The Stewart Realty Series, by Liz Crowe 6




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Book Description:

Jack Gordon is Ann Arbor’s most delectable bachelor. At age thirty-five, he’s made millions as a top-selling Ann Arbor real estate broker and has the right connections to close a deal by any means necessary. With his rugged good looks and compelling personality, he has a virtual black book most men would kill for and he uses it often, never settling for one woman for very long.

While his D/s past remains buried, exactly where he wants it, an undercurrent of boredom and dissatisfaction runs through his life now. A disastrous experience years earlier made him swear off the whole scene, but the more Jack suppresses his natural Dom, the more his frustration grows.

Sara Thornton, a rookie in the real estate game, has fast-tracked herself to the top of the Ann Arbor market. Her life reflects a disciplined and focused routine, exactly the way she wants it. However, as her career takes off, the fulfillment she seeks remains inexplicably out of reach. The one thing she knows for sure, she will not join the Jack Gordon groupies in her company, no matter how tempting that might seem.

A chance encounter and a difficult transaction throw Jack and Sara together and the sparks fly high and hot and often. Forced to confront the compulsions that gain momentum with each sizzling hookup, their relationship seems to spiral out of control until Jack finally admits what he needs, and shows Sara what she’s been missing.




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Book Description:

Jack Gordon thought he’d finally made it. He had a wildly successful career, money in the bank and even returned to his life as Dom, putting an end to a string of unfulfilling sexual encounters. Now that he’s made the ultimate commitment to Sara Thornton, he believes all is right in their world. However, a series of misunderstandings and a dose of self-fulfilling prophesy bring his perfectly crafted house of cards tumbling down around him, forcing him to confront lingering misgivings about marriage and trust. Could those be the only two things he can never achieve?

Sara struggles with her intense need for Jack and her desire for less volatility in her busy life, two goals which appear to be mutually exclusive. Although willing to put in the time and emotional effort to make their relationship work, she finds it futile and frustrating, littered with clashes thanks to near-identical personalities and temperaments. Given Sara’s history, easing back into the comfortable status quo becomes easier than fighting a war with the one person who should be her safe haven. But will the easier choice satisfy her the way only Jack can? Is her “war” one that comes from without or within?

Buffeted by circumstance, temptation and distraction, Jack and Sara’s tenuous relationship crumbles, sparking a continuous quest for the ever elusive: trust, love and acceptance. By the time they rebuild a foundation for renewal, fate has other plans. This leaves them both reeling, once again questioning their destiny.




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Love conquers all? Not likely, according to Sara Thornton. She’s spent eight years coming to terms with the new parameters of her life while resigning herself to the idea that “happily ever afters” are best left to fairytales. Sales manager for her successful real estate office and juggling an added element of responsibility she never thought she’d face, Sara continues to struggle with the men in her life. Love, for her, has only meant hurt, broken trust and anger; all of which she’s completely banished from her life, so she claims.


Jack Gordon has come a long way since his early days of obsession with Sara. As the general manager of Stewart Realty, his own level of responsibility for the well-being of others has ramped up. He’s even honed his caretaking skills, now that he has someone who loves him unconditionally.


Continuing to invest effort and rebuild their relationship, he and Sara grow close as friends. Despite this, his ultimate question remains unanswered; the one he keeps asking, no matter how many times she says no. Sara isn’t prepared for the keen focus of his need–to have her back, once and for all. Her stubborn resistance nearly rips both lives apart


The epic conclusion to The Realtors series, Closing Costs brings Jack and Sara truly full circle. Proving that the heat of lust and obsession; the need for control and to be mastered in many areas of life can lead to love —surprising you when you least expect it – if you will only allow it.


Review for the series:

4 out of 5

Great set of books! I love the play on real estate! How do you tell if a book is good? For me it’s when you are turning the pages faster and faster and going back and forth between who you want to win.

You really have three characters that make this story.

Sara, who despite herself is a gluten for punishment and can’t just tell you what she is feeling.

Jack is a great character that is great at his job and all the girls want him. He can’t commit to them and then he meets Sara and can’t get her out of his mind and falls for her which scares the crap out of him.

Craig is taking a break on college and is working at the realty company while he decides what to do with his life when he meets Sara, who is older then him, and thinks she is hot and smart, but knows she has a thing with Jack.

I found myself at different parts hoping for Sara to be with Jack and then no, Craig, and then back to Jack. In the end of a crazy journey over 14 years I think that she ended up with the right person but what a crazy ride to get there! Great writing and love Sara’s roll in this. I will be looking at the others books that go along with this to learn more about the side characters.

Review by Brave One

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Floor Time Excerpt:

Two o’clock became two forty-five with no guests. No big surprise. She made it through half of her water and a few chapters of the latest hot vampire novel she’d brought with her to pass the time. Bored, she got up to walk around when she saw a car pull into the long gravel drive.

She watched as Jack unfolded his tall frame out of the Corvette and walked around to reach into the passenger’s seat. It struck her that she had never seen him in anything but a suit, or at least dress pants, shirt, and tie, as she admired his ass in the dark jeans. He looked good enough to eat. But panic replaced her blooming desire.

What was he doing at her open house? Was there a problem with their deal?

She glimpsed a shopping bag from the local organic chain grocery in one hand. He grinned at her, lighting up his arresting eyes. Her breath caught in her throat.


She had made a vow to herself she would not get caught up in the Jack Gordon whirlwind. However, here she was, high and mighty, and yet about to explode with need for his lips on hers.

Double shit.

“I thought you might be lonely all the way out here and we should have a picnic. What do you say?” He made his way to the front door. He wore a plain burgundy t-shirt, jeans that hugged his front as nicely as his rear, and driving shoes. Momentarily blinded by lust, she fought the impulse to pull him into the foyer and make him fuck her until she was spent.

Nice, very nice. The guy brings you a picnic and you want to skip right to the after-play?

Turning on her heel she headed back into the house without even responding to his suggestion, assuming he would follow her. Sara realized she had to get control of herself before talking or her voice would surely betray her. She glanced at her watch. Three p.m. – she had to focus on her job for one more hour. Let him wait.

“Don’t you have an open house of your own?” She sounded a tad more irritable than she intended.

“Nope.” He walked right into her personal space, brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her. His firm lips remained noncommittal. She shivered as he kept his hand on her neck under her hair. He caressed her almost absentmindedly as he looked around at the house.

“Well, the view is great,” he admitted as he strode into the front bedroom suite. Sara watched as he walked out of that room and took in at the high cathedral ceilings made of light ash wood. Then he whistled, picked up his grocery bag, and walked into the kitchen complete with new gleaming stainless steel appliances and white tile floor.

“Nice, but it’s sort of cold in here, isn’t it? Maybe some color, flowers or something, would help?”

“Fuck off, Jack. I don’t need your help. Why are you here, anyway?”

“Easy, tiger, easy.” He leaned on the countertop. “I know you know what to do. I can’t help it. It’s second nature for me to say something about the house first.” Sara caught herself clenching and unclenching her fists, and stopped.

Damn the man, anyway.

She couldn’t even stay mad at him. She slumped against the doorframe.

“It’s a shit listing. I don’t get any showings and hardly any new buyers from these open houses. The sellers couldn’t care less that it sits here and gets stale.” She sighed, then relaxed, only to have her desire for him rush over her like a tidal wave. He attended to his grocery bag and began setting stuff on the counter.

“What the hell am I going to do when a guest shows up, Jack? Put that crap away.”

“It’s okay, babe, we’ll just say we rolled out the red carpet for your potential buyers with these nice strawberries and this cream.” He pulled the last container from the bag with a flourish.

“You are insane, you know that?” She stared at the array of stuff on the counter.

“You won’t think that when I show you this amazing bottle of wine I found. I forgot I had it.” He pulled out a green bottle with a French label of some sort, two wine glasses, and a corkscrew.

“Um, yeah, well, I’m not really comfortable doing this here. I mean, it’s not my kitchen.” Sara gulped as she took another step away from him to get his smell out of her nose.

“Sure it is.” He worked the cork out, allowing her to admire the amazing definition of his arms. “I’ll bet you’ve spent more time in this fucked-up house with its million-dollar view than you have in your own house since you listed it. I mean, you do opens, you refill sales brochures, you check on the lawn – what else? Tell me I’m wrong.” He pulled the cork free, splashed some golden liquid into each glass, and handed one to her. By the time he’d completed the task, Sara had made her way nearly six feet away from him.

“Baby, I don’t bite,” he said, holding out the glass to her.

She surged forward, as if to prove she wasn’t afraid, grabbing the glass as she passed.

“Thanks. Never had a happy hour at an open house.”


Sweat Equity Excerpt:

Jack watched his now ex-fiancée screech out onto the quiet street, sipped his bourbon and relished its slow lubrication of the horror at what had just happened. He sank back into the chair and glared at the fucked up still life of the condom and ring together on the table.

“Happiness Thwarted” he could call it, or even better, “In Which Jack Is a Dumb Ass.” The purple foil packets stacked next to the nearly twenty-thousand-dollar hunk of metal and compressed coal he’d put so much faith in just a few months ago.

“Goddamnit.” He swept the whole mess onto the floor. His usual method of instant spin control had abandoned him. He had nothing, remained a hollow shell, scraped clean, raw and pulsing like a six-foot five-inch exposed nerve ending.

The fucking condoms.

He’d left them there from over a year ago. From when he’d taken that crazy-ass blonde bitch of a client away for a weekend. The weekend she tried to convince him to marry her. But he’d already met Sara by then. So, he had fucked the woman six ways to Sunday then dropped her at her house, his mind and heart elsewhere.

Oh, the bitter irony of the situation did not escape him. Vegas had been fun, sure. He’d flirted like crazy and let some ladies buy him drinks but he went to bed alone every single night without a single qualm or regret. He hadn’t talked to Sara that week, but he’d been busy, serving on countless panels and attending dozens of stupid glad-handing receptions. When he wasn’t doing that he’d played Texas Hold ’em and lost his ass with gleeful abandon. He’d had his mind firmly fixed on the future. With Sara. He’d even entertained a pretty out-there fantasy of her beautiful body, swollen and full with their child.

“Oh fuck.” His face and eyes burned. His throat closed up. The room spun. He had to get her back.

How? Was he even worthy?

No, he wasn’t. But he didn’t care.

Jack got up, retrieved the expensive ring from the floor and set it on the front hall table with his other stuff. His heartbeat pounded at the sight of it. Anger followed close on the heels of despair. The house echoed with silence. He knew what he needed. Picking up his smart phone he quick dialed his friend, Suzanne.

“Hey, Jack, what’s up?”

“I need to talk.”

“Where are you?” The noise of her beer bar receded, so he assumed she must have walked into the brewery.

“Home. But I’m coming over. You gonna be there?”

“Well, I wasn’t, but I’ll stick around.” Silence spun out between them before she spoke again. “You did it, didn’t you?”

Jack dragged a hand through his hair. He knew exactly what she meant. “Yeah. I did.”

“Oh hell.” The ensuing silence deafened him. He trusted Suzanne more than he trusted just about anyone, except her business partner, who was currently on the West Coast at some beer conference. “C’mon over, you fucking idiot. I’ll buy you a beer.” Jack slumped against the wall, relieved to have somewhere to go, sick to his stomach and emptier than he’d ever felt in his entire life.


Closing Costs Excerpt:


Once Jack and Sara had eased back into a wary friendship, the entire Stewart Real Estate Company rejoiced because it meant fewer fraught upper management meetings. Jack Gordon was a hard-ass leader, tough, firm, driven and with high expectations of everyone around him. He had turned the brokerage around. But for almost a year he’d been impossible to work with – antsy, quick tempered, never seeming to leave the office even to sleep or eat except on Tuesdays and Thursdays – the days he had Kate at his house.

Their conversations lasted long into the night nearly three or four times a week and between sorting through work issues and discussing theories of raising a successful future woman, they’d drifted into more personal details.

“So…” she’d asked at one point, needing to know but dreading the answer at the same time. “Have you, um, moved on, like I told you to?”

“Since when do I do what you tell me?”

She’d shivered at the sound of his voice. It had compelled her in so many ways, for good and bad. She needed to hear it, like she needed to drink water.

“Never mind.”

“And you? Find a new boyfriend yet?”

“Yeah, in all my spare time, I’m out clubbing, picking up guys.”

“Well, there is the internet.”

“That’s sick. You gonna answer me?”

He sighed. “I’ve been down at the club again. Playing.” Sara shut her eyes.

“Why didn’t you ever take me there? I would’ve…”

He cut her off. “You weren’t ready and every time I thought you were, you’d scream at me to get the hell out of your life, if memory serves.”

“Yeah, I guess so. We sure are good at bad timing, aren’t we?”

“Uh huh. You, my dear, are the queen of overreaction. But I still love you.”

Her scalp had tingled and she snuggled down in the covers. “Don’t know why. I’m a real bitch, I hear.”

He chuckled and her thighs tightened at the sound. “You horny, baby? That what this is about?”

She’d bitten her lip. “You psychic?”

“Only as relates to you.”

“Good night Jack. See you tomorrow.”

“Wait – let’s have phone sex. It’ll be fun.”

It had been her turn to chuckle. “You are so…”

“Blue-balled? Seriously Sara. I may be messing around downtown but I don’t…I can’t…oh hell why am I telling you anyway. You’ll just gloat.”

“No, I won’t. Tell me.”

“Another time. When you’re on your knees, begging me.”

“Dream on.”

“No, you will be.”

She’d shuddered, her whole body on fire now with need for his hands, his lips, his voice. “Stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

She’d sighed, realizing the hopelessness of her whole relationship with him.


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About the Author:

Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.

Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”

With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.

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Read the rest of the series Available on Amazon -including an anthology that has Floor Time/Sweat Equity/Closing Costs all in one PLUS “House Rules” the Jack Gordon prequel.

ESSENCE OF TIME (Stand alone novel or book 4)



MUTUAL RELEASE (Stand alone novel or book 7)

GOOD FAITH (Stand alone “final” novel or book 8)

HOUSE RULES (The Jack Gordon Prequel)





It is highly recommended that you read book 4 (Essence of Time) before this one.


Book Description:

Craig Robinson and Suzanne Baxter had no reason to meet, no real excuse to be friends. But when heart calls to heart…blood to blood…should two people who seem destined to be together heed the spin of Fate’s wheel?

Craig spent years floating through life on cruise control, using directionless jobs, his rock band, swimming, and a string of older women in his bed to smother feelings of loneliness and loss. He finally thought he had found his true love in one Sara Thornton — A sexy, beautiful, fellow real estate agent and mentor. But his self-doubt and innate sense of failure is only reinforced when he realizes her heart belongs to another man.

When Sara introduces him to Suzanne, a woman fighting her own demons from an abusive marriage and subsequent feelings of inadequacy and deep unhappiness, that simple, chance moment snaps Craig’s hazy existence into crystal-clear focus. A bond of instant physical attraction, nurtured by time and shared experience, and plenty of erotic energy, is born.

As Suzanne’s past continues to haunt her, making her push Craig away just as he thinks he’s getting closer, each of them must come to terms with their true selves and face their ultimate realities.


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“Hey,” Suzanne said, looking up from her laptop. “What’s up?”

Craig gulped, stuck his hands in his suit trouser pockets. His voice seized up, his throat felt as dry as a bone. He took a look at her, her small frame encased in jeans and a brewery tee shirt, tendrils of dark red hair curled around her neck. He was more consumed with nervousness. She looked up at him again, her gaze neutral and expectant, polite.

“I, uh, thought I’d take you up on the brewery tour offer. You know if you’re not busy.”

He suppressed an inward groan at how incredibly lame that sounded.

“Never mind.” He sank into a bar stool across from where she stood behind the bar.

She shut the computer, leaned on her elbows and smiled at him. His heart skipped a beat. Typically, a hot woman would intrigue him, make him want to flirt, impress and ultimately seduce. Suzanne brought out a completely new feeling in him – one he didn’t understand and that scared him practically shitless. But he’d come here again, unable to stop himself.

“Here.” She handed him a beer and walked away. He was mesmerized by the sway of her hips but tried to force his usual A-game down under a layer of chivalry. One thing he’d never been around women was tongue-tied. Yet, there he was, smiling, and slamming down half the beer she slid across the bar at him while she talked with the bar manager and put all her stuff away.

She glanced at him once, a puzzled look in her eyes. He shrugged, smiled and forced his eyes up to the television and away from her.

After about fifteen minutes of messing around behind the bar, chatting with other customers and other diversions, she was back in front of him, leaning in, way too close for his comfort. He sat back, sipped and tried to ignore her.

“And so,” she said, sipping her own beer. “A tour, huh?”

“Yeah, well, you mentioned it last time and I thought….” He heard his voice trail off, and started to stand and leave—anything to escape the horror of his lame-ass behavior. But he couldn’t. Not when she leveled that intense gaze at him. He had to clench his fists to stop himself from touching her hair, from pressing his lips to that sweet spot just near her ear. He blinked.

“Um sorry? What did you say?”

She leaned her head back and laughed, making him tingle all over.

“I said, you adorable thing you, if you want a tour, then follow me.”

She lifted the service arm and came out from behind the bar. He sat back, unsure what to do now, but wanting more than anything to follow her wherever she went. Something about her was so compelling, so tempting and so right. He smiled, and grabbed his glass.

She stepped into the brewery, holding up the superficial chain barrier between it and the Tap Room. He ducked under and listened as she launched into what was obviously a well-practiced spiel. He sipped, looked around, and pointed to a glass jar of small candies.

“Hey, are those M&Ms?” He walked over to a tall, makeshift worktable.

She followed him putting her hand over his when he started to take the lid off the giant container.

“No, Reese’s Pieces.” He looked at her, loving the feel of her palm on his hand. “They’re mine. I’m an addict.” She shrugged and stepped away.

“So give me the real story here Suzanne. I mean, you guys are successful, rolling in dough, expanding twice inside ten years. All is great?” He lifted the lid and scooped a handful of the peanut butter candies.

She sighed and held out her hand. He put one chocolate covered morsel in it. She glared at him, ate it, and seemed to relax, for the first time since he’d arrived, dropping her façade of business woman in control. He stood close to her, held out his hand and gave her a few more candies.

“It sucks sometimes, but I wouldn’t do anything else. I love it.”

“It sucks. And you love it,” he repeated, crunching down on the chocolate peanut butter morsels. “Damn I haven’t had these in years. I forgot how good they are.”

“I know,” she said, holding her hand. “So, Craig, why are you here, really? You obviously don’t give a shit about my standard brewery tour.”

He seized up a half a second, then pushed away from the table and grabbed more candy from the jar.

“How do you work here anyway? With these damn things around all the time…Jesus.” He popped a few more in his mouth.

She joined him, perched on a backless stool nearly right under his arm. He started to move away from her, but then didn’t. She put the lid back on the jar.

“I have to keep it stocked, that’s the only rule. Because I eat the most of them, I guess. You gonna answer my question, or what?”

He draped his arm around her shoulder and they munched on candy like little kids.

“I came to see you,” he said suddenly, needing her to know.

“I figured,” she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you did.”



Coming soon:

NET WORTH (Good Faith sequel)

EXCLUSIVE AGENCY (The Sara/Blake Thornton Prequel)


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Becoming Andy Hunsinger, by Jere’ M. Fishback Reply



4 out of 5

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This was a good read, I found it very fascinating. I enjoyed seeing the way Andy’s character developed over time and how he began to find who he was. To see him talk to his parents and brother about him being gay and their reaction, that had to be so nerve racking! Andy was trying to find his place in the world and learning how to move forward. He tends to give his heart away all while trying to find love, but it worked! The way the author was able to pull me in was fabulous, to feel like I had a small idea of how a gay man might have felt in the late 70’s was fascinating. I didn’t see the end coming his friend has set him and a friend up and neither had any idea that they were perfect for each other…

Review by Brave One

Our blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.



It’s 1976, and Anita Bryant’s homophobic “Save Our Children” crusade rages through Florida. When Andy Hunsinger, a closeted gay college student, joins in a demonstration protesting Bryant’s appearance in Tallahassee, his straight boy image is shattered when he’s “outed” by a TV news reporter.

In the months following, Andy discovers just what it means to be openly gay in a society that condemns love between two men.

Can Andy’s friendship with Travis, a devout Christian who’s fighting his own sexual urges, develop into something deeper?


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On my seventh birthday, my parents gave me a Dr. Seuss book, The Cat in the Hat.
I still have the book; it rests on the shelf above my desk, along with other Seuss works I’ve collected. Inside The Cat in the Hat’s cover, my mother wrote an inscription, using
her precise penmanship.

“Happy Birthday, Andy. As you grow older, you’ll realize many truths dwell within these pages. Much love, Mom and Dad.”

Mom was right, of course. She most always is.

My favorite line in The Cat in the Hat is this one: “Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”

Loretta McPhail was a notorious Tallahassee slumlord. On a steamy afternoon, in August 1976, she spoke to me in her North Florida drawl: part magnolia, part crosscut saw.

“The rent’s one-twenty-five. I’ll need first, last, and a security deposit, no exceptions.”

McPhail wore a short-sleeved shirtwaist dress, spectator pumps, and a straw hat with a green plastic windowpane sewn into the brim. Her skin was as pale as cake flour. A
gray moustache grew on her winkled upper lip, and age spots peppered the backs of her hands. Her eyeglasses had lenses so thick her gaze looked buggy.

I’d heard McPhail held title to more than fifty properties in town, all of them cited multiple times for violation of local building codes. She owned rooming houses, single family
homes, and small apartment buildings, mostly in neighborhoods surrounding Florida State University’s campus. Like me, her tenants sought cheap rent; they didn’t
care if the roof leaked or the furnace didn’t work.

The Franklin Street apartment I viewed with McPhail wasn’t much: a living room and kitchen, divided by a three-quarter wall; a bedroom with windows looking into the rear and side yards; a bathroom with a wall-mounted sink, a shower stall, and a toilet with a broken seat. In each room, the plaster ceilings bore water marks. The carpet was a leopard skin of suspicious-looking stains, and the whole place stank of mildew and cat pee.

McPhail’s building was a two-storied, red brick fourplex with casement windows that opened like book covers, a Panhandle style of architecture popular in the 1950s.
Shingles on the pitched roof curled at their edges. Live oaks and longleaf pines shaded the crabgrass lawn, and skeletal azaleas clung to the building’s exterior.

In the kitchen, I peeked inside a rust-pitted Frigidaire. The previous tenant had left gifts: a half-empty ketchup bottle, another of pickle relish. A carton of orange juice with an expiration date three months past sat beside a tub of margarine.

Out in the stairwell, piano music tinkled — a jazzy number I didn’t recognize.

McPhail clucked her tongue and shook her head. “I’ve told Fergal — and I mean several times — to close his door when he plays, but he never does. I’m not sure why I put up with that boy.”

McPhail pulled a pack of Marlboros from a pocket in the skirt of her dress. After tapping out two cigarettes, she jammed both between her lips. She lit the Marlboros with a
brushed-chrome Zippo, and then she gave me one cigarette.

I puffed and tapped a toe, letting my gaze travel about the kitchen. I studied the chipped porcelain sink, scratched Formica countertops, and drippy faucet. Blackened food caked the range’s burner pans. The linoleum floor’s confetti motif had long ago disappeared in high-traffic areas. Okay, the place was a dump. But the rent was cheap, and campus was less than a mile away. I could ride my bike to classes, and to my part-time job as caddy at the Capital City Country Club.

Still, I hesitated.

The past two years, I’d lived in my fraternity house with forty brothers. I took my meals there, too. If I rented McPhail’s apartment, I’d have to cook for myself. What would I eat? Where would I shop for food? Other questions flooded my brain. Where would I wash my clothes? And how did a guy open a utilities account? The apartment wasn’t furnished. Where would I purchase a bed? What about a dinette and living room furniture? And how much did such things cost? It all seemed so complicated.


Lack of privacy at the fraternity house would pose a problem for me this year. Over summer break — back home in Pensacola — I’d experienced my first sexual encounter
with another male, a lanky serviceman named Jeff Dellinger, age twenty-four. Jeff was a Second Lieutenant from Eglin Air Force Base. I met him at a sand volleyball game behind a Pensacola Beach hotel, and he seemed friendly. I liked his dark hair, slim physique, and ready smile, but wasn’t expecting anything personal to happen between us.

After all, I was a “straight boy”, right?

We bought each other beers at the tiki bar, and then Jeff invited me up to his hotel
room. Once we reached the room, Jeff prepared two vodka tonics. My drink struck like snake venom, and then my brain fuzzed. Jeff opened a bureau drawer; he produced a lethal-looking pistol fashioned from black metal. The pistol had a matte finish and a checked grip.

“Ever seen one of these?” Jeff asked.

I shook my head.

“It’s an M1911 — official Air Force issue. I’ve fired it dozens of times.” Jeff raised the gun to shoulder height. He closed one eye, focused his other on the pistol’s barrel sight. “Shooting’s almost… sensual,” he said. Then he looked at me. “It’s like sex, if you know what I mean.”

I shrugged, not knowing what to say.

Jeff handed the pistol to me. It weighed more than I’d expected, between two and three pounds. I turned the pistol here and there, admiring its sleek contours. The grip felt
cold against my palm and a shiver ran through me. I’d never fired a handgun, never thought to.

“Is it loaded?” I asked.

Jeff bobbed his chin. “One bullet’s in the firing chamber, seven more in the magazine; it’s a semi-automatic.”

After I handed Jeff the gun, he returned it to his bureau’s drawer while I sipped from my drink, feeling woozier by the minute. Jeff sat next to me, on the room’s double bed. His knee nudged mine, our shoulders touched, and I smelled his coconut-scented sunscreen. Jeff laid a hand on my thigh. Then he squeezed. “You don’t mind, do you?”

I looked down at his hand while my heart thumped. Goon, chickenshit. He wants you. I looked into Jeff’s dark eyes. “It’s fine,” I said.

Moments later my swim trunks lay in a corner and Jeff knelt before me, slurping away. Currents of pleasure crept through my limbs, and then I felt a buzzing between my
legs. When I came, I thought I’d pass out. I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath. Then I watched fireworks explode inside my head.

Jesus, this feels good. Why haven’t I done this before?




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Jere’ M. Fishback is a former news editor and trial lawyer. He writes Young Adult novels, short fiction, and memoirs. A Florida native, he lives on a barrier island on the Gulf of Mexico, west of Tampa/St. Petersburg. When he’s not writing, Jere’ enjoys cycling, surfing, lap-swimming, and watching sunsets with a glass of wine in hand.


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A funny and sizzling romp about discovering your inner pin-up girl…

Plain-Jane bakery owner Natalie Anderson has always followed the recipe for a safe life. When her husband dumps her for a seductive older woman, it’s time to throw out that recipe and start from scratch. She cooks up a plan to transform herself from mousy brown to sexy blonde. Meanwhile, she’s trying to expand her Seattle bakery, La Dolce Vita, but runs into an obstacle in the form of her irritatingly handsome landlord.

Astronomer Anthony Novello’s good looks and charm usually guarantees him a free pass with women, though that’s not the case with his new tenant, Natalie. Plain, plump, and persnickety—he’s never met a woman more annoying. But when Anthony returns from a telescope observing run, he makes a discovery of the non-celestial kind. Natalie has changed. He’s amazed to find himself attracted to her. Sparks fly as he tries to convince her there’s more to him than meets the eye.

However, when Natalie’s ex-husband decides to win her back, she’s forced to choose. Is her year of living blonde over? Or is this the start of a new and much sweeter life….


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Natalie glances at the clock. It’s almost ten. Kind of late for visitors. Pausing the television, she goes over and peeks cautiously through the front window.

A bolt of lightning streaks through her.

Anthony is standing on her front porch. He’s wearing his motorcycle jacket and holding his black helmet at his side. The big bad wolf at her door.

What’s he doing here?

She glances at herself in the hall mirror. No makeup and her hair a mess. Great.

He rings the bell again and she marches over, ready to take the offensive. Ready to tell him to go away. But when Natalie yanks open the door and sees the expression on his face, she hesitates.

“What’s wrong?” she asks finally.

He takes his time with his reply. “I needed to see you tonight.”

“Did something happen?”

“It’s a long story.” He smiles, but there isn’t much humor in it.

She’s never seen Anthony like this before. He never looks anything less than perfect, but there’s strain on his face and around his eyes, and she suspects this is the real man

He takes a step toward her, lowering his voice. “Let me in, Natalie.”

Standing broad-shouldered and solemn in her doorway, he’s an imposing figure, but she isn’t afraid. Despite the fiasco with the bakery, she realizes she still trusts him.

Without a word, she steps out of the way to let him come inside.

The door closes and she walks back into the living room. There’s a sound and she sees that Anthony has dropped his motorcycle helmet on a chair.

“This is a bad idea,” Natalie tells him. “I don’t know why you came here. I shouldn’t even be talking to you.”

“I think you know exactly why I’m here.” His voice is low as it vibrates through the room.

There’s an erotic thrill at his words. “How can I be with you after what happened?”

“Because this isn’t about any of that.” For a moment, his eyes darken with regret, but then turn heated. “Whatever happens next is between you and me.”

Natalie shakes her head, but Anthony moves closer until he’s in right in front of her. She feels his hand on her cheek as the other cradles her head, gently holding her still. “Don’t,” he says, his tone imploring. “Don’t say no. Tell me to stay.”



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Andrea Simonne grew up as an army brat and discovered she had a talent for creating personas at each new school. The most memorable was a surfer chick named “Ace” who never touched a surf board in her life, but had an impressive collection of puka shell necklaces. Eventually she turned her imagination towards writing. Andrea still enjoys creating personas, though these days they occupy her books. She currently makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two sons.


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A Stolen Season
Tamara Gill

Genre: Regency Time Travel Romance

Publisher: Entangled, Select Historical

Date of Publication: 23 February 2015

ASIN: B00T3496CW

Number of pages: 172
Word Count: 55k


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Archaeologist Sarah Baxter just broke one of the biggest rules of time travel: leaving a piece of 21st-century equipment in 19th century Regency England. Unfortunately, when she goes back to retrieve it, she makes an even bigger mess of things—resulting in the death of an English Earl. Now his brother is not only out for revenge, but he also has Sarah’s device. Which means an entirely different approach is needed.

It doesn’t occur to the new Earl of Earnston that his charming acquaintance is responsible for his brother’s death. He is merely swept away by a passion that threatens his very reputation. Yet he gets the distinct impression that Miss Baxter is hiding something from him. Now Sarah must find a way to steal back her device, hide the truth about the earl’s brother and—most importantly— not fall in love…


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“You will have to sleep with him.” Richard threw his cheroot into the unlit hearth. “I thought you planned on doing that anyway. You like him, and he obviously likes you, so what’s the problem? It’s not like you’re a virgin.”

Sarah shushed him and sat down on the opposite chair. “That’s not the point. I can’t just jump his bones; women of this era don’t work that way. He has to court me, woo me.” She sighed at Richard’s disgusted expression. “I know it sounds lame, but it’s actually quite nice to have a gentleman sweep you off your feet.”




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Tamara is an Australian author who grew up in an old mining town in country South Australia, where her love of history was founded. So much so, she made her darling husband travel to the UK for their honeymoon, where she dragged him from one historical monument and castle to another. A mother of three, her two little gentleman’s in the making, a future Lady (she hopes) and a part-time job keep her busy in the real world, but whenever she gets a moment’s peace she loves to write romance novels in an array of genres, including regency, medieval and paranormal. Tamara loves hearing from readers and writers alike.

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A Lost Love Returns, by Thomas Briar 1


3 out of 5

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This is a short story about seeing a past love and understand if you believe in second changes.

Clarissa sees her ex-boyfriend and cannot believe it’s him after mysterious disappearing. Jake returns and set on explaining why he is back. As Clarissa recovers and set her life up for her happiness, can Jake change her mind to take him back.

This tale gave a lot of insight into the world treasure hunter. I enjoyed the sizzling and steamy love affair.

Review by Romantic Renay

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Three years after her boyfriend’s mysterious disappearance, Clarissa has finally recovered enough to move on with her life. She’s graduated from college, found a good job, and is engaged to someone else now. She is happy once again.

So why has Jake, her long lost first love, suddenly turned back up in Key West, Florida at their favorite sidewalk café? Where had he been and what had he been doing during his absence?

But most important of all, what could he possibly want from her after all this time?


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Clarissa looked up from her espresso to suffer a shock of disbelief. She blinked several times, thinking her eyes must be deceiving her. It couldn’t be him. It just couldn’t be.
Yet, there he sat three tables away from her—the lost love of her life—having returned to Key West and their favorite sidewalk café from…? She honestly couldn’t say because she didn’t know where he’d disappeared to or the reason behind his sudden abandonment of her three years ago.
She trembled in the warm morning air as a plethora of emotions assaulted her beleaguered mind in quick succession: anxiety, intrigue, longing, regret, anguish, love, sorrow, and finally…indignation.
With every passing second that she resisted the tremendous urge to get up from her seat and walk over to make her presence known, the more equilibrium she regained. She could not, would not, go to him. At twenty-five years of age, with more life experience than most women her age, she knew all about the virtues of having patience.
To help sustain her resolve, she looked up at the clear blue sky, the other patrons enjoying their morning coffee, a lone car coming down the street, the group of retirees huffing along the sidewalk for exercise, everywhere except at him.
When she couldn’t take the suspense any longer, her gaze returned to her former lover. He remained sitting there all alone, head tilted down as he texted on his cellphone. He looked pretty much the same as she remembered.
In fact, he still parted his dark, wavy hair on the left side, although it was now cut short. He was very tan and his clean shaven, angular face still matched his lean muscular body perfectly. The board shorts, T-shirt, and sneakers he wore lent an impression of youthful vitality. Yeah, his early thirties looked really good on him.
In comparison, she hadn’t changed much either, although she now colored her curly blond hair a soft light brown. She’d also grown it out to mid-way her back but still kept it cut around her oval face. She thought this hairdo best suited her voluptuous, hourglass figure. And the pants suit with heels she wore today fit her better than the tank tops, cut-off shorts, and flip-flops ever had.
As she continued staring at him and obsessing over his reappearance, she couldn’t help remembering how safe she’d felt within his strong embrace…how lucky she’d believed she had been at finally having met a man to share her whole heart with…how well their bodies had fit together…and lastly, of how much soul-connecting lovemaking they’d indulged in. What had gone so wrong for him to abandon her without an explanation? And why had he suddenly turned up again?
Under her patient gaze, it became inevitable that he would eventually look up and see her. The moment it happened, his blue eyes widened, his face went slack, and then he mouthed her name in silent recognition. She only stared back at his stunned expression, trying her best to hide her own inner turmoil.
He promptly got up and came over. In a deeply masculine voice, he said, “Hello, Clarissa. I was hoping I’d run into you here. May I sit with you?”
She stared up into his pale blue eyes, melting a little on inside. But still, she somehow held onto enough of her composure to say, “I don’t know, Jake. You’ll probably disappear on me if I turn my back for a second. So maybe you shouldn’t.”
“I have a very good explanation for my disappearance.” He pulled out the patio chair across from her and sat without permission.
“Men always do, don’t they?” She’d looked across the street at an elderly couple walking along holding hands. An old scar burst open inside her heart. She’d once envisioned Jake and her growing old together.
“I went away because—”
“Don’t care to hear it.” She cut him off, wanting to hurt him like he’d hurt her. She kept looking at the old couple while absently twisting her coffee cup around and around. “Besides, I’m getting along just fine without you. In fact, have you heard the news? I’m getting married in three weeks.”
“Yeah, I read about it in the paper a few weeks ago.”
“So you get the paper delivered to wherever you’ve been.” She smiled at the old woman giggling at something the old man had said. Underneath the terrible pain searing her heart, she added, “And I saw you with a cellphone. You were texting, I believe. So you’re obvious up to date with the modern technology of our times.”
“I read the local paper online. And yes, I have a cellphone. I get it—you think I should have already contacted you.”
“Yes, I do.”
“I always thought I’d get back to you and Key West sooner.”
“Oh yeah?” She shrugged her shoulders, keeping her gaze on the old couple. “I thought that too, right up until I decided you were either dead, or wasn’t ever coming back.”
“I almost did die, several times,” he stated. Then, in exasperation, “Won’t you at least look at me? I can explain what happened.”
“Why should I let you? As I remember it, you received a mysterious phone call in the middle of the night, and then you got really agitated before leaving without a word of explanation.”
“Not your turn to talk, Jake!” Clarissa cut him off again, still refusing to look at him. “I think it’s time we play a little game of who-knows-what. I’ll start it off. You can jump in whenever I ask a question.”


About the Author:

Edgy and provocative in his writings, Thomas Briar strives to exalt the virtues of love and lust in every erotic story he creates. To date, he’s garnered eleven publishing contracts with three different publishers and has seven published books in the marketplace.

When he’s not writing, he enjoys reading, spending time with his wife, taking long walks, and people watching. Yeah, he’s always wondering what makes people do the things they do. He knows it’s usually something hidden in plain sight. He just has to figure out what it is, much like the motivations of the characters in his stories.

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• I was once a very religious young man. The ladies in the church I attended wore their hair in buns and their dress-tails brushed against the hardwood floor. Considering the explicit sexual content in my books, who would ever suspect that I came from such an austere environment…right?

• At twenty-five years of age I discovered Zalman King’s Red Shoe Diaries and Anais Nin. The course of my life was forever altered. However, due to my religious upbringing, I suffered quite the emotional dilemma: either reinvent myself into who I wanted to be or continue to live out my life in religious austerity. I honestly believe I made the right choice.

• My wife is the most fun I’ve ever had. And I suspect she always will be. I met her when I was twenty-two and she was nineteen. I knew I was going to marry her three weeks into our relationship but I waited eight months before I actually asked for her hand in marriage. We’ve been together twenty-one years. She’s the love of my life.

• I’m no stranger to manual labor. My father put me to work at six years old. I chuckle now whenever I think back at how I considered it a travesty that my younger brother didn’t have to start working until he was seven. My brother and I are still the best of friends all these many years later.

• I love writing erotica and erotic romance. Every time I publish a new story I feel like I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.


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Character Name: Clarissa, heroine of A Lost Love Returns

Character Bio: Clarissa is twenty-five years old, a successful lawyer in Key West, Florida where she grew up. Some might call her beautiful, but she’d rather be known for having a beautiful mind. So you might better keep an eye on her, because she believes cleverness is a virtue. *wink*

Describe your worst and best quality?
It’s one and the same–my determination. I never give up when it comes to going after what I want. But it’s been known to get me into trouble because it can be both a blessing and a curse.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?
I’ve got a heart of gold.

What is your biggest secret something that no one knows about?
I’m the cleverest of girls. Yeah, that’s probably it.

What are you most afraid of?
Becoming a victim of circumstance.

What do you want out of life?
Most of all, I want to reconnect with my former boyfriend, Jake. Once I get him back, everything else will fall into place.

What is your relationship status?
I’m supposed to be getting married in three weeks to a wonderful man. But now Jake has shown back up out of the blue. Decisions…decisions… No worries though. I’ve already gotten it all figured out where I’ll get my happily ever after and no one will get hurt in the process.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?
It used to be tank tops, cut-off shorts, and flip-flops in college. These days its pant suits and business skirts with heels. Ah, the joys of transitioning into the responsibilities of adulthood…right?

How much of a free-thinker are you?
I’m always thinking outside of the box. And I’m sure I always will.

What do you consider to be your greatest achievement?
Official answer: landing a great job after graduating college. Unofficial answer: haven’t accomplished it yet. But I’m going to real soon. His name is Jake and he’s six feet of lean masculinity, has the most beautiful pale blue eyes that you’ve ever seen, and a confident demeanor that I find irresistible. He’s also the one that got away.

What is your idea of happiness?
Sandy beaches, warm sunshine, chilled margaritas, and basking in Jake’s love.

What is your current state of mind?

What is your most treasured possession?
It wouldn’t be polite to say. However, I will give you a hint…Jake’s mistakenly believes it belongs to him.

What is your most admirable characteristic?
Right this moment I’d say that it’s my unwavering resolve to see this stage of my life through to its inevitable happy ending. Yeah, that’s probably as good an answer as any.

What is it that you, most dislike?
Hoplessness and helplessness. I’ve found that both of those awful emotions walk hand in hand. In fact, I think of them as siblings that feed off one another to gain strength.

Which living person or persons do you most despise?
Complainers. Just can’t stand listening to them whining about their problems when they could easily take some initiative and fix whatever it is. But just so you don’t think I’m too critical of others without just cause, I’ll readily admit that I fell into despair after Jake left me. And yes, I moped around for months on end feeling sorry for myself. It didn’t bring him back. So I got a new, can-do attitude to survive the breakup.

What is your greatest regret?
Letting Jake walk out of my life three years ago. That mistake still haunts me to this day. I should have found a way to stop him, or at the very least, convinced him to take me with him.

What is the quality you most like in a man?
That depends on the man. But in the particular man I’m after, it’s his confidence. Never met another one so sure of himself and how his emotions will manipulate mine.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Who is your favorite heroine in fiction?
Too many to count. But I like the clever ones best. You know the kind that understands doing nothing to fulfill their romantic aspirations gets them nowhere. Yeah, those are my absolute favorites.

Which living person would you like to change lives with?
I’ve never wanted anyone else’s life. It’s much too interesting living out my own.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
Answering that would be like a dog chasing its own tail. It never gets you anywhere. I’ve found the trick is to do everything in your power to enhance what you’ve already been blessed with.

What is your motto?
Never give up.


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Under the Mango Tree
By Meredith Bond

This was a very interesting book. I really liked Lakshmi as the lead role. Personally, I would have never been able to grow up in this time, but Meredith was able to put me in that place and time like it was happening right in front of me.  I’m not sure I would have been able to do the same thing as Lakshmi was able to do.

Rolf’s Quest
By Aubrey Wynne

This book has wizards, how can you not love a story about them! Waiting all your life to meet someone you are dreaming about… and knowing that everyone has failed before you… How romantic!  So yes, I loved Rolf! His character was written so well!  I loved how they pulled the story from the past and the future together so well.
Fall Into Darkness
By Valerie Twombly

I have read story’s about fallen angels before but never with this twist. I like how Valerie didn’t put to much into the beginning that was not needed. I thought it was perfect how she did it, a great back ground and then got to the good part!! I don’t think I would have handled what happen to Ashley as well as she did great female role.

Roses are Wrong, Violets Taboo
By Kris Calvert

Kris did a great job with Alexander!! I could have read this book over and over and can’t wait for the next one! I couldn’t believe some of the things she did, I was so shocked! Loved it!!!

Alphabetical Disorder
By Kati Stephens

This was a little confusing in the beginning, however after I got into it i was hooked….  I loved how Kati had Sam as the strong role that thought Susie was to young for him. All the while she was head over heels for him!
Love’s Not Viral
By Nessie Strange

I really liked the story line for this book because I could really see something like this happening!!  I was laughing at certain points and I liked how she did Bradley’s role, it really made the book!  He was so bold in his intentions and with dealing with the public.
Taking the Plunge
By Kishan Paul

This was one of my favorite book in this set. It was kind of every day people and what each of their stories was. It was great the way Kishan wrote this set up !! I really hope to see a next book to see how they move forward!

The Trouble with Never
By Isabella Harper

Isabella took something that is usually horrible with us as humans and made it into a great love story!!  I love how Caleb never really moved on after Summer left but didn’t really want to admit it to himself.  Isabella did a great job on making this a very believable story line and not something that sounded just like “a story.”
Keep Calm and Eat Chocolate
By Michael Miles

This was so great!! I love Elanor and how she reacted to being put in the nut house. Once she realizes she is going to be there she makes it fun for herself and it was great. How Michael put Chris in as the only person that could get to her was done wonderfully. This was a well done book that made you not want to put it down!!

Review by Brave One

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When love drops in unexpected, the strangest things can happen. Nine short stories from sweet to sultry, full of romance, magic and love from award winning and USA Today recommended authors.

Under The Mango Tree: (Historical Romance) ~ by Meredith Bond

Lakshmi is a good 18th c. Indian girl who should not be hiding among the branches of the mango tree avoiding her chores. She truly should not be seen by a man who is not a member of her family””an Englishman, no less. And she absolutely should not even contemplate speaking with this man. But Lakshmi has never been one to follow the rules.

Rolf’s Quest: (Historical Romance) ~ by Aubrey Wynne

Time is running out for the royal wizard of Henry II. Rolf’s quest: find genuine love and lift the enchantment that has imprisoned his ancestor, Merlin, for centuries. Now he must win Melissa’s heart without the use of magic. She desires him, but will she defy her family and refuse her betrothed? Or will Rolf be doomed to a life of bitterness like his ancestors before him.

Fall Into Darkness: (Paranormal Romance) ~ by Valerie Twombly

Eli, bounty hunter for the Tribunal, is sentenced to earth to find his humanity. But when temptation is thrown in the angel’s path in the form of the soft curvy Ashley, he is unable to resist. Fate may bring them together, but desire could bond them for eternity.

Alphabetical Disorder: (Fantasy Romance) ~ by Katie Stephens

When a trick horseback rider gets caught up in a dangerous prophecy that jeopardizes the circus, she believes she can solve the problem by dating alphabetically. Now all she has to do is figure out how to manipulate her flawed interpretation so she can be with the man she loves.

Roses Are Wrong, Violets Taboo: (Southern Romance) ~ by Kris Calvert

When Alexander Chase Tabeau and Rose Westwood meet by chance, neither planned on stumbling into the best night of their life. But timing is everything and fate has a cruel sense of humor. With love on the line and nothing to lose, will one night together change their destiny forever?

Love’s Not Viral: (Contemporary Romance) ~ by Nessie Strange

When a crazed Hollywood star puts Aster Sanderson in the media crosshairs, her home becomes a prison. With her life out of control, the last person she expects to rescue her is her captor’s brother, James. Is their attraction a result of circumstance…or could it be something more?

Taking The Plunge: (Contemporary Romance) ~ by Kishan Paul

When Pete, Eve’s high school crush, shows up in her life, she pepper sprays him. Despite her efforts to push him away, Pete finds himself drawn to the red haired beauty. When logic and emotion don’t agree, which path should she follow?

The Trouble With Never: (Southern Romance) ~ by Isabella Harper

When Summer and Caleb run into each other after a long absence, sparks fly. Her painful past makes it hard for her to open up, but he’s more than willing to help. He’s loved her most of their lives. Can she learn to love and trust him, or will her fears push him away?

Keep Calm And Eat Chocolate: (Contemporary Romance) ~ by Michaela Miles

When institution residents Elle and Chris meet, their personalities clash. During a quiet moment in the garden together, secrets are shared and a bond is formed. Will their connection be their downfall or lead to the fresh start they deserve?

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Platinum Pleasures

Kate Deveaux

Genre: contemporary erotic romance

Publisher: Totally Bound

Date of Publication: June 1, 2014

ISBN: 9781784300326


Number of pages: 100

Word Count: 25,815


3 out of 5

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If you are looking for a novella with lots of sex and a little cougar action then this is for you. Devearux knows her way around a love scene. The erotica is hot, hot, hot!! One case of mistaken identity can propel two strangers into becoming each other’s dream.

While I liked the premise I had hoped for more of a story. There were so many ways this could have been expanded to make a really good book. I would have liked to see some more of the two of them after the hot sex and how they handled friends and family who had questions about the age difference. Would love to see ‘Charles’ get his, too!

I thought the characters were developed well although I wished for a bit more. But for an erotic short story it was good. As I said, if you are looking for a short sexy read, then this will be just what you asked for.

Review by Wildcatnana

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One night…one fantasy for hire…one sizzling case of mistaken identity.

Ainsley Simmons can hardly believe she’s ordered a fantasy lover online — a man to fulfill her deepest sexual desires for the entire evening. She’s in for a surprise when sexy young Mr. R shows up at her door in a classic case of mistaken identity.

Ainsley has the night of her life being pleasured by the much younger and demanding multi-millionaire — until she discovers he’s not her fantasy lover after all.

He’s even better than that.


About the Author:

Kate Deveaux is a contemporary, erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. It was after reading Jane Eyre in high school, that she became hooked on the idea of writing about romance, excitement and drama. Kate has been penning stories, from the sensual to the sinfully sexy, ever since!

A former wedding planner, Kate has always been “in love” with love!  She was inspired to transition from writing racy short stories to full length manuscripts after meeting other authors in the romance world at industry workshops, conferences and events. Originally from England, now resides in the U.S. with her husband

When she’s not writing or reading, Kate can be found on the tennis court—yes, there’s even “love” in that game too!

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Ainsley’s doorbell chimed again. Oh goodie. She clasped her hands together and shivered with anticipation. Whoever her mystery man was, he was back—and she was ready to play.

Standing tall, holding in her stomach in and smiling widely, she braced herself for what lay ahead as she headed for the foyer. She was intrigued by whether anyone would be there or not this time. Maybe it was some kind of hide and seek. Kinky hide and seek, she hoped.

Her hand trembled on the knob as she opened her front door.

“Oh,” she said, surprised to see a man holding a large box of chocolates out to her. A very good looking younger man with intense blue eyes. Good, she’d asked for that. So far…so good.

“Chocolates,” she purred, eyeing the trademark famous wrapping. “I love chocolate, especially Swiss.”

Casting her eyes up, she surveyed the hunk before her. Suit and tie. Umm. Not quite what she’d been expecting, but then what did someone who came to fulfil your deepest sexual desires wear? They couldn’t very well parade around in their undies.

Embarrassed, she glanced down at her mostly naked self then back up at her guest. His vivid blue eyes were glued to her body, his mouth agape.

“Oh, do come in,” she said, flattered that his gaze lingered on her as she held the door wide for him to enter.

“Uh…uhhh,” he said after a pause, stepping cautiously across the threshold and into the marble foyer.

Damn, he was undeniably sexy, just what she’d asked for. And oh so young, what was he, twenty-five, if that? And that look on his face…he looked confused, as if unsure. Well she’d be only too happy to kiss that look right off him. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Miss Simmons?” he asked, shifting uncomfortably.
She pressed a finger across his lips to silence him.
“Ah, no names, the company said so, remember?” she said, not removing her finger.

“Call me…Mrs M.” She’d never been married, even though she’d lived with Charles for more years than proved wise. The very thought of going by a pseudonym sent an empowering thrill through her. Very Mrs Robinson, if she did say so herself.

“Mrs M,” he said, stepping back. Her finger fell from his lips. “I came to deliver”—he reached into his pocket as if looking for something—“to deliver… Damn,” he said, still searching for something.

“Later.” She was in no mood for any paperwork. It would just ruin the mood. As nervous as she was, now that her fantasy lover was there before her, she could barely wait for him to take control so she could just relax and be pleasured. Just as the Fantasies Incorporated’s website promised.

But he just stood there.

She waited, wondering if he was going to take charge soon. He didn’t make a move and she was nervous. Maybe she was supposed to make the first gesture? After all, she was the customer.

“Come…follow me,” she said, deciding she’d better make the first gesture. Leading the way through her cream and gold upholstered expanse of a living room, she stopped midway, sensing he wasn’t following. Glancing back, she saw he still stood in her wide front entrance.

“Well, come on,” she prompted, taking the moment to admire his sandy blond hair with the jagged edges that brushed just below his ears. She loved it when these young men wore their hair a little dishevelled and longer like he did. She couldn’t wait to tangle her fingers through it while he pleasured her. Fucked her. Her cheeks flamed hot at the thought.

Her fantasy man smiled, almost shyly, his brow arching slightly. A cocky look, if ever she’d seen one. What a turn on that was, he must be playing into this whole Mrs Robinson theme. He nodded and stepped out of her foyer and into her home, following her to the opulent living room. Her body surged with anticipation. This was going to be the best Valentine’s present ever. Glancing back, she saw his eyes were riveted to her ass. She grew wet at the thought.

“I was expecting you.” She filled the silence with a nervous laugh as she stopped at the well-stocked bar on the far side of the room. The silver ice bucket gleamed with condensation, and the two crystal flutes she’d set beside it shimmered against the setting sun. Beyond their refreshments was one of the best views in Beverly Hills.

“You were?” He gulped, his Adam’s apple showing as he swallowed.

She nodded. “I have champagne chilling…you do drink champagne, don’t you?” she inquired. Not waiting for the answer, she pulled the chilled bottle from the ice bucket. Slow droplets of condensation dripped onto the marble floor. “Here, you uncork it, I’m hopeless at it.” She handed him the bottle and sat down one of her bar stools, almost sliding off in her silky peignoir.

He smiled and loosened his tie. Oh, yum. He caught her gaze and he blushed. Fuck—did he really just blush? Oh, he played the Mrs Robinson thing better than she could have imagined.


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4 out of 5

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This is not my normal genre to read however I’m very happy that I picked this book up. This book has a great plot that gets you hooked and you just keep reading. Killian is a great selling painter with a dark past and some non-vanilla taste in sex. Melissa is an author that is very vanilla  and doesn’t even have any sex in her books. However when he asks her to model for one of his paintings she has to make a choice that will lead her to see how far she will go, and how much she can put up with in life (and in bed). She will learn that helping someone can only work if they are ready to help them self and that there are things you still have to learn about someone. Things that can in the end cost you everything. I have to see that the last paragraph makes you stop breathing and the epilogue keeps you turning the pages until they stop and you can’t believe it’s the end and that you have just read all 200 pages and it over. The next book that can’t come out soon enough!

Review by Brave One

Our blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.



“I met a guy today and I think he’s crazy.”

She knows little about him. Only that he paints harpies, and that he loves it rough. That he suffers from mood swings. And that his name is Killian.

He’s gentle until he’s not. Sweet until he gets angry. He has promised her a month of sexual games, but is that really what he wants from her?

As the time passes, his dark side slowly reveals itself. There is a secret in his past and it doesn’t let him rest.

This novel is intended for mature audiences only. Contains explicit sex scenes.




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Ella Adamian was born and raised in a beautiful faraway land called Armenia. She spent her childhood among books, devouring them at the speed of light, and creating her own stories. Realizing that writing in Armenian wouldn’t take her anywhere, she learned English and has recently published her debut erotic novel, His Name is Killian.

She also has to hide her identity to avoid being fined (or even detained) in her country for such an explicit novel.



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Margaret moved down the hallway, and Killian followed her, his hand around Melissa’s shoulder. She took a few mechanical steps, then stopped when Margaret opened another door. At the mere glimpse of the cages and racks hanging from the ceiling, she knew she wasn’t going to enter that chamber. Lessi darted out of Killian’s arms and dashed down the dark hallway.

She had almost reached the exit. When she saw the familiar erotic images on the walls, she rushed forward, screaming for the guard to open the door, and threw herself out of the building. The yellow glow of the streetlight hurt her eyes after being so long in the dark. She looked up, as if searching for solace in the dark skies, and at last took a deep breath of the cold air.

“Melissa!” she heard his voice behind her. She didn’t turn. Instead, she took a step, but her legs were losing their strength, and she felt weak in the knees.

“Baby.” He was close now, and she turned around and pushed him in the chest.

“Damn it! What the hell was all that for?”

Laughing, Killian tried to envelop her in his arms, but she shrank back.

“Come here.” He made another attempt to hug her and met resistance again. “Come, stop it. Let me hug you and you’ll calm down.”

“Get away from me!” she yelled louder as Killian forced his arms around her. “Leave me, you…you pervert.”

“Baby, sweet thing, little angel, I’m sorry it scared you.” Killian pressed her to his chest and rubbed her back. “I didn’t think you were so impressionable. Those were just S and M games in a BDSM dungeon.”

“You said it was a museum!” She tried to force herself from his grip. Killian held her tighter, and her efforts became more vigorous.

“Calm down.”

“Why would you do that to me?”

“Calm down.”

“Let me go! I can’t stand you!” She pushed him harder, but the steel arms weren’t letting her free. The claustrophobic feeling was back again, and Lessi pushed him with all her strength. At last he loosened his grip, but didn’t let her slip through his hands, holding her at arm’s length by her shoulders.

“Calm down, nothing bad has happened,” he said, as she tried again to free herself from his arms. “Here, hit me.” Killian cupped her hands in his and balled them into fists. “Hit me, and you’ll feel better.” He hit her hands against his chest.

Melissa tried to pull her hands back, but he tightened his grip and once again hit himself with her fists. “Do it! You’re so mad at me. Hit me and you’ll feel better.”

“Stop it.”

“Hit me!”



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4 out of 5

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This is a short story about very strong, stubborn M/M with action, adventure, intrigue, and romance.

Rainier Lemmon is a freelance photographer, who accidentally captured a crime on film. Greg Carter is a club owner, who enjoyed Rainier and their great weekend together. When Rainier realize his life is in danger, he hides himself at Greg’s home. Greg is so happy Rainier is back, and hoping for a perment relationship.

I enjoyed Amber Kell writing and the characters were real plus her story development was spot on.

Review by Romantic Renay

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Two stubborn men try to find love, balance and the path to escape a killer’s hold…

Rainier Lemmon had taken one picture too many. After accidentally capturing a shooting on film, he finds himself in danger and needing a place to hide out.

Greg Carter has wanted Rain back ever since their one and only weekend together. But when Rain returns, it’s meant to be only temporary.

Can Greg seduce Rain into staying longer? Possibly forever.



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Amber Kell has made a career out of daydreaming. It has been a lifelong habit she practices diligently as shown by her complete lack of focus on anything not related to her fantasy world building.

When she told her husband what she wanted to do with her life he told her to go have fun.

During those seconds she isn’t writing she remembers she has children who humor her with games of ‘what if’ and let her drag them to foreign lands to gather inspiration. Her youngest confided in her that he wants to write because he longs for a website and an author name—two things apparently necessary to be a proper writer.

Despite her husband’s insistence she doesn’t drink enough to be a true literary genius she continues to spin stories of people falling happily in love and staying that way.

She is thwarted during the day by a traffic jam of cats on the stairway and a puppy who insists on walks, but she bravely perseveres.




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This book starts off a bit slow but stay with it and you will be rewarded! Full of characters who weave their way into your heart and stay. For those of you who love baseball, that will make this book even better.

There is a hero (or three) and a beautiful heroine but their road to happily ever after is not smooth. There is a good story with mystery and a few twists you won’t expect. All in all it is a good story, told well. I look forward to the rest of the series.

I enjoyed the banter between Sam and Rose. Besides the love story there is a good mystery and another underlying story going on. I will let it be a surprise for you. Oh, and the love scenes are pretty good, too! Highly recommended!

Review by Wildcatnana

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Talented young ballplayer Clay Love has just been called up from the minors to play major league baseball. Freelance writer and divorcée Rose Lasting, the world’s biggest baseball fan, wasn’t expecting to fall in love when she fell into Clay’s arms, but fall in love she did. Now they are caught up in a whirlwind romance complicated by the paparazzi, Clay’s ex-girlfriend, Rose’s ex-husband, and a stalker who puts Rose’s life in grave danger. Saving her life and catching her attacker takes you on a roller coaster of emotion and intrigue that you won’t soon forget.


Rookie Season is the first book in the Love in the Ballpark Series, by V.K. Robbins. This adult erotic romance tale sizzles with romantic and sexual chemistry, emotion, and suspense. Once you start reading, you won’t be able to put it down.


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Lots of unexpected things had happened in my life. When Joel walked out on me after ten years of marriage that was unexpected. When my grandfather died a few months later that was unexpected, too. It seemed like all the unexpected things in my life weren’t the good kind. Until now.


The game moved slowly. Painfully so. Then there were extra innings. I wanted to pound my head on the railing. The only real bright spots were when Clay ran out to take left field. I sat on the edge of my seat and watched his long easy stride. Did he really ask me out? I asked myself again and again. Twice during the game he’d run over to the stands on his way to the dugout and give me the ball he had just caught. The first time he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait to see you later.” The second time, he handed me the ball and playfully whined like a little kid, “When is this game going to be o-o-o-ver?”


I was thinking the same thing. That’s when Sam chimed in again, “There’s no way he’s twenty-five. No way.” I rolled my eyes and sat down. It looked like Sam was falling into one of his melancholy moods, the kind that started hitting him out of the blue after his wife passed away. But even that couldn’t ruin my excitement.


Finally, the game ended. By that time, I didn’t care about the final score or who won. I hurriedly said goodbye to Sam and jogged my way up the stairs, dodged a bunch of people, and jumped over a few seats to get to the stadium exit.



Author Bio:

Veronica Robbins is a published author of both fiction and nonfiction who has been writing professionally for the last 20 years. In addition to writing fiction and poetry (her first love), she is also an expert grant writer and copy writer. When she’s not writing, she’s watching baseball, enjoying her children, reading, and trying to train her dog, Handsome, who so far has been very successful at training her. You can follow Veronica on Facebook or through her blog, A Writer’s Journey.
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