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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


Smiley by Laurann Dohner

“I’m turned on.  I rumble.  It’s a good thing.”

51av6l+bzcLTitle:  Smiley

Author:  Laurann Dohner

Rate: A

Vanni is furious when her fiancé tricks her into attending a conference where his father’s church is protesting the New Species Organization. She hates everything those vile bigots stand for. Vanni goes to the bar to cool off and ends up seated next to a handsome New Species. Things heat up fast when they are both drugged.

Smiley doesn’t want to believe the sweet human would dose them with the breeding drug. He’s willing to trust her and determined to save her life. He’ll hold her. Protect her. Offer up his body to distract them both from the pain. She is his female, even if she doesn’t realize it yet.

Thoughts:  Laurann Dohner and her New Species series is my absolute favorite series right now, and Smiley is a beautiful change of pace from Darkness.  Darkness started to make me feel as if the series was starting to wan a bit, but Smiley threw that idea right out the window.  Vanni made for a beautiful, but innocent pawn, being given a human version of breeding drug in a bar along with Smiley who is also drugged.  The ploy is caught early enough that the only ones made to suffer are Vanni and Smiley – which makes some very erotic and steamy moments between these two!  The drugs have them turned on in for each other in no time flat, and – Oh, wow – the chemistry between these two practically leaps off the pages!  You may just need some cool down time yourself afterward…;)

This one is a steamy read that’s for sure. 

I loved seeing this series get back on track.  It was just a whole different pace in comparison to the whole series, and stood out on its own in comparison to all the rest.  With thirteen books in this series, I can honestly say that this is one of those few that will stick out with the other fan favorites in the long term that I will remember overall.  Smiley was a hit  for this series – LOVED IT!

RELEASE DAY: FREED by Stacey Kennedy


Title:  FREED (CLUB SIN # 3.5)

Genre:  Contemporary Romance/Erotica

Release date: November 4, 2014

Blurb:  Mary Schmidt knows only too well how thrilling a Master’s touch can be. Her husband, Charles, had been her ultimate fantasy, a seducer in the erotic dance of dominance and submission. She misses the sensual lifestyle they shared, but mourns him so deeply she cannot bear to embrace her submissive needs with another Dom—until a man who exudes temptation reawakens desires she can no longer deny.

Elliott Foster is dazzled by Mary. He instantly knows that she’s the woman he’s been waiting for—a woman who turns games into need. As her Master, he dares to unlock the deepest pleasures of her flesh, releasing her from pain and healing her mind. When Mary’s lithe body comes to life under his, he knows their connection goes beyond sex. Now that he has found the perfect woman, the perfect partner, the perfect submissive, he desires only to give her everything she craves.

Buy Link:  Amazon

Excerpt:  Mary drove past the iron gate minutes before six o’clock and up the cobblestone driveway toward the Georgian-style mansion. Set back from the road, the redbrick residence was decorated with black shutters and white pillars. Flowers embellished every inch of the grounds, as did olive and Australian willow trees. Dmitri Pratt and Presley Flynn’s home was breathtakingly beautiful yet commanding in its own way, too.

She approached the circular portion of the driveway, and parked her car behind a limousine. As she turned off the engine to her Mercedes convertible, Mary tried to figure out whom the limo could belong to. Since the chauffeur was waiting patiently in the vehicle, she doubted it belonged to her dear friend Dmitri. Besides, he had always preferred to drive himself.

Curious now, she grasped the wine bottle off the passenger seat, and as she exited the car the stifling Vegas air engulfed her. Her high heels clicked against the stone driveway as she made her way to the dark hardwood front door. When she reached the entrance and knocked, the light breeze fluttered the hem of her mauve sundress.

Only seconds passed before the door opened, and Dmitri’s girlfriend, Presley, greeted her, wearing a strapless yellow baby-doll dress. Mary thought even with dark eye makeup around her gorgeous emerald-green eyes and her curled blond hair, Presley still looked much younger than Mary’s own fifty years.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Mary,” Presley said with her sweet smile. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Mary returned the smile, stepping into the house and hugging her friend tightly. Since Presley had come into Dmitri’s life, she had made it a point to invite Mary over for a weekly dinner. At first Mary had refused the kind offer because she worried it would bring back too many memories. Dmitri reminded her of her late husband, Charles, whom she missed dearly. Though after Presley’s numerous invites Mary felt rude saying no. Now she enjoyed their get-togethers, even looking forward to them. She released Presley and said, “Thank you for having me. How are things?”

“Couldn’t be better. I told you, or I think we talked about, my hours at the clinic being cut back, which is good and bad financially, of course, but it’s giving Dmitri and me more time together.” Presley’s soft, gentle voice was so welcoming.

“Wonderful news.” Mary offered the bottle of wine. “A treat for dinner tonight. A nice white that I think will complement whatever you’re serving.”

“Yum. Thank you. Let’s go into the kitchen and talk a bit before we eat.” Presley turned and headed in that direction, her curls bouncing around her shoulders.

Mary smiled, as Presley reminded her a lot of herself when she was twenty-five years old—passionate about life. She removed her high heels, leaving them at the door like she always did, and looked around the foyer. A huge balcony curved around the entire upper floor, leading to a grand wooden staircase. Dmitri’s interior designer, someone that Mary had recommended when he built the home just over four years ago, had outdone herself. From the art on the walls, to the decorative sculptures, the house exuded wealth. One of her favorite paintings was the Edgar Degas—she wasn’t sure if it was a print or an original, Dmitri could afford either. She always admired the entrance no matter how many times she’d seen it before.

Her gaze lowered to the cherry hardwood floors, and her stomach tightened. In the basement was a secret not many knew of unless they were members of the elite and exclusive BDSM dungeon Club Sin. A club that Mary had never attended—in fact, she had no idea what it looked like, only that the club existed.

Even if Dmitri owned the dungeon and would no doubt allow her membership, many of the members were his close friends and presumably closer to his age, thirty-five years old, or younger. It was one thing to visit your friends’ home for dinner; it’s quite another to have a dialogue half naked and dressed for play. Besides, most of Club Sin’s members were still single and she doubted any of them had children—the differences in their lives were vast, and therefore playing at the club lacked in appeal in more ways than one.

After Charles, her husband and the father of her children, and also her best friend and Dom, passed away, just over four short years ago, her need to play in BDSM clubs died with him.

She sighed through those still-painful memories and followed Presley when she heard voices coming from the living room. Glancing to her left, she noted Dmitri sitting on one of the leather couches. His features were stern and focused on his conversation until his eyes met hers; then he smiled.

With his blond hair and piercing blue eyes, Dmitri was a handsome young man. Though she’d known Dmitri for more than ten years, the relationship between them had always been strictly platonic. “Mary,” Dmitri said, waving her into the room. “Please come in.”

She immediately noticed another man with a dark head of hair showing hints of gray on the sides. When he rose from his seat, her breathing faltered and her gaze drank him in.

“Mary Schmidt,” Dmitri said. “Please meet Elliott Foster.”

Elliott was tall, at least six-foot-three, and compared to Mary’s five-foot-six frame, he towered over her. He had a powerful physique, obviously a man who cared for himself and lived a healthy lifestyle. It’d been quite a while since she’d allowed herself to have an interest in another man, but this guy, she couldn’t look away.

He was undeniably gorgeous, and he looked to be right around her age.

Excitement shot through her when the side of Elliott’s mouth arched in a half-smile. He offered her his hand in greeting. “It’s my pleasure.”

“Likewise.” Mary slid her hand into his and heady warmth seeped from his strong fingers into hers; she felt drawn in to his spell.

His grip tightened slightly and he observed her. Nervously, she shifted on her feet from side to side, suddenly very unsure in her own skin.

She removed her hand from his, and couldn’t help but cast her gaze downward. Partly anxiety but partly a result of his presence, a natural response for her, and unfortunately something he would also detect and understand himself.

A long pause passed before Dmitri cleared his throat, drawing Mary’s attention. “Elliott is a close friend. We do a lot of business together.” His normal conversation pulled her back into their surroundings.

“Oh, do you work at the casino as well?” she asked, keeping her focus on Dmitri, attempting to settle the racing of her heart. Without having Elliott confirm it, she knew he was a Dom—for those in the lifestyle, it was instinctual. She could tell by his observation of her, the knowing smile, and the desire in his eyes. Possibly even in the way he commanded his space within the room. She didn’t know if he played at Club Sin or somewhere else, but experience led her to identify a sexual Dominant.

“I invest in many companies,” Elliott replied, his voice smooth and alluring, holding mystery. “Dmitri’s casino is one of them.”

She sensed his stare and peeked at him. When their eyes locked on each other, her stomach somersaulted. She realized this was the first time she’d been around a mature Dom since Charles had died.

The effect rattled her, because she was aroused, interested, and she liked it.

An unnerving ache sizzled between her thighs, reminding her she’d been neglecting her own needs. When Charles was alive their relationship was very sexual and they enjoyed their play in and out of the dungeon. She’d always been a submissive and fiercely reacted around a Dom. Now she realized she still craved the power a Dominant held—the confidence, and the kink he could offer.

Dmitri said, “We’re looking to expand at the casino, so I casually was inquiring to see if Elliott might want to be involved.”

Elliott smiled, yet it was his chocolate-brown eyes that held Mary’s focus. They were commanding, capturing her as he said, “And I casually said yes.”

Dmitri laughed at Elliott’s remark, but Mary couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t ignore the heat coursing through her. This man had a serious effect on her and she wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Someone brushed against her arm, drawing her gaze away from Elliott’s stare. She inhaled sharply, discovering Presley had entered the room. An awkward moment passed as Presley looked from Mary to Elliott, then her smile beamed. “You know, I made a little extra for dinner tonight. Would you like to stay, Elliott?”

Mary tensed, awaiting his answer. On one hand, she would enjoy knowing more about this man; on the other, heady guilt was riding her for even thinking that. She still missed Charles. She still loved him. In her heart, she still belonged to her Dom.

Elliott’s gaze zeroed in on Mary before his grin turned devilish. “I would love to stay for dinner, thank you.”

“Just give us a few more minutes, doll,” Dmitri said to Presley and motioned to the papers on the glass coffee table. “We’re just wrapping up the details.”

Mary clenched her teeth, sensing Elliott’s focus remaining on her. She instantly shivered and swore his stare was similar to fingertips dragging over her flesh. Doing her best to hide her unexpected reaction, she followed Presley into the chef’s kitchen. She inhaled the warm hints of spices and settled her hip against the island, narrowing her eyes on Presley.

Presley gave a tight smile. “He’s handsome, isn’t he?”

“Presley,” Mary warned.

“I’m just saying, he is.” She laughed softly. “Besides, isn’t it nice to meet someone else in the lifestyle?”

Mary frowned. What is this? Is she matchmaking tonight?

Though Presley was referring to the relationship of a submissive and Dom when the two lived the BDSM lifestyle, enjoying the power exchange and kink, Mary hadn’t been involved in it since Charles passed. “If I wanted to meet others in the lifestyle, I would have arranged it myself, without your meddling.” She crossed her arms. “I didn’t come here tonight for a date, if that’s what you thought you were arranging.”

Presley opened the oven and peeked in before she glanced over her shoulder. “It’s not like I planned it or something. I don’t mean to step on toes or anything, but I thought it’d be rude not to invite him to stay for dinner. Even if Elliott wasn’t in the lifestyle, I still would have asked him.” She shut the oven and added, “Why, does it make you uncomfortable?”


Mary withheld her response, knowing it shouldn’t make her uncomfortable. If Elliott wasn’t a Dom, having another dinner guest wouldn’t be a problem. Yet she sensed something with him that made her feel unsteady. The heat burning through her reminded her she was attracted to him and that he was a Dominant, a man who was skilled in controlling women and getting what he wanted.

She lifted her chin, forcing the thoughts away. She was no longer a submissive and certainly was not going to act on her body’s response to him. Her fingers absentmindedly reached for her diamond necklace—Charles’s claim of her—which was the collar that marked her as his. No one could replace him. “You’re right. It would have been rude of you not to ask him. Just no matchmaking, got it?”

“Of course,” Presley replied with a smile. She moved toward the counter, grabbing the tray of buns. “But maybe it’ll be nice to talk with someone who isn’t”—she glanced over her shoulder and grinned—“my age.”

Mary laughed, picking up the bowl of summer salad. Nice way of not saying she was old, she thought. Regardless of the years between them, she’d grown fond of Presley in the few months she’d known her.

Though lingering tension followed Mary as she walked through the kitchen toward the circular dining room, she could not be happier for Dmitri and all of the success he had achieved as well. When Charles first hired him to work at the casino, Dmitri had seemed strained, as if something heavy was weighing on him. His years of employment with her late husband was how she’d got to know Dmitri, and over time he became more relaxed and another part of their family. Not only had he and Charles gotten along very well, but Dmitri was a Master and needed to release that controlling nature, so when he got involved in the lifestyle he became a more well-rounded young man.

Charles had introduced Dmitri to Chains, a local BDSM club, and mentored him. They had known Dmitri since he was in his twenties, and he had gone from a kid who struggled through life to a confident thirty-three-year-old man.

Her late husband would have been proud of the man, and Dom, Dmitri had become.

Mary entered the dining room and placed the salad on the antique table, knowing Presley’s intentions were good. Perhaps Presley thought Mary was missing something in her life.

Maybe she was.

She’d always known she’d lost a piece of herself when Charles passed away. In the year Charles was sick with terminal pancreatic cancer, she hadn’t been interested in anything sexual at all. She only wanted her husband well again. Then in the years since his death, she hadn’t watched a BDSM scene, except for a few adult movies, which were much different from being in the club and seeing a live display.

It’d been a long time since she had sex or any sexual physical contact, with or without the kink she had once craved and needed in her life. She sighed as she aligned the fork next to the plate and noticed Presley watching her. “All right, spit it out.”

Presley looked down, fiddling with a napkin. “Do you think you’ll ever date again?”

“I’ve already met the man I was meant to be with and he’s gone.” Presley’s eyes saddened, but Mary pushed past the thickness in her throat. “You don’t get two chances at something that beautiful.”


Forty-five minutes later, Elliott sipped his scotch on the rocks, leaning against the cool, dark brown leather chair in the sitting room. His stomach was full and he was now regretting that second helping.

Hearing voices in the distance, he glanced toward the kitchen, listening to Mary laughing with Presley as they finished cleaning up. He had offered to help, but both women responded with a resounding no. He smiled, letting the scotch warm him.

With the home’s open floor plan they could see each other across the way, and Mary clearly felt him staring—when she looked up directly at him all the blood in his body pooled into his cock. Brown eyes that held a gentle soul, yet a fiery confidence, watched him. Mary’s features were delicate; she had a thin nose and long, shaggy brown hair that surrounded her oval face, with bangs that fell over her brow. The faint creases he noticed earlier around the corners of her eyes showed her age—early fifties, Elliott figured.

She looked at him for a moment longer before she turned to Presley and laughed at something Presley had said. Elliott’s world faded with the power of Mary’s smile. Maybe there was a touch of sadness to it, but she still radiated with life.

Mary’s beauty stopped the world from moving around him.

For the briefest of seconds her gaze returned to him, and Elliott restrained his groan. She heated perfectly under his stare, intoxicating him. Her dark, sensual expression made his thoughts turn wicked, including a tempting image of being on top of her and staring into those soft eyes while he thrust in deep. But every time she’d suddenly move her focus away she puzzled him.

Her blatant aroused reactions proved she’d played in the BDSM lifestyle before. Only an experienced submissive would react in the manner she had with a Dominant near. Though looking at her lacing her hands in front of her and the way she cast her gaze down, she almost portrayed an innocence about the lifestyle.

That was something he’d determine later. He turned to Dmitri. “Call me when the paperwork is ready and I’ll drop by your office and sign it.”

Dmitri watched Mary, then nodded to Elliott. “Perfect.”

Elliott had enough sense to know something stayed on Dmitri’s mind. Many years ago, they had met at a club while on vacation in San Francisco. Small world, he’d thought at the time. But they had exchanged cards with the thought of working together at some point. Within a year, they had done some business together, investing in a small marketing company out of New York. Then Dmitri had invited Elliott to his exclusive BDSM dungeon, Club Sin. When he had heard the members were in their twenties and thirties, Elliott graciously declined.

He wanted an experienced woman, and in his case, age mattered.

Elliott glanced to Mary and he all but salivated. That type of woman was what he wanted. Educated with a Dom. Experienced in the lifestyle. A woman whom he could arouse by not even touching her. A lady that blushed innocently, yet could also play with kink and own her pleasure.

Dmitri chuckled. “Interested?”

“It’s obvious, I take it?” Elliott murmured, then turned to Dmitri and said with a smile, “Is she single?”

“From what I know, I believe so.”

Meaning Dmitri knew she didn’t have a steady lover, but Elliott figured that also meant Dmitri wasn’t sure if Mary had a Dom. Emotion crossed Dmitri’s face that Elliott couldn’t quite place. He was curious now to learn more about her, but he also heard the women approaching, so he quickly asked, “Would my interest be all right with you?”

“Of course,” Dmitri replied with an arched brow. “A man would be good for her. A Dom would be even better.”

Before Elliott could dig in to that statement further, the women entered the room. He hastily downed his drink and then rose from his seat. “I could use another.” He smiled at Presley, then asked the group, “Would anyone else like an after-dinner drink?” Presley nodded, as did Dmitri. Then Elliott turned to Mary. She hadn’t taken her eyes off him. Her breath grew raspy and her cheeks were flushed. Intriguing. “Some wine, Mary?”

She licked her lips. “White, please.”

He couldn’t remove his focus from her damp lips, creating all sorts of naughty sexual images in his mind. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he turned to confirm the other drink requests, realizing he’d been caught.

A hint of a smile crossed Dmitri’s face. “White for both Presley and me, thank you.”

Elliott turned to Mary, who stared at him with wide, excited eyes. Yeah, he understood her desire. He felt it, too. “Come, beautiful, help me gather the drinks.”

She took a step forward, as if drawn by his order, not wanting to refuse. Which was exactly why he’d phrased the request as he had and not posed it as a question. He watched her, wondering over her next move. Sure, he was testing the waters, but he needed to understand this little puzzle.

Mary drew in a deep breath, lowering her head, trying to recover her emotions. When she regarded Dmitri all heat had vanished from her face, her gaze was guarded. “White wine, you said?”

Obviously sensing the challenge between his two guests, Dmitri smirked. “Two, please.”

Elliott thought her response was ever the more fascinating. Not only did she shield her arousal so fiercely, not allowing it to awaken and be obvious to him, but she seemed hell-bent on keeping him at bay.

In that one second, her actions told him: I turned to Dmitri to ask because I’m not following your order. I’m getting my friends a drink.

Little did she know Elliott loved a challenge. In his life, he conquered businessmen who were known to make grown men cry. He’d gotten investors to dive into risky businesses. He loved those stone walls in life that needed to be broken down to succeed.

Mary had unknowingly become his next conquest.

She turned to him with her chin lifted high. “Are you ready to serve the drinks?”

His frown pulled at the corners of his mouth as he took the final step to close the distance. He leaned down by her face, and the sweetness of her flowering scent spiraled around him. “I do believe I already said that I wanted you to help me get the drinks.” He arched a brow at her. “Did you not hear me?”

“I heard you.” She hesitated. “I—”

“Good,” he interjected with an easy smile. “For a moment there I thought you had a problem with your hearing.”

She laughed softly, avoiding his gaze. “No, my hearing is just fine.”

He noted the flush of her cheeks returned as he leaned away. “Then please come with me so we can enjoy some drinks.” A power play with him she would lose, of that he was confident. And he rather enjoyed hearing her following behind him as he entered the kitchen.

Nice try, though, he mused to himself.

He reached the kitchen island and removed three glasses from the side cabinet as Mary went to the fridge and pulled out the bottle of chardonnay. Once she moved to his side, he sensed her become still, almost frozen in time. He took the bottle from her and she stared at him with dazzling eyes, burning with a light he’d not seen in some time—fierce attraction.

He uncorked the bottle and asked, “Are you a member of Club Sin, Mary?”

She shook her head. “No, I prefer not to play with young men.”

He smiled, filling up the first glass. “You are clearly a submissive, so do you play elsewhere, then?”

“No.” She peeked at him before she pushed the second glass closer to him. “I’m no longer in the lifestyle.”

Surprise flickered through him, and he hurried to finish filling the second and third glasses. He placed the bottle down and turned to her. She stared at the wine bottle, not moving, barely breathing, it seemed.

Unable to stop himself, pulled by the attraction, he trailed a finger over her bare shoulder and her gaze snapped to him. He waited for her to lash out at him, but her mouth stayed shut. She wasn’t even blinking.

He lowered his gaze and watched his finger running up and down her arm, and murmured, “Now, why would a submissive who reacts as beautifully as you do not play anymore?”

“I”—she inhaled sharply and moved away from his touch—“it’s not something that interests me any longer.”

“Funny,” he retorted. “Your body seems to disagree with that statement.”

She snapped her head up, eyes narrowed. “By that, you mean?”

Her glare struck him hard in the chest, being the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He loved a woman with fire in her blood. The stronger the personality, the better. “I would say that in my experience as a Dom, and that is about thirty years of experience, that you’re aching to play.”

She stared at him for a few seconds before casting her gaze down. “You’re wrong.”

“Am I?” He moved closer, getting right in her space. “I bet I could prove you’re wrong.”

She looked to him again; the angry glare was gone. His cock twitched as he listened to her deepening breaths. Slowly, he lifted his hand, giving her the chance to move away, but again she stayed put. He gripped her arm, pressed his body against hers, and she leaned in to him, probably not even realizing she’d done so.

Held captive by her mouth, he traced a thumb over her cheek. Yeah, darlin’, a kiss would be nice, wouldn’t it? “Now tell me again what you just said when I asked why you don’t play.”

Silence greeted him.

Her eyes were dark, deliciously aroused. He would bet money her lower lips were as puffy, red, and wet as the ones on her face. Leaning down, he brought his mouth close to hers, letting her feel the touch of a Dominant, and allowing her to experience the nearness of a commanding man.

“You lie to yourself, beautiful.” He dragged his finger over her bottom lip, hearing the hitching of her breath. “I smell your need. I feel that your lush body is ready and willing.” Dropping his hand from her chin, he stepped back, and watched her brace her hands on the island.

Intrigue and burning attraction had him reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a card from his wallet. “I hold a BDSM play party every two weeks at Dmitri’s casino.” Which was a gathering of kinky people who didn’t want to attend clubs, public or otherwise. “We have one scheduled for tomorrow night at eight o’clock. This card will give you access.”

He offered her the card, but she didn’t accept it, so he placed it on the counter. “I promise that you would be comfortable there. Everyone is around our age, and all are looking for exactly what we want. A fun, private party to explore our sexual lifestyle.” Pulled by the electricity between them, he moved closer. “I want to play with you, Mary.” He brushed his lips across her cheek, relishing her shiver while he whispered in her ear, “Stop lying to yourself, so that I can.”

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.

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!!

Ablaze by Morgan Black

cover41920-smallTitle:  Ablaze

Series:  Fireside Series Book #1  (novella)

Author:  Morgan Black

Rating:  D

What if love was like gasoline? Light a match and become engulfed in it’s flame.  Cheyenne is attempting to run into the arm’s of her betrothed Collin, when fate intervenes and she becomes trapped at her family’s cabin with another man. Luke, a ranch hand at her father’s farm, makes her heart race. When the lights go out, she finds herself falling into his arms, and into his bed.

Review:  This book is perfect if you’re looking for the a short length erotic novella about the standard rich girl who sleeps with the ‘hired help’ – in this case one of her father’s ranch hands.  She’s pretty much engaged to an ‘appropriate’ guy – one her family deems worthy of their breeding and class – and she’s been brought up knowing what was expected of her.  She’s always been attracted to Luke however, but not in an “I can’t resist him” kind of way.  She never intended to act on her desire, and certainly not enough to defy her family.

The problem with this story for me, first off, is the length.  It actually seems more like a chapter or two rather than a novella, and the length did not give me enough time to get invested in these characters, or even get to know them really.  What little I learned about them however, I didn’t like.  When they find themselves trapped in a cabin together – snowed in unexpectedly, Cheyenne decides to take advantage of this one opportunity to pretty much get the desire out of her system.  And all I can say, is sex with Luke must be as hot as the cover of this book, because all of sudden Cheyenne does an about face in her attitude.  It’s wrapped up with a very abrupt cliffhanger that is supposed to get you wound up for the next book.

For me, it seemed a little too standard, a little too pat, a little too cliché….and the whole ‘hired help’ fantasy left me rolling my eyes and feeling like I was stuck in a time more suited to the 1800’s rather than the present day.  While I don’t mind that type of fantasy, the tone for this one just turned me off completely.  I think the potential is there, but the execution just missed the mark.

Fly you To The Moon by Jocelyn Han

cover40966-smallTitle:  Fly You To The Moon

Series:  Stardust Erotic Romance Book #1

Author:  Jocelyn Han

Rating:  B-

After her father’s death, the last thing Ava Windsor wants is to leave Earth and move to an Elite colony on the moon for the next ten months. Nicolas, a half-uncle she doesn’t even remember meeting, is to be her custodian until she reaches the age of twenty-one. Until then, she is not allowed to touch the money her dad has left her. Being the only child of a disowned Elite father and a common mother just got a lot more complicated. But surviving among the Luna Six Elitists who treat commoners as servants should have been the least of Ava’s worries. Nicolas Carter is nothing like she expected. He condemns the Elite lifestyle, he is a lot younger than her father, and he is definitely way sexier.  Ten months on the moon seem like an eternity if you know you shouldn’t be falling for your guardian… but just can’t help yourself. 
A sweet, erotic romance novella for lovers of New Adult with a hint of Futuristic. 

Review:  This was a short but sweet read about forbidden romance that I found very interesting and original.  It’s almost a futuristic Romeo and Juliet story.  Once it really got started, I really enjoyed it.  I’m sure some readers might find an ick factor in the relationship between the two, but for me it wasn’t an issue.  They are not technically related, so anyone crying incest hasn’t really bothered to read it.  The forbidden factor comes in because of course it is more of a “frowned upon” relationship – not only due to that, but also because of the fact that Ava’s father was pretty much disowned from the family.  Needless to say, they have a lot of strikes against them.  For me though, it only seemed to bond them closer together.

The only major issue I had with it is the fact that it left a lot of unanswered questions.  I wanted to see the fallout and consequences from their decisions, and how that affected their relationship with each other.  They discuss potential issues, hiding their relationship, etc., but we never get to read about the actual events and are only left with a bunch of assumptions and what-ifs.  This alone significantly reduced my enjoyment of the book.  It has unlimited potential, interesting characters, and a great storyline, but I personally would have enjoyed it more if it were full-length rather than just a novella.  However, for those of you who get caught up in the series – and with the characters –  the second book Make You See Stars was just released on January 8, 2014.  Considering it is a series, I can hope that she plans on revisiting these characters at a future date!  (crossing fingers!)  I will probably wind up reading the next one to get a feel for where she plans on taking the series.

Hot for Santa by Lacey Alexander

51spoLHjJ5LTitle:  Hot For Santa

Series:  N/A

Author:  Lacey Alexander

Rating:  B-

And to all a naughty night…For Amy Finnegan, playing Santa’s elf at the mall has always been a labor of love. This year, though, there’s a little extra spice to all things nice—the sexiest Santa she’s ever seen, Cole Bradshaw. Watching him with the kids warms her heart. Wondering what his body looks like under that suit heats her fantasies.  When Cole invites her to his place to celebrate Christmas Eve, what to her wandering eye should appear but a pile of very sexy gifts under his tree. All for her—and her ultimate seduction…

Warning: Contains one hot man who knows how to put the jingle in her bell, the hot poker in her toddy, and the “ho ho ho” in her holiday!

Review:  I picked this one up thinking it might be an interesting holiday read…something a little different.  While it certainly is that, it leaves a lot to be desired.  That was particularly sad for me, because I think it could have been an awesome book.  The idea was intriguing, but it was really just far too short.  Everything moves far too quickly, there is not enough character build-up – or relationship build-up for that matter, and it was a bit far-fetched at times.  This was so frustrating for me, because there really was something going on here…there just needed to be more time spent on the story.

Pretty much all we get is what feels like a section of a book – not a complete one.  I wanted to see more of the tension building up between them while they were friends – leading up to what develops.  What we did get, I wanted to see a little slower and more drawn out.  I liked the whole “gifts under the tree” idea and how it worked in the story.  It was a short, hot, fun read that definitely had the naughty aspect down…just would have liked to see more to the story as well.

See Jayne Play by Jami Denise

71E94LVkpdL._SL1500_Title:  See Jayne Play

Series:  The Jayne Series Book #1

Author:  Jami Denise

Rating:  A

Jayne King lived in a world of players. She’d been groomed by her father to win, taking no prisoners in her quest to reach the top. But, it was never enough. She wanted out, and just when she finds her escape, she’s pulled back into the underground crime world of Las Vegas. One phone call spins her life out of control and she once again has to live her life behind a mask of lies.  Her body is for sale, but her heart is off limits. Flynn Maguire, professional gambler and notorious ladies’ man always wins. Always. As the heir to the Maguire Grand Hotel and Casino fortune, he’s always had his desires delivered on a silver platter. When he crosses paths with Jayne King, he will stop at nothing to have her. Nothing has ever stood between him and what he wanted, and there wasn’t any amount of money too high to pay to own her. He realizes too late that money can’t buy her heart and finds himself in a place he never thought he’d be. Out of luck. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains scenes of an explicit, erotic, or violent nature and is intended for adults. 18+ Story includes graphic language, violence, and sexual situations. 

Review:  I was amazingly surprised at how good this book was.  See Jane Play is simply like nothing else I have ever read.  Considering the lifestyle and the background of these characters, the story very quickly could have went wrong in so many ways.  There is a fine balance to be had when you are talking about a high priced call girl and the world she lives in filled with crime, gambling, and prostitution.  While you don’t want to sugercoat anything, you also don’t want to go too far in the other direction and risk alienating your audience because they can’t relate to the characters – or they don’t want to try to relate.  In this case, the author struck a perfect balance, which left me giving it a resounding ‘WOW’ at the end.

As the story progressed, I grew more and more captivated with Jayne – as well as with this odd relationship that seemed to be developing between her and Flynn.  I honestly could not stop reading it.  While I know many of you might read the blurb, or find out that it’s about a high priced call girl, and decide to give it a pass.  I urge you to reconsider.  The author manages to handle everything with style and class, and there is nothing in here that you wouldn’t find in the typical erotica romance novel.  And the whole storyline is so intriguing – keeping you guessing until the very end.  It doesn’t fall into stereotypical guidelines, which is part of what I found so captivating about it.

I loved how Jayne was also described as almost two different people – Jayne being the alter ego, the high priced call girl, the woman that loved to be the center of attention in the room – the one who loves male attention and knows how to keep them happy.  But she is also Janie, the woman who is not on duty, who’s more quiet and content to not be in the limelight.  Another thing I really enjoyed was Flynn’s penchant for the color red – especially when secrets start unraveling and we find out exactly why.

All in all, if you’re looking for something a little different, this book is perfect for you!  I have to tell you though that it ends on a bit of a cliffhanger, which will definitely have me chomping at the bit to read the next installment!  I can’t wait to find out what happens to Jayne – and how things develop with her and Flynn.  An excellent read that I am glad was brought to my attention – I would have hated to miss out!

Don’t miss the next installment, See Jayne Run, which has a tentative release date set for February 3, 2014.

Wolf Fever by Milly Taiden

51a7KZ2fHyLTitle:  Wolf Fever

Series:  Alpha Project Book #1

Author:  Milly Taiden

Rating:  B+

Changes she can’t understand…When Raine Bowe volunteers for a sleep study for the extra cash, she didn’t expect to wake in a lab or to be victimized by a mad scientist. She escapes with one objective–to find someone strong enough to wage war with the evil growing inside her.
A job he won’t accept…Ryder Storm is a man with a reputation–the bad boy of his own universe. He doesn’t take prisoners, won’t give into a sweet smile, and doesn’t cut his pack an inch of slack. He knows the desperate woman in his bar is his the moment he lays eyes on her. He’ll give her anything she wants, except the one thing she’s begging for. Death.
Passion neither can fight…Raine enlists Ryder’s help to unravel the mystery surrounding the hours she lost in the lab and to help tame the beast inside her. In their search for answers, the road will lead them to a twisted experiment involving shifters, humans, and the creation of the ultimate Alpha. He’s ready for the adventure and she’s ready for her answers. Neither are ready for the lust that calls down from the mating moon. But a wolf knows its mate, and an alpha will not stop until he or she gets what they want.
Mature reader warning: Adult content including but not limited to: Violence and raw sexual language and actions. 

Review:  This was my first foray into reading a Milly Taiden novel.  This particular book was recommended to me at Amazon based on past books I have purchased, and after reading the blurb, who could resist?  It quickly made its way into my long, long, list of books “to be read”.  And this is one of those ones that I’m glad Amazon brought to my attention – since it is amazingly good!

Wolf Fever jumps right into the action and captures your attention from the get-go.  But from the moment Ryder’s eyes lock with Raine’s it jumps from attention grabbing to impossible to put down!  I wound up staying up way later than I should in order to finish it, and then found myself online in the middle of the night looking for more titles from this series!  However, this is the first book in a new series for the author…(sigh)….so I will be kept waiting for more from the Alpha project.  The good news?  She has many more interesting titles listed on her webpage that I have yet to discover!  Needless to say, I will be reading many more of her titles in the days to come!

The passion between Ryder and Raine is simply scorching.  They can’t keep their hands off of each other, and it’s even more poignant because Ryder already knows she is his mate.  The one he has been waiting for.  Raine on the other hand, is a mess….she’s newly turned and has no idea what is happening to her – or to her body.  And the author does a great job of capturing that.  And envisioning Ryder trying to resist the irresistible because he knows how confused she is was just endearing.  This has been one of the better done erotic paranormals that I have read.

That’s not to say there were not a few issues with it.  My major one was the time sequence.  A few scenes, particularly toward the later part of the book, almost seems to jump and fast forward through pieces.  For instance, he asks her to move in with him and all of a sudden she “hasn’t had to drive that stretch of road in awhile” and they have been already “living together for a week”.  It felt like we were skipping over certain chunks of the story.  You have a few moments where you wonder if you missed something.  At least it felt that way to me.  I thought it would have been better served making it a bit more lengthy – and also give a little more depth to the story- by giving a little more detail in these areas.  But really, in the scheme of things, it’s not enough to really take away from what an awesome book this is.

We were also left with quite a few questions – one of which is who is really behind the whole project.  However, I’m sure that will be a topic for future books in the series.  I am also eagerly waiting to see what happens to Quinn.

If you’re looking for something sexy and steamy, with a touch or erotic thrown in – along with a few horny werewolf’s during mating season – you will definitely want to pick this book up and give it a try!


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