Monday, June 30, 2014

***Blog Tour Stop and Giveaway*** Uncontrollable (An Undescribable Novel) by Shantel Tessier


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Uncontollable Synopsis

Slade thought that life would start to settle down now that Angel had agreed to be his wife. Boy, was he ever wrong.
One by one things started to happen, and he did everything he could to protect Angel. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her.
But he could never have imagined that their lives were going to get so...Uncontrollable
Loyalty will be tested
Love will be tainted
Boundaries will be crossed
Hearts will be shattered
Lies will be told
Secrets will be revealed
Slade and Samantha’s story comes to an end. Will their love get them through what they never saw coming?

Sandy B's Review

Ok – let me get a few things out of the way – I love Shantel Tessier’s writing.  She doesn’t hesitate to pull a punch when for the sake of the story.  There will be times when you want to smack the hell out of Slade but then on the next page you’ll love him all over again.  Uncontrollable (Undescribable #3) was my favorite of the series.

I was hooked from Book #1 Undescribable and that did not change through Unbearable (Undescribable #2) and then we finally arrive at the crème de la crème with Uncontrollable.  Through this series I have laughed, cried, swooned and wished a few times that I was Samantha.  Personally, a good read for me has to have the angst factor and you get that here.  There were moments when I was reading with my hand to my throat wondering how the hell this was all going to end up.  Gosh, I hate spoilers in reviews, so I’m having a hard time controlling the impulse to spill EVERYTHING!  J  Who knew when I picked up Book #1 that Slade & Samantha’s story would turn into this fabulous tale of suspense with kidnappings and lives in danger.  Who knew that this would become a soaring love story that would take us from the lowest of the lows to the highest of the high.  Oh!  Did I mention, the sex?  Cause it is smoking hot and very well done here. 

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About the Author

941649_454730077951262_1299773491_n Shantel is a Texas born girl who now lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, and their three year old little princess. She considers herself extremely lucky to be a stay at home wife and mother. When she’s not reading or writing, she spends her time with family and friends. Find more about Shantel! @Shantel_Tessier www.facebook.com/pages/Shantel-Tessier-Author/408437342580536 https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7086716.Shantel_Tessier


Friday, June 27, 2014

***Release Day Blitz*** IRIS (The Wild Side #2) by R.K. Lilley

Title: IRIS (The Wild Side #2)
Author: R.K. LILLEY

***Release Day Blitz*** Saving Abel (Rocker Series: One) by Gina Whitney

Title: Saving Abel (Rocker Series: One)
Author: Gina Whitney
Genre: Erotica BDSM
Blurb: Abel Gunner, the lead singer of the band Lethal Abel, is what beautiful nightmares are made of. His gritty, melodic rasp threatens to rip your heart out of your chest and leave you gasping for the very breath he robbed you of. His kisses, detonating on impact, leave you ruined. Abel is also a Dom, and his appetite for seduction is legendary and intense. After a chance encounter with Gia, his need to dominate this woman increases tenfold. He wants to consume her, merge with her, and never leave her body. Abel's emerald eyes touch the deepest part of Gia's soul in a way that terrifies her. She fears he can see her secret. Lies, guilt, and betrayal lay beneath her skin, and she's terrified of being exposed. How will Gia ever begin to explain? She doesn't believe she's worthy of him, and her greatest fear is that her carefully guarded heart will be shattered. However, she finds herself unable to deny this rogue tattooed rocker whose kisses just might ruin her.

Author Bio: Gina Whitney grew up reading Judy Blume, and Nancy Drew books. She was raised in the town of North Valley Stream, New York(Long Island)and attended community college for fashion design. At 19 she opened a boutique. She recently published her first paranormal romance novel Blood Ties. When she's not writing, she's hanging with family and friends. She shares a home with her wonderful son’s PJ and Drew, and their 200lb Mastiff Hercules. She currently lives in Massapequa, New York. Reading has always been a passion and obsession. You can usually find her typing furiously while shouting obscenities over her latest work. She also enjoys a good laugh, being snarky, espresso, and above all steamy swooning angst filled novels. She's pathologically obsessed with True Blood(Eric ;), Games of Thrones, Borgias, Vampire Diaries and Originals. You can also find her chatting it up with readers on Facebook.


                                                                             The Dungeon I
On ecru initialed paper the understanding was brutally clear … You’re to be blindfolded and waiting on your knees for your Master. I reread a couple of times, my hands shaking with both fear of the unknown and the excitement of being delivered to the brink of aching pleasure. Man, I was fucked!
Folding the note in half perfectly seaming the edges, I wondered if I was biting off more than I could chew. The fluttering in my stomach mounted to upchuck levels as I picked up the Hermes silk scarf. I gentled it along my cheek before breathing in his alpha scent. Him. My eyes closed of their own accord, heart beating in concert with my pussy.  My clit was charged and primed already with my juices, the inner demonness scratching the surface of my psyche, relentlessly thrashing against confinement.
Twirling around in a sexual dream-state, my eyes took in floor-to-ceiling windows, lush drapes pulled back. Gasping heavily, I held my hand over my heart to keep the fucker in there. Was he planning to take me in the open—voyeur delight?  I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Then again this was about surrendering. A place my control had no say.
On the left was a free-standing bar, his guitar leaning against it.  Chrystal decanters lined the top. Amber-colored courage called out to my parched throat, begging, needing something to quell the tremors plaguing my body. I couldn’t. Could I?  Or was that breaking the rules? I couldn’t afford to piss him off, nor did I want to. I wanted to please him, to hand over the keys to my soul for him to take up occupancy. I needed to take purchase of the prime piece of real-estate—his heart.
Old demons besieged me with their clever mind tricks, fighting their way to the surface—sneering that I would lose the man I’d come to love because of my deceitful heart. The mother of all motherfucking karma’s was going to bite my ass—hard. I needed to lock these incessant nauseating thoughts where they belonged—behind a door that had no moral key and slam it shut.
Looking to the left, I saw the fire raging in the pastoral-styled fireplace. Above me, the erotic portrait of Abel loomed. In one hand he was holding a set of handcuffs, and in the other a red scarf—the exact red scarf I was now holding in my hand.
Perfect spot! Unbuttoning my pants and blouse, letting them both pool at my feet, I then took off my bra and panties. Flames licked my skin, helping to ease the goose bumps stepping out all over my body. Double-knotting the scarf, I lowered myself to my knees, thankful for the plush carpet. I sent a silent prayer of gratitude upwards—even though God had no place here today. Today, I would be rejoicing, reveling in and partaking of rituals practiced by heathens.
Tempering my breathing, I thought to myself: Namaste. But then the squeak of the door knob stopped all thought—all thinking—sending a shiver down my spine.  His innate maleness seeped into my pores, cocooning my skin in his alpha scent—marking my heart as his. Instantly, my body recognized him. An unwilling groan escaped me as my nether regions clenched in anticipation. He just chuckled.
"Very good. I see you followed my directions flawlessly. I see that beautiful pussy’s shaved bare for me. This pleases me, Gia. And you will see how much very shortly. But, are you ready for your Master?  If I part your folds, will you be slick and hot for me?" His warm breath tickled my ear.
My mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water, until I finally croaked out, "Um, yes. I, um. I believe so, Abel.”  Christ, why was I reduced to a stuttering adolescent? He was fucking dangerous and hot, that was why! Steeling myself, I needed to woman the fuck up and show him who I really was.
Palming my chin he spoke gruffly. “Love, when we’re in this setting, I am your God, bringer of pleasure and pain.” He released me, clearly awaiting my praises.
“Yes, Sir. I understand perfectly,” I affirmed. My body chilled, knowing the moment he stepped away. The ring of the crystal decanter signaled loudly in the air. Rolling shudders had me clenching—hard. Moments ticked by at a snail’s pace, and I wanted to rip my hair out, my frustration building as he took his time, leaving me in this vulnerable position. He swallowed his drink. Padding back over in my direction, he brought that delicious signature scent of his my way.  It smelled of musk and something wild I couldn’t put my finger on.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he declared. What? Christ on a motherfuckin’ cross! Two thick fingers teased my clit round and round, spreading my silky juices along my seam, preparing me for his invasion. I held my breath. What else could I do?
“You smell like you want to be fucked.” He smiled appreciatively. “Breathe, Gia. Your God would like to sample you. I want to commit your taste to memory. Savor you on my tongue. Swallow your goodness,” he rasped, leaning into my ear. I wanted to scream just do it already. His beard scruffed against my face as he lowered his mouth down to my ear. Every breath, every heartbeat, every swallow, was mine, here. I had a front row seat to an erotic movie I was starring in.
Holding my shoulders firmly with his left hand, he roughly entered my opening. One breath in, one long breath out.  With precision, he inserted two fingers inside me, keeping his thumb on my trigger. I ground against his palm.
“You will not come—yet. Stay still or I’ll stop,” he affirmed.  Well, that did it! I needed release and needed it now. Fuck. Squeezing my eyes tightly, I was thankful for the blind-fold. He had to see how challenging this was for me. With a final stretching thrust he vacated my pussy. Pussy juice permeated the air, releasing another gush of wetness. His sucking sound ended with a loud pop, followed by a growl of approval.
“Taste.” He fisted my hair, driving his fingers into my open mouth.
“Taste how sweet your pussy is?” he queried. I had the perfect opportunity to bring him to his knees. My tongue languidly snaked its way around his fingers, sucking greedily any remaining ambrosia—with my own kickass resounding pop. Umm… I purred my contentment
A seismic roar rumbled its way free from his alpha chest. Oh, he was affected. Breaking dominant control momentarily, he lunged forward, fisting my hair, his tongue forcing my mouth open. Damn this Dom! My lungs fought for air. My hands braced against his muscled chest, alive with the vibrations from the beast tethered within—Abel. Dizziness threatened to take me under. Pulling air into my nose, I took a deep breath. Consuming me from the inside out, he didn’t let up. Apparently, my survival was to be damned. Now I needed to return his kiss. My hands found their way up his neck to his thick hair.  Grabbing a fistful, I pulled. He answered my call with his masterful tongue and gnashing teeth. Needing his cock in my pussy now, I reached for it, feeling its thick steeliness through his jeans. He gently removed my hands.  Disappointed, I lowered my head, taking the opportunity to nourish my blood with oxygen. He forced my hands behind my back. I sat on the back of my knees to steady myself.
“You have to earn that, babe. You haven’t earned my cock yet. And he has a bigger ego then I do.” He chuckled as he stood up, leaving me again. Was he serious? His dick had an ego?
Some shuffling of drawers opening and closing to my left had me turning my head in that direction. My legs tingled with anticipation and lack of activity. I hoped I wasn’t going to be on my knees too much longer. The snap of something caught my immediate attention. Licking my dry lips, swallowing the golf ball-sized knot, I readied myself. Sweet-smelling leather assailed my senses.
Do you know what the Cat o' nine tailsis, Gia?” he asked. I had done some googling before this night, so I wouldn’t be ignorant to basic BDSM—knots, whips and positions 101. I had schooled myself quickly.
“Yes, Sir. A traditionally favored whip with nine separate tails,” I qualified. Quirking a smile, I awaited his answer. He replied by running the tails along my breasts … down to my pussy … snapping my clit to attention. Over and over again my body became acquainted with this new form of torture. Legs shaking, I thrust myself to an upright position, hoping this little exercise would stop this embarrassing bodily display of minor earthquakes. No such luck. My body wanted to surrender to its Master. My breathing ratcheted to panic-attack levels. An explosion of epic proportions was near. Whack!—across my behind. Ow! Fuck me!
“Not nearly yet, sweetheart. That nice shade of red on your ass is making me hard as fuck, though,” he countered. Well, that’s not how I really meant it, but that’s exactly what I wanted—right the fuck now. He was turned on. And that turned me on. If his lash marks on my skin did it for him, I thought—then so be it.
“I want to taste you, Master. It’s only fair.” I was practically whining: throw me a fucking bone! This BDSM shit was killing me. I was not a patient person by nature. So I deserved a reward for the restraint I’d been practicing today. The sound of his zipper lowering caught my attention. The lava started to trickle down my legs again.
“Is this what you want, pretty girl?” He stepped up, smearing his pre-come on my lips. I moaned embarrassingly loud.
“Yes! More!” I demanded. He presented his cock to my tongue.  It stroked his piercings. Fuck me.
Expertly I lavished it with my tongue, paying homage to this rock God. Maybe his cock deserved its own zip code? This was a locale I wanted to move to—like, now. Pushing forward I sought his engorged balls. Licking, flickering, and tonguing at break-neck speed to the best of my ability, I made him roar. He ripped the scarf off, freeing my eyes from their prison.
Although my sight was restored, I still couldn’t see clearly. Squinting, I looked up towards his beautiful face—and even through the blurriness, I could tell that it was twisted in agony. He needed release. His eyes sparking with warning, he looked as if his thread-like hold on reality was virtually nonexistent. A sardonic smile wrenched his lips as he continued stroking his cock. Up. Down. Up. Twist. Down. Release. Up. Twist. Down. Release. His left hand squeezed his tightened sack roughly, his eyes glistening. His tongue snaked out to wet his plump lips. His sooty-lashed eyes closed for a moment as he blew out a long breath, battling for control. I gulped—hard. Something sparkly caught my upturned eyes, bringing my gaze back to his sack.
“Like what you see, babe?” He smiled proudly. His tatted cock was a kaleidoscope of vivid colors. The body of the dragon was done in green with the underside in orange scales, the whole length of his cock ending with the dragon’s head on his dick-head. His Apadravya shone brightly against the dragon’s head, looking like it was coming out of its mouth. His Mons provided the backdrop for the wings. He was a work of art I intended to worship fully. I tilted my head awkwardly left, then right. The head of his dick was pierced, and all along the dragon’s scaled underside were generous loops.
“Ya like those frenum loops, babe? Ya like that one through the head, the Apadravya? You’ll be thanking me soon for it.” His toothy smile made me blush at my naiveté. He took my lip-licking as a signal for further instruction in How to Suck Abel’s Cock 101.
“Relax. Open real wide. Get it nice and wet,” he instructed.
Relaxing my gag reflex as per his orders, I readied my throat for his invasion. Not only did I have to worry about his girth, but I had to guard against his hardware as well. My mouth was desert-dry, so I pursed my lips to conjure up enough saliva to get the job done. The wide tip of his cock made its way past my lips, netting a groan from me of appreciation for this male, as I lavished the small beads of pre-come on my tongue, relishing his heady taste. God damn. His hooded eyes caught mine as I acquiesced. I closed my eyes and sucked his head hard with a quick swirl around his Apadravya. I spit into my palm, pumping his cock once. Twice. His throaty groan made my clit swell. I loved his male sounds. I knew I was doing this right. I wanted more. More of him. More of that noise. Widening my mouth even further, I took his cock in deeply, paying close attention to his frenum loops with my tongue. The jingling within my mouth had me shuddering. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Tongue. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. His fingers found their home, deeply embedding in my scalp, the pain making my eyes mist. Licking from base to tip, I was on repeat. His eyes bored into me, watching me intently, appreciatively.
So I gave him one final swirling suck, letting my lips pop loudly. Then I tried the impossible:  to swallow him whole. Breathing through my nose, I watched. He watched. I swallowed. The thickness of his cock swelling was all the indication I needed. He was ready to blow—hard. My throat relaxed and opened to accommodate his girth further. Abel hissed and thrusted deeply. Once. Twice. Three times. He growled loudly, face-fucking me into oblivion. Surprising even myself, I swallowed his gift of spicy goodness, humming my appreciation to this deity. Swallowing it down and tongue-sucking his Apadravya, I inwardly smiled as I milked every last drop of elixir.
With a final groan I fell back and let the fibers of the rug absorb my fatigue. Mentally and physically, I was wiped out. I rubbed my fingers through the filaments, trying desperately to soothe my restless soul. At the moment, I didn’t care where he was or what he was doing. His gentle fingers caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes, savoring his touch.
“Oh babe, we’re not done. Come, I’ll carry you to my bedroom.” He bent down and scooped me up. Swaddled in his arms, I caught the look in his hooded eyes. A few long strides, and we were in his room. He gently laid me on his king-sized bed, then stepped back.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower. Care to join?” He motioned his hand to the bathroom in invitation.
“Nah, I’m good here for now. You go. If I change my mind, I’ll find you.” I smiled sleepily.
He nodded and left through the en-suite. Raising myself up on my forearms, I took in the room. Monochromatic black and white made up a majority of his palate choice, aside from his poppy-red silk shantung comforter. Everything was simple, yet elegant. It was clear that Abel sought the comfort of home and all of his familiar possessions. I guessed life on the road really was lonely.
Cocooning myself in the lush bedding, I concluded there was no better place to be. And no better thing than his scent. Lord above, if I could bottle his essence, I’d be a wealthy chick.  Grabbing his pillow I brought it to my nose, inhaling his heady alpha smell. A groan escaped me, and my clit was beyond engorged: it needed release—again. I needed to steal this pillow.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, his smile reaching his eyes. I cursed inwardly. Busted. He reached for my legs and pulled me across the bed. Holy shit. His eyes were alit with mischief. He pulled me until my bottom was at the end of the bed. I laid there naked and began to feel self-conscious. I turned to grab the edge of the comforter.
“Don’t hide your body from me, Gia. Spread your legs for me. I want to see what’s mine. I want to taste your nectar,” he commanded—and I obeyed, spreading my legs.
When he didn’t respond, I grew anxious. There was a mirror on the wall next to the bed and I could see my reflection in it. What a turn-on. Me watching him—us, as his eyes devoured my pussy. He removed his towel from his waist and turned to see me watching tentatively in the mirror. He grabbed hold of his thick cock, stroking and smiling, as he watched me for a good long-ass minute. This was all one big mind fuck—and I was barely holding my own. My blood boiled while I watched his erotic exhibition. Boy, was he ever a showman. He knelt down and seized both my thighs, pulling them back into a V across my chest. The image of us in the mirror was arousing. He pressed his nose along my pussy, inhaling deeply.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Gia. I’m a man starved for this pussy. When I’m done, I’m going to fuck you like the devil. My cock will be everything you’ve wished for, babe.” He winked. Cocky motherfucker. Holding my legs in place, he dove face-first into my pussy, pushing his tongue deep inside me—growling, devouring me whole. The sounds of him sucking, licking, and nipping my pussy made my muscles lock up. I reached for his hair. I needed to touch him. I wanted to hold his head to my pussy until I was good and ready to let go.
“Gia, put your damn hands above your head or I will tie you to the bed,” he growled. I acquiesced. I would have fucking died or killed someone if he had stopped. Oh God, don’t stop.
“God has no place here, babe.” His voice was demonic. Had I just said that aloud? Never lifting his face from his meal, he pushed my knees almost flush against my chest, lathering his face in my juice. Oh, God. His growling, biting, and sucking were sounds I would never forget. He was feral. Possessed. Using two fingers, he starting finger-fucking me as he sucked my clit. My legs shaking with deep vibrations, I started to rock my hips. Twisting the comforter in my hands, I began screaming. But he wouldn’t let up. The rumbling from his chest I barely registered as I floated back down to earth. My eyes now opened to a savage beast, leaning over to bite my inner thing. I yelped in surprise. He stood tall and proud, stoking his long, thick, massive cock, his face still glistening with my come. Nothing registered to this alpha. He had one thing on his mind and that was sinking his gorgeous cock into my soaked pussy.
“You want this cock now, babe?” he asked through gritted teeth.  Still stroking it, he spit in his hand. Fucking hell.
“Please, Abel. I want you now,” I begged. I needed him now.
“Need to hear you say it, babe. Tell me you want me to sink my cock deep in you.” His voice was barely audible.
The grit in his tone had me wanting to grab his dick and fuck myself with it. He was watching me closely, his control threadbare.
“Abel, fuck me with that big gorgeous cock of yours. Grind that piercing over my clit,” I hissed. That did it! He couldn’t wait another minute—neither could I. He teased the entrance with the head. Going agonizingly slow, he paid special attention to my clit with his Apadravya: back and forth, round and round. The pressure mounted. I couldn’t handle another second of the exquisite torture. I leaned forward and grabbed his cock—hard.
“Stop fucking with me, fucker, and fuck me already,” I pleaded. He answered by feeding me his cock—one motherfucking inch at the time.
“I have to loosen you up a bit. I can’t go balls-deep yet. Let me work myself in there. Love my girl greedy for my cock. Gets me harder than fucking stone.” He growled breathlessly. Leaning over me, his eyes hooded, he fed me his delicious, scorching cock. He leaned down over my face, arms positioned on either side of my head. His warm breath hummed in my ear, as his hand reached down to stroke my clit.
“Come on, babe. Open for me,” he rumbled. Thrusting a bit harder and quicker, I felt my body breaking apart for this mythical creature. My eyes closed tightly as I tried to wrap my legs around his waist to lock him in place.
“Not yet, babe. I haven’t worked in my rings yet. I’ll tell you when you need to hang on.” He nipped my ear. I sighed. Fuck, I had thought he was all the way in! Christ, I wasn’t built for this kind of torment. I reached down to his butt cheeks and clamped down with my hands, pulling him deeper inside me. He corkscrewed his ass over and over. I screamed in pleasure.
“That’s it, mama. Scream for me. You’ll be doing a lot more of that,” he exclaimed. Biting my lip to stay in the present and not float away, I took a mental screenshot of the moment. I felt so full, with my walls stretched to accommodate his girth. With each thrust he sank deeper. And I fell a little harder. Yeah, I was fucked. Literally. The sound of my blood pumping through my veins roared in my ears. I couldn’t tell if it was my breathing or his. It was a hodgepodge of ecstatic noises. He placed his hands over mine, pinning them above my head.
“Arch your back for me, babe, and spread those pretty legs nice and wide. I’m going to own this pussy right the fuck now,” he hissed. I did as he asked, completely submitting. After all, this was what he had asked for: total and utter submission.
“That’s it, babe. Offer me that sweet cunt,” he whispered. How did he make my least favorite word sound like a fucking sonnet? I felt so incredible—so alive, our bodies in tune with one another, rutting rhythmically in a crescendo of lust, his frenum rings hitting spots I’d never sensed before. He manipulated my body with expert precision. I regarded his handsome face, relishing this beautiful man on top of me. His eyes bore into me with stealth-precision. Looking directly into my soul, he smiled wickedly, then kissed me deeply. Arrogant prick. Yeah, he knew he was the best ride in town. Fuck me.
Grinding my heels into the mattress to get better leverage, I met him thrust for thrust. He moved his fingers from my clit. With his other hand still pinning my arms above my head, he pushed my right thigh up from under my knee. Just then he hit a whole new angle and I lost it. Screaming his name, I clenched my pussy, squeezing his cock. As he jack-hammered me, I felt his head swell further. He released my hands, rushing to his knees. After a few long strokes of his dick, his hot thick ropes of come painted my tits and stomach. Yeah, he was an artist, all right. His eyes were closed, his mouth parted. His breathing was hurried, his body still. He looked like a fucking God—absolutely stunning. I would never get this image out of my head.
He opened his eyes finally—to see his handiwork, watching me closely. I smiled in post-coital bliss. I was blissed the fuck out. He leaned over and on top of me, kissing me with his full lips, coaxing my mouth open with his talented, wicked tongue, not caring that his come was smeared all over his body. Most men would mind. But he wasn’t most men.  I accepted his kisses with a moan.
He kissed me for a long while until sleep drew me under. I slept without dreams, with just the sensation floating behind my eyelids of colorful pastel swirls. If I had any conscious thought it felt much akin to Alice and the rabbit hole. My body was enveloped in his scent, marking me right down to the bone. I would forever be his—whether he knew it or not. His to control. His to do with as he wished. His to consume, to eat away at my very soul. I was in that deep. My veins ran with his essence, the fuel, the nourishment, my body craved. His melodic gritty voice carried me to the surface of consciousness. It was faint, but it spoke to my heart—awakening me.
I opened my eyes, seeking him out. He was singing an a cappella version of …? What song was that? I knew it wasn’t one of Lethal Abel’s. I listened keenly, searching for any frame of reference. Oh, now I knew!  It was his version of Katy Perry’s “Dark Horse.” His had an edge to it. Nonetheless, it was beautiful.  And more importantly, it was quintessential Abel. He mastered everything he did, on his terms.
Make me your cupid—
Make me your one and only
But don’t make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy
So you wanna play with magic
Girl, you should know what you’re falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
‘Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse
Are you ready for a perfect storm, a perfect storm?
‘Cause once you’re mine, there’s no going back …

[Listen to OLN’s version of “Dark Horse” here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKVknRFEhpc.]
Oh, God. His version of reality was quickly becoming mine. I laid back down and let his voice pull me back under again, swathing me in his gravelly tones—carrying me to him.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

***Release Launch and Giveaway*** Found by You by Victoria H. Smith


He’s noticed by everyone…

Griffin Chandler.

He’s captain of our college’s basketball team. I swear to God I’ve already seen him in a Nike ad, and he’s one of the top picks when he goes pro following our spring graduation.

His life is on display for the world. Both his accomplishments and demons there for judgment.

I’m a girl who likes to play roller derby from, of all places, Wisconsin. My own demons better concealed. And one day…

He notices me.

Found by You is a new adult contemporary romance.



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Author Bio:

Victoria H. Smith has a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. She puts it to good use writing romance all day. She resides in the Midwest with her Macbook on her lap and a cornfield to her right. She often draws inspiration for her stories from her own life experiences, and the twenty-something characters she writes give her an earful about it.

In her free time, she enjoys extreme couponing, blogging, reading, and sending off a few tweets on Twitter when she can. She writes new adult fiction romance in the sub-genres of science fiction, urban fantasy, and contemporary, but really, anywhere her pen takes her she goes. She’s also co-founder of NA Alley, a group fiction blog dedicated toward the spread of the ‘new adult’ fiction category.

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Wednesday, June 25, 2014

***Sandy B's Review*** Rusty Nailed by Alice Clayton

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In this sequel to Wallbanger, the second book in the Cocktail series, fan favorites Caroline and Simon negotiate the rollercoaster of their new relationship while house-sitting in San Francisco.

Playing house was never so much fun—or so confusing. With her boss on her honeymoon, Caroline’s working crazy long hours to keep the interior design company running—especially since she’s also the lead designer for the renovation of a gorgeous old hotel on Sausalito. So with her hotshot photographer boyfriend gallivanting all over the world for his job, she and Simon are heavy-duty into “absence makes the heart grow fonder” mode. Neither has any complaints about the great reunion sex, though! Then Simon decides he’s tired of so much travelling, and he’s suddenly home more. A lot more. And wanting Caroline home more, too. Though their friends’ romantic lives provide plenty of welcome distraction, eventually Caroline and Simon have to sort their relationship out. Neither wants “out of sight, out of mind,” but can they create their own happy mid-ground cliché?

USA TODAY bestselling author Alice Clayton delivers another delicious, frothy cocktail of a book, shaking up her characters, stirring in laugh-out-loud humor, and serving sizzling romance straight up!

Sandy B's Review
Wallbanger is among my fave reads EVER. It was great to catch up with sexy Simon, Cutie pie Caroline and everyone's favorite feline Clive. We also get to catch up with the assorted cast of characters. Though let me say off the bat - the melodrama between Neil & Sophie, and whether or not he cheated, went on for much long.

Simon and Caroline are chugging along each one busy with their respective careers. Living together but living individual lives almost. Then Simon just stops traveling and taking on jobs. At the same time that Caroline gets the lead designer job on a huge hotel redesign and gets the chance to be a partner at her company. Now that both are under the same roof, the stresses that most couples deal with daily. Add the pressure of purchasing a home, relocating, do we/don't we want children and you can imagine the roads gets really bumpy really fast.

The funny witty banter via text messages that we loved in Wallbanger is still here. The sex is hot! Appropriately scattered throughout so it's not on every page. Again, I herd the same impression - that the angst and misunderstandings between Simon and Caroline took up too much of the book. Don't worry! Alice Clayton can write her butt off and does so once again. She manages to tie up all the lose ends and bring things to a satisfying conclusion. Is it Wallbanger? No. It is not. It is the continuing journey of these two people as they get to really know each other and build a life together. In the final analysis of things - I want to read more about them. I want to know where they end up. What's that old saying? Leave them wanting more and in this case, I totally did.

About the Author 
Alice Clayton is a novelist with an unholy love for her KitchenAid mixer. Making her home in St Louis, she enjoys gardening but not weeding, baking but not cleaning up afterwards, and is trying desperately to get her long time boyfriend to make her an honest woman. Hi sweetie!!

After working for years in the cosmetics industry as a makeup artist, esthetician, and national educator for a major cosmetics company, Alice picked up a pen (read laptop) for the first time at 33 to begin a new career, writer. Combining her love of storytelling with a sense of silly, she was shocked and awed to be nominated for a Goodreads Author award in 2010 for her debut novels, The Redhead Series.

Alice has penned three novels, The Unidentified Redhead,The Redhead Revealed, and coming soon in November 2012, Wallbanger. She thinks you should purchase them immediately. She’s not kidding, not even a little bit. Everyone needs some comedic erotica in their lives. She is hard at work on the third book in The Redhead Series, set to release in Spring of 2013, continuing the saucy and sexual escapades of everyone’s favorite couple, Jack and Grace. 

Additionally, Alice loves spending time with her besties on Not Your Mother's Podcast, make sure you check them out at notyourmotherspodcast.com or over on iTunes. 3 women rushing towards their forties still acting like teenagers. A saucy little mix of sex, love, relationships, pop cultural, celebrity gossip and All Things Jake Ryan.

Alice enjoys pickles, Bloody Mary’s, 8 hours of sleep, and a good pounding.

Finally Alice would also like all her readers and listeners to help her convince Mt. Alice that the only other thing that would make her truly happy is finally bringing home a Bernese Mountain Dog. She is totally serious. And done talking about herself in the third person...

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

***Release Day Launch and Giveaway*** Breathe With Me (With Me in Seattle, Book 7) by Kristen Proby

We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Kristen Proby's BREATHE WITH ME!! BREATHE WITH ME is a Contemporary Erotic Romance novel and is the 7th book in the With Me In Seattle Series.

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Sometimes you meet the right person at the wrong time…

Mark Williams has loved Meredith since he was seventeen. A successful man with a strong family, he’s worked hard to move on from Meredith breaking his heart all those years ago. When his path crosses with the only woman he’s ever loved again years later, Mark knows there is nothing he won’t do to keep her in his life. But when the going gets tough, will Meredith stick around or will he lose her again?

…But true love has a way of finding its way back.

Meredith Summers is a dancer. One of the first things she learned in following her dreams is that timing is everything. She has spent the past ten years following her dream touring with mega-stars while trying to forget the high school sweetheart she left behind. Now she’s back in Seattle, running a successful dance studio with her best friend Jax and determined to move on from her gypsy past. Until the day she sees Mark Williams and time stands still. It’s as if no time has passed at all when Meredith finds herself in Mark’s arms again. The chemistry, the bonds and the love are as strong as ever and hearing Mark whisper breathe with me in her ear is a balm to her wounded soul. But will she grab onto this second chance at love, or is the timing all wrong for them again?

Don't miss catching up with the Montgomery and Williams clans in this latest installment of the With Me In Seattle Series from New York Times bestselling author, Kristen Proby.

“There were days that I would have exchanged a year of my life just to touch you one more time.” –Mark Williams

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I knock on Mer’s apartment door and shift back and forth on my feet. I haven’t been this nervous since the very first time I picked her up for a date early in our Junior year.
I’ve come a long way since then.
Suddenly the door is wrenched open and Jax is standing there with a wide smile.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hi. I’m here to pick up Meredith.”
“Mr. Delicious is here for your date, tootsie roll!” Jax yells.
“I’m right here, dork,” Meredith says as she slips under his arm out into the hallway. “Ignore him. He has horrible manners.”
“Have fun,” Jax continues, leaning on the doorjamb with his arms crossed and watching us walk to the elevator. I brace my hand on the small of her back and feel the electricity travel up my arm and down to my groin. After all this time, the chemistry is still here. “You have her home at a decent time, now. I’ll leave the light on.”
“Shut up, Jax,” Mer says with a laugh.
“Use condoms!” He calls just as the elevator arrives.
“Oh my God! Shut the hell up, Jax!”
He laughs as the doors close and I can only smile in delight down at her. Her cheeks are pink with embarrassment. Her hair is pulled up in one of her signature messy buns and she’s in jeans and a blue sweater the same color as her eyes.
Jesus, she’s fucking gorgeous.
“You look amazing,” I say and rub a large circle over her slender back.
“So do you,” she murmurs and looks up and down at my plain black T-shirt and jeans. I threw a plaid button down over the T, but her eyes travel to my arms anyway.
She always did have a thing for my arms.
“Thanks for coming out with me tonight.”
“Thanks for inviting me,” she replies with a grin. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”

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And don’t forget the rest of the With Me in Seattle Series…

  Author photoABOUT KRISTEN PROBY: New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Kristen Probyis the author of the popular With Me in Seattle series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong characters who love humor and have a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type—fiercely protective and a bit bossy—and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen spends her days with her muse in the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys coffee, chocolate, and sunshine. And naps. Visit her at KristenProby.com.  

***Release Day Blitz and Giveaway*** UNCONTROLLABLE (An Undescribable Novel) by Shantel Tessier


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Uncontollable Synopsis

Slade thought that life would start to settle down now that Angel had agreed to be his wife. Boy, was he ever wrong.
One by one things started to happen, and he did everything he could to protect Angel. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her.
But he could never have imagined that their lives were going to get so...Uncontrollable
Loyalty will be tested
Love will be tainted
Boundaries will be crossed
Hearts will be shattered
Lies will be told
Secrets will be revealed
Slade and Samantha’s story comes to an end. Will their love get them through what they never saw coming?

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 I walk calmly into the small airplane bathroom and lock the door. Leaning over the tiny hole that they call a sink, I try to readjust my boobs in my bra. Once the girls are pushed up, I pull my blue shirt down a bit. After I feel they are showing a little more, I lean back and start to run my hands through my long dark hair, trying to scrunch it at the roots. When it has some volume, I lick my lips and give myself a smile in the tiny mirror. 

  I can’t believe I’m about to do this!

I take a look around and frown when I realize this may not even be possible. What the hell am I thinking? Will Slade even be able to stand up in here?

 I smile when I hear a faint knock on the door. Biting my lip, I open the door slowly to make sure it is the person that I want knocking on this door. 

 There stands the man I love, dressed in a tight white t-shirt showing off his wide chest and muscular arms. My eyes wander down his blue jeans and tennis shoes.

 He gets my attention when he leans his tall frame against the open door as those baby blue eyes look down at me. “Excuse me, ma’am. Is there room for two in there?” Slade asks with a straight face.

  Ma’am? “So proper,” I say with a smile. 

 His eyes bore into mine, and he leans his head down to whisper, “I assure you, Angel, there is nothing proper about the thoughts I’m having about you right now.” He reaches up and runs the pad of his finger over my cleavage, and I smile to myself for giving them a little air to breathe. “Bringing the big guns out to play, are you?” He smiles, knowing what I have been doing in here.

 I laugh and grab a hold of his hand to pull him through the door. 

 “Shit!” he hisses when he hits his head on the door frame.

 “Sorry,” I say through laughter. “I didn’t think this through very well.”

 His strong arms grab a hold of mine, and he pushes me up against the now closed door. “It’ll work.” He reaches around me and locks it. 

 His lips slam down onto mine as he runs one of his hands up my back; the other still tightly gripping my hip. I lift my hands up into his messy hair and grab a hold of him. I try to lift my leg around his hip but realize there’s not enough room. I bring my leg down but my heel gets caught in his jeans. 

 “Ow,” he whines, pulling back as I scrape it across his leg. “What the hell was that?” he asks trying to turn and see what nicked him.

 “My heel. Are you okay?” I ask concerned. 

 He nods and then says, “Take them off.” 

 “Then we will just trip over them,” I argue shaking my head. 

 “Take them off.” He demands this time. 

 I roll my eyes, but do as he says, trying to kick them to the other side of the bathroom. “Happy now?” I ask looking up at him. Sometimes I hate how short I am compared to him. I’m five-foot-four, and he’s six-foot-two. My six inch heels usually help me out with that. 

 He gives me a cocky smile that reminds me why I told him to meet me in here in the first place. 

 I grab his clean shaven face and bring his lips back down to mine. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, letting him know that I’m ready for him to get this show on the road. 

 He pulls me away from the door and spins me around in the tight space, causing me to trip over my heels. We go falling into the counter and sink. 

 “Fuck,” he growls into my mouth as he hits his head again. 

 I pull back to speak, but he places his finger over my mouth. 

“Don’t even think about saying it,” he says, narrowing his eyes down at me.

  I told you so! I should have just kept the damn things on.

 “Maybe we should stop, this may kill us,” I say only somewhat kidding. He leans back into me and pulls my bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on it. “I would die one very happy man,” he mumbles as his hot, intoxicating, minty breath lands on my lips. 

 I let out a little giggle as I try to locate my heels on the floor with my foot so I can push them further away from us. The sound of them hitting plastic echoes in the small bathroom as I reach down to unzip my jeans. He pulls his lips away from mine so he can look down at me, his face serious now. “But are you sure you want to do this?” he asks. 

 I frown. “This was my idea.” 

 He runs his hands up my back and grabs a handful of my hair at the base of my neck. My head jerks back as a whimper leaves my lips.

 “I don’t want you to be injured, though.” His lips brush my neck, and I feel his teeth bite into the soft flesh as his hand tightens in my hair; his actions going against his words.

 I groan. “I’m not afraid of a few bruises.” My words come out breathless as my heart pounds in my chest. He pulls me away from the counter and spins us around, slamming my back against the small wall, and I feel it give a little from his force. 

  Hope the people on the other side can’t hear us. 

“That’s one of the things I love about you,” he whispers in my ear.

 “What’s that?” I lick my lips as I take in a deep breath. He lets go of my hair and moves his hands to work on the button and zipper of my jeans, which I had abandoned.

 “That you are always up for whatever I want to do to you.” He jerks my jeans down over my hips along with my underwear, and I shake one leg out the best that I can. He then reaches for his own pants and releases his hard dick from behind his zipper. The sight of it has my mouth watering and my heart racing.

 He slides a hand up my inner thigh and then slides a finger between my folds to open me up. “Always so fucking wet,” he growls in my ear. 

 I lean my head back and take a few deep breaths. “Please, baby.”

 “I want to taste that soaked pussy so bad right now, but I don’t think there’s enough room in here for you to wrap your legs around my head.” 

 His words come out as a growl, as if he just wants to slam me to the ground and bury his head between my legs. God, how I want that too.

I whimper as I feel my legs get weak. I look up and take in the white ceiling that is only inches away from me. This very small bathroom gives us little room. Hell, I can reach both arms out and almost touch the door and the opposite wall. Slade barely has enough room to stand up straight let alone lay me down and spread my legs.

 I shake my head. “Yeah that is not a possibility.” 

He slides a finger into me, and I moan. He adds a second finger, and I lean my head back again, breathing heavy. He pulls them out all of a sudden, and I open my eyes as he slips his fingers into his mouth. I bite my lower lip as his eyes darken, and he lets out a moan of pleasure himself.
His baby blue eyes lock on mine as he very slowly tastes me. My breath comes quicker as I imagine his lips and tongue being on my most sensitive spot.
They pop out of his mouth, and he gives me a smirk that tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking about.
“Later,” he promises softly.
Then his hand is back between my legs, and I stand sluggish against the wall. His fingers are rough and demanding this time, making me even wetter. “What…What are you doing?” I stutter.
“Shh.” He leans down and nibbles on my ear as his fingers work in and out of me at a fast pace.
“I need…I need more.” I take in a deep breath trying to find my control.
He gives a little chuckle at how desperate I sound. “What do you need, Angel? Do you need my cock inside of you? Do you need me to fuck you?” His voice is rough as his fingers continue to tease me.
“Say it,” he demands in that tone that has wetness pouring between my legs. The tone that tells me he is in charge, and I’m just along for the ride.
And what a ride it is.
“Tell me what I already know, baby.” The rasp in his voice has my fingernails digging into the sides of his shirt. “Tell me that you need it to be my cock inside of your sweet pussy.” His thumb slides over my clit, and it has me hitching in a breath.
“I need you to fuck me, Slade.” I pull him closer to me, needing his body pressing into mine. “Please,” I beg. “Your cock…”
He doesn’t make me wait any longer as he takes himself in one hand and lifts one of my legs with the other. With our new position I’m able to prop my foot up on the sink that sits directly behind him.
He glides himself inside of me, and I suck in a ragged breath as he stretches me fully.
“Fuck, Angel.” He holds onto me tightly as he starts working in and out of me.
My back pushes against the uncomfortable wall, and my legs stretch, as he stands up straighter.
The small bathroom fills with the sounds of my ragged breathing and his soft grunts.
It doesn’t take long for the sensation start to build. His lips on my neck, chest, and lips along with his deep and hard thrusts. I tighten myself around him.
“Slade,” I pant. “Oh, God...” My voice rises.
His hand on my thigh grips me tighter, and he pushes his broad shoulders and hard chest into me, holding me securely against the wall. His free hand comes up and covers my mouth to quiet my cries, but it just excites me more. He kisses down my neck and bites down on my collarbone. My body starts to shake as I scream as loud as I can into his hand, trying to breathe through my nose.
His hand pushes my head into the wall, trying to silence my cries that I can’t seem to control. He picks up his pace as he fucks me without any tenderness, just raw need.
I reach up and grab a handful of his slick hair and hold on tight.
He pulls his head back and bites the bottom of his lip right before I feel his body stiffen and his dick pulse inside of me. Once he fills me, he lays his head down on my shoulder and breathes heavily for a few seconds. He gives me a soft kiss on the forehead and then pulls away as he removes his hand from my mouth. He leans down and softly kisses my lips.
“Are you okay?” he breathes into my mouth.
I nod my head trying to catch my breath. My chest rising and falling quickly against his, my breast now covered in a thin layer of sweat.
“I’m sorry,” he says running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.
“It’s okay,” I admit quietly, and he arches one dark eyebrow.
“You liked it.” It wasn’t a question, and I feel my cheeks heat up.
He runs his knuckles down the side of my face.
“I did,” I admit somewhat nervously, “but it’s probably a good thing you did that.”
He smiles. “I’ll remember that for later.”
My heart starts to beat faster, if that is even possible.
“I’ve been wanting to try some new things anyways,” he muses.
“New things?” I can’t hide the excitement in my voice. My reaction causes him to chuckle. “I would say joining the mile high club is very new for us,” I add.
“I agree.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “And although I love to hear the sound of your voice when I fuck you, I did not want anyone on this plane to hear my fiancée come today.”
I smile up at him. I can’t believe we are going to get married. I’m going to be Mrs. Slade Long. God, that sounds so good to say.
I lift my left hand and look at the pink rock on my finger. I can’t believe it was just last night that we got engaged.

   “Slade, it’s beautiful.” And huge. The diamond alone must be three carats.
“I want to tell you about it.” He picks up my hand, running his thumb over it.
“The night your mom and I spoke, she gave me her and your dad’s wedding bands.” What? That’s why I couldn’t find them? He had them the entire time?
“I wanted you to have something from them but at the same time something special just for you. So, I came up with a design, and Josh took care of the rest. I had your mother’s band melted down.”
I go to speak but he holds up a finger. “Let me explain why I did that.”
I nod, feeling somewhat conflicted.
“Your mom’s band was a small silver band with sixteen diamonds in it. I had it melted down and the diamonds removed. Those are the diamonds here.” He points to the diamonds that circle the big square pink diamond that sits in the middle. “I wanted to give you a platinum band to go with your necklace and watch. I chose the main diamond as a baby pink one because that’s your favorite color. And I did the princess cut…” He takes a deep breath as his baby blues eyes look up into mine. “Because your mom said that was what your dad always called you; his princess.”
I feel a tear run down my cheek.
“I wanted to make you something special because you are special to me, Angel. I also wanted you to always have a piece of me, your mother, and your father with you. No matter where you are or what you’re doing, they will always be with you, Angel. Right here.” He runs his thumb over the ring again.
“Having second thoughts already?” Slade asks getting my attention.
I shake my head and then look back up to him. “Just remembering how much thought you put into it.” I smile trying to get him to smile as well. He looks so serious. His square jaw looks tense, and his baby blue eyes are boring into me.
“I love it. Thank you for wanting to give me something so special.” I wrap my arms around his neck.
His intense face softens, and his lips turn up at the corners. “You’ve already thanked me, Angel; you’re giving me forever.” He unwraps my arms from around his neck and takes my ring finger in his hand. He runs his fingers over the band. “This is my promise that you will have my heart forever.”
I feel my chest swell as he once more pledges his love to me. It doesn’t matter that we are in an airplane bathroom that now smells like sex or the fact that I’m somewhat naked. I almost laugh at that thought.
“I love you.” I lean up and kiss him.
“I love you too.” He pulls away. “Come on, let’s get out of this cramped bathroom.” He looks around and frowns. “Good thing we’re not claustrophobic,” he mumbles to himself.
We walk out of the bathroom together five minutes later. It was a struggle to get both of us cleaned up; having to place my jeans and high heels back on was a sight to see. I managed to cut my arm on something sharp. Who knew it could be hazardous.
I lead us back to our seats while I keep my head down trying to avoid the looks from the other passengers. Slade places his hand on my lower back to push me along. He must know what they are thinking. So, those were the two we heard joining the mile high club.
Trust me, by the way some of the women are eye-fucking Slade, I’m pretty sure they wish he would have joined it with them.
Once we make our way to the other end of the plane, I squeeze into the window seat and Slade sits down beside me.
“What have you two been doing?” Josh asks as he turns around looking over the back of his seat to stare down at us.
“Nothing,” I answer sweetly.
He looks from me to Slade a few times and then a big smile spreads across his face. “That hickey on your neck says otherwise.” He nods his head down to me making a few pieces of his long shaggy brown hair fall in his face covering his blue eyes.
Courtney reaches up and pulls him down into his seat by the collar of his shirt. I laugh as I hear him choking from her action. “What?” I hear him ask, but she gives him no response.
Slade slides his hand across my face and into my hair. He pulls my face over to him, and he brings his lips to mine.
“You gave me a hickey?” I lift an eyebrow. He’s left them before just not where others can see them.
He smirks, and I can almost read his mind. He’s thinking ‘Fuck yeah I did. What are you going to do about it?’
“Oh yeah, it’s huge,” Josh says before we hear Courtney reach over and smack his arm. “Ow,” he whines.
“I couldn’t help it. You just taste so good.” Slade tightens his hand in my hair, and I take in a deep breath.
“Go back to the bathroom,” Josh calls out.
Courtney pops her head up over her seat giving us a death glare. “I can’t keep his ass quiet if you guys keep fueling the fire,” she states before she turns back around.
I giggle as Slade laughs out loud.
He then leans back into me, placing his lips next to my ear so only I can hear him. “Just so you know, when we get home my tongue is going to take care of you.” He pulls back and his eyes drop to my lap. I squeeze my legs tightly thinking of just what that promise means.
“And I’ll do something for you.” I lick my lips.
He shakes his head with a smile on his face. “I have a hard enough time not coming when your hands and mouth are on me.” He leans over to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to tie you to our bed and do naughty things to you,” he says in his deep demanding tone. “I’ll tease you.” He glides his hand up my leg before it dips between my tight thighs. “I’ll have you begging for me to take you.” He nibbles on my earlobe, and I close my eyes as I shiver. “You’re going to be so fucking wet by the time I fuck you, you’ll be begging for a release.”
“I love to beg,” I say in a dreamy state with a smile on my face.
“Not as much as I love to hear it.” He pulls back and sits back in his chair cool as a cucumber. Meanwhile I’m sitting in my seat trying to contain the images that he just painted for me. His mouth between my legs while my hands are restrained. That alone has my heart beating fast and an ache building between my legs.
“Sam?” I hear someone say my name bursting my little bubble.
I lean forward and look over to the other side of the aisle. “Did you say something?” I ask Holly.
“Yes.” She leans forward as she puts her arm across Micah’s chest pushing him back into his seat as he lets out a puff of air. “I said…now we have two weddings to plan. It’s going to be so much fun.” She bounces up and down making me laugh.
“Hopefully it doesn’t stress you out as much as it has Holly,” Micah says as he pushes her arm off of his chest with a frown.
I shake my head. “No. I want…”
Before I can say that I want a small and simple wedding, Slade interrupts me. “It’s going to be huge,” he says excitingly as he spreads his arms wide in front of us.
I turn my head to stare at the man who surprises me more and more every day.
“Whatever you want Angel, it’s yours.” He pats my knee. “You want crystal chandeliers, you got ‘em, you want champagne fountains, consider it done. Chocolate fountains or even ice sculptures of fucking penguins.” He lets out a laugh. “Whatever you want,” he repeats. “Consider it done.”
The big smile on his face as his baby blue eyes look into mine have me smiling like an idiot.
Who knew the infamous Slade Long would be so excited to plan his wedding.     “Thanks, baby.”
“We can start planning as soon as we get back,” Holly says excitedly.
“I’m not in a rush.” I shrug. “We need to concentrate on yours first.”
Her eyes get wide, and she takes in a deep breath. “We can have a double bachelorette - bachelor party in Vegas.” She claps her hands; her excitement growing more than I thought was possible.
I look up at Slade. I’m fine with that. That sounds fun to me.
Micah beats us to it. “I think that’s a great idea,” he says, nodding his head over at us, looking just as excited as Holly over the idea.
“Sure,” Slade agrees with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Then it’s settled.” Holly bounces up and down once more. “All we need now is for Courtney and Josh to get married.”
I hear Courtney coughing like she just swallowed her tongue causing me to give a little laugh. Then Josh peeks his head over the seat and winks at us. I shake my head as Slade pulls me into his side.
“I think Tate needs to get married after Slade and Sam,” Courtney adds.
We all look over to Tate sitting in the row in front of Holly and Micah. He has his head down and is messing with his phone, which the flight attendant has already twice gotten onto him about.
I release a sigh as I sit back into Slade’s side. I don’t think Tate has any intention of settling down, ever. He once told me at Larry’s that not everyone is looking for love. I’m pretty sure that was his way of saying he just wants to fuck around with women.
I look over to Slade as him and Micah talk about the upcoming work week and their father hiring a new guy up at the firm. There was a time Slade didn’t want to be in love. He didn’t even care to know their names let alone see them again. No strings attached was his motto. I have faith that Tate will one day find someone he can’t live without. I just hope that when that day comes, she doesn’t break his heart.
“I love you.” I interrupt their conversation and look up at Slade.
He pauses midsentence and looks down at me. “I love you too, Angel.” He gives me a warm smile as his baby blue eyes stare into mine. Then turns his attention back to Micah, picking up where he left off.
I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. I’m going to take a nap while I’m in his arms. Come tomorrow, he will be back to work at the firm, and I will be back to work at the bank.
“Thanks again for the wonderful trip,” I say standing in the middle of the St. Louis airport hugging Vivian as the guys grab the luggage.
She shakes her head, which tosses her long blond hair around as she sniffs.
“Are you alright?” I ask with a frown.
She nods her head quickly. “I’m just so happy. Both of my boys have found love.” She smiles and claps her hands together.
I smile back at her. She has been emotional since Slade proposed last night. After his proposal we all drank champagne and hung out in our room until about three in the morning. I had laid down and passed out from exhaustion after everyone left. The time change was still kicking my butt. Not long after I fell asleep, Slade had woke me up. He said he needed to make love to me. It was sweet but had given me an uneasy feeling.
   “What’s wrong?” I ask sleepily running my hands through his damp hair. His naked body lying on top of mine, pinning me down into the mattress.
   “I just need you right now. I need to show you how much I love you,” he whispers into my neck.
  I inhale his clean scent from his soap and smile.
  “Tell me,” he says, sounding desperate. “Tell me you need me.”
    “I need you,” I say without hesitation. “I love you,” I add. Even though it’s the truth, I feel like he still needs to hear the words.
   “Promise me you’ll never leave me.” He reaches up and pulls my hands away from his hair. Intertwining his fingers through mine, he holds them down beside my head.
     “I’ll never leave you,” I say trying not to show the concern on my face or in my voice.
     He pushes my hands up the bed and places them in one hand. His free hand cups my face. My eyes roam his face, and I can see the frown on his lips and the fear in his eyes. What he fears I have no clue.
     “I’ll always protect you, Angel,” he promises. “With my life, I will protect you.”
      I start to ask him what he means by that, but he doesn’t give me the opportunity. His other hand releases my wrists, and before I know it, he enters me and slowly makes love to me as if I’m something to be cherished.
My concerns fade as he shows me just how soft he can be.
I don’t know what could have happened in such a short time from when everyone left our room to when he woke me up. I wanted to question him this morning but when I woke up to our alarm, I realized that I had already pressed snooze twice. So, needless to say, we were already running behind and I did not have a chance to ask him what happened to make him second-guess my feelings toward him. I did not want to miss our plane.
“Vivian,” Mark says softly coming up behind her and pulling me out of my memories.
“Oh I know. I know.” She fans her face with her hand to help dry her happy tears. She smiles at me, brushing her long blond hair off of her shoulders. “I’m just emotional.” She takes both of my hands again, squeezing. “Can you imagine what I’ll be like at the weddings?” she asks, laughing at herself. “It’s a mother’s dream.” She looks up to the ceiling as she sighs dramatically. “I can’t wait to go dress shopping and help you choose a cake, bridesmaid’s dresses, and a bridal bouquet.”
She tightens her hands on mine, and I look down at the pink princess cut diamond that sits on my ring finger.
I feel sadness that my mother won’t be here to help me plan my wedding. Or that my father won’t be able to walk me down the aisle. They both died way too soon. They should have had the chance to see their only daughter get married, to know that I found my one true love.
“Did I say something wrong, dear?” she asks, getting my attention.
I look up at her, pulling myself together. “No, I’m great.” I give her a reassuring smile.
“You girls should come over tomorrow after you get off of work. We can go over everything and start planning these weddings. After all of the hours we have already spent planning Holly’s wedding, not much has been settled yet. Only the few things that her mother has chosen for her,” she says with a frown. Holly’s mother seems to be getting on everyone’s nerves.
“You don’t have to do that. I already told Holly that we need to focus on hers and Micah’s first,” I inform her.
“Oh no,” she chimes. “I can multitask.” She smiles at me.
I just nod my head, because I don’t want to put a damper on her plans. “Thank you.”
I turn around looking for Slade when I see him over by our luggage talking to Tate. They look to be in deep conversation. Slade has his arms crossed over his chest and his legs are spread wide, giving off a threatening stance. Whereas Tate has his hands in his front pockets of his worn looking blue jeans, as his chain hangs from his back to front pocket. He’s leaning up against the luggage belt with one black boot crossed over the other. He looks to be bored as hell as Slade continues to go on and on about something.
“I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow,” Courtney says, coming up behind me. I turn to face her.
“Me either,” I sigh.
“Then quit.”
“I can’t do that,” I respond.
She places an arm over my shoulder. “Why? It’s not because of money.”
I shake my head. “No. Money doesn’t have anything to do with it.” I just need to keep myself busy, although I hate my job at the bank; it’s so boring. It is still my job, and I won’t quit.
Courtney pulls her arm off of my shoulders and turns to face me. “There are other places you can work, Sis.”
“I know.” But until I decide what I want to do with my life, I will continue to work at the bank.
“Your mother left you that money…” She trails off when I narrow my eyes on her and throws her hands up in the air. “You could use that money and start your own business like she always wanted you two to do together,” she finishes.
I place my hands on my hips. I quit thinking of that business the day I left after my high school graduation. “That dream died a long time ago, Court.” It comes out more hateful than I meant it to.
She lets out a breath. “She would want you to be happy.”
I look her in the eyes as I play with my engagement ring on my finger. “I am happy.”
She looks as if she wants to say something, but she just hangs her head and turns to walk away.
“Ready to go home, Angel?” Slade wraps an arm around me, distracting me from the conversation.
I look up at him, and he gives me a small smile, but I can tell from his stiff body that he’s fuming about something.

I offer him a smile in return. “Yes.”

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941649_454730077951262_1299773491_n Shantel is a Texas born girl who now lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, and their three year old little princess. She considers herself extremely lucky to be a stay at home wife and mother. When she’s not reading or writing, she spends her time with family and friends. Find more about Shantel! @Shantel_Tessier www.facebook.com/pages/Shantel-Tessier-Author/408437342580536 https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7086716.Shantel_Tessier