Thursday, June 27, 2019

#Tour #Review CHOKE ME by K Webster & Ker Dukey @IndieSagePR @KristiWebster @KerDukeyauthor


Choke Me

by K Webster & Ker Dukey 

Publication Date: June 17, 2019 
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense 


Read for FREE in KindleUnlimited: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster, comes a steamy standalone novella from their KKinky Reads collection! 



I had a plan. 
Make Ren Hayes pay. 
But plans don’t always turn out the way we want them to. 

He was found not guilty of murdering my best friend. 
But that doesn’t make him innocent. 
In my eyes, he’s guilty. 

Guilty of charming everyone around him into believing his innocence. 
Guilty of being so intoxicating I forget who he is—what he is. 
And guilty of awakening parts of me I never knew existed before his touch. 

I know eventually, I’ll succumb. 
His allure beckons me. 
Keeping me on the edge of madness between lust and hate. 

In the end, it’s me who’s guilty. Guilty of allowing him to take my breath away. 
This is a super steamy romance sure to take your breath away! 


*A perfect combination of sweet and sexy with a smidgen of suspense that you can gobble up in just an hour or two! You’ll get a happy ending that’ll make you swoon! This is not a dark romance. 






Choke Me has the unexpected visit from someone we've had the "pleasure" of meeting in Share Me. It's not necessary to have read Share Me first but it was a deliciously dirty read so...

Choke Me is I would say obviously about breathplay but not all people know what that means. The authors actually put an informative page prior to reading to help clarify for those new to the "freaky" bits! Everyone else can still use it to get the mindset. Once you turn the page, you are in Ren's world.

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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Also in the Series

About K. Webster

K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers. Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen. 



About Ker Dukey

My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of you seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles…prepare for the unexpected. I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up. My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling. When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister. 



Tuesday, June 25, 2019

#Tour #Reviews THE LOCKER ROOM by Meghan Quinn @CandiKanePR @AuthorMegQuinn



THE LOCKER ROOM (Getting Lucky #1) by Meghan Quinn 

Release Date: June 20th 
Genre: Contemporary Romance






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Blurb


Have you heard the rumor around campus about the locker room?

If you haven't, let me enlighten you: Legend has it if you bring a girl into the sacred after-game domain of the baseball locker room, it will end with a walk down the aisle. One rowdy and naked encounter against the lockers with the girl of your dreams will make her your wife.

Translation: baseball players are stupidly superstitious and believe the locker room has magical powers.

But not all baseball players are superstitious, me included.

So when the girl I've fallen for brushes me off, I start to question if I need to switch my way of thinking. Maybe it's time I finally hand out a coveted invitation to the locker room.

The only question is, will she accept?

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Before I started this book all I knew was that it was set in college and it was a sports romance. Meghan has written a multi-layered book. It has the humour I expected but the heartbreak i felt took me by surprise. Knox Gentey met Emory Ealson and fell hard. I just love when a man does all the pursuing. Even when he messed up I couldn't help but laugh at him, he's just adorable. Their relationship was sweet fun and romantic, he was just the perfect boyfriend. Ealson is a girl I could be friends with she's sweet and quirky I loved her. The only downside for me was the ending happened too quickly I would have liked it better if that part had been expanded on. 


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Have you ever met someone and been completely taken in by them but then they open their mouth and it's straight to @sshole zone. Not friend zone, friends with benefits zone, or even right now- No, I mean smack this @sshhole upside the head and plot his death zone. Just me!?! Then you haven't met Jase, or his best friends Cam and Asher. 

I can honestly say without a shadow of a doubt that your opinion will change. 100% guaranteed. The Trouble With You is a fun push and pull enemies to lovers adventure. By adventure, I mean ups, downs, and sideways movements and even a hit that feels like you were pushed off a cliff. 

Rixon Raiders rule the roost in this sports-obsessed town where football is king. The players are gods. Everyone else is there for servitude. Except for the one girl with a front row seat to trouble!

Hailee has never been a fan. She has no desire to be a part of that world. High school is almost done. She just needs to get through this year. Just needs...Yeah,about that, it might be easier if her stepbrother wasn't the head of the god squad. If QB1 didn't live in the same house and live to make her existence that much more difficult.

If, if ,if...

Time is wasted on ifs. She can't lose him and she sure won't join him. Hailee is stubbrn and will not go down without a fight. The question is who is she really fighting? The pranks are getting out of hand and now the consequences are very real.

The Trouble With You is fiction with a lot of reality. It's not your sweet saccharine tale. No it's a teeth gnashing, tongue biting, knock down drag out romp. So dust off your dancing shoes and get your homecoming speech ready because the Raiders are here. 

I'll be over in the corner sneaking longing glances at football hotties while silently judging the horny girls throwing themselves at them. Ah, the sweet smell of pheromones and teenage angst, nothing but the best from LA Cotton. 

Go Raiders!

reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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Excerpt: 


This map is useless.

Easy to read, my ass. I need a magnifying glass to make out any of the color-coded buildings on this thing and unfortunately, I left my magnifying glass in my other skirt. That was sarcasm, if you didn’t catch it.

Standing next to a wonky-looking tree, I try to act as casual as possible—hip popped out, interested glances, the usual—as I hide a school map beneath the pages of Pride and Prejudice , while off-handedly looking for the MacMillan building. But the wind—though subtle—isn’t making things easy.

Recently transferred from Cal State, Fullerton, I’m attempting to avoid making a fool of myself on the first day of fall classes at my new school, Brentwood University.

Unfortunately, I’m way out of my element.

For one, I know nothing about this school other than they have the best library sciences program in the country. Making the transfer a no-brainer for me the minute I realized I wanted to be a librarian. I dabbled in business at Cal State, but who was I kidding? I had no right trying to figure out micro-and macroeconomics.

A California girl through and through, Illinois is nothing like the palm trees and beaches I’ve grown up with. Don’t get me wrong, there are trees here, huge, plush, green trees everywhere, the kind of trees Bob Ross made dance on his canvas. But the smog . . . I have no idea where that is. Breathing fresh air almost feels wrong. And apparently pizza is a big deal here. I’ve heard at least three separate arguments since I’ve moved about which pizza in town is best. Let’s all be friends and be grateful there is good pizza here.

And even though this is a “small” school town outside Chicago, it’s larger than life with boisterous personalities and ivy-covered buildings that cause me to believe I’m walking on the hallowed grounds where the prosperous were educated.

Plus, I had to buy leggings for all my skirts, because the temperature doesn’t call for bare legs out here.

The wind picks up again, lifting my skirt and map at the same time. Not wanting to be known as the resident flasher on campus, I save the skirt—because even though I have leggings, I chose not to wear them today—and tamp it back down on my legs as the map lifts from my book, floats into the air, twirling and swirling only to smack a passing guy right in the face.

Whap .

“What the—?” He startles and I jump into action.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, scrambling to hold my skirt down while clutching my parted book at my chest.

The map is slowly peeled away and a pair of beautiful light blue eyes peek past the paper first, followed by the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen, defined and tense. Light scruff matches his dirty-blond hair that is swept to the left and cut short on the sides. Dressed in a green Brentwood baseball sweatshirt and wearing a jaw-dropping smile, he chuckles and hands me the map while eyeing me up and down.

Why is he so familiar?

Those eyes.

“Not a problem, but you could have asked for help if you were lost. Slapping me with a map is an aggressive tactic, effective, but aggressive.”

That voice, that smirk. I know it from somewhere.

Feeling a light blush creep up my cheeks, I say, “Not used to the wind.”

He nods and thumbs behind him. “Lake Michigan. It’s a bitch in the winter.” He studies me for a second and then nods at my map. “Where you headed? I can help.” There is the smallest southern drawl in his voice, nothing strong, but enough to tell me he’s not from Illinois.

I know that voice. I remember specifically thinking it was hot.

Tamping down my map and folding it in my book that I snap shut quickly, I say, “I promised I’d figure this all out on my own, but looks like I might need a little help after all.”

“Don’t blame yourself; this campus is a maze with no rhyme or reason. I was lost my entire first semester. Can’t tell you how many times I was late to class.”

“That’s reassuring.”

He tilts his head to the side and gives me a small once-over. “I know you.” I don’t say anything and just as his eyes land on my chest, a smile creeps over his face, a light bulb lighting in his head. “You’re the girl who helped me find my room on Saturday.”

Oh.

Shit.

It’s the yellow-door baseball guy.

He leans forward, hands stuffed in his pockets and says, “I never forget a good pair of tits.”

As if I wasn’t blushing enough already.






About the Author: 

USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.


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#NewRelease #Reviews MANIPULATE by Pam Godwin @pamgodwinbooks


MANIPULATE by Pam Godwin


Genre → Dark Romance (anti-heroes, human sex trafficking, cartel)
Series → Each book is a different couple. No cliffhangers. Must be read in order.
Release Date → Jun 25, 2019




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MANIPULATE 

Blurb

Tula Gomez is in the most ruthless prison in Latin America.


She only drove to Mexico to help her sister. She did nothing wrong.

But her quiet life changed in an instant.

To survive the violent, cartel-controlled prison where men blend with women, she pledges her loyalty to the notorious leader in exchange for the one thing she needs most.

Protection.

When she agrees to seduce the suspicious new inmates, Martin Lockwood and Ricky Saldivar, she doesn’t expect to enjoy it. Sure, they’re gorgeous, irresistibly alpha, and insanely talented with their hands and mouths. But they’re the enemy. She can’t fall for them.

Torn between her cartel loyalties and two men who want her as deeply as they want each other, she questions who is manipulating whom. Her search for answers leads to a passionate ménage, a soul-crushing secret, and an impossible choice.

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Manipulate is the sixth book in the dark twisted Deliver series. The wait is over for Ricky and Martin's story. This is a dark and at times brutally violent story so if you have triggers you've been warned. However Pam very cleverly weaved a story of love, hope and self preservation into it as well. The introduction of Tula may surprise some but I truly believe she was an essential element to Ricky and Martin moving forward. Tula may just be my favourite female from this series her character growth was nothing short of phenomenal. Revelations that come to light were a surprise and add so much to the story. 

Another fantastic book in one of my favourite dark series ever.


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Gahhhhhhhhh! 

How do I start this commentary!?! Pam Godwin, I bow down to your masterful mind f@ckery! Manipulate gives me closure and get teases me to extremes. I have zero shame in admitting Ricky and Martin have been teasing my filthy brain since Pam first whispered their connection in our ears. Then she let us "see" it come alive and there was no stopping my NEED, my aching desire, to see these two work through everything. I won't even say that my fantasies played a part in my enjoyment because though I'm a dreamer about the MFM/MMF it was the intrinsic connection that had me sold!

Manipulate me all you want. I was clearly putty in Pam Gordon's hands. I have no regrets. I have a new lady crush. And now I'm back to square one...I'm panting for the next installment. Trying not to hold my breath in anticipation for the next adventure...

reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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Author Bio


New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.


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Monday, June 24, 2019

#NewRelease #Reviews TEARDROP SHOT by Tijan @ninabocci @TijansBooks



LOOK WHAT'S LIVE?! 

Teardrop Shot is LIVE on Kindle!


BLURB

I asked for his criteria for bed buddies–that's the PG version.
He swore at me and said he didn’t do groupies.
And just like that, our friendship was off to a great start. 

Reese Forster was the starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder. 
Gorgeous. Cocky. Loved by the nation.
He’s also attending preseason basketball training camp where I used to work. 

Correction: where I work again, because I was fired from my last job. 
And dumped. 
And I might have a tiny bit of baggage, but that’s normal. Right?

Reese and I shouldn’t have become friends.
We shouldn’t have become roommates. 
And we really shouldn’t have started sleeping together … (Except we did.)

I’m adorably psychotic. He’s in the NBA.
This is not a disaster waiting to happen, at all.


**Teardrop Shot is a 100k standalone sports romance.

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Tijan is one of my favourite authors I never read the synopsis because I'm always confident I'm her storytelling. I didn't know much except it was a standalone sports romance so I thought I knew what to expect. How wrong I was. 

Reese and Charlie's story touched me in ways I can't even describe. The author captured the emotion of the story perfectly. The characters will make you laugh, cry and fall in love. My advice would be to go in blind because just when you think you know where the story is going it all flips and you'll never be the same.

Bravo Tijan on another unforgettable story. 


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I'm not even sure how I feel about this book...That's not true. I feel too many things. I feel happy. I feel devastated. I feel overwhelmed.

Tijan throws a lot at the reader in Teardrop Shot. It's intense and heartbreaking. Nothing can prepare you for the direction this is going. You can only hold on to the handlebars and hug yourself tight; believing in hope the whole time. Because unlike a floating Teardrop Shot, this book will not be a graceful arc and perfectly placed fall into the net for the reader. No, you may be watching this beautiful story of love and basketball but you are doing it from center ice (with no skates mind you) mid Stanley Cup final like a newborn Bambi.

Enjoy Charlie and her special brand of questions. I certainly did. Enjoy the patience, kindness, and care of dealing with such a delicate situation. Embrace Reese because he is mine now. Every sexy inch of him!😉

reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! IT IS NOT EDITED. You've been warned. ;) 


There was Garth Carzoni.
I almost fell down into the dishwasher.
I should stop gawking, but I couldn’t.
Terry Bartlonguesen.
I made a weird sounding gurgle. It started as a sigh, but I caught myself and barked out an alien something again. I wasn’t sure myself what it was. 
He’d been traded the last year to help--I couldn’t breathe. Literally. My heart stopped working as he leaned over and whispered something to Matthew Crusky.
Matthew Crusky, everyone! The Cruskinator. The Cruskimachine.
Double-down on the weird alien sigh.
I sagged again, but grabbed for the sink and caught myself.
Right.
Look away. Brain walls. Brain walls. They needed to be erect.
Firm.
Standing upright and ready.
I felt my knees going.
I couldn’t stop myself.
I went back to my stalker/gawking mode.
Beau Michems.
Crowd surges to their feet and makes a standing ovation. Ahhhh. Ahhhhh.
And he was sitting next to Juan Cartion.
Juan Cartion. Juan the Speedster Cartion! His other nickname was the Chia Pet because his hair would frizz up during every game. The announcers loved teasing him about it. He wasn’t the Chia Pet here, though. His hair was slicked down and combed to the side. He was the shooting guard, and--I was about to embark into Pure Insanity Mode so I had to guard myself, ram up the shields--he was Reese Forster’s best friend.
My mouth dried up, just thinking of him, thinking his best friend was in that room. His best friend was twenty feet from me.
Me. From me!
“Settle down, Cherry Popper.”
“Cherry Popper?” I turned around, and raised an eyebrow. “Are you using reverse psychology on me? Hoping I’ll want to pop your cherry.”
Trent laughed. “I was hoping for projection. I’m projecting my fantasies onto you.”
I snorted. “Hate to break it to you, but my cherry was popped long agooo...oo...oh shit.” My boss was standing on the other side of the dish window, a scowl on his face.
The dirty bastard was going to take it and run. I knew how he worked--
He just shook his head, and sighed. “Trent, we’re going to start.”
Damn. He was all business. I was slightly disappointed… slightly. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.
I couldn’t help myself. “Hey, Keith?”
He started to head for the doorway, but paused and looked back.
I deadpanned, “If you were five years old right now, in that body, what’s the first thing you’d do?”
“Keep it up, Manning. We have other alumni staff we can call.” He started back.
“Oh yeah? How many of them can ask you--” A hand clapped around my mouth.
Trent spoke over my head, “Keep walking, Boss. I got her handled.”
No one handled me.
Well, except that Trent did just now and that I needed it.
I gulped down some oxygen once he lifted his hand and sagged forward. “Thank you. I almost lost a second job just there.”
He moved back, but his chuckle was strained. “I gotta go, but you need to get yourself in check. I mean it. I have to leave tomorrow for another speaking event, and I won’t be back for another week and a half. You going to be okay till then?”
I nodded.
Once the camp weeks started, it wouldn’t be hard to avoid Keith. He tended to only show up for meals, for the evening meetings if there were any, and that was it. He’d stay in the office after that, so as long as he wasn’t poking his nose in the gym courts, I would be fine. I could do the dishes and that’d squirrel me away a plate of food so I didn’t actually have to see Keith then.
Trent said to Hadley, who was walking by him at that second, “You’ll help reign her in if she needs it?”
Hadley threw him a smile over her shoulder, not stopping. She went out, picked up a steamer and brought it back in. She said as she passed by again, “No problem, though I’ve always enjoyed Charlie’s feisty side.”
I bit back a laugh. She liked to egg it on.
“For some reason, I’m not reassured.”
I slapped him on the arm. “Get on. I’ll be fine. And if anything else, I’ll whisper my random questions.”
He gave me a dry look. “Right. Because that’s not creepy.”
I shrugged, going back to the dishes.
The players had started to migrate out the doors, leaving all their dishes on the table.
Normal camps had a process where they were told how to collect plates on one tray, silverware on another, trash etc. Adult camps were just told to take their dishes to the dish window, but these guys were none of those. I wasn’t surprised to see not one of them brought their stuff to the window. That meant an added thirty minutes to the clean-up, just collecting everything. But as I was thinking it, Owen was whipping through with a cart.
I guess if they couldn’t bring the dishes to the window, Owen was bringing the window to their dishes? He had a soaking tub on there for the silverware even.
“Okay. I’m going to go.” Trent still lingered. “You haven’t asked about your baller crush.”
Hyperventilating.
Then I heard Trent say, “He’s not here. He’s coming tomorrow.”
Oh good God. 


“Would you stop fucking leering at me? I don’t do groupies.” ​



“You don’t think I’m a freak?”
“No, I do. You’re crazy.”
The corner of his mouth tugged up, and holy shit, my heart flopped over in my chest.
There was the Reese Forster that was in Person magazine’s Most Beautiful People issue.
There was my fantasy for so many years.
“But I’m hoping you’re harmless.” ​



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