Friday, May 22, 2015

Holding Strong by Lori Foster


Ultimate #2
Denver Lewis has been watching Cherry Peyton for quite some time. Cherry wants him and finally gets him.  Armie, Denver's friend, overhears some creepy looking men asking about Cherry and tells Denver. It turns out that they are from Cherry's past and they want something from her. Cherry tries to figure a way out by herself because she has always been alone.  She doesn't understand that she isn't alone anymore. She has Denver, even though they are a new couple, and their friends. Can Cherry trust in Denver to protect her?

I enjoyed this story. Denver is a huge man with a matching heart. Cherry is adorable. I love Armie!  I cannot wait for his and Rissy's story.


From the author:
Heavyweight fighter Denver Lewis plays real nice, but he doesn’t share. That’s why he’s been avoiding top-notch flirt Cherry Peyton. But a man can only resist those lush curves for so long. Their encounter surpasses all his fantasies, bringing out protective urges that Cherry’s about to need more than she knows…
Denver’s combination of pure muscle and unexpected tenderness has been driving Cherry wild. Yet no sooner does she get what she’s been craving than old troubles show up on her doorstep. And this time, Cherry can’t hide behind a carefree fa├žade. Because the man by her side is one who’ll fight like hell to keep her safe…if only she’ll trust him enough to let him…

Excerpt:
Anticipation growing sharper, Denver led her through the throng, steering her around small clusters and heavier crowds. The loud, pulsing music and clamor of laughter and conversation made it difficult to talk until they finally reached the entrance.
As he drew her out the doors and into the quieter night, Cherry tipped up her face and drank in the humid evening air. “Ohhh, this is so much better.”
A storm gathered in the distance, sending brief flashes of lightning across the horizon. He could smell the rain in the air, and he felt his own mounting tension.
While a frisky breeze played with her hair, Cherry ducked against him comfortably, as if they’d been cozy forever.
She couldn’t know how it affected him, feeling her sweet body so close, inhaling the hot scent of her skin mixed with the dampness of the night.
He couldn’t help but touch her cheek, smoothing back her hair. She turned into his hand, smiling.
Would she look like that, all relaxed and satisfied, after she came?
Her lashes lifted and she looked at him. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Had she read his mind? He opened his hand, stroked his fingers through her silky hair. “What?”
“The quiet and the fresh air.”


She felt good. But then he was so primed that everything she said and did felt like a come-on.
Thick clouds tumbled over the stars and moon, but street lamps illuminated the area. Sluggish traffic went by. People milled in and out of the bar and the hotel across the street.
Apparently in less of a hurry than him to reach her room, Cherry turned toward him to chat. “Yvette left with Cannon right after the fight ended.”
Looping his arms around her waist, Denver nodded. “I talked with him.” Cannon always came as Armie’s corner man if his own fight schedule with the SBC didn’t have him out of town. It was a treat for all the other fighters at the event, and a thrill for the locals. “He’s as sappy as Gage.”
Her smile twitched. “Guess it helps that the ladies really enjoy the fights.”
Shadows played over her, emphasizing the swells of her breasts. With every move she made, that soft flesh drew his eye. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.
And his mouth.

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Pages: 475
Published: 2015

Ignited by J Kenner



Most Wanted #3

Kat is a former grifter/con woman. She likes where she is in life. She has friends and is buying a house for the first time. The only thing missing is Cole August. She wants him. She decides to go after him but he says no - repeatedly. Then her father shows up and needs a forged document or he is in big trouble. So she goes to Cole and asks for help. He says yes.
Kat finally has broken him down so he also says yes to sex but he says the sex he needs is not for her. She proves him wrong. But will his BDSM lifestyle keep them apart?

I remember reading the first book in this series and not liking it. But I liked this one. Kat was one determined woman. She wanted her man and went and got him. Kat and Cole are like salt and pepper!

From the author:
He promised to take me as far as I could go—and I wanted to go to the edge.
 
My whole life has been a cover, a con, a lie. I was born into the grift, raised on the thrill of playing someone I’m not. As a rule, I never let anyone get too close—until Cole August makes it impossible for me to stay away.
 
Cole is tough, sexy, and intensely loyal, yet his secrets are dark and his scars run deep. Not many women can handle his past, or the truth behind his fierce demands. But something about him beckons me—and our desire is a game I must play.
 
I know he’s dangerous, that even his touch is trouble, but what is passion without a little risk?




Read an excerpt here.

Pages: 253
Published: 2014

Theirs To Cherish by Shayla Black


Wicked Lovers #8
I loved this story and have enjoyed Callie as she popped up in past books in this series. She's a brat sometimes and very mouthy but there's more if a person would just take a second a look. I loved Thorpe from the other books but did not care for Sean until the truth was revealed.

Thorpe loved her since the day she walked into Club Dominion but after he found out who she was he knew there was no way he could be with her. Callie was so hurt by his refusal two years before but did not know what caused it.
Now she has been collared by Sean and has fallen for him but she knows something is up with him and thinks that he is going to kill her. She escapes the club and runs to Logan.  He helps her escape but when Thorpe calls him to find her, he is sorry.  She has people after her and needs help. Sean and Thorpe join together to save her. Who is after her and why?


From the author:

The perfect place for a woman on the run to disappear…
Accused of a horrific murder she didn’t commit, former heiress Callie Ward has been a fugitive since she was sixteen—until she found the perfect hideout, Club Dominion. The only problem is she’s fallen for the club’s Master, Mitchell Thorpe, who keeps her at arm’s length. Little does she know that his reasons for not getting involved have everything to do with his wounded heart…and his consuming desire for her.

To live out her wildest fantasies…
Enter Sean Kirkpatrick, a Dom who’s recently come to Dominion and taken a pointed interest in Callie. Hoping to make Thorpe jealous, she submits to Sean one shuddering sigh at a time. It isn’t long before she realizes she’s falling for him too. But the tender lover who’s slowly seducing her body and earning her trust isn’t who he claims…

And to fall in love.
When emotions collide and truths are exposed, Sean is willing to risk all to keep Callie from slipping through his fingers. But he’s not the only man looking to stake a claim. Now Callie is torn between Sean and Thorpe, and though she’s unsure whom she can trust, she’ll have to surrender her body and soul to both—if she wants to elude a killer…


Excerpt:
“Everything except my name and occupation was the real me. I never lied about how I felt.”

She wanted to believe him. But the truth was, she’d fallen for a charming smile, a fake brogue, and a whole lot of smooth lines. If his tenderness and caring had seemed like more, well . . . wasn’t that the point of winning her trust and breaking her barriers down? 

“Whatever.”

“It’s a lot more than ‘whatever,’ Callie. I swear to you.”

“Even if finding out that Sean wasn’t who he claimed, that doesn’t excuse you for running off without talking to me, pet,” Thorpe jumped in. “What’s your justification there?”

“I didn’t think you knew who I was, so I tried to keep you from this mess. Was I supposed to guess that you cared about me?”

She hadn’t thought it possible, but his face became even more forbidding. “Don’t you ever say that to me again. I sheltered you for four years, Callie. I tried to teach you, help you, comfort you. What part of that indicated to you that I didn’t give a sh*t?”

“I knew you cared as a friend, but I didn’t think you—” She tried to untangle her thoughts as he leaned across the seat toward her. “The night you . . . that it seemed like we were going to . . . you know.” She still hated thinking about that humiliating event. “Then you just walked away and never explained, never touched me again, so—”

“Because I didn’t f**k you, you imagined that I didn’t care anymore?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” She shrugged. “I might have believed that a lover would go out on a limb for me, but not merely a boss or a friend.”

“There are so many things wrong with that statement.” Thorpe cursed, shaking his head.

“Being your lover clearly didn’t give me any extra perks in the trust department,” Sean piped up from the front seat. “In fact, I think you gave me even less than Thorpe.”

“Well, yeah,” Callie defended hotly. “Everything between us was pretense and bullsh*t. Don’t try to convince me that I’ve wronged you.”

“He’s not telling his superiors that you’ve run or that his cover is blown because he’s trying to minimize the chances that the FBI will suddenly want you brought in.”

Maybe that was true, but she wasn’t ready to be less angry. No, hurt. Damn it. “So I’m supposed to thank you for your kind lies? Was it difficult to get hard on command? Was f**king me a chore?”

Sean slapped his palm against the steering wheel. “That’s it. I’ve had enough. Thorpe . . .”

“On it,” he assured the other man. “We’re done with your lack of trust.”

“And your bratty mouth,” Sean added. “Don’t forget that.”

“Absolutely,” Thorpe agreed. “You will apologize this instant to both of us.”

“Like hell! You two don’t like the way I communicate. Guess what? Your style sucks, too. You lie.” 

She pointed at Sean, then turned her stare on Thorpe. “And you clam up.”

Thorpe grabbed her by the arm. “You’ve refused to rely on the men determined to help you.”

“I didn’t ask for help,” she pointed out.

“You’ve refused to apologize, and you’ve insulted us.”

“You insulted me, too. Because I’m going to defend myself, I’m bratty?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not the only one slinging words around here.”

“I might have lied, lovely, but I didn’t drug you,” Sean reminded darkly.

“And neither one of us stripped for a room full of scum. And it was your third shift in two days?” 
Thorpe raised an intimidating brow at her.

Read more here.

Pages: 386
Published: 2014

Just To Be With You by Bella Andre


The Sullivans #12

Tatiana and Ian meet the weekend of Marcus and Nicola's wedding. She is head over heels for him. He feels an attraction for her but he tells himself that he will not act on it.  No woman is as innocent as she seems.  Especially since she's an actress. He was burned by love and will not fall for it again.

Tatiana asks to shadow him at his job for two weeks so she can prepare for her next roll. But he refuses her and then she steam rolls him into it later. Ian wants her so bad but he denies himself. Tatiana wants to break down his walls.  She just wants him, not the things she could have by being with him.

Will he see that and accept her love?

I liked this story. They were an amazing couple.


From the author:

In JUST TO BE WITH YOU, Ian Sullivan, the powerful and wealthy CEO of Sullivan investments, has never failed at anything in his life…apart from love and marriage. Certain that he’ll never take the plunge again, the last thing he expects is for a beautiful actress to turn his perfectly organized world completely upside down.

Tatiana Landon, one of the hottest talents in Hollywood, has been waiting for true love her whole life. When she meets Ian, she’s certain she’s finally found it…along with a passion that sizzles hotter than anything in her wildest dreams. All she needs to do now is find a way to convince him to take the risk of loving again.

Ian soon realizes that Tatiana is just as determined and focused on winning his heart as he is on locking it away. But when unexpected circumstances thrust them into a world where “real life” rules don’t apply, will Ian finally recognize Tatiana as his one true love?


Read an excerpt here.

Pages: 400
Published: 2014

Riding Wild by Jaci Burton

Riding Wild



Wild Riders #1
Mac and Lily were involved 10 years ago. He dumped her so she could get on with her life. They never forgot each other. She is a private investigator and was hired to check the security at a museum when she watches a man break in and then leave with an artifact.  It is Mac. What? She tries to get the artifact back and they get shot at and get away on his motorcycle. He can't let her go. He needs to deliver the object that was in the artifact. What is going on?

I liked this story. Lily is a kick ass feisty character. She knows what she wants and goes for it.

From the author:
Lily West never expected to see Mac Canfield again, much less be holding him at gun point. But here he was, the bad boy who crushed her heart years ago—still a thief, and this time hijacking a priceless artifact. And damn if he wasn’t still the most infuriatingly persuasive, perfectly chiseled male that ever made her come undone.
Mac was no less shocked to see the beautiful girl-next-door all grown up, threatening to shoot him on the spot. Little did she know she was blowing his cover—and now he had to figure out how to get her out of harm’s way without succumbing to his crazy desire to take her on a hot trip down memory lane.
Unless straddling Mac’s chrome and hot leather and being taken for a ride is exactly what Lily wants.

Excerpt:


"You were a cop?" His eyes widened.
"That's not what we're talking about. We're discussing your macho show of over protectiveness back there."
"I was trying to prevent you from being shot."
"I didn't need your help."
Ignoring her outburst, he unzipped his jacket and slowly started peeling it off his shoulders, as if he wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to her.
"Are you listening to me at all, Mac? Are you hearing what I'm saying? I am competent, goddamit. I am not some air headed idiot who needed protecting. And where's the vial?"
Once he had the jacket off, she zeroed in on the dark stain on his arm and a river of blood pouring off the ends of his fingers. Any anger she felt dissipated in a rush of panic and concern.
"Oh. sh*t. You were shot?" She rushed over and began to pull up his shirt.
"I'm fine," he said, but he didn't try to stop her.
"You're bleeding."
"Bullet just grazed me."
Her gaze rocketed to his. "Oh, and you're some kind of psychic doctor, I suppose. How do you know?"
He shrugged. "I've been shot a few times. I know."
She shuddered at the thought. "Spare me the details. Let's get this shirt off." She drew the shirt over his head, then peeled it gently away from his shoulder, taking special care when she pulled the fabric down his injured arm.
"We need more light." She looked around the campground, spotting a grey brick building with a single overhead light a short distance away. Bathroom. "Have you got a first aid kit in the bike?"
"Yeah. Left saddlebag."
She hurried over and fumbled through the bag, found the first aid kit and a flashlight, then pushed him toward the bathroom. The light switch revealed a dim bulb hanging from the ceiling. Thankfully there was a sink and paper towels in there.
"Sit," she ordered, pointing him toward the wooden bench next to the shower.
"Bossy," he teased, grinning up at her.

Read more here.

Pages: 288
Published: 2008

Quarterback Draw by Jaci Burton


Play by Play Series #9
Grant had to do a photo shoot with models. He didn't really like that side of his job as a quarterback but it was part of it. He was working with Katrina Korsova. She was beautiful but aloof. They were modeling swimwear. He could tell that he was getting to her. He asked her out when they were done shooting but she said no. Wow. He rarely got turned down. But he saw her later and talked to her. He found a smart and wonderful woman. She was raising her much younger brother and sister after their mother died 10 years ago.  Grant was already gone for this woman.
Katrina may be a successful model but she never dated. The kids came first. But there was something about Grant that got to her.  The more she found out the harder it was to push him away especially after he came to New York City for a game and met the kids. They loved him and he felt the same way. But was it going to be this easy?

I really liked this story. Katrina let Grant in right away without really realizing it.

From the author:
Grant Cassidy knows how to be a football star—flash that dazzling smile, throw the winning pass, get the girl. But while the hot quarterback loves the game and the lifestyle, no woman has come close to catching his heart.  Then he matches wits with a smart, gorgeous model, and Grant finds himself wanting more than a fling.
Supermodel Katrina Koslova might live in a world of glitz and camera flashes, but she works hard to provide for the family that relies on her. She doesn’t have time for fun—much less a boyfriend—but Grant seems determined to be the exception to Katrina’s rule.
Their explosive chemistry is undeniable, but Katrina’s afraid to let go and rely on anyone but herself. Grant intends to ease her fears and prove he’s a man of style and substance.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

If there was one thing Grant Cassidy hated more than anything, it was PR. Doing commercial shoots was a necessary evil, and some he disliked more than others.
But right now he was in board shorts and bare feet, standing on a beach in Barbados, about to do a shoot for the annual swimsuit edition of a pretty damned famous sports magazine. There were about two dozen barely clad, tanned and gorgeous models who were going to take part in the shoot along with several athletes.
All in all? Not a bad gig.
“This I could get used to.”
Grant grinned as one of his best friends, Trevor Shay, stood next to him.
“Don’t get too used to it. Your girlfriend will kick your ass if you get too close to any of these models.”
Trevor crossed his arms. “Yeah. I really wish Haven could be here in Barbados with me. But she’s in school right now and couldn’t make it. She did tell me to behave myself. Like that was even necessary. Trust me, none of these women are as beautiful as mine.”
Grant laughed. “You’re blinded by love, my man.”
“It’s true. I am. And perfectly happy to go back to my bungalow at night all by myself. How about you? You like dating models. Got one scoped out yet?”
He had dated models in the past. They were beautiful and fun. “I wasn’t exactly looking.”
“It’s still early in the day. I have high hopes for you.” Trevor slapped him on the back as the assistant director motioned for him. “Hey, I’m up. I’ll catch you at the bar later.”
“Okay.”
Grant stayed close and watched as Trevor was put into a shot on a hammock with a beautiful, dark-skinned model. The model straddled Trevor, who Grant had to admit handled the whole thing professionally. As soon as it was over, Trevor shook the woman’s hand and wandered off in the direction of the pool.
“You’ll be up next, Grant,” the assistant said. “We’re pairing you up with Katrina Korsova.”
“Sure.” He knew who she was. Korsova was a big deal in the modeling world, one of those supermodels whose face and body was plastered all over billboards, in magazines and on television. She was a beauty. He was lucky to be doing the shoot with her. It would advance his profile, and he was all about exposure.
If he had to be here doing this shoot for the sports magazine, at least he was being paired up with one of the best in the business.
Once they readied the shot on the beach, he was called over and set up on his marks. He stood in the water up to his ankles. They’d already primped his hair, his face, and his skin. It all felt weird to him, but he’d done photo shoots before. They told him it was to combat shine and to make sure his hair would be gelled appropriately enough so it would behave.
Whatever. He was paid to do what he was told, just like in football. So he stood where they told him to stand.
“We’re ready for you, Katrina,” he heard the assistant say.
The models were clustered in shaded cabanas before the shoot, so he’d only caught glimpses of them on and off.
Katrina stepped out, a gorgeous woman with long hair the color of midnight, wearing a swimsuit bottom that barely clung to her hips. It was more like two tiny pieces of cloth tied together with scraps. There wasn’t much to the top, either. Just a couple of triangles that hardly covered her generous breasts.
She was curved in all the right places, and after she bent over so they could spray her hair wet, she straightened, flipped her hair back, then gave him a look.
Wow. Those eyes. They were so deep blue they were almost violet. Maybe they were violet. He had no idea, because he’d been struck dumb as she approached him.
He’d been around plenty of beautiful women before, but Katrina was . . . wow. Photos of her didn’t do justice to what a knockout she really was.
“Grant Cassidy, this is Katrina Korsova.”
She gave him a quick nod, then turned to the director, obviously all business and not as thunderstruck by him as he had been by her.
He was going to try not to be offended by that. Then again, she likely worked around good-looking male models all the time. He was no big deal, at least not in the modeling world.

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Pages: 336
Published: 2015

Holiday on Ice by Jaci Burton


Play by Play Series #8.5
Trick and Stella dated before but seemed to drift apart because each was so busy with their lives. But he saw her again in a bar and asked her out. They start seeing each other again and enjoy it. But Stella is determined that it is not a relationship. But what happens when Trick falls for her?

I enjoyed this novella.

From the author:
Superstar hockey player Patrick “Trick” Niemeyer and dancer Stella Slovinski have picked up where they left off a year ago, resuming their hot, uncomplicated affair. Stella refuses to call it dating, or a relationship. But lately, Trick is looking for more…

Stella’s been burned before—in a relationship she never talks about—not with her family, not with her friends, and definitely not with Trick. But now it’s the holiday season and Trick is determined to give Stella his heart wrapped up in a bow. He knows Stella is the right woman for him, but he’ll have to melt the ice surrounding her heart to keep her from walking away.



Excerpt:

Chapter One

Patrick “Trick” Niemeyer walked into McGill’s, his favorite after-game bar hangout, with several of his fellow players.
It had been a grueling game tonight, and they’d eked out a win by only one goal over Winnipeg. Since it was Friday night and they were on home turf, they deserved to celebrate.
“I need a drink—or three,” Drew Hogan said.
He and Drew were of like minds there, which didn’t surprise him since they were friends and had been as long as they’d both played for the New York Travelers.
“Let’s get this party started.” Trick led the way to the bar.
“How many of us are having beer?” Avery Mangino, their goalie and the main reason they’d won tonight, turned and counted as all of them raised fingers.
“Okay, that’s a half dozen.” Avery turned to the bartender, who slid bottles across.
Trick took a long draw from the bottle, then sighed. Nice and cold, like the ice had been tonight. But the crowd had been hot, and so had the game. They’d had to work hard for this win, and it had been a nail-biter all the way to the buzzer at the end of the third period.
“We need to avoid these close ones,” Avery said, leaning against the bar. “You all are going to have to score more goals next time.”
“It’s Trick’s fault,” Drew said. “He let that asshole steal the puck on a power play and slide one past you.”
“I agree,” Boyd Litman said. “Let’s blame Trick.”
“I don’t know,” Trick said. “You looked a little slow, Boyd. Stay up past your bedtime last night?”
“I say we blame the defense,” Drew said.
Avery frowned. “Don’t mess with my defense.”
“Someone fucking with us?” Colin Kozlow slung an arm around Avery’s shoulder. “If it wasn’t for us, we’d have been down by several goals since you pansies could only sink two in the net tonight.”
They spent at least a half hour giving each other shit, ordered up a few more beers, then set up at the pool table. Nothing like winding down after a particularly grueling game.
Trick had found a comfortable spot leaning against the wall, watching the guys take their shots, when the door opened and two women walked in. Not that women being in the bar was unusual, but these two caught his eye.
He noticed the blonde right away. Tall, with short hair and big blue eyes, she stood out even across the room. She was slender, and wore black leather boots over skintight jeans. She had on a long coat that hid the rest of her body, but Trick knew that body well, just like he knew the woman well.
Stella Slovinski.
He hadn’t seen her in a while. They’d been hot and heavy on and off for several months late last year, and some earlier this year, and then they’d lost touch. She was a dancer, and about as busy as he was during his season. It had been a no-strings kind of thing, just the way he’d wanted it, and so had she.
He couldn’t even remember why they’d stopped seeing each other.
Jobs, probably.
He sure liked seeing her right now. So did every other guy in the place. Stella was the kind of woman who commanded a man’s attention without even trying. It was the way she moved, with a confidence and grace like she didn’t give a shit if a man looked, but she had to know they were all looking.
She didn’t make eye contact, in fact was laughing with her female friend as they grabbed a table at the opposite corner of the room. She shrugged out of her coat, and he saw she was wearing a body-hugging top.
She’d lost some weight since the last time he saw her, which was . . .
Hell . . . March, maybe? He’d been at the tail end of his season, and busy, trying to make the playoffs, working his ass off. He hadn’t called her. She hadn’t called him.
And then the Travelers had lost in the playoffs, and he’d taken time off, gone to visit his mom. He’d taken a vacation, done some endorsements, and he’d still never heard from Stella. It wasn’t like they’d even dated. It had been more like a series of hookups.
Fun ones, too. His lips curved at the thought.

Read more here.

Pages: 123
Published: 2014