We are so excited to be sharing the release of J.D. Hollyfield's BLACKSTONE with you today. BLACKSTONE is the first book in the Four Fathers series written by four bestselling authors. Be sure to grab your copy today!
I am meticulous. Structured. A single father. I obsess over things and crave control. And when a hot, feisty little woman throws a wrench in my carefully laid out plans, I lose my mind. My every thought revolves around making her bend to my will—until they become less about her doing things my way and more about just her. My name is Trevor Blackstone. I am an obsessive, complicated, demanding man. People may not understand me, but it doesn't stop them from wanting me. *** Four Fathers Series by bestselling authors J.D. Hollyfield, Dani René, K Webster, and Ker Dukey Four genres. Four bestselling authors. Four different stories. Four weeks in April. One intense, sexy, thrilling ride from beginning to end!
Trevor Blackstone is a father, a divorcee, a businessman, a genius oh and he’s a bit of a p#*ck but surprise surprise I love him. Lucy is the young woman sending in his way on a property deal. Lucy is quirky and funny she made me giggle snort a lot.
This story was hot hot hot, seriously these two are on fire. This may be a short story but it packs a punch. Loved the way Lucy and Trevor’s relationship developed.
My kind of short story, good writing + good characters + lots of sex = perfection.
reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood
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J.D. Hollyfield can write a nasty talking arrogant prick like nobody's business. Hot damn! Blackstone will have your panties in a twist whether or not you like your men nerdy. It's a smoking hot way to start the Four Fathers series and makes me desperate for the others.
Blackstone is the ultimate older guy fantasy. Fu©ks like a porn star, built like a fitness model, and amazingly intelligent. What's not to love!
Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood
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Being Sunday, I decide to take a break from memory lane. I snatch a worn historical romance paperback from Gran’s bookshelf and slide into my brand new white bikini. Grabbing my towel and a Mike’s Hard Lemonade from the fridge, I head out back. The sun feels amazing on my skin. I inhale the breeze, tasting the salt of the ocean on my tongue. I drop my towel on the lawn chair and get comfortable. My shades are down, and my book is ready to be dominated. “This is nice,” I hum to myself, lifting my lemonade and taking a nice sip. And out it all repels as I spit and choke on it. “Jeeeesus Christ.” I knock my sunglasses halfway down my nose as my eyes threaten to fall out of their sockets. Where in holy heavens did he come from? The half-naked man leaning on his balcony across the way. My tongue about falls out of my mouth. Is that Numbers? And holy shit, when did he get so much muscle? I’d call him fit, but that’s not fit. That’s like, “Hi, I eat muscle for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and now I’m just all muscle.” I wipe at my chin, unsure whether it’s lemonade splatter or I'm drooling. I’m probably drooling. I wasn’t paying attention to much of him yesterday when he was acting all crazy on my front step. I just wanted him gone. To be honest, while he was babbling, I was trying to dig in the back of my brain for my old high school karate moves in case he tried something on me. Looking at him now, I wish he had. He lifts his hand, threading his large hand through his hair and dragging his fingers down his hard chest covered in a dusting of hair. “Oh boy, where’s that hand going?” I mumble, licking my lips. Oh yeah. I see where this is going. Yep, oh yeah... Did I just moan? Oh, hell yeah I did, but it’s so worth it. His hand dips down into his board shorts and he adjusts himself. Feel free to pull them down. Show us the goods, I think, mentally visualizing just how big his junk is. He’s a pretty big guy. Big hands. Theory says, and all. Watching him fondle himself in all his hot glory, my curiosity piques. How old is he really? He sure had a reason to take offense by my calling him old. He certainly doesn’t look old. He surely looks a zillion times hotter than Jimmy, and he was only twenty-eight. I’m not an age wizard, but if I had to guess, I’d say late thirties, early forties. Definitely a bit out of my age range. Why? No idea. No real reason screaming stay away. Well, besides the major one being he wants to evict me, tear down my Gran’s life of memories, and probably build a gym in its place. Yeah, that’s a good enough reason. It also reminds me it’s the guys who look appealing on the outside that usually turn out to be dicks on the inside.
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About J.D. HOLLYFIELD
J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she’s not cooking, event planning, or spending time with her family, she’s relaxing with her nose stuck in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own stories to life. Living in the Midwest, she’s currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions of her new books and series, along with her charm, humor and HEA’s. J.D. Hollyfield dapples in all genres, from romantic comedy, contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, fantasy and erotica! Want to know more! Follow her on all platforms! Website / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Pinterest / Goodreads / Amazon Author Page / BookBub