By Sin I Rise by Cora Reilly ~ Release Blitz w/ 5 Star Review & Excerpt!

“Cora Reilly is a master at forbidden and dangerous love… Maddox and Marcella are a fierce force together and part two can’t come fast enough”!
– Sophie Lark, bestselling author

By Sin I Rise: Part 1, an all-new action packed dark romance from USA Today bestselling author Cora Reilly is available now!

Maddox – Mad Dog – White hates everything the name Vitiello stands for, after he witnessed his father and his men getting butchered by the Capo of the Italian mob in their territory. Raised by his uncle, the president of the Tartarus MC, Maddox is destined to follow in his footsteps. Now their chapter is on the rise again, but for their ultimate triumph they need to destroy the Vitiello empire. And what better way to do it than to steal the spoilt Vitiello princess and break her piece by piece until her father begs for mercy.

Known as the spoilt princess of New York, Marcella Vitiello grew up in a golden cage. If your father is the most feared man in New York, people gift you with reverence.

Destined to marry the boyfriend approved by her father, Marcella is sick of being treated like an untouchable porcelain doll. 

She resents the life forced upon her by her family until everything she took for granted is ripped from her. Where she’s now, her name doesn’t bring awe, only pain and humiliation.

If you’ve grown up in a high castle, the fall is all the deeper.

Sins of the fathers have a way of catching up…who’s going to bleed for them?

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What an amazing read…I can’t wait for book two now. This story follows Marcella Vitiello, the daughter of the Capo of the Italian mob. She has been raised to be the “princess” and her life has been planned for her. She is engaged to be married to a man she doesn’t really love.

Then we have Maddox White AKA Mad Dog. The nephew of the President of the MC Tartarus. His father, who was the President, was killed when Maddox was 5 years old by the Capo. He seeks revenge of the Vitiello empire. When the revenge begins, Marcella is in the middle of it all.

I won’t say much more about what happens because I don’t want to spoil anything. Just let me tell you…you see a change in both Marcella and Maddox and boy, is it HOT! It tugs on the heart strings at the same time. The author has done an amazing job of making you feel for each of the characters and I can’t wait to see what happens next. All I can say to end this is…WOW!




From the very first moment I spotted Snow White, she’d burned herself into my brain. Every fucking night, the image of her naked body tortured me in maddening detail. 

Sometimes I woke with the remnants of her taste in my mouth, half convinced I’d actually buried my tongue in her undoubtedly pretty pussy. Fuck, I hadn’t seen an inch of that legendary body yet, much less touched her. Oh, but I would, even if it took a poisoned apple.

 A guy like me would never be allowed near Snow White. I wasn’t a fuckin’loser, far from it. I was going to become the president of the Tartarus MC, following in my uncle’s footsteps, the current prez. Of course, that made me the lowest scum on earth if you asked Snow White and her fuckin’father, Luca Vitiello, the Capo of the Italian mob on the East Coast. I was a little boy, barely five years old, when the life I knew was ripped from me. As the son of the president of the New Jersey chapter of the Tartarus motorcycle club, I had watched many disturbing things at my young age. Club brothers getting it on with whores in the middle of the clubhouse in broad daylight, brutal fights, shootings…but nothing had left quite a mark like the night the Capo of the Famiglia brutally killed my father and his men. 

The murderous bastard had slaughtered an entire chapter of our club—alone. 

Strike that. 

Not alone—with a fuckin’ax and a skinning knife. The screams of my dying club family still haunted my nights, an echo of a memory I couldn’t shake unless I drank enough booze to kill an elephant. Those images were the fuel for my hunger for revenge. 

And revenge I would finally get, with the help of the spoiled princess of New York: Marcella Vitiello.

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Cora Reilly is the author of the Born in Blood Mafia Series, The Camorra Chronicles and many other books, most of them featuring dangerously sexy bad boys. Before she found her passion in romance books, she was a  traditionally published author of young adult literature.

Cora lives in Germany with a cute but crazy Bearded Collie, as well as the cute but crazy man at her side. When she doesn’t spend her days dreaming up sexy books, she plans her next travel adventure or cooks too spicy dishes from all over the world.

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Broken Bride by Stella Gray ~ Blog Tour w/ 4 Star Review!

BROKEN BRIDE, the first book in the Broken series by Stella Gray is now available!

BROKEN BRIDE (Broken Series #1) by Stella Gray
Release Date: September 7th


I was sold to him to settle a debt… but Dante Bellanti never settles.

My father was always a gambling man.

Unfortunately, he never could pick winners.

When the wolves closed in, he chose himself, like always.

He traded his freedom… for mine.

He forced me to marry.

Now Dante Bellanti owns my body.

I’m just another possession for a man who already has too much.

So I won’t let him have my heart.

But you know what they say about gambling.

The house always wins.

And I’m at the mercy of the Bellantis…



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I am so torn with this story. Let me start off with what I wasn’t crazy about. Francesca AKA Frankie is sold off to a man who is a calculating control freak named Dante Bellanti. He is a mobster and her father owed him a great deal of money. To pay off the debt, he sold his vineyard and daughter Frankie. For me…I have a problem with how she reacted to the news that she was marrying a mobster. She didn’t fight it. She seemed to go along with it quite well. I also was frustrated that the author never really tells you how old Frankie or her two sisters are. We know her younger sister is an older teenager since she’s a senior in high school. But we have no idea how much older Frankie or her older sister are. No idea how old Frankie is when sold to the mobster.

I loved how strong Frankie is and maybe that is why she went along with the marriage. She helps around the Bellanti vineyard. She suggests improvements, but the ANGST between husband and wife is CRAZY. She hates him. She loves him. She doesn’t want him to touch her, but she melts when he touches her. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed reading the story and the new twist at the end leaves you wanting more. Also, when Dante does touch Frankie…OH MY GOODNESS is it HOT! That is fun to read also.

I guess what I am saying is if you like a story with angst and hot fun in the bedroom and over the office desk, this story is for you. Just a few little things that bothered me in it but they may not bother you AT ALL.


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Stella Gray is an emerging author of contemporary romance. When she is not writing, Stella loves to read, hike, knit and cuddle with her greyhound.

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Dirty Diana by January James ~ Blog Tour w/ 5 Star Review & Excerpt!

Dirty Diana, an all-new billionaire bully romance from January James, is available now!

My name is Diana.

I’m a small-town English girl in Manhattan, being eaten alive by an all-consuming job in a city that never sleeps.

Everything I once loved now suffocates me, but long-kept secrets mean I can’t go home.

The day I was invited to join the exclusive Decadence Club was the day my life was saved. Finally, I could be anonymous; I could be anyone I wanted for one night only; I could live out my fantasies without anyone knowing.

There were only three rules:

Don’t reveal your real name

Don’t give out personal information

Never meet the same member twice

I broke all three. Then he turned up at my office.

The best lay of my life is otherwise known as Jude Peyton-Harris, notorious ball-breaking business ‘fixer’, and my new CEO. He knows my secret and he wants my job gone.

But I can’t go home.

I can only stay and fight.

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January James, where have you been all my life? Such an awesome author and this is the first book I have read by her. Dirty Diana is about Diana. She has become “non motivated” in her life. She goes to the same bar each night, nothing exciting until the bartender gives her some advice and Diana takes it to heart. A woman invites her to someplace called “Decadence”. She gives her a card with a code on it and tells her she should “check it out”. Calls it her “Get out of jail” card.

Diana wasn’t going to look into it, until she remembered what the bartender said, “If you don’t change the way you live your life…who you are isn’t the things you do every day…how do you expect your life to get any better?” So she checks out the location. Diana discovers it’s an “exclusive adult club”, and there is a HOT club boardmember Jude.

The two of them have an “encounter”, but the problem is that in the club you can only have one “encounter” with a member. You are supposed to move on to a different member each time. I don’t want to give anything away, but definitely read this story if you like “hot and steamy” relationships. There is a lot of mystery regarding other things that are happening in Diana life. This story was such an interesting read and sucked me in. I couldn’t leave it until the very end.


My appetite had vanished and, without sleep, I felt light-headed as I walked along the corridor to Jude’s office. I’d been in that office hundreds of times to meet with Alex, the former CEO. We’d all been told he resigned, but now I suspected he’d been pushed—that hiring Jude had been a calculated and premeditated move on the part of the board and shareholders.

I still couldn’t believe Jude—the man whose body I knew intimately—was sitting behind that door. My heart thumped as I approached it. I knew how my body would react as soon as I saw him. I would melt into a pool of lust, right there on the floor, while my brain battled to realign itself to the new reality—a reality in which he and I would be enemies. Because we wanted two very different things. He wanted me out, and I wanted nothing of the kind.

I hesitated at the door, hoping I might summon some inner strength from somewhere, but my heart still thumped, loudly and erratically. He’d said six pm prompt, and it was six pm. I had to go in. I knocked twice and waited. After a long pause I heard, “Come in”.

I pushed the door and held my breath as he came into view. It helped, holding my breath. I considered, in that moment, making it the basis of my coping strategy. I could just stop breathing. Then I realized that nothing was going to help, not even self-imposed suffocation.

My heart racketed around my chest the moment I set eyes on his dirty blonde hair softly curled around his ears; his dark blue eyes staring back at me, warily; his large form standing rigid behind his desk. It reminded me of when I’d emerged from the room during my first night at the club. He was tense all over, as though he was trying to repel something.

“Take a seat,” he said, his voice hollow and sounding nothing like it had when he’d stroked the contours of my thigh less than twenty-four hours earlier.

I did as he instructed, swallowing my nerves. He slowly sat down himself, in the seat opposite me; the same seat I’d seen my previous CEO sit in many times before. The air in the room was different to how I remembered it. It was cold—the air con had been cranked right up—and it smelled of fresh body odor and worn leather, as though there had been a lot of pacing around.

I understand you have some concerns about my appointment,” he said, sitting back in his chair, the full width of his cotton-covered chest exposed as his jacket fell open. My breath hitched.

“That’s an understatement,” I replied, getting straight to the point. If he thought I was going to go along with this, without even acknowledging our relationship, he was sorely mistaken. “Did you know I worked here?” I knew the answer would be no; he would never have made any of those plans to see me if he had. But I wanted answers—any answers.

“No, of course not.”

“Do they know about your role at the club?”

“Yes. I’m on the board of several organizations and I disclosed all of them.”

“You’re still on the board of Decadence, then?”

“Resigning from a board takes time, Miss Delaney.”

I baulked at his use of my surname. He’d already been through our employee records, I guessed.

“And that’s still your plan?”

He took a measured breath. “I can’t discuss that with you.”

His robotic dryness was beginning to get on my nerves.

“Can I ask you one thing?”

He didn’t reply, but the tick of his jaw suggested he knew what was coming.

“Did it mean anything to you? What we had?”

Had. I was already speaking about our relationship in past tense and it made a little piece of my heart ache. He stared at me, almost incredulous. His voice was quiet, and more akin to the Jude I thought I knew.

“Of course it did,” he replied. “Don’t you think I’m in as much shock as you are? You were the last person I expected to see in that room.”

“You acted as though I was nobody.”

“I had to,” he said. “You have to be no different to anyone else here. I have to treat all of you the same, no favors.”

“I’m not a child,” I grimaced. “I know how these things work and I don’t expect any favors. Why did you keep me waiting until six to meet?”

He dropped his head.

“I wasn’t sure what to say to you,” he said, quietly. “I still don’t know. It wasn’t even yesterday when I had everything planned out—how you and I might be able to start seeing each other.” He stretched his arms up and behind his head and faced out of the window, then he gave a small, hollow laugh. “Fuck. I was even planning where to take you at the weekend.”

My stomach plummeted another inch as it hit me again what was being ripped away. It was like someone was pulling a table cloth, leaving everything intact on the foundation beneath. Only, in my case, even that was turning to rubble.

As he stared out the window, something to my left caught my attention. The usually pristine white, unscathed wall of Alex’s old office had a massive dent in it, right across from where Jude was sitting. I looked back to the hands resting at the back of his head, the head I had held when we kissed for what I hadn’t realized would be the last time. The knuckle of his right hand was purple.

I stood and walked around the desk, his eyes following me nervously.

“When did this happen?” I asked, taking hold of his battered hand. In one glance I knew he couldn’t lie about it. We were in bed together only hours earlier and this bruise had not been there then. And while I’d been immersed too deeply in shock in the boardroom to have looked at his hands, I somehow knew the injury had happened since, and that dent in the wall had something to do with it.

“Nine twenty-three,” he replied, in a whisper.

I mentally rewound. He’d walked out of the boardroom at exactly nine twenty and it would have taken him three minutes to walk back up the stairs and along the corridor to here, his office. I raised his hand to my lips and gently kissed his bruised knuckle. Tears pricked my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” he said, his voice cracking.

“I know. But that’s how I feel,” I closed my eyes to focus on the broken skin of his hand against my lips. “I just feel sorry; about all of this.”

He turned his chair towards me and pushed himself to his feet. His hand turned over in mine, then it cupped my face.

“Diana…” he started. I looked up into his eyes and saw liquid. He tilted my chin up towards his and brought his lips down to mine. The metallic taste of dried blood gave way to the sweet tang of his mouth and I allowed myself to drown in him. I knew it could never happen again. He moved deliberately and meaningfully around my mouth, stroking my tongue with his, teasing it across my lips. It was no ordinary kiss; he was leaving his mark on me, because he knew he could never return.

I reached my hands up and pushed my fingers through his soft curls, tugging him further into me. In turn, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his body. I felt him thick and firm between us and almost cried knowing I would never feel him inside me again. A sob passed from my throat to his and it seemed to remind him where he was.

“Fuck, fuck!” He groaned, dropping his hands and pulling away. He turned his back to me and rubbed his bruised hand across his face, wincing slightly.

“Diana… you have to forget that happened. It can’t happen again.”

“I know,” I whispered behind him. “Don’t worry. I won’t expect it again, but I can’t promise I’ll forget.”

He hit his forehead with the heel of his palm. Then again, and again. I reached forward and held his arm. “Stop it, please…”

He turned to face me and his eyes were ringed red.

“I wish I hadn’t been their only option,” he whispered, almost to himself.

“What do you mean?”

“The board. Your board.”

“Why were you?” I didn’t follow; surely there were plenty of people available who did the kind of job Jude had been hired for.

“This,” he waved his arm, referring, I presumed, to Empirical Records, “is a much-loved brand. The acts are international darlings. The choices I’m going to have to make will be deeply unpopular. I’m expecting the usual—hate mail, death threats, broken windows, the lot. Not many people are willing to walk into a situation like that.”

“So, why you?” I frowned.

“Because…” he laughed again, bitterly, “I don’t care. I have no fucking feelings.”

He scrubbed his face again. “Supposedly.”

“I don’t get it,” I said, shaking my head. Because I didn’t. The Jude I knew had feelings. Feelings of lust, desire, need.

“All my life I’ve been numb,” he said, bitterness on the edge of his tongue. “I’ve had no problem walking into a business like this and shredding it to pieces. I can make any company a lot of money, by doing the work they’re too soft to do themselves. I’ve never known any of the employees I’ve had to fire, let alone slept with them several times or agreed to start up a relationship with them.”

He walked to the other side of the room, shaking his head.

“This is justice, it has to be. I deserve this. I’ve been ruthless until now, and this is payback. No one gets away with being such an asshole for so long.”

“That’s rubbish,” I said, understanding he wasn’t actually talking to me; he was having this conversation with himself and I was simply witness to it.

“I deserve it,” he said, quietly, facing out of the window.

I stood there, at a loss for what I could say to make him understand it wasn’t his fault—none of this was. Then, as though a switch had been flicked inside him, he seemed to transform into the Jude I saw in the boardroom—blank, callous and abrupt. He turned sharply from the window and strode purposefully towards me.

“I can’t continue this conversation,” he said, suddenly business-like. “It stops now. And I have a job to do.”

I stepped back in surprise at the sudden change in his tone.

“You’re going to try and force me out, aren’t you?”

The least he could do was tell me the truth; what I could expect.

“Yes. Your division is a drain on the business.”

I almost choked. The way he said it, so blunt, so matter-of-fact; it threw me off balance.

“It makes no financial sense to keep it,” he continued, twisting the knife. “And your acts are peanuts compared to big hitters elsewhere in the group. If anything, Phoenix Music is a distraction, an indulgence. It’s the music industry equivalent of those little hobby shops set up by rich housewives as something to do with their time.”

I gasped. His sentiment was venomous but his tone was even, and deadpan, like his face.

“I’m not going to roll over for you,” I spat at him. “You can’t get me out that easily.”

He smiled, thinly, almost regretfully. “That’s what they all say.”

I straightened, now hating this man with every fiber of my being. “I will fight you tooth and nail, all the way, Jude Peyton-Harris.”

He reached out once more and curled his bruised fingers around the curve of my chin. He closed his eyes and shook his head, lightly.

“You have no idea who you are fighting, Diana Delaney. They all lose. And so will you.”

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January James lives in the smallest cottage in East Sussex with her husband, daughter and imaginary cockapoo (she will get one, one day!)

​Until recently, she inhabited the fast-paced, adrenalin-fuelled workplaces she writes about as a communications professional. Now she spends her days dreaming up new characters and stories and trying her best to avoid indoor soft play.

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Loner by Jamie Schlosser ~ Release Blitz w/ 5 Star Review & Excerpt!


Get this steamy & suspenseful modern-day Rapunzel retelling now!



I’ve been a prisoner in my own home for as long as I can remember. My mother says I’m sick in the head, and that’s why I can’t leave. And maybe she’s right.

But that doesn’t stop me from watching our new groundskeeper from my window and wanting things I shouldn’t. Like his hands on my body. His lips on my skin. Just him and me, running free in the world.

All I want is a normal life, but it’s a fantasy. Insanity.

Because no one would want a crazy girl like me.


I broke the cardinal rule of the private investigator business—I fell for my client’s daughter. When I agreed to go undercover to get Rosalie out of her house, I had every intention of bringing her to her father. After all, it’s what he hired me to do.

But Rosalie’s life is a tangled web of mystery, tragedy, and lies. Her loneliness calls to mine, tempting me with a chance at redemption I never thought I’d have. I refuse to deliver her from one hell to another.

Even if it means risking my life.

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HOLY CRAP!!! Let me move over my tissues so I have room to write this review. My husband was looking at me like I had lost my mind. This was such an emotional roller coaster. It starts off crazy…continues to be crazy…and then it ends…CRAZY.

It starts off with Rosie in her room chatting with someone on a social media game. You learn a little bit about Rosie in the conversation. How her mother has locked her up in the attic of the house because she is “crazy” and for her own wellbeing. Rosie decides to escape and meets up with Preston, the “maintenance man” on the property who decides to help her escape. Little does she know he was always there to help her escape.

This story was amazing. It has everything from HOT SEX to LOVE to mystery to death to family. It covers everything and had me on the edge of my seat from the very beginning. I loved it! Any book that can make me cry and really feel…is GOOD!

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Marie’s Tempting Reads – “Loner was a sweet, amusing, sexy and sincerely heart stopping irresistible romance that makes this final book in one of my all time favorite series one of the best endings ever!”

PP’s Bookshelf – “I haven’t read something so magnetic and intriguing like Loner by Jamie Schlosser in a long time.”

The Hatters (Britt) – “This book utterly and completely blew me away!”



She was just supposed to be a job I turned down.

I’ve been picky about my clients before, and when I was approached by a man with ties to the mafia in search of his daughter, my immediate answer was no. His personal private investigator had recently died under mysterious circumstances, and I didn’t want to meet the same fate.

Then I saw Rosalie’s picture.

I should’ve walked away.

I didn’t.

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Jamie Schlosser writes steamy new adult romance and romantic comedy. When she isn’t creating perfect book boyfriends, she’s a stay-at-home mom to her two wonderful kids. She believes reading is a great escape, otters are the best animal, and nothing is more satisfying than a happily-ever-after ending.

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Working Man by L.B. Alexander ~ Release Blitz w/ 5 Star Review!

Working Man is LIVE! A modern-day, gender-swapped Pretty Woman romance.

Working Man by L.B. Alexander | Goodreads Violet Luna is a new brand of “It Girl.”

Executive Director of a viral sensation dating app.

To the outside world, her life is an unattainable fantasy of glitz and glamor. Well… the “fantasy” part is true.

Reeling from a nasty break-up with an up-and-coming movie star, Violet is painfully aware that it will tarnish her company’s reputation if she shows up to their annual retreat alone. What’s a girl to do but hire the most devastatingly sexy elite male escort she can find?

Gabriel de Graaf was meant to be nothing more than a dirty little secret as Violet dared to walk on the wild side. But when he awakens a passion within her, Violet soon realizes that one night with this handsome Dutchman won’t be close to enough…

Author L.B. Alexander delivers a gender-swapped Pretty Woman romance that will leave readers swooning over each sizzling page!

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This was an amazing story of a strong powerful woman by the name of Violet Luna. She worked her way up into powerful positions in her job. A job that was prominently driven by men. She had an event to go to and she didn’t want to go alone, so she contacted an agency for a “Gentleman Escort”. Gabriel De Graff was a beautiful “ex-model” and did his job amazingly well. He was a true “gentleman” and said he would never have sex while he was on the clock. He doesn’t sell sex. He is just a companion. Well, thing change and life gets complicated. Emotions get involved and don’t get me wrong…sex happened, just not during the hours of when she hired him for.

This author did an amazing job at sucking you in and making you feel like you knew these people personally. She dragged you into their life, and you couldn’t put the book down until you knew what was happening next. I loved all the twist and turns in this story. How it made a woman “somewhat” in control of her life…emotionally and sexually. I do not believe I have ever read a book by this author before, but I will definitely read more. Love her writing style.

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I’m an American author based in perpetually sunny Southern California. I’ve spent my entire life enraptured by the sheer transformative power of the written word, and in December 2018, I published my first romance novel, Swan Lake, a contemporary reimagining of the beloved ballet. In addition to writing, I am a professional marketeer, a baker, an animal-lover, a tree-hugger, a perpetual wanderluster, and a massive art history nerd. An optimist at heart, aficionada of luxury, and true believer in happily ever afters, I strive to tell memorable, passionate stories that can intrigue, challenge, arouse, and most importantly, inspire.

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