Saturday, August 30, 2014

Book Blitz & Giveaway ~ The Red Door by J.L. Massey


The Red Door

(Erotica M/F/M and M/M/F with M/M)


Returning home four years after tragedy struck, Aurora Hammond finds herself in an exclusive BDSM club called The Red Door.

Club owner, Mitch Reed, and Dom, Alex James, want Aurora to be theirs, even if they have to share.

When a sex-trafficking ring is revealed to be using the club and targeting Aurora, truths and feelings are brought to light.

Can Mitch and Alex protect her, or will their desires for each other be used against them and put Aurora in jeopardy?

The Red Door is book one in The Door Trilogy. 



“Well, you see, Jackson volunteered to be my Dom to see if I liked it.”

“I’m sure that’s not the only reason he volunteered,” Mitch mumbled.

“Yes, well, we did have some rules about it, though.”

“Oh and what might those be?” Alex glared over at Jackson, who had his head down and his body was shaking. Was he laughing?

“OMG! Are you laughing?”

“Yes.” Then he busted out and bent over and let it go. “I can’t help it. Mitch is a little more than mad while Alex is still ready to beat me to a pulp. They’re putting up a good front but not good enough.”

“Oh alright. It is a little funny.” I looked at both of my guys and saw that Jackson was correct and started fighting back laughter myself. “Jackson and I agreed he would ease me into being a sub but there would be no intercourse.”

“Are you saying you two never had sex?” Mitch whispered turning me back into his chest.
“No, we never had sex.”

“Oral?” Alex turned and asked Jackson.

“No. No sex at all, Alex. What we did in this office earlier was as far as we have gone.”

“That’s all? You didn’t have sex with him?” Mitch asked tilting my face up to his.

“He also walked around naked.”

“No one has been in this pussy, but me?” he asked even quieter.

“Only you.”



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Friday, August 29, 2014

Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ What Doesn't Destroy Us by M.N. Forgy

 What Doesn't Destroy Us 
(Devil's Dust Series #1)
Author: M.N. Forgy 
Release Date: June 27th, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult


When Dani's sheltered life is turned upside down by her mother's secrets, she finds protection with her estranged outlaw father. Against all warnings, she falls for bad boy biker, Shadow. He is beast and beauty sealed in a leather cut with a gun holster. Can Dani learn to live within the Club rules? Is she more like her father than she could imagine?
Shadow has grown up among drug addicts, whores and murderers. The only family he's ever trusted has been the Devil's Dust motorcycle club. He will do anything for a brother; even kill. In fact, killing is so easy, he's made a career of it. His one regret is not being able to kill his own worthless mother. When Dani shows up with her provocative temper and innocent charm, Shadow begins to question his violent lifestyle. But can he trust her with his demons?
Will Dani and Shadow let family ties destroy them?

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Lust like a saint, Trust like a sinner.”

★✩★✩★ 5- WTF am I supposed to do NOW?! -Stars ★✩★✩★
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Seeing her beat Candy's ass like the club brat she is was also the most becoming thing I have ever seen, and it left my dick rock hard. I'm tired of playing these games with her. It's time to find out where the fuck this is going; whatever the fuck this is.

~Dani's world get's flipped on it's end when her mother sneaks her off in the middle of the night and whisks her off to California; to meet the father she never knew, the father who never even knew she existed...Bull~President of the Devil's Dust MC. As a lifetime of secrets are revealed, and Dani's life is in danger, she takes shelter with her father and his band of Leather-Clad Outlaws. Spending time getting to know her father shows Dani a side of herself she never realized was buried beneath the surface, seems she has more in common with the man than she could have guessed. And then she meets him...the first man to ever truly make her feel alive, the man every one warns her to stay away from, the man clearly hiding some deep, dark secrets of his own...

~Shadow grew up surrounded by drugs, booze, whores, and neglect. Trust is something he rarely gives out, making relationships impossible; sex is all he wants from women ~get in, get off, get out~ and he's perfectly fine with that. The only family he knows are the MC and he would die for them...has killed for them, without hesitation. In fact, killing is something he does so well he has made a career of sorts out of it-makes a damn good buck doing it too. He knows he is harboring a very heavy dark side, that is just something he has learned to live with, it doesn't really affect his life anymore. And then he meets her... the first woman to make him feel anything, the woman who chases away the shadows and thirst for blood, the only woman he has ever desperately wanted and the one woman he should avoid at all costs...

I have never done this before, so be warned. I'm going to be a shitty romantic, and you're going to be pissed off at me more than you actually like me. If we do decide to go forward, you are mine! I own you, do you understand? I won't let you go, and I sure as hell won't let you go back to New York.”

~Passion ignites and no one is safe from the fall-out. Dani is morphing into a woman she hardly recognizes and she loves every damn minute of it; even if it confuses the hell outta her. Shadow is forced to feel things he never thought possible, and he wonders just how fast Dani would run in the opposite direction if she found out about the man he really was. But nothing could have prepared them for the epically explosive deception hiding around the corner, one that will cost someone their life, one that will destroy everything Dani has found since meeting her father and his MC. Hearts will be broken, and Dani life may be in more danger now than it was when she landed in California.

I feel different around Dani, I know that. But I also know she would be better off without a piece of shit like me. I'm fucked up in the head; not right. If Bull didn't kill me first, my way of living would devour Dani, thus causing Bull to kill me. The way I see it, Dani's a loaded gun either way.

Right from the beginning this story, and all of it's characters will grab your full attention and refuse to let go. You will spend some time screaming and cussing at your kindle/nook/iPad; whatever you're downloading this book to. Never have I come across two more frustrating, indecisive, and pigheaded individuals as we do with Shadow and Dani. Not that they don't make up for it eventually; the sex is smokin and these two are more alike than they ever would have guessed. This IS an MC book, so don't expect hearts and flowers-screaming, cussing, booze and blood is more like it. But nothing will make you scream louder than that damn ending-WTF am I supposed to do now?! M.N. Forgy has crash landed herself onto my 'One-Click Addiction List' with this and all I can say now is OCTOBER?!

Dani is the best thing that's happened to me; she's brought me out of the shell I live in, brought me fire to show me a path I have never known. She may even be able to bring me back from the shadows that follow me, my shadows that lurk in the dark.

(Devil's Dust Series #2)

The Devil's Dust MC has a list of new threats to the club's lifestyle. Dani, to prove her loyalty, is trying to embrace a part of herself that she never knew existed until now. A sinful beast lurking beneath her surface has been awakened and is ready to eliminate anyone that stands in its way. Looking at her stained hands, she rinses the blood from them. She resigns herself to innocence lost and welcomes her thirst for more blood. 

After a breathtaking turn of events, Shadow is looking at life in a different perspective. Not knowing who he can trust or who he can forgive has left him feeling desolate and alone. As Shadow is laying behind his rifle, he wonders if he can pull the trigger to eliminate the threat. He takes a deep breath and squeezes the trigger, the rifle recoil ignites the fuel that drives him. 

Retaliations will be required. 

Boundaries will be shattered. 

Redemption will be lost. 

Betrayal so deep, yet they still yearn for one another. Can Shadow overlook Dani’s transgressions? Can Dani overlook the mistrust that Shadow has placed upon her? 

This novel contains explicit language, sex, drugs, violence, and sexual situations that some might find offensive. This book is intended for adults 18+ years of age.


M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

What Doesn't Destroy Us (Devils Dust Book One)
The Scars That Define Us ( Devils Dust Book Two) Releasing October 31st

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Book Blast & Giveaway ~ The Manhattan Puzzle by Laurence O'Bryan

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The Manhattan Puzzle 
Author: Laurence O'Bryan
Genre: Thriller 
Publish Date: August 26, 2014 
Publisher: HarperCollins 
ISBN: 9781847562906

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An international cover-up that could change the course of history…

Sean has been tracking a symbol from another age. It provides a clue to a barbaric conspiracy. A puzzle with an answer feared for millenia.

When Isabel wakes to find Sean hasn't come home she doesn't worry. At first. But when the police turn up on her doorstep wanting to interview him, she has to make a decision.

Does she keep faith in him or does she believe the evidence?
The symbol Sean and Isabel have been chasing will finally be revealed in Manhattan as one of the greatest banks in the world totters. Can Isobel uncover the truth before time runs out…or will she too be murdered?

A thrilling, high-octane race to save civilisation that will engross fans of Dan Brown, David Baldacci and James Patterson.

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‘Go for it. The rougher the better, girl.’ The man had a black silk blindfold tied around his head. He spoke slowly, his voice thick with desire. Xena went to the door and unlocked it. ‘What’s that? Getting your toys out? Wow, this is even better than you promised.’ Lord Bidoner walked into the panic room. He closed the door behind him and pressed the button to turn on the air management system. The scrubber in the roof could remove the smoke from a blazing fire and turn the output into a vapour trail. The man, spread-eagled and handcuffed to the stainless steel bed frame, had an expectant smile on his face. ‘Go on, do it,’ he said. The navy Calvin Klein silk suit hanging from the stool beside the bed gave an indication of who he was. Lord Bidoner examined the man’s wallet. His bank ID card, a credit-card-sized piece of aluminium with an embedded proximity chip and his family name, Hare, embossed on it, confirmed what they already knew. The head of global security at BXH, one of the world’s few truly global banks, was lying face-up and naked in front of him. ‘Don’t keep me waiting, girl.’ ‘I won’t,’ purred Xena. She stroked his leg, then his inner thigh. He quivered in anticipation. The man’s wife would surely appreciate photographs of this event, but Lord Bidoner had more pressing concerns. He nodded at Xena. She was dressed in a low-cut skin-tight black catsuit that fitted her thin frame perfectly. The man laid out in front of them was expecting something memorable from the woman he’d met in the champagne bar opposite Grand Central, two weeks before. Xena’s story, about being an Ethiopian diplomat’s daughter, and her eager smile, had captivated him. She ran her finger down the man’s stomach. It trembled under her touch. ‘Don’t stop, honey. Don’t stop.’ With her other hand Xena clicked on the silver Turboflame blowtorch, the most expensive model in the world with its 1500C flame. She held the gently hissing blue, inch-long flame up and watched it glow brighter as her fingers moved slowly down his stomach. ‘What’s that?’ he said. She didn’t reply. Hare’s voice was still confident when he spoke. ‘Was that your sister who just came in? Is she gonna join us?’ ‘We have a surprise for you,’ said Xena. The man pulled on the handcuffs, which began to cut into his skin. It had taken a bit of persuasion, since this was their third meeting, for Xena to get him to go this far, but he trusted her now. And he’d made it clear that he wasn’t going to put up with any crap. He’d break the bed if she didn’t release him when he gave the password. She’d smiled, hugged him and agreed. They’d even laughed about making a written contract. ‘What’s the surprise?’ He shook the bed, testing its resilience and the strength of the handcuffs. He’d assumed they were easily breakable toys, like a previous pair she’d shown him. But he was wrong. And he didn’t know that the bed was bolted to the reinforced slab of the panic room floor, either. Though he might have guessed that there was something wrong when it refused to move under him. ‘Just a friend of mine. We have a little question for you,’ said Xena. ‘Yeah?’ He was still curious, still expectant of further delights. ‘What is the password for the security system at BXH?’ The man didn’t reply verbally. He shook the bed from side to side, trying to break free. He didn’t know that his only hope was if his thrashing managed to separate his hands from his wrists, and his feet from his ankles. And very few people have strength enough to do that. Xena waved the blue flame, raised it, as if offering it up. It flickered higher. The odour of the burning butane gas filled the room like bad perfume. The sound of the blow torch was a threatening hissing now. Xena placed the tip of the flame against the top edge of the whiskey tumbler the man had been drinking from. The glass turned blue. ‘Wait until you feel this. Then you will tell me,’ said Xena. Her tone had changed. It was demanding now. ‘What? Fu . . .’ The end of that confident word was bitten off by the piercing scream that came from deep within his throat. Xena had touched the flame against the pale skin of his shoulder. He began thrashing. Like a fish flailing. He moved from side to side, squirming away from the skin-blistering heat. But he couldn’t move fast enough. And his legs and arms were stretched out tight. Easy targets. The smell in the room changed and the atmosphere with it. Pain and whimpering, sizzling and guttural roars filled the air. The man had become a dog. Then Xena asked him again. ‘The password, please.’ She spoke softly, as if they were still playing a game. ‘If you give it up, I will release you. You can explain these little burns to your wife. But the ones I will inflict next will require hospital treatment. Or the services of a morgue.’ She clicked the flame off, then pressed the hot tip hard and fast into the biggest blister she had inflicted, near his ankle. ‘What do you say, Mr Hare?’ The man answered with a defiant, animal roar. He shook the bed under him. The last vestige of his pride in working at BXH bellowed out of him. Xena lit the flame again. She reached forward, touched it to his chest, and ran it fast down the middle until smoke from his burning body hair filled the room with a sickly odour. ‘Stop, stop!’ he screamed. His body squirmed to escape the heat. ‘It’s #89*99,’ he shouted. ‘Please! Stop!’ Bidoner keyed the password into his phone and pressed send. ‘I hope you’re not lying,’ said Xena. ‘I want all this to have a happy ending.’ She squeezed his thigh with her hand, then stroked it. Tears streamed from under his blindfold. His cheeks were red. It was good he couldn’t see the weals on his body, because he would know immediately that he wouldn’t be able to explain any of them to his wife. ‘Please, let me go. I promise not to tell anyone. I swear, on my children’s lives.’ Lord Bidoner’s mobile beeped as an incoming message came in. He nodded at Xena. The code had worked. ‘I believe you,’ she said. ‘But there is one more thing I must do for you.’ She put the Turboflame down and went to the fridge. She took out a six-inch-long serrated knife, honed with care to a perfect blade, from the freezer section. She held it in the air, admiring its cold edge. ‘Now you will find release,’ she said. The man’s body went still. His toes, which had scrunched up, half straightened. The only sound was his pain-filled whimpering. The panic room in the apartment on Fifth Avenue, overlooking the skyscrapers of Manhattan, was soundproof. It was why they used the room. Xena flicked the blade across the man’s pale skin, once, then twice, fascinated by how quickly blood gushed, how fast it flowed from a few simple cuts. ‘This is for my brothers,’ she said. ‘Don’t,’ he whimpered. Fear trembled in his voice. ‘I have two children, a wife.’ She growled, psyching herself up. ‘Prima quattuor invocare unum,’ she said, as she grabbed him, jerking him upwards and castrating him with one swinging motion. She held the bloody remains up in the air. His screams of terror and pain vibrated through the room as blood spurted two feet high. A foul smell followed and the man’s words became a babbling. Lord Bidoner held his nose. He’d seen enough. He went out to the main room of the apartment, with its view towards the glittering Jazz-era spire of the Empire State Building. ‘You did good, my dear. The first offering has been done correctly,’ he said, when Xena joined him. She was panting. ‘Come here.’ He pushed her up against the inch-thick glass of the window, as Manhattan glittered behind them. Afterwards, he handed her a balloon glass containing a large shot of Asbach 21. She sipped the brandy, then downed it in one gulp. Then she lay down on the sleek oak coffee table that dominated the room. The canyon of lights stretching into the velvet Manhattan night reflected all the way along the length of the table and onto her ebony skin. He reached down and stroked her shoulder. It was trembling. ‘Three more before the moon rises again. That is what the book says. That is what we will do.’ She smiled up at him. Her white teeth shone as she leaned her head back and stretched.  

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Laurence was born in Dublin. He studied business, then IT at Oxford University.After going to England he paid for his own courses and began rising at 4AM so he could study and work at the same time. One early job was as a kitchen porter near the Bank of England cleaning the plates of the well connected. Laurence was first published by a school newspaper when he was ten, for a short story about aliens getting lost. Thirty-five years later, he attended an authonomy workshop and not long after was offered a publishing contract for three books. The Manhattan Puzzle is his third novel.  

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Book Tour & Giveaway ~ Pieces of Autumn by Mara Black

Pieces of Autumn

Author: Mara Black
Genre: Dark Romance 18 +
Publish Date: July 31, 2014
Publisher: Indie Published

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~Synopsis ~
I wish I could tell you that I was stolen.
Kidnapped off the street in some third-world country, sold against my will, while a desperate family back home waited and prayed and talked about me on the news.
I wish I could tell you that, because then you might understand.
What really happened? I walked to my fate with my eyes wide open. But before you say I deserved whatever happened to me, you should know. I was desperate. I was alone. I was afraid for my life. You would have done the same thing.
I thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse.
But then, I woke up in darkness, unable to move. There was only one thing I was sure of: I wasn’t alone anymore.
And then I heard HIS voice...
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Never say that word to me.”

I had never heard his voice like that. Not once. My blood chilled in my veins. If I thought I’d ever been afraid of Tate before, it was nothing. Absolutely nothing compared to this.

I’d wanted to unnerve him, but instead, I seemed to have unhinged him. Unleashed something I didn’t understand, and didn’t want to.

I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Too late,” he replied, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. His tone was pure venom, pure sin, pure fucking evil. “Too late for apologies.”

In that moment, I had three choices.

I could fight him.

I could run.

Or, I could tie myself to the mast and meet him, measure for measure.

I chose the storm. With the hurricane himself standing there, his pulse pounding so loud I could almost hear it, I chose to stand tall.

What was happening? What was he about to do? I had no way of knowing, no way of guessing what he’d do. How he’d ruin me.

But I knew I could survive.

His hand lashed out and grabbed mine, lifting it to his face. Eyes half-lidded, he brought my fingers to his lips, my thumb pressing past them and up against his teeth. Finding resistance, for a moment, until he parted them and suckled it into the soft, wet heat of his mouth.

You belong to me now.”

★✩★✩★ 5 -Dark & Devious- Stars ★✩★✩★
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I was their property, to abuse and barter as they pleased. All I could hope for was that my eventual owner would be merciful. But what were the odds of that?
What kind of man would buy a woman?

Autumn is on the run. Hunted. Alone, scared and starving; but she is a survivor and will do whatever it takes to stay alive. That is why she turns herself over to Stoker. She knows she is selling herself, she knows what will be expected of her, she knows. She tells herself she is doing it just to survive, to escape the monster hunting her, nothing or no one could be a worse fate than what she runs from....right?
Till she wakes in darkness, and hears his voice. She very quickly learns exactly what kind of man she has been turned over to, she should be terrified-and she is...but she isn't. She should hate and despise him-and she does...but she doesn't. If nothing else, at least she's safe now...right?! I guess it really all is about the devil you know...but does she, could she ever really know or even understand the man who now owns her...

I hated this girl, I hated her for shining a light on all the dark, private corners of my life. I hated her because she made me remember my weakness.
I'd been alone here for such a long time, nursing my anger, with no one but myself to take it out on. She'd finally given it an outlet. And for that, she would pay.

There really isn't much I can say without blowing the whole story out of the water. This really is a book you just have to go into blindly to truly experience the full effect. It is an emotional rollarcoaster full of semi-highs and extreme lows. You never know what Tate is gonna do next, how he will react, and most importantly; you will struggle to understand what Autumn is feeling and the changes that she goes through-the same way she struggles with it. You're just forced to feel it all; it's intense, a little scary, and yes-it does still manage to be hott as hell at times if you can believe that. This does have a distinct dystopian feel to it, it's set in the future which is something I didn't get from the synopsis, but it just adds to the story and the overall desperation of all involved. Be prepared, this is most definitely a dark romance; not the darkest I've read, but far from light and fluffy and it screams of the urgent need for redemption, along with the heartbreaking desolation that you feel when you realize that it's not always possible. All in all, it was a smashing debut for Mara Black; one that has solidly landed her on my 'One-Click Addiction List' and I for one cannot wait to see what she brings us next.

And that was the beauty of it, the incredible grace of my Autumn. She didn't try to pretend I was perfect. She didn't tell me that I'd done nothing wrong. She just accepted it. All of it.

Mara Black is a connoisseur of love that lurks in the shadows .

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