Monday, July 17, 2017

5 STAR review of Sexy Beast by Piper Rayne

Title: Sexy Beast
Series: Single Dads Club #3
Author: Piper Rayne
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 17, 2017 Cover Model: Rodney Jacobs Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography Cover Designer: RBA Designs
5 Star Review - “Holy Mother of Men! Hands down the best book of the series and Garrett is definitely one sexy beast!” - Fictional Rendezvous Book Blog 

5 STar Review - “OMG! So let me start off with this amazingly gorgeous cover! I have to say that this one is hands down, without a doubt my favorite of the series (although I love them all), but the only thing that would have made it even better is just a little more #GroinCleavage.” - Whoo Gives a Hoot

5 Star Review - “This book was so, so yummy. The sexual tension between Garrett and Charlie is insane and when they finally give in to their desire, the sexy times are melt-your-kindle HOT!” - ViolinVixen

It’s time.

Time to get a life.
Time to start over.
Time to move beyond the past.
The guys in the Single Dads Club would tell you it was time years ago, but until recently, the risk of hurting my little girl outweighed the benefit of getting a piece of ass.
Now that I have a tween daughter on my hands? It’s becoming more apparent with every poster hung on the wall, every fight over wearing make-up and every uncomfortable conversation about puberty, that at least one of us needs a female touch in our lives.
Jesus. I can’t even think the words ‘female touch’ without thinking of her.
Charlotte Rose. Charlie.
She’s everything I shouldn’t want, but someone needs to tell that to my damn libido because every time she’s around I have a constant case of blue balls.
There’s a list of reasons why I shouldn’t give into what I feel—she’s my best friend’s little sister, she’s seen me at my most vulnerable, and the biggest one—she’s the first person in twelve years who has the potential to break me.

We end up in the teen area and I'm amazed at the selection. No more just white, tan, and cream cotton bras with a pink bow in the middle. This stuff is actually fun and fashionable. 
“I'm loving these bralettes.” I put one up to my chest. A chest that would most definitely be pouring out of one of these.

“They’re all so cute, I can't decide,” Sydney says from inside the fitting room.

“I love the mint green lace one that criss-crosses,” I say, sitting down in the chair.

“Me too, but there's a rainbow striped one that looks like a unicorn that's awesome, too.” 
Sydney’s usually been so quiet and reserved when I see her, but seeing this side of her is nice.
“Well, let's get four to start you off. So, get those and pick two others.”
“Really? Oh great.”
“It's on your dad, so no worries.” 
We both laugh.
My phone chimes with a text and I look down at it in my hand.
Garrett: Buy something for yourself as a thank you for what you're doing.
I smile, my thumbs typing out my response before I can think better of it.

Me: You can pick it out if you'd like.

I imagine his cheeks reddening and him running his hand along his beard. Was that pushing the envelope too far?

Garrett: Send me a picture and I'll okay it.

Apparently not. I smile to myself.

Me: Would you prefer me to model it?

The three dots appear and then disappear and reappear again.

I second-guess sending the cheeky text and quickly brush off my unease. What’s a little flirting between friends? If you can even call us that…

“Syd, are you good?” I ask, still staring down at my phone as the three dots continue their disappearing act.

“Yeah, I have about six more to try on.”

“Okay, I'm just going to look around the store.”

“All right.”

I head into the store, finding a black push up bra and see-through panties on display. Snapping a picture, I send it off to Garrett.

Again, the three dots appear and then disappear.

Garrett: Whatever you like.

Me: I'm undecided on this set or...
Before I can even take a picture, he responds.

Garrett: No more pictures, just buy whatever.

I snap the picture of a red lacy half cup demi bra and thongs panties.

Garrett: Enough, Charlie.

Me: Maybe I should model them for you?

Garrett: Vance would kill me.

Me: Vance is in LA.

Garrett: Just buy both then.

Me: I don't want to spend all your money. I'm happy to have you be the decision maker.
Garrett: I have enough money, buy both.

I laugh to myself and decide to head back to the dressing room to check on Sydney. On the way I see a pink bodysuit with a slit down the middle that reaches all the way down to the naval. It's lacy and see through. I snap a picture.

Me: Maybe this would be more flattering on me?

Garrett: Jesus. How the hell am I going to hide this hard-on in the FOOD COURT?

Me: Is that a compliment?
Garrett: Take it however you want.
Me: I'll take it as a compliment. As long as it's me you’re imagining in the lingerie and not someone else.
Garrett: You know exactly what I'm envisioning. Vance would string me up by my balls if he knew.
Me: Vance is in LA and I'm a grown woman, remember?
Garrett: I don't have to remember. I see your grown womanhood every damn day.
“There you are,” Syd says as she comes up alongside me.

“Oh.” The phone drops from my hands and falls to the floor. “How did you do?” I bend down to pick it up.

“You okay?” Sydney's eyes widen. “Your face is flushed.”

“I'm fine.” I shove my phone in my back pocket and eye her items. Cute and preteenish. “Perfect, so you're all set?”

“Um...yeah.” She's still eyeing me skeptically but seems to let the topic go.

“Let's go. Your dad is waiting for us.”

Sydney glances at the bodysuit her dad and I were just discussing.

“Eyes forward.” I snap my fingers in front of her face and her head turns in my direction.

“Um...okay,” she says with a strange look on her face, but follows me to the register anyway.
Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?
We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it.
What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.




5 STARS

There are NO words. I cannot express coherently the amount that I LOVED this book, this series, the predeceasing series but more than anything else this dynamic duo of writers. Charlie's sass and determination could lure in and break down the best of men but this broody single dad wants nothing more than to resist his best friend's little sister. This sassy sexy and emotionally charged installment of the single dads club will make you want to take a vacation because of how CHARGED it will leave you. I know I was not able to read anything else for a couple of days once it was finished. Piper Rayne, my loves..... you are killing me in the best of ways x I can't wait to read the next series! 




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4 Star review of Baller Made by Rie Warren

Title: Baller Made
Series: Bad Boy Ballers Book 3
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2017
Bad Boy Ballers series finale! Includes an epic novella length epilogue for Rafe and Peyton, Brooklyn and Delaney, and Calder and Reggie!
The dark horse of the NFL. A superstar showgirl on the Vegas strip. Their desire is taboo in ways you can’t even begin to imagine. 
Calder Malone. Black sheep. Bad boy. Kicked off the Reno Ravens and almost suspended from the NFL. The sexy center remains a fan favorite now that he’s playing for Carolina Crush. And what Calder wants more than anything is to prove his worth to the team that’s his last chance, the family he disgraced, and the one woman he fell in love with years ago. 
Unfortunately the comeback kid isn’t a boy anymore, and the babe he wants was never his for the taking—for reasons that make him question his sanity. 
Reggie isn’t just a Vegas showgirl, a pretty face. She’s an Air Force widow, a strong woman who’s piecing her life back together . . . And maybe the man she always thought was out of her league and completely off-limits just became fair game. 
Off the field and offstage, what happens when Calder and Reggie don't stay in Vegas?

I was in a bastard of a mood when the doorbell rang after I’d dropped the two hundred-pound weight onto the rest. My chest burning, my ribs wracked with agony, I curled up to my feet. Thought about a shirt. Thought, fuck it. It was probably just Brooks.
He’d become my watchdog, checking in regularly, inviting me to his place for dinner with him and Delaney, keeping the door open in case I needed to talk to someone other than my sponsor.
Striding through the house, I absentmindedly swiped at the sweat on my chest with the towel I held.
I opened the door.
Wished I hadn’t.
My cock went fully hard in an instant.
I draped the towel in front of me, one hand notched on the doorframe, my chest bare, Reggie’s chin barely reaching my shoulders.
Reggie. On my doorstep. Showing up out of the clear blue.
My lips flattened as my heartbeat thudded in my chest.
Everything that had broken open in that alley with Brooklyn I’d sealed back under. Until this precise moment when Reggie lifted a bag in her hand and a smile on her lips when I was pretty sure I’d never looked more threatening.
“I’ve got some time off. Recuperation.” She angled a leg in tight faded jeans toward me. “Sore tendon. Figured you’d know how to put me back together right as rain with your PT background.”
“Funny.” Hooking the end of the towel into the waistband of my shorts, I rasped my hands across the dark shade of stubble on my jaw, and she watched every goddamn stroke. “You don’t look injured.”
“You do.” Her gaze—challenging—dropped to the bruise on my ribs.
Motherfucker.
“You came to check up on me.”
“So what if I did?” She shrugged one shoulder.
“You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”
“I can’t just turn it off, Calder.”
“I don’t need or want your help.” I tried to maintain the barrier, nearly snarling at her.
She merely cast her eyes beyond me. “Are you going to invite me inside like an old friend should?”
Old friend. Old pain.
I stepped back. Barely.
She ducked under my arm. Smiling.
Closing the door, I sealed my body against it. “What are you really doing here?”
“Well, you said you’d accept my calls.” She dropped her bags. Stood with hands on hips. “You lied to me.”
“It’s what I do, sweetheart.” Determined to piss her off so she’d leave because danger lurked in the dark spaces of my mind.
I’d forgotten she reacted like a lioness when cornered.
Rookie mistake.
In two steps, Reggie was up against me, in my face.
Protect and dominate. The two different impulses swarmed through me.
I wanted to serve her up on a silver platter and plant my face between her thighs.
Then tuck her against me in my bed, blankets all around, my arms a cradle.
Her eyes hooked mine with nothing but unwavering intensity. “You have driven everyone away, Calder.” Her stance blended her against me, and she had to feel the heat—the need and arousal—she spiked in my body.
“I will not fucking let you go down one more time.” Bleak, no longer dreamy eyes, rose to mine. “I’m not losing you to self-pity or self-loathing or any other kind of hate you keep wrapping around yourself.”
Looked like I’d met my match.
I’d known it all along.
Impossible.
“One man is enough to lose.” Her voice dropped, but her finger pointed at my chest before she spread her fingers over my careening heart. “And you have a choice in the matter.”
At her unerring words, I went stock-still.
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series. 
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. 
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.
She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html





4 STARS!!! 
While not my favoite of the sizzling Bad Boy Ballers series, Baller Made absolutely is a story full of emotions, sexiness and excitement. I found myself once again lost in the story and sad to see it end, Rie Warren truly paints a picture that is relatable and allows you to be enraptured with its cast. I love how she has all of the characters weave together in their stories and the banter is top notch! 



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