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Tangled and Bound by Emily Ryan-Davis

“If you were mine, I wouldn’t cover you up with that blanket.  I’d make you spread your knees wide and lift your dress so anybody who looked could see how pretty and wet you are.”

cover55011-mediumTitle:  Tangled and Bound

Series:  Blue Room VIPs Book #3

Author:  Emily Ryan-Davis

Rate: B

The powerful, magnetic man seated beside Melanie Burke on a flight to Las Vegas could have walked straight out of one of Melanie’s dog-eared romance novels. When he strikes up a conversation with her on the late-evening flight, fictional fantasies become knee-weakening, panty-soaking, feminine-core-clenching reality…a reality she wants to revisit again and again. 
But when jaded club owner Sam Fletcher informs Melanie that his plans don’t include a long-term relationship with an impulsive young blonde for whom submission is more than likely a passing whim, Melanie throws herself into convincing him she is exactly the woman he wants, needs, and can’t live without.

Thoughts:  This erotic little tale certainly wastes no time diving right in…can you imagine meeting a stranger on a plane and letting him do naughty, wicked things to you?  Well, that is exactly what Melanie does…and it is certainly surreal!  It fits right with every erotic romance reader, as that is how their conversation starts – over a popular erotic novel she is reading on the plane – when he decides to make her curiosity become reality!  Unfortunately, it’s when the plane lands that things start to go a little haywire…..can they make their little bit fun in the sky turn into more?

This was a well written tale about Melanie who was looking to explore the BDSM world, and she found just the dom to do it in the more experienced Sam, who had a moment here or there where he could have stood being knocked down a peg or two.  He was a very likeable character, but in his mind Melanie was just going through a “phase” so he tried scaring her off at one point – which was certainly not his finest moment.  Melanie was great – she knew her mind, knew what she wanted – and she was determined not let anything phase her from that.  I admired her determination.  It was a well written book, and there are certainly some books that a that are out there of this genre that are super-popular that are much worse than this one – I won’t point out any titles (or colors).  Well, done…I’ll have to read more from this author and from this series…it certainly caught my attention that’s for sure…and I’ll definitely think about this book every time I board a plane, that’s for sure!…LOL

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Perfect Stranger by KB Alan

“No, sir.  Just you.  Just your orders.  And your touch.”

cover52758-mediumTitle:  Perfect Stranger

Author:  KB Alan

Rate: B

Dana goes into the BDSM club not quite sure what she needs in order to move forward with her life. When she discovers the club is hosting a charity auction, she makes a desperate plan. If she can secure one of the men being auctioned, maybe she can find the peace that she’s been looking for. A stranger with no expectations—it just might work.

Eric agrees to be part of the club’s annual charity auction because he’s between subs at the moment, and it’s for a good cause. He’s a Dom used to knowing what a sub needs in a scene with him and how best to provide it. But what happens when the thing a sub needs most is for Eric to drop to his knees at her feet?

This is a SHORT story (approximately 13k words)

Thoughts:  This is a sexy little short story about a women trying to get back into the BDSM scene after her former Dom dies.  She honestly planned to re-enter the scene slowly, but after her eyes lock onto Eric at a charity auction, she can’t help but bid on him!  But what is she going to do with him not that she has two hours in his company – and the playroom of her choice to play in?

It’s always a bit iffy with these short stories for me – sometimes they feel incomplete, sometimes rushed, etc.  I enjoyed this one – however, it did feel a bit like someone just took out a few chapters of a full length novel and said, “Here you go!”  I wanted more – which is a good thing…:) The negative part?  It just seemed a bit incomplete to me.  I also didn’t feel a complete connection to the characters because of the length.  Additionally, considering the characters just met, it felt a bit unrealistic that Dana would confide so much into Eric.

All in all, it was good story and a good read – particularly if you’re looking for a quick read.  I would be very interested to see what the author can do with a full-length novel.  This was my first book by this author, but I will be looking for more by the author…:)

This is 2.5 in the Perfect Fit series and is preceded by Perfect Formation and Perfect Alignment.

Picture Her Bound by Sidney Bristol

81UakoV6M1L._SL1500_Blurb:  Officer Odalia Foucheaux is a desperate woman. Incriminating photographs of her after-hours job as a fetish model have been stolen, and she’s willing to break rules to get them back. Standing in her way? The very dominant bounty hunter Jacques Savoy.   
Jacques has been watching out for Officer Foucheaux. He wants her safe from harm as much as he desires her body, her soul—and her submission. Odalia’s in trouble and struggling to walk the line of the law. His solution? Work together to find out who stole her pictures, what the thief wants and how to stop him. And if they find a pleasure unlike any other along the way, well, laissez les bons temps rouler. 
Let the good times roll.

Excerpt:  Odalia Foucheaux pulled her hair up in a messy knot on top of her head and glared at the man strapped to a metal pole in the men’s restroom. Through the windows behind her victim, the lights of New Orleans glittered as another Christmas drew to a close on the bayou. The drunken carousing was in full swing, but tonight it wasn’t her problem.

Tonight she was just a woman with a gun and a mission she hated more than her worst enemy.

The sounds of the loud bar echoed through the restroom, disguising the snitch’s babbling.

Kenny Douglas was a police informant known for caving under pressure. He’d given a lot of bad information over the years, and at least one officer had taken a bullet for this piece of shit’s bad intel.

“You’re crazy, bitch. Someone, help!” Kenny tried to twist, but the leather belt held him in place. He had a bump on his head, but she hadn’t been able to help that. He was a small man, about five-eight, just her size. Taking him by surprise had been her best option.

The law-abiding cop in her screamed, revolted by how low she’d sunk. But if she didn’t protect herself, no one would. It was a lesson she’d learned early on in life, but never had it brought her to such a dark place.

“I’m off the clock, Kenny. This little chat? It’s just between you and me.” Odalia sauntered toward him, hating herself and Kenny for putting her in this position. If she could put it all to rights, she could pretend like this chapter in her life had never happened at all.

“What do you want?” Sweat poured down Kenny’s brow, and his skin was bright red from the large quantities of alcohol he’d sucked down before going to relieve himself. Idiot hadn’t even realized who’d sent him more drinks through the course of the evening.

Besides, Odalia had needed the time to talk herself into this. There was no turning back once she’d begun. She’d always followed the rules, kept her nose clean and kept her life outside the uniform quiet. Until now.

“I’m going to ask you once, Kenny. Who wanted you to steal the camera?” She pushed her leather jacket back over her hips, letting the petty criminal catch a glimpse of the piece she carried. Not her officer-issued gun, she wasn’t stupid.

“I didn’t steal no camera. You got to believe me,” he wailed.

Odalia glared at the man. After the camera had turned up missing during a break in the photo shoot, she’d found a jacket with Kenny’s name stitched on the breast. It had been tossed over the barbed-wire fence around the studio her blazing-hot photographer friend had rented for the Christmas Eve shoot. She knew Kenny had been there. And she knew someone must have put him up to stealing the camera. Kenny wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box.

Which made her wonder, who put him up to it? Who knew about her off-the-clock gig?

She modeled lingerie, underwear and funky clothing for a couple of small businesses for their websites and advertisements, never showing her face. The work was commercial, but she’d wanted to do something different. Something more artistic, like the Inked photo shoot.

A local Dominant had asked her to do an artistic BDSM photo shoot, one that touched on that most private aspect of her lifestyle. For anyone else she’d have said no. But there was something about the chocolate-skinned man that got to her. The shoot had been more intense than many play sessions she’d had, and she’d allowed herself to go further than she would have with a new scene partner.

Her commanding officer wouldn’t understand the kinky nature of the photographs, wouldn’t see them for the beautiful portrayal of bondage and submission that they were.

She pulled the empty gun from her waistband. Her piece normally gave her comfort, but now it was a dead weight, pulling her down to the ground.

“Oh fuck.” Kenny thrashed, twisting around the pole, but the belt held him fast.

“Kenny, I’m not going to ask again.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, crazy bitch!”

I don’t want to do this. I wish there was another way.

Odalia shook her head and sighed. “Kenny—”

Someone pounded on the bathroom door.

“Hey—” Kenny snapped his teeth together so loud they clicked.

Odalia lifted the gun and laid a finger over his lips. “Just a second,” she yelled over her shoulder.

The door burst inward. A man clothed head-to-toe in black barged in and tackled Odalia, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

She went down hard, grunting as she banged her knee, and the gun slid from her grasp. She knocked the side of her head on the floor, jarring her teeth. The scent of urine, grime and sweat filled her nostrils and her skin crawled, disgust churning her stomach. She kicked and thrashed, but the man was bigger and stronger than her.

“Don’t fight me, bébé,” a deep, husky voice said.

Odalia gasped. What the fuck was he doing here?

“This ain’t the way.” He hoisted her to her feet and grabbed the gun, shoving it in a deep coat pocket.

Fils de putain,” she spat and twisted in his hold, but his grip on her arm was like iron.

“You.” He pointed at Kenny with his free hand. “Don’t utter a word of this. Do you know who I am?”

Kenny’s complexion resembled a ghost’s on All Hallow’s Eve. He nodded, eyes large. “Bounty hunter. Y-you’re Savoy.”

“You know who I work with?”

“B-Bayou Hunters.”

“A peep outta you and the gators’ll be your best friends,” he drawled, voice low and dangerous. “If I don’t get you, one of my team will.”

“Y-yes.” Kenny nodded hard enough that he cracked the back of his head against the metal pole.

Jacques Savoy turned toward her. His dark complexion communicated tightly wound aggression. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak disrespectfully of my mamma. Now, you’re coming with me,bébé.”

“No, I am not.”

Odalia tried to wrench her arm out of his grasp, but the bastard wasn’t letting her go. He dragged her through the drunken crowd of the Bourbon Street bar and out onto the strip, ducking onto a side street at the first opportunity. The entire district around the iconic street was one big party every night of the year, but the side streets were quieter, though no cleaner. She smelled the build-up of refuse over the Christmas holiday, stale beer and other elements she didn’t want to identify.

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” She kicked the back of his leg and twisted, getting free of his grasp and whirling away.

Odalia dashed toward the beckoning light of the street, only to be jerked back by her jacket. She threw an elbow and hit his ribs. Her lower arm went numb, and he didn’t so much as grunt.

“That’s it,” he grumbled and shoved her into the nearest brick wall, pinning her.

“Fuck you,” she growled and tried to throw her weight against him. She might have been obedient and eager during their photo shoot, but this wasn’t the set, and it wasn’t a dungeon.

“Take a deep breath and use your fucking head, officer.” He spat the last word.

Odalia bit her lip. His voice jarred her to clarity. Her body reacted to him despite her resolve not to. He was too potent to resist. She hated whoever had orchestrated the theft. She hated herself for sinking low. And she hated this man for seeing her at her worst.

Hot tears of rage fell on her cheek. She was powerless, completely helpless after she’d vowed to never again allow herself to be a victim. And here she was. A victim once more.

“Shh, bébé. Shh. I’m here. We’re going to fix this.” His arms wrapped around her from behind, and his big body cradled her.

For once in her life, she wanted to believe the lies someone spoke.

If only Jacques could fix it.

Review for Picture Her Bound:  Series:  Bayou Bound Book #1  Rating:  B

     This was a cute, quick read, and one that I enjoyed.  You should be aware however, that it is novella length – which is what I found most disappointing about it.  The storyline is a good one, the characters captivating enough that you want to see more of them, and enough of a mystery/conflict that it could have made for an even better full length novel.  I, personally, would have liked a to see a bit more of the build-up of attraction between these two characters – but that’s my own personal opinion on what I like to see.  That is part of my own personal dissatisfaction with novellas – these authors are such amazing writers with such good, intriguing storylines that I want so much more!  It is really a credit to the author’s writing…:)  Disregarding my opinion, it is certainly a solid read.

This one wastes no time in kicking off the storyline, and things really roll quite smoothly and efficiently.  There are no ebbs or lulls, and it wastes no time with fluff….just gets straight to the nitty-gritty bare-bones of the story.  I thought the ‘thief’ aspect would up a little too quickly, and simply not enough reasoning behind why he was willing to go to such lengths to go against Odalia – for all the drama about it, it was just a little too easy.  I guess that is the real crux of the matter – it lacks a little depth in the overall execution of the story.  Things are a little too pat and a little too simplistic for a novel full of intrigue and suspicion.

Of course, if you’re in the mood for a ‘quickie’ read, you can’t really go wrong with this one!

Buy Link:  Amazon

She’s All Tied Up by Cathryn Cade

819B2X6DPiL._SL1500_Title:  She’s All Tied Up

Series:  Club 3 Series Book #2

Author:  Cathryn Cade

Rating:  A

His control sets her free…and her trust throws him for a loop.  Carlie Milton is finally out from under her judgmental mother’s thumb. She has a great job, great friends, a loving father and brother… but her love life is a series of disasters.  When she’s rescued from her latest dating debacle by bodybuilder Jake Stone, she can’t resist his invitation to his BDSM club. The results are orgasmic, and Carlie comes back for more…until the night she goes all in. And Jake’s reaction, driven by a ghost from his past, drives her back into her shell.  An ex-Marine, Jake believes self-discipline and control are the only things holding his life together. Until Carlie. Her lush body, tender vulnerability and unquestioning trust shake him to the core, jarring loose the tight lid he keeps on his demons—at the worst possible time.  Now, to help her find the courage to try again, he’s going to have to do something he’s never done before. Make peace with his past…and convince himself that leading with his heart doesn’t have to end in pain.

Warning: Contains a hard-nosed ex-Marine with a soft heart and a way with knots, and a plucky heroine who isn’t afraid to let him learn to navigate her curves.

Review:  I simply couldn’t wait to get my hands on this book after reading the first one in this series.  And in this case, the wait was well worth it!  I enjoyed this book just as much as the first one in the series.  So, if you’re looking for a little naughty to go with your nice, look no further than the antics at Club 3!

Carlie is your typical girl with low self-esteem – after being told over and over by her mother than she needs to lose weight, Carlie has begun to believe it.  And her experiences with men certainly hasn’t changed her opinion.  Lucky for her, she’s got great friends who support her and do their level best to convince her otherwise!

When one of them finds her happy-but-naughty ever after with one of the owners of the club, Carlie winds up attracted to one of the other owners of this BDSM club.  The problem is the one she wants sees her as strictly vanilla….and he’s…well, not.  But when he sees her application cross his desk, all bets are off!

Cade has a talent for striking the perfect balance between naughty and nice – while still leaving you with an excellent storyline that captivates you.  It’s hot, hot, HOT, while still maintaining enough heart to satisfy the most die-hard of romantics.  LOVE this series, and can’t wait for Book #3!!

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