexy sass. It wasn’t normal Rosie-cute. It was naughty, like nothing I’d ever seen her do before. I liked it so much, I couldn’t look away. She shimmied out of her sundress, and it fell to the floor in a pool at her feet. No big deal, I tried to tell myself. I’d seen her in her bikini a thousand times. This was no different from that.
Except it was, because then she reached around to undo her bra. Before I could tell myself Don’t look, dude. It’s Rosie, don’t look, it was too fucking late. The straps slid down off her shoulders, and for one perfect second got caught on her nipples, swinging in the air before falling to the floor.
Holy…
I pressed my clenched fist to my mouth and groaned into my hand. All my blood was leaving my head. The roofline was getting wobbly.
It wasn’t like I didn’t know her curves; we’d spent whole summers on the beach—I knew her shape and her softness, I knew her lines and her freckles. Every curve of Rosie Madden was sacred in my book. Fucking douchebags on the beach giving her eyes had to answer to me and my eyes, right behind her. She did that to me—I was one punch away from defending her honor, always. But this? This was different. Seeing your best friend in a bikini at a clam bake is one thing. Protecting your best friend from assholes with wandering eyes is part of the guy-girl best friend creed. But seeing your best friend, absolutely naked in her bedroom, without knowing she can see you? That was a different deal.
…Shit.
Part of me knew I should keep my eyes off of her. She thought she was in private, I had no business spying. Anyway, I didn’t want to be that guy. I hated that guy. But the other part of me, fuck. The other part of me was nothing but want.
Then she bent at the hips, and time slowed down, like some kind of stop-motion Jackie Chan kung fu sequence. All the cicadas went silent, at least in my head they did. The wind stopped blowing through the trees. It was just her, and her perfection, in the sunshine underneath me. I felt like I was on one of those glass-bottomed boats, looking at a world I never knew existed.
She tossed her bra aside, and it landed on her neatly made bed. She shimmied out of her panties, shaking her ass as she did. I growled into my fist, and that’s when I went down into a crouch.
Because as she shimmied I saw it in a V above her ass. My kryptonite. A skimpy thong.
All these years, all these decades, I’d had her pegged for cute cotton panties—pastel polka dots, thin stripes, shit that was sweet and sensible. But I was so fucking wrong. Black. Strappy. Tiny. Not sensible at all. Now it was in a rolled-up ball at her ankles. Using her toes, she plucked her panties from the floor, and caught them on one finger.
Fucking A.
She was completely naked, not a thread on her. Every thought I’d ever had got sucked out of my brain, like dishwater down the sink drain. What was left was only one true thing, and it wasn’t about her ass, or her skin, or her breasts. It was the one thing I think I’d always known but never let myself feel. Until that moment.
She is the most beautiful woman in the world.
Part of the reason I thought that was, yeah, obviously, she was fucking stunning, every inch of her straight out of a dream. Not just my dream, either. Guys would slow down on Main Street to give her the elevator stare, and I’d quietly crack my knuckles and give them don’t-you-fucking-dare stares. But the other part, the part that wasn’t in my gut but that was in my heart, was that I fucking adored her. Adored her so hard it hurt.
She crouched down to pick up her dress, lifting the delicate straps with her small, sweet fingers. She pivoted, so I had a view of her other side of her body for the first time. There it was.
The tattoo.
I groaned again. I wasn’t prepared for this shit; three stories up, that body was dangerous. It was a rose tattoo, snaking around her hip, on the milk-white skin that was always under her bikini bottoms. The part of her I’d never seen. It was serious ink, real art, not some namby-pamby temporary tattoo or some amateur shit she might’ve gotten in an hour at a tattoo parlor on a dare on a cruise to Puerto Rico. It was complicated, detailed, and artful. Multiple visits to some tattoo artist, touching that creamy skin—goddamn.
It took every fucking ounce of strength I had, but I did manage to look away. I felt as disoriented as if I’d been sucker punched. Not cotton—lace. Not cute—hot. Not my friend—my fucking fantasy.
She was so important to me, such an integral part of my world, that I’d never let myself think of her as more than what she was. She was like running water, or electricity, or the sunshine itself. She was one of those things that was perfect exactly as it was, and one of those things only an idiot would want to change. I never looked at her and thought, I wish I could have more of her than I do already. That would be like thinking, I wish I could turn that cold glass of water into a swimming pool. Or, I wish electricity came through the air. Fuck that noise. Perfect things are perfect things, and Rosie Madden was a perfect goddamned thing, from the tips of her toes to the freckles on her nose. And that rose, holy fuck, that rose.
I was strong, but not that strong, and I let my eyes move down again. She’d disappeared from view, mostly, except for the edge of her ass. I watched her rifle through her closet, and a few dresses fluttered onto her bed. On her bedside table, I caught a glimpse of the picture she always kept there, of the two of us together. The memories flew back at me like a runaway train. The first time I’d ever seen her was the day my parents and I moved to Truelove, at the start of middle school. The first time I ever saw her, she was volunteering at the community gardens. She had a smudge of dirt on her cheek, and I thought she’d looked super badass. I’d helped her dig up carrots and had been too fucking tongue-tied to say a goddamned word.
That’s how I felt, all over again times a thousand.
I’d never made a move. She’d cried on my shoulder through a line of guys who were never good enough for her. Jocks and pricks and a brief and seriously unfortunate stint with a guy who was a drummer for a reggae band who I hated so much it made me grind my teeth. But I never said shit about it. She was perfect even when she made mistakes. Tips of her toes. Freckles on her nose.
Never mind that rose. Like Banksy took on a temple.
One more time, I glanced down. Now she was sitting on her bed, and I saw that dark V shadow between her thighs. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I watched her put on a pair of red panties. Equally skimpy, equally not-sensible, equally ball-busting. They were only tragic because they hid the parts of her I’d never seen before.
Christ. All. Mighty.
As the world started to spin, I realized fixing the shingles could wait. I’d been working on old houses long enough to know that if you found yourself on a dangerously sloping roof and felt like you might be less than 100% on the ball, you needed to reconsider your game plan. I needed to get my shit together—that body had me totally fucking derailed. So I made my way down the roof, basically bouldering down backward. I focused on my grip, and my steps, like a climber coming down from Everest without enough oxygen. When I got to the gutter, I worked my way around the corner, standing on the eave, and hooked my leg over my ladder, making sure to put one foot after another and keep a tight grip on every rung.
When I stepped off the ladder, I grabbed a bottle of water that she’d left for me and filled up my palm and then splashed my face. My sweat stung my eyes through the droplets of water, and I rubbed away the tears. I heard the hinges on the screen door creak. “All done?” she asked.
I opened my eyes. They stung like hell, but I didn’t give a fuck. There she was, in a dress I’d seen before. Striped and sweet. But now I knew the secret. There were red panties under there. Red. Cherry red. My eyes fell on that part of her hip that I knew was inked.
“Max?”
I managed somehow to snap out of it. “Sorry. Getting there. Spotted something weird with the skylight.”
Rosie cocked her head. “Were you up there? Above my room?”
Awesome, dude. Smooth. “Just noticed it out of the corner of my eye.”
“I don’t like you being on the roof.” She pursed her lips. “Too steep. Promise you’ll get some ropes up there or something? Promise?” She reached out and put her hand to my arm, her fingers with their short pink nails pressing into my tanned skin. I had a quick but totally unavoidable image of her gripping my forearm in a very different situation. I want that. So fucking...
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
When I didn’t answer—I knew that if I opened my mouth the first words out would be You. Me. Right Now.—she looked up at the roof and squinted into the sun. She peered suspiciously up at me and shifted her nose, kind of like a bunny. Adorable. She wasn’t very tall, so whenever she looked at me she had to lift her chin, which used to be cute. But now looked…like everything I’d ever wanted. “Have you had too much sun?”
​I was vaguely aware that she’d said some words, but I wasn’t hearing them because I realized that I couldn’t see her bra straps, so that had to mean she was she was wearing a strapless…
Knock. That. Shit. Off. “I’m good.”
“Mmm.” She nodded and furrowed her delicate eyebrows, which had never looked so pretty as they did at that moment. I didn’t even know eyebrows could be pretty. They’re eyebrows, for fuck’s sake. But suddenly I felt like for the last ten years, I’d been looking at her through a standard definition television, with a shitty cable connection. Now someone had handed me an HDMI cable, and she was in 1080 dots per inch. Christ.
“Lemme make you a sandwich. You’re acting strange.”
Rather than answer her, I dumped the remaining half a bottle of water over my head, like Andre Agassi used to do between break points at the French Open.
“Ham? Or turkey? I’ve got both. Or chicken salad!” She clapped her hands together, compressing her cleavage. “Do you want a pickle?”
She means an actual pickle, you fuckwit. “Surprise me,” I told her, and dragged my eyes off the curve of her cleavage. I grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and pressed it to my eyes. I had to get out of there. I needed a cold shower, or a call from my tax guy, or an unexpectedly urgent trip to the DMV—anything to stop myself seeing her stark naked every goddamned time I looked at her. Anything to get my mind off that ink.
As I wiped my face, she cleared her throat, and I dropped my shirt. “What?”
She pressed her lips together and rocked back on her sandals. “Nothing!”
I followed her eyes and glanced down at my fly, but the stallion was still in the barn. “Come on,” I said, finding myself smiling right along with her. “What are you looking at?”
“Just…” She swallowed hard. “Looking good there, champ.” She glanced at my stomach, where I’d shown her my bare abs. She made a fist and gave me a mock punch, soft and sweet. “That P90X is working great for you.”
Here we go again with the fitness videos. For everything else she was—beautiful, smart, funny—she was also a fucking ball-buster sometimes. She’d worked up this whole narrative that I spent my nights with Tony Horton on my houseboat, getting cut and doing reps while I drank protein shakes with a straw straight from the blender. It was her only explanation for why I didn’t have a girlfriend. P90X it had to be, she’d said. Or maybe, she’d whispered like a co-conspirator, “Jazzercise.” Now, though, I had a better idea than ever about why I was so picky: not a single woman held a candle to her. I’d been fucking blind to it, but now the mist had burned right off. “I’ve never even seen the opening sequence. Never have. Never will.”
“They’re streaming now!”
​“Christ.”
Rosie snorted and made a long wheeeeee. “Sure. Surrrrrrre,” she said, stifling her giggle. “One ham-and-turkey, coming right up.” She spun on her sandals and disappeared into the house. Hips swinging. Red panties invisible, but not to me.
Not anymore.













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Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.


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Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Review: Love on the Mat

Love on the Mat Love on the Mat by Winter Travers
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

OH Tate, you sweet, dangerous, sexy, funny, complicated , mystery of a man. Hadley , you sweet, overworked, unpaid, misunderstood, greatest aunt in the world woman. Together you two are my spirit couple! I love the no holds bars between you both, and the love that grows. I love this series. I can't wait to see the other two boys go down!

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Review: Dropkick My Heart

Dropkick My Heart Dropkick My Heart by Winter Travers
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Winter Traver's about made me pee on myself. And you know what , I wouldn't have been mad. This book, this new series is a hoot! I laughed, I giggles, I even took some notes on how to get someone back. This series is different from her MC romances , and even her street racing series. This one is pure fun, the drama is even funny , and I for one can't wait to read more from this series. In all of Winter's books she writes , she tells a wonderful story, one that you can see yourself in. And I personally love how her books aren't sex driven. Is there sex oh heck ya , but it isn't every chapter, or every other page. You have got to get this one, and be sure you go pee before you start reading. Trust me!


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Review: Date Me

Date Me Date Me by Logan Chance
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

my my my what a gem of a read I found. This little gem had me laughing, crying, gasping and even re reading to make sure I read it right. It has the drama, the romance, the best outcome. I can't wait to read the other three books in the series!!
Reviewed by GypsyBelle
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Monday, July 17, 2017

Review: Stay Close

Stay Close Stay Close by Alexa Riley
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I have always been a sucker for epilogues , I love finding out if the happy ever after really happen. This is a epilogue going 18yrs into the future! This was about Penelope Justice ( Ryan & Paige's daughter from His Alone) and her newest bodyguard Ivan. It is instant , hot, sexy, over the top, alpha male , sweet, need more read. It is a short (80pages) but in true Alexa Riley style , it isn't lacking for much. I can't wait to see who Penelope's twin sister Pandora gets , he is going to have to be one hell of a man.
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Sunday, July 16, 2017

Review: Alpha Geek

Alpha Geek Alpha Geek by Milly Taiden
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Is it sad to say this is my first book my Milly Taiden? I don't know why I haven't read anything from her before. And now after reading this , I will be reading more from her. Knox was a dirty , geeky before the change but after HOLY multi-shifter! I fell for Knox, hard too. He was everything a shiftier needs to be, sweet, hot, sexy, overprotective, yet knows when to let you do your thing. Scarlett was a wonderful female lead, she was strong, yet girly. She knew how to kick some major butt! All around I really enjoyed this books, and now if you will excuse me I must go in search of other books by Milly!

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Friday, July 14, 2017

Review: Built Strong

Built Strong Built Strong by C.M. Steele
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Sorry this one was NOT my favorite. To me there was no story, no climax other than a misunderstanding. It was rushed and felt like it wasn't part of the series. Morgan/Julian just didn't do it for me, sadly until the end and it was 20+ years later.
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Review: Built To Last

Built To Last Built To Last by C.M. Steele
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Another 3.5 stars from me, while I did enjoy Joseph and Rachel's story a little better , I still have a few "huh"," what?" moments. Like the whole parent thing, I got it, but it was just strange. But Joseph is the oldest of the Middletons and all I want to say is lighten up Joe. But no worries , Rachel does help. And of course it is an instant love, love making everywhere. And the best part is the 20+ epilogue!!

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Review: Built For Me

Built For Me Built For Me by C.M. Steele
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

3.5 stars. It was an instant love , caveman, over bearing, over the top and fun story. Jacob/Harley are a cute couple who fornicate everywhere ! But my favorite part is the 20+ years later epilogue , I have always loved those to let us know they are still madly in love and had 40 kids ( just kidding )

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Review: Book Boyfriend

Book Boyfriend Book Boyfriend by Claire Kingsley
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

4.5 stars for this enchanting first time read author. Alex , was lovable from the very beginning, Mia oh Mia you are a book sister! I really enjoy this book , I laughed, cried, and even had to close my kindle and give myself a moment to continue. I can't wait to read the next book , and the next and next ( hint hint)
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Saturday, July 8, 2017

Review: Single Dad Shifter

Single Dad Shifter Single Dad Shifter by T. S. Ryder
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I voluntarily reviewed this book , and I just can't seem to get my head wrapped around it. I ended up skipping to the last two chapters and reading it from there. I just couldn't seem to get past the beginning, I wasn't a huge fan of Arabella, something about her actions, and thought just got to me . Over all the ending was great, but the beginning was slow.
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Thursday, July 6, 2017

Review: Naughty Boss

Naughty Boss Naughty Boss by Whitney G.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I don't know who made me laugh more Mya with her emails with her bestie or Michael with his reply to her accidental slip of the send button. Great office romance, cute dialogue between everyone, and wonderful outcome. HOT , and sexy with just enough to keep you hot under the collar. I will be checking out Whitney's other books!
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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Review: Spread

Spread Spread by Penny Wylder
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Libby and Julian was a H.O.T couple. But this book to me didn't have much of a story line. It was mostly her " loving to dance" and then they would sneak off have sex , then that's it. I mean it did have some drama,and I enjoyed how it played out, I just wish for more. It was a well written, sexy, fun to read short story , just wished for more.

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Sunday, July 2, 2017

Review: Love in Time: Time Travel Short

Love in Time: Time Travel Short Love in Time: Time Travel Short by Q. Zayne
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Wham , bam , what the heck happen? Short story with a good start, but then ...BOOM . It made no sense , and there was no interaction between the two mains other than sex. I need , no it needs more.
Reviewed by GypysBelle
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Review: Captured by the Alien Dragon: Sci-Fi Alien Abduction Romance

Captured by the Alien Dragon: Sci-Fi Alien Abduction Romance Captured by the Alien Dragon: Sci-Fi Alien Abduction Romance by Natalie Frost
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

I am still trying to figure out what the hell I just read. I mean it has good bones to it , but needs to total overhaul. I can't seem to express my words with this book. But what got me the most is the ending ....WTH happen , did they get married, pregnant , save the world WHAT!!!!!

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