Book Review for Darker Water by Lauren Stewart

DARKER WATER
by LAUREN STEWART

After another painful breakup, Laney Temple finally understands that love is a fairytale and sex rarely comes with a happy ending. She’s too busy for it right now anyway—she has a business to run, art to create, and candy to crush. Sure, eventually she’ll be ready to switch from her plastic-or-silicon lover to a flesh-and-blood one. But before that happens, she needs to be sure she won’t feel any of those annoying emotions that make her heart do things it wasn’t meant to do...

Like break

Carson Bennett is completely upfront about what he wants, and it has nothing to do with Laney’s heart. Her lips? Hell yeah. Other parts of her body? You better f*cking believe it. But her heart? Nope, not even a little. Until it does…a lot. But having feelings for someone isn’t allowed. It’s the kind of thing you’re supposed to push down deep and cover up with one-night stands, sarcasm, and booze...

Like secrets

Two people want the same thing—a commitment to nothing more than great sex in a bunch of different positions. Simple. Enjoyable. A win-win. Problem is, those two people have families and fears and pain that spill into every moment of their lives, control what they do and who they are. And if either Carson or Laney can’t free themselves from the past, they’ll both be pulled under by it.

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REVIEW: 5 Hilarious Stars

You never walk away from someone just once. Sure, the big dramatic one is important, but it's all the little ones before and after that really matter. Walking out a door and slamming it behind you is easy. Getting someone out of your mind and your soul... That's the hard part. 

This was my first book by Lauren Stewart and she said this one wasn't her 'normal' kind of book....it was a dare. Well, geez. I will read anything that she puts out that isn't her 'normal' kind of book!! This book had me giggling and snickering late into the night and I couldn't put it down!!! This book flowed effortlessly. It was perfect. Carson and Laney, both, are super smart-asses and I couldn't get enough of their hilarious antics. I cannot recommend this book enough.

When you have a woman that is pissed off and done with all the frogs in the world....you get Laney.
When you have a man that is sexy as sin, but too damaged to want a relationship....you get Carson.
When you put these two together, you laugh your ass off. Seriously.

~This officially sits on my 2014 Favorites list for Romantic Comedy.~

This book had me rolling! I wish I could show you my face when I say THIS BOOK WAS FUNNY. Not to distract you from the insanely sexy times these two had together, but seriously; to fight against something so naturally easy going must take work! Their relationship had some toe-curling, lip-biting sexiness to it. Do not mistake that.

There was comedy.
There was angst.
There was funny.
There was insanely sexy time.
There was hilarity.
There was some drama.
There was laughter.

It. Was. Funny. As. Heck!

So, I'm sure you're catching what I'm throwing. This book, while super sexy and very witty, was funny. Like, seriously....top favorite funny of 2014-really. Lauren has a way with words.....the banter, the wittiness, the...the....AACK!! I can't explain it!!! It was great.

Ok...I need to really tell you how I feel about this (funny) book. These two people meet and you start laughing-really, I'm serious. And then, when they start hanging around together and they start messing around as 'friends', only to realize that they indeed do have feelings for each other, the internal debate going back and forth in their minds is legit.You can really relate to what is going on in Laney's mind, and you feel just absolutely horrified for what is going on in Carson's mind. While I read this book, I was amazed at how much I felt like I was swept up in the storyline myself. Me. There. Myself.

ONE thing that stuck out the most (besides how funny it was, Bee? Yes!! Besides that!), was the actual buildup to this relationship. I honestly thought that stuck out the most and it was my favorite part about this book. I loved it. Absolutely, hands down.....one of my favorites, because it was an amazing buildup. Sooo good.

There is a teensy-weensy bit of drama at the end (well, sorta serious stuff there) that I had a hard time connecting with/dealing with....but, in all seriousness, the actual story folded together really well. I have already recommended this book numerous times and will continue to do so. It is worth it. Laughter and all. Seriously. I mean it. It's funny. I would never lie about something so important.

Honest.
Read. This. Book.
~BEE

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Lauren Stewart lives in Northern California with two of the most amazing children that the world has ever seen. She reads almost every genre so, naturally, her writing reflects that. With every book, every story, you'll find elements of other genres--fantasy, mystery, romance, paranormal, suspense, YA, women's literature, all with a touch of humor because what doesn't kill us should make us laugh.

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Excerpt for Dirty Love by Meghan March

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Right now, I just want Cav. I might still want to kill him later, but not right this moment.

I suck his finger into my mouth, laving it with my tongue and lips and dragging lightly down it with my teeth.

As we hurtle down the runway, I make promises to him with my eyes. Take the restraints off or don’t; I’m still going to want you.

Cav reaches out with his other hand and cups my breast, covered only by the soft material of my thin T-shirt. Chill bumps prickle along my skin when his fingers close around my nipple and twist.

A moan escapes my lips, and I press into his touch. We say nothing until the captain announces that we’ve reached our cruising altitude.

Cav removes his seat belt and mine before hauling me back onto his lap.

“Jesus Christ, woman. Feel what you did to me.”

He presses his hips up and against me, and I wiggle my ass against his cock’s solid length.

“I want it.”

“Good, because I’m going to lower you onto your knees, unzip my pants, and help you take it down your throat. And then I’m going to lift you up on my lap and slide your pussy down my cock until you’re full of me.”

His dirty talk kills me every time.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, my tone taking on a seductive depth.

“Need to taste you again first.”

His lips crush to mine, and his tongue dives inside without waiting for invitation. Cav kisses like he does everything else—throwing his whole self into it. His hand is buried in my hair, tilting my head the way he likes. I moan into his mouth, loving the urgency radiating from him.

Finally, he pulls my head back, his eyes greener than before. “On your knees, baby girl.”

I nod as he helps me to the floor, the plush carpeting cushioning my position. Cav unzips his jeans and fists his cock as he pulls it out. As I lean forward, my hair falls around my face, but with my bound hands, I’m helpless to pull it back.

Cav wraps one hand around the tangled strands and clenches it behind my head. I’m at his mercy, and yet I’ve never felt more powerful. The need in his eyes burns into me, and I want to give as much as I want to take.

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Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com

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Book Review: Crave Me by M Robinson

They say in order to find yourself you have to go home. 

What if home was what you're running from? 

Where did that leave you? 

Always on the other side of the fence. 

Always looking in. 

Always wishing you were someone you couldn't be. 

Until one day you meet her. 

The one. 

She was my high, but she was also... 

My demise.

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REVIEW: 4 STARS

"What goes up, must come down. It's the law of physics, the code of life."

I will be very up front and honest: originally, I was not so inclined to read this book because of the nature of the story. I don't like books about druggies and their 'woe-is-me' life story because I have no patience or tolerance for that or their reasons. Lived it. Seen what it did to my brother. Over it. But leave it to M Robinson to really make me see another side to this issue. Her words elicit feelings; pain, happiness, euphoria, bliss, anger.....LOVE.  She artfully crafts her stories so that you have no choice but to hang on to her every word. Austin's story was a soul-gripping, body-aching, heart-searching read that had me turning the pages with intensity. I was caught up in Briggs' and Austin's story and I really felt the turmoil that was happening in their lives. So well done. 

Briggs doesn't exactly have a bad life, but she certainly doesn't have a good life. She has been through some serious hell....poor child. My gosh, I immediately wanted to hug her tight from the beginning of the book until the very last page. 

We knew Austin from the other three books, but with the amazing storytelling Robinson gives us, she cleverly retells each persons story from a whole new point of view, and it doesn't get old. Every time I read a new story in this series, I learn something new and I have to say that is my FAVORITE part about this series. I love the way it's written. 

I wanted to hate Austin. I wanted to be mad at him....yet, I couldn't. From the beginning of the story until the end, I was brought through a story that was all encompassing. I saw what Austin went through from the very beginning until the very end, and I felt for him during the whole book. That is a true testament to Robinson's storytelling.

I love this series. It's an easily recommendable series and I will be recommending it for some time. This book is definitely a knot-inducing book.

"It was easier to live in denial instead of admitting the truth that I knew in my heart."
~BEE

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Book Review for Sugar Daddy by Sawyer Bennett

SUGAR DADDY

by SAWYER BENNETT

Sela Halstead lost her innocence in a way that no sixteen-year-old should ever have to endure. She’s spent years trying to forget that night even while wondering about the identities of the monsters who brutalized her—until a telltale tattoo flashes across Sela’s TV screen. The incriminating ink belongs to Jonathon Townsend, the millionaire founder of The Sugar Bowl, a website that matches rich older men with impressionable young women. Obsessed with revenge, Sela infiltrates Townsend’s world, only to come face-to-face with a tantalizing complication: Beckett North, his charismatic business partner.

The tech mastermind behind The Sugar Bowl, Beck always gets what he wants, in business and in bed. And yet, for a man who’s done every dirty thing imaginable, there’s something about the naïve, fresh-faced Sela that sparks his hottest fantasies. Because with her, it’s not just about sex. Beck opens up to her in ways he never has with other girls. So why does he get the feeling that she’s hiding something? In a world of pleasure and power, the shocking truth could turn them against each other—or bind them forever.

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"And once again, I'm wondering if the path I'm on seeking retribution is a fool's errand when I consider what I can lose."

Oh. My. Gosh. I am seriously jittery!!!! Holy cow. Ok. Breathe. I need more!!! I feel all twitchy because of how this ended!! I want to say....it's amazing what meeting the 'right' person can do for you. <sigh>

Revenge is a nasty thing and to have it boiling deep within your soul, and you want to let it out in any way possible, has got to be a hard thing to rationalize. Nothing was going to stand in Sela's way to exact said revenge. Well, nothing except maybe a hunky, dominant man!!  Beck has NO idea he is a pawn in her game, so his love gets to grow uninhibited and my gosh, it is a dreamy, blossoming relationship. I loved his demeanor. I loved his strength. But what I loved most was that he sought out a relationship with Sela, and he had never done that before. He knew what he wanted...he was getting it. One way or another.

The buildup for this book was so good. The premise behind it was a different one for me, so I was able to just sink into it and get lost in the storyline. I loved how I was able to go through it all and feel the pain, the anger and the hurt, but I was also privy to the love, the amazing happy feelings and the walls starting to crumble. The love grew unrestricted, and unexpectedly.....but the pain was still very evident. This push and pull struggle of the hearts was so good to read. I loved that I actually felt awkward right along with Sela. I felt the walls around her heart crumble. I felt the excitement Beck felt about the possibilities that existed. This book was just all around good.

I love Beck. I will put this out there NOW and claim him. Thank you. Move along. HE WAS HOT! Sexy as all get out, my gosh. He makes me giggle like a fool thinking about him....and I don't giggle!

I really enjoyed the buildup and the actual cliffhanger left me crazy laughing....I need to know what happens!!!! Argh! This book will make you excited just to see what happens. It's definitely a rush and a lot happens to both Beck and Sela; emotionally and mentally. I read it in one day. Devoured it. So good.

"What do you want, Sela?"
"I want to come."
"Good fucking answer."

I. LOVE. BECK.
~BEE

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Excerpt for All the Rage by TM Frazier

ARE YOU READY TO RAGE?

“What you don’t seem to understand is all that matters right now is standing right fucking here,” Nolan said, his voice thick and deep. His eyes were the darkest I’d ever seen them, glimmering with wicked intent. One side of his full lips curled upward in a devilish smirk. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was consumed by him. Or at least, from the way he continued to fuck me with his eyes, I knew I was about to be.

Nolan took a step forward and I took two back. Our little dance made him chuckle, the sound coming from deep within his throat. With just that little laugh my insides clenched so hard I gasped. Nolan’s smirk grew into a knowing smile. His eyes darted to the space between my legs where my shorts had ridden up, exposing every inch of my shaking thighs.

He licked his bottom lip, tracing it with the tip of his tongue. My inner battle raged on between wanting to run away from him, and wanting to run straight into him. Although, it wasn’t like it mattered which option won out in the end. The pier was narrow, and Nolan was blocking my only way out.

He reached down and unbuckled his belt, sliding it out through the loops. Folding it in half, he snapped the leather together. The sound an echoing crack through the damp night air.

Our dance continued as he took another step toward me and I again retreated. “Since you don’t seem to feel the same way, let me tell you what’s going to happen right now,” Nolan started.

“I’m going to make you come on my fingers.” Step. “On my tongue.” Step. “And around my cock.” His last step closed the space between us. My back hit the railing, trapping me between the end of the pier and his hard wall of a chest. My breathing became even more labored, my chest rising and falling in quick succession against his. Pressing against my stomach I could feel the heat of his hard cock through the worn fabric of his jeans. My nipples hardened as the ache in my core grew into need. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And I’m not going to stop fucking you until you realize that this shit between us is all that matters.”

That’s when I realized there would be no escaping this time.

From him.

From this.

From us.

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They call me Rage. 

My real name is like a shadow, always close behind, but never quite able to catch up to me.

I fly under the radar because no one ever suspects I’m capable of the kind of brutal violence I commit each and every day. 

You see, I’m a girl. I’m nineteen.

And I'm a killer. 

I look like a goddamn cheerleader, but can take out a man three times my size in more than as many ways, without hesitation.

This life is all I know. It’s all I want to know. It keeps the shit buried that I need kept buried. It allows me to live without thinking too much.

Without dwelling on the past.

Until him.

It all changes when an ordinary boy becomes my next target.

And my first love.

I have to choose.

The only life I’ve ever known has to die, or he does.

Either way, I’ll be the one pulling the trigger...

All the Rage is a STAND ALONE

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T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband, daughter and three feisty fur kids.

She attended Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public speaking. After years working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing seriously.

In the third grade she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave reviews from both her teacher and her parents.

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Excerpt for Je Suis a Toi by Pepper Winters

This is the 4th book in The Monsters in the Dark series and can not be read as a standalone.

Excerpt

“You obeyed me.”

Her head bowed, her legs spreading wider, revealing the gift I worshiped daily between her legs. “I did. I look forward to my reward.”

My lips curled; the darkness enveloped me. The beast inside stretched, unsheathing its claws, lengthening its spine in preparation.

I stalked toward her and fisted her hair. I fell more in love than I already was.

This woman made me come alive. This woman would end up killing me. But my life was already hers, and I would die gratefully on the pyre of her affection.

“Tu connaiss les règles, esclave.” You know the rules.

“What rules, maître?”

“You don’t get your reward until you’ve been punished.”

Her gaze glittered with rebellion and retaliation but not one ounce of fear—the perfect cocktail for a bastard like me. “Go ahead. You’ll never break me.”

“Ah, my sweet, sweet Tess. That might be the case…” I nipped at her bottom lip. “Mais ça ne m'empêchera pas d’essayer.” But it won’t stop me from trying.

Dropping the black bag by her spread legs, I tugged on her right plait. “Up.”

Unfolding immediately, she stood quivering before me. Her chest rose and fell, imprisoned in the dark red bra I’d handpicked for her. Her flat stomach shadowed with faint bruises from previous nights, and I traced the bite mark I’d left on her hipbone after our parlour games. 

I wanted to do what I’d planned now. To get it over with before she could have second thoughts. But I restrained myself. Anticipation would make it that much sweeter.

Gripping her jaw, I kissed her with a wet-as-fuck dominating kiss before pushing her backward to the bed. 

She obeyed every prompt. Falling onto the bedspread, she watched me with desire-glittering eyes. 

This room was very much like our assigned accommodation, only smaller. The fireplace roared with heat and the four-poster bed hung with midnight blue drapery rather than forest green.

My jeans and t-shirt became too tight as my body prepared to tease and torture.

Tess squirmed on the mattress as I moved toward her and yanked her up the bed by her arms. The moment she was in the middle, I uncoiled a piece of Japanese silk rope from my pocket and looped it around her wrist. 

With a sharp smile, I secured her to one of the four bedposts. 

It was a risk tying her down like this. After all, she’d done the same to me when I’d given her my nightmares to hopefully break hers. However, no memory of that day hovered in her gaze. Her skin already flushed with lust as I fastened her other wrist and moved toward her ankles. 

She didn’t speak—she was too well trained—but her eyes never left my ministrations. 

She gasped as my fingers ran around her ankle, cupping her heel protectively before wrenching her legs apart and securing them as tight as her wrists. 

Once finished, she lay spread-eagled with no hope of escape. 

I stood and surveyed my fucking delicious woman. The lingerie barely hid her bare pussy, shadowing it in red lace while her bra couldn’t hide the pinpricks of nipples begging me to bite. 

Running a fingertip from her instep to her clit, I murmured, “So pretty and no chance of running. What shall I do with you?”

Her hands fisted, her lips parting with breath. “Anything…do anything you want.” 

“Anything?” My fingers pinched her pussy, indenting her soft flesh with the lace protecting her. 

She gasped, white cheeks flushing so prettily. The scrap of material couldn’t hide how wet and hot she was, drenching the delicate underwear. Her desire matched mine. I was rock-fucking-hard for her.

“I’ll give you a choice, Tess.” Rubbing her pussy, I pressed hard and swift. “Pain or pleasure first? You make the call.” 

Her back bowed as I stabbed at her entrance, prevented from entering her by the lacy garment. Soon, that bastard chastity belt would have to be sliced away. But for now, it kept me focused. Gave me a barrier I wasn’t permitted to break. 

Her eyes switched from dove-grey to dark blizzard. “Pain…I pick pain first.”

I shook my head, stealing my hand from her core and bending to unzip my black bag. “Wrong choice.”

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JE SUIS À TOI

by PEPPER WINTERS

Q made me the happiest esclave in the world. He gave me his heart, his empire, his ruthless unforgiving love. And life finally left us in peace.

A man like my maître has special needs though, growing stronger as our lives intertwine. The only way to survive his monster is to agree to all his desires.

Including his latest wish.

I’m his.

And I won’t refuse.

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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters.

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Excerpt for Dirty Girl by Meghan March

EXCERPT

No. Fucking. Way.

Can you photoshop real life? Because that’s the only way I can possibly be seeing through my peepholewhat I’m seeing right now.

Cavanaugh Westman. In the flesh. Outside my door.

The knock stopped me mid-shuffle on the way to my coffeemaker. So that makes me an uncaffeinated, makeup-less, messy-bunned, legging-wearing couch surfer who hasn’t showered in the two days I’ve spent holed up in my apartment.

He can’t see me like this.

I’ve had so many fantasies of how it will go when I finally came face-to- face with Cav again. I’ll be wearing something sexy, yet classy. Perfect hair, makeup, eyebrows. I’ll adopt a casually disinterested mien. He’ll be devastated when he realizes what he missed out on by standing me up that night and disappearing without a word.

There’s no way in hell I’m answering that door. Cav Westman can sit out in my hallway all day. Notopening it.

But Cav reads my mind, the bastard.

“Open the door, baby girl. Your message came through loud and clear with that ad.”

A barely audible gasp escapes my lungs.

“That’s right, I know you’re standing there. So, open the door, Greer.”

His deep, gravelly voice stirs memories I thought I wiped out of my brain. Apparently not.

I rush to the couch to grab my phone. I need to text Banner. Need to freak out with her and schedule an emergency spa day so I can be all the things I need to be before facing him again.

My thoughts come to a screeching halt. I do not need to impress Cav Westman. He’s nothing to me. And I can prove it right now by opening the door. He’ll see exactly how much I don’t care about his opinion.

Before I can change my mind, or look down at my shirt to make sure I’m not sporting any stains from yesterday’s coffee, I reach for the dead bolts and unlock them before I twist the doorknob and tug.

As soon as the door is open, I know I’ve made a terrible mistake.

Through the peephole, he was marginally distorted. On the billboards and movie posters plastered to the sides of buses in the city, he looked like a total stranger. But Cav in the flesh?

Devastating.

I lose my grip on the door and it swings open.

How does he not look older? No new lines bracket his mouth or crease the corners of his eyes. Instead, a new scar curves along his jaw, giving him a sexier, more dangerous look. His shoulders are impossibly broader, making his hips seem even narrower.

His hazel eyes flash as he takes me in—at least they haven’t changed. Today they’re more tawny gold than gray or green. Guessing what color they would be was part of the game I played with myself before. His dark brown hair is sexy and disheveled, longer than the buzz cut he had before, but everything else is the same. Worn jeans, a plain T-shirt, and scuffed boots. Strong, bold features that many a man would find impossible to carry off, but are the reason millions of women would line up to have Cavanaugh Westman’s babies.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper, reminding myself that I no longer have some naive fantasy of being the one for Cav.

His gaze returns to my face, and I know his inspection of me can’t be nearly as flattering as mine of him.

I’m waiting for him to say something . . . anything. Like an apology or an explanation for disappearing three years ago, but instead I get something completely different.

His hands drop to the button of his jeans. “Based on your ad, the inspection isn’t quite complete.”

If my jaw could drop to the floor like a cartoon character’s, it would.

Oh. My. God. I never saw what he was packing before, only a grazing handful the one night I finally got bold, but he put me off, promising me a night that never happened.

I stand like a slack-jawed moron and force my gaze to his face.

“What are you doing?”

His wicked grin—one he uses so rarely, even in the movies of his I’ll never admit I’ve seen—wipes away the three years between our past and present.

The hiss of the zipper comes next.

I keep my gaze on his face as his eyes dare me. To look or to stop him, I’m not sure which.

“Apparently you’ve changed your requirements for wooing, baby girl.”

The endearment on his lips brings back another wave of memories, but the flex of his bicep against the sleeve of his T-shirt steals my attention.

Oh. My. God.

He’s gripping his cock, stroking it, isn’t he? All I have to do is look down, and I’ll have more than one question answered.

“You know you wanna look.”

The dare is there again. And he’s right. I want to look. So I do.

Sweet Jesus.

Oh. My. Hell.

Well, let’s just say Cav knocked that requirement out of the park. The sight of his long, thick cock in his big, capable hand sends heat rushing south through my body, pooling between my thighs. My nipples, sans bra, strain against the material of my shirt. Cav’s gaze drops as well—to my chest.

The room pulses with a desperate intensity. Hanging between us is the night we never had. The one he walked away from.

I have two choices. Take what I want, what I asked for, or hold on to the rejection he dealt me three years ago.

My brain short-circuits on one thought—life is short, and you never know if you’ll get a second chance.

So I step forward, wrap one hand around his neck and the other around his cock, and kiss him for everything I’m worth.

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Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com

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Book Tour Review for The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez

THE SPIRAL DOWN

by ALY MARTINEZ

I was afraid to fly.

He made me soar.

After years of climbing the ladder of success in the music industry, I finally had everything I could want.

Yet I still found myself wandering through life alone.

Captain Evan Roth was the one man I never saw coming.

Tall, dark, mysterious... Straight.

We were both damaged beyond repair and searching for something so elusive we weren’t sure it even existed.

But, when two broken souls collide in midair, falling is a given.

I just never expected to crave the spiral down.

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REVIEW: 5 STARS

"Life is a struggle, but it's who you choose to take on the journey with you that matters the most."

I am SO IN LOVE!! I loved this book....wow. Just wow. I am still smiling after finishing it! I can't say this enough....Aly Martinez ROCKS. I am pretty convinced that she can't write a story that doesn't affect me in some way or another. Every book of hers has gripped me and this one was no different, but this one had a different element to it. This one grabbed onto my heart and made me soar....it was a beautiful love and the journey these two took for their HEA was perfectly illustrated in her writing.

We met Henry in The Fall Up and I immediately fell in love with him. If you check out my REVIEW, you can see just how much I LOVED Henry!! Well, this book isn't any different. He has a mouth that doesn't know when to quit. He has a wandering eye that doesn't know when to look the other way. He is absolutely hilarious! There is a lot to love about Henry, and his quick wit and sarcasm make this book a freakin' hoot! Hilarious!!! OMG...I laughed so hard throughout this book, my husband was asking me what I was reading. I had to read a few passages to him! Hahaha! Henry has a same fear that I have, and the way that he was acting and dealing with it had me cracking up so hard, I was literally tearing up. I love him so much!!!! 

Evan was a sarcastic one too. and I loved that he called Henry out a few times. These two characters meshed SO well! Evan was a hot hunky kinda guy, the kind that makes you daydream. I will admit his character was perfect! I liked the depth he had and the sanity he possessed to match Henry's insanity. This give and take between them was unrivaled. I *LOVED* these two together!

But past that, the insane connection these two had was off the charts HOT. I loved that these two vibed off each other so well. Once again, another the story that was a true page turner. Not only did these two have chemistry, they were perfect for each other. The Yin to the Yang. Their road to happiness was not an easy one, but after working through some emotions and preconceived notions, they had an ending worth celebrating. I loved that the poignant times between them were legit and real and were heartfelt.

With heartache and pain, lack of trust and fear.....things can go wrong very quickly, but the love will be everlasting if you can just work through it. Evan and Henry is the perfect example. This story was all sorts of sigh-worthy. I love Henry and Evan and they will stay with me for quite some time.

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He was a storm of epic proportions. But maybe he was the only one capable of tearing my walls down.
~BEE

~MEET ALY MARTINEZ~

Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five- including a set of twins. Currently living in Chicago, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.

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Crave Me by M Robinson: Excerpt

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Colors blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times and just like that…

I saw her face.

As if she was standing right in front of me.

Smiling.

Happy.

Laughing.

My whole world…

My girl.

I felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving to fucking love her.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to believe me.

Aching for her to love me again like she used to.

I don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes, subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.

It was too powerful.

It was too vivid.

I grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I urged with desperation in my tone.

Still nothing.

I tried again and again and again.

I would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.

To talk to me.

To save me.

To crave me.

Time just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.

“What?!” she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”

“Mi cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.

She ignored my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.

My heaven.

“What do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this anymore!” 

I shut my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time where she didn’t hate me.

“I remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just happened.

My nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.

“I remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you remember what my love feels like?”

I heard her faintly breathing.

“Do you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”

Silence.

“I love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see that? I’m dying without you.”

“No, Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say that.

“The first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.”

More silence.

“I had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine. Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”

She sniffled into the phone.

“I made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”

“I can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.

“I kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real. For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing I can’t give you.”

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~MEET M ROBINSON~

Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. 

She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left. 

She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.

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