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Saturday, December 20, 2014

♥~~Review Bliitz + Giveaway~~♥ WILDE TIMES by Savannah Young

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Book Title: Wilde Times 
Author: Savannah Young 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
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WILDE TIMES is the fourth and final novel in the spicy contemporary romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town bar and their local country band. WILDE TIMES can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the SERIES.

In high school, Jake Wilde was the star football player, who led his team to win the state championship. Now ten years later he’s the manger of his family’s bar, Haymakers, but the residents of rural Old Town still talk about his glory days in high school.

Harley Davis was always the girl-next-door…literally. Her family was neighbors with the Wilde family and the Wilde boys treated her like the little sister they never had. But Harley spent her adolescence dreaming that she’d one day be Jake Wilde’s girl.

She never anticipated that she’d be one of the many girls Jake sleeps with. It breaks Harley’s heart a little bit more every time Jake hooks up with someone other than her, which happens on a regular basis.

How much longer will Harley believe that having even a small piece of Jake is better than having no Jake at all?
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“That’s some ring,” I state loudly enough to get the woman’s attention.
 
She flashes the huge solitaire diamond in my face. “Thanks.”
Why is everyone around me suddenly getting married? It’s really starting to piss me off.
The woman looks a few years older than me, maybe in her mid-twenties. She’s sitting at the bar with two other young women who look like they could be her sisters. She looks vaguely familiar. We probably attended Old Town High together. I didn’t exactly pay attention to the girls who were older than me. Not that I paid much attention to the girls who were in my own grade either. We were more of a mutual hate society.
Right now it’s slow at Haymakers, the bar that the Wilde brothers own. It’s been in their family for generations, and to this day it’s the only bar in Old Town.
I’m now the only person who works here who isn’t a blood relation, or soon to be related by marriage.
“Celebrating?” I ask.
She shoves the ring in my face. “I just got engaged.” She is all smiles.
“Congratulations. What can I get you?”
“Is Jake around?” She scans the nearly empty bar. It’s not even four in the afternoon yet. The place won’t pick-up for at least another hour.
“He’s in the back room.” I have no idea what she wants with Jake. She doesn’t look like the type who he usually hooks up with. She’s much too prim and proper. She looks more like someone Cooper would go for.
But he’s engaged too. The best ones are always taken
The woman’s eyes narrow and she says, “I really wanted to share my good news with him.”
It looks to me like she wants to shove the ring in his face and I have an idea why. Jake has a reputation for humping and dumping and she was probably one of his casualties. What she doesn’t realize is that even if being with him meant the world to her, chances are it most likely meant nothing to him. He probably won’t even remember sticking his dick in her. And I can guarantee he won’t remember her name.
“He’ll probably be out a little later,” I say. “If you want to stick around.”
The woman gives me a huge grin. “Oh, I’m going to stick around. Thanks.”
“Can I get you something to drink while you’re waiting?”
“We’ll have three beers,” the woman says. “Whatever you have on draft.”
“Budweiser okay?”
The three women all nod. They don’t look like heavy drinkers. I’m willing to bet they’re two-drink-max kind of girls. There are three types of females who normally come into Haymakers. The regulars: most of them are older folks, my parents’ age or older, who’ve been coming to the bar for years. They usually have a few beers while they eat lunch or dinner. Then there are the packs: groups of girls who come in the celebrate weddings or sometimes even divorces. They’re usually two-drink-maxers, especially if they’re with a group of girls from work. Then there are the girls who come in to get drunk and laid. They’re usually in pairs, or sometimes trios. They usually drink until they get loaded enough for any guy in the bar to look good enough to screw.
After they finish their beers the women are a lot chattier than when they entered the place.
“Another round?” I ask.
The woman frowns. “I was hoping Jake would be around by now.”
Me too, I think, because I can’t wait to see what this woman has to say to him. I’m pretty sure that whatever it is, it’ll be a show.
The woman leans down close to me and whispers, “He took my virginity.”
I can’t help but smile. “Join the club.”
She points a swaying finger at me. “You too?”
I nod.
She gives me a puzzled look. “Were you twelve?”
“Nineteen,” I admit, but I’m not sure why. I’ve never actually told anyone I was a virgin until I was an adult and that I lost my virginity to a man-whore who didn’t even know it was my first time. But I feel insulted by her insinuations that I look like a slut.
“You were nineteen?” She sounds like she doesn’t believe me.
I place my hands on my hips and stare at her. “Why is that so hard to believe?”
She opens her mouth, but no words come out. Then she stammers a few times with some, “Well, ums.”
“You’re kind of dressed a little provocatively,” her friend says.
I lean in so the three women will hear me. “Did you see a brand new Mustang convertible in the parking lot when you came in?”
“The cherry red one?” the friend asks.
I nod.
“We saw it,” the woman says.
“I work in a bar. I was able to buy that car because I dress like this. Big tits and a tight ass earn large tips.”
The women are all staring at me with eyes as wide as pie plates.
“Did someone say big tits and a tight ass?” a man’s voice booms.
All of us turn at the same time to see Jake Wilde approach. He’s almost thirty, but he’s still got the good looks and charm of the guy who everyone adored in high school. He was the star football player and the most popular guy on campus. All the guys wanted to be him and all the girls wanted to date him, including me. People at Old Town High still talk about Jake Wilde even more than ten years after he graduated. Of course I was just a kid when Jake was in high school. He treated me more like the pesky little girl next door until I finally graduated and started working at Haymakers.
After their parents died and left them the family bar, the Wilde boys voted to have Jake manage the place. He’s good at getting people into Haymakers and making sure they have a good time. Unfortunately he’s not quite as good at the day-to-day operations, like bookkeeping and accounting. Fortunately, Cooper is a Wall Street financial wiz and has gotten Jake out of jams on more than a few occasions.

I’d help him, if he asked, but he never has. I was a straight A student in high school and even got full scholarships to several Ivy League universities. Math was my best subject. And I’m a wiz with computers. I could easily handle the books. But the only thing Jake sees me as is a waitress and his personal plaything that he can use when he wants to scratch a certain itch. I know I shouldn’t let him use me, but he’s the only man I’ve ever loved. I’ve been in love with him since I was a kid, and I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else. So having a piece of Jake, when he feels like screwing me, is better than having no Jake at all.

 
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Romance novelist Savannah Young grew up in rural northwest New Jersey in a place very similar to the fictional Old Town, which is featured in her books. When she's not at her computer creating spicy stories, Savannah is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds. Savannah also writes under the pen names Dakota Madison, Sierra Avalon and Ren Monterrey.

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Thursday, November 20, 2014

♥~~Review Blitz + Giveaway~~♥ SHATTERED TRUST by Lynda Bailey

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Book Title: Shattered Trust
Author: Lynda Bailey
Genre: Erotica/BDSM Romance
Release Date: August 2014
 
 
 
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Learning to love is the easy part… As a young woman, Kate Landry trusted the wrong man, and she paid dearly for her naiveté. Alone, pregnant and destitute, she survived by the sheer force of her will. Now forty-two, Kate has made a good living for herself and her daughter as the owner of the Bluebird Saloon. But she’s forgotten how to live. That is until he comes into her bar… Liam St. James loved a girl once. And only once. After an accident paralyzed her, she didn’t trust he would continue to love her. Brokenhearted, Liam left and soon discovered a world where women did trust him—to be their sexual Dominant. He plays out the scenes masterfully, but the unexpected request from the stoic bar owner will pose his greatest challenge yet… Kate and Liam embark on a journey to uncover repressed urges and, in the process, they discover new desires. They also fall in love with one another. But when you’ve been shattered as badly as they have by mistrust, deceit and abuse, loving is easy. Trusting is harder, if not impossible, especially when the heart is involved… Shattered Trust is a BDSM romance. It contains explicit language and graphic love scenes, including bondage, domination, spanking, whipping and multiple partners. It is intended for mature readers only.


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For years—years—she’d fought her internal opinion that she was a slut. A whore. She wasn’t. She was a good person. A person worthy of love and respect. But was she? Stripping for Liam, a man she barely knew, didn’t classify her as admirable. Tears filled her eyes. She wrapped her arms across her breasts, her head bowed. “Why did you stop?” Liam’s question echoed in the quiet room. “I…I can’t do this.” “Why not?” She sniffled. “I just can’t.” “That’s the answer a child would give.” Censure hardened his voice. “Look at me.” Shuffling her feet, she turned. He sat forward in the chair, his elbows braced on his knees. Tension crackled the air as his reproachful gaze bore into hers. She shook so hard, it was a wonder she stayed standing. “Part of your problem is that you’re thinking too much.” His words stung like ice chips. “It’s not your job to think, but to do. To do as I say. I’m here because of you. If you want this to stop, if you don’t trust me, you know what to say. I’ll leave and we’ll be done. Otherwise, uncross your arms and continue.” Fear clutched her heart. Fear of continuing? No. Fear that all…this would end. She’d only just begun…could she so easily abandon her pursuit for some semblance of normalcy in her life? Or was she prepared to spend the rest of her days alone? Like dead weight, her arms fell to her sides.


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Lynda has always loved stories, especially romances. For her the only thing better than reading a romance is writing one. That and drinking red wine while eating dark chocolate. Her romances are full of passion, with heat levels that range from hot to sizzling! She’s proud to have been a 2010 finalist in the prestigious Golden Heart®. Please join Lynda for laughter and love, and where the good guys always win in the end. Lynda lives in Reno with her husband of thirty+ years and their two pampered pooches.


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Saturday, November 15, 2014

♥~~ Review Blitz + Giveaway~~♥ A WILDE NIGHT by Savannah Young

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Book Title: A Wilde Night
Author: Savannah Young
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 2014
 
 
 
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She's an award-winning winning actress and he's an average guy just trying to get by... Fresh out of police officer training, newbie cop, Hunter Wilde, takes an off-duty gig working special events at the Tawnee Mountain Resort to earn a little extra cash to supplement his public servant's salary. Katie Lawrence is Hollywood's hottest sweetheart. With her second Oscar win before the age of twenty-five she's all Tinseltown is talking about. When Katie attends a wedding at the Tawnee Mountain Resort with the notorious bad-boy Olympic gold snowboarder, Devon Black, he's more interested in bedding the bridesmaids than he is in being with Katie. So Katie tries to find solace in the personal security guard assigned to her by the resort...the reluctant Hunter Wilde. He's not impressed with Katie's stardom and he definitely doesn't want to get involved with a drama queen...but Katie manages to steal his heart when he least expects it.
 
 
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“What’s going on over there?” I point to a dark-haired girl being mobbed by a small crowd. They’re shoving pieces of paper and pens at her. Autographs, maybe? Teko laughs. “What are you blind? That’s Katie Lawrence.” Am I supposed to know who Katie Lawrence is? “So?” Teko’s eyes narrow with suspicion. “She’s America’s Sweet-heart. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen Sky Blues?” “Okay, I won’t tell you I’ve never seen it,” I fire back. “Or Chasing Summer?” “I won’t tell you I haven’t seen that either.” “Dude, have you been living under a rock? They’re Academy Award winning movies. She’s won two Oscars. Just won best-supporting actress and she was only in the movie like fifteen minutes. Her character died of a drug overdose. It was epic.” Now I’m the one who’s eying Teko. “And how do you know about these movies? They sound like chick flicks.” “My girl likes movies. I like to make out in the back of the theater. It’s a win-win deal.” I watch as Katie Lawrence greets all of her adoring fans. And they are all adoring her. They’re practically falling over each other just to get her to glance in their direction. It actually makes me kind of sick. It’s not that Katie Lawrence isn’t attractive. She’s cute. But not the kind of girl I’d put on a pedestal or anything. If she wasn’t a big star, and she walked into Haymakers, my family’s bar, on a Friday night, she probably wouldn’t be one of the first girls to get picked up. Don’t get me wrong, she’d be in the top five or six, but she’s definitely not top-spot hot. Katie Lawrence is not drop-dead Sports Illustrated Cover Girl gorgeous. She looks more like the girl-next-door. Not that the girl who lived next door to us all of our lives, Harley Davis, isn’t Sports Illustrated Cover Girl gorgeous. She most definitely is. But she’s also in love with my oldest brother, so that means she’s off-limits. I can tell by looking at Katie that she thinks pretty highly of herself. It’s her demeanor, and the way she carries herself. The girl is starting to believe her own publicity. “Why do you think the resort hired so many of us this week-end?” Teko asks. Tawnee Mountain Resort has been in business less than a year and it’s already garnered quit a reputation as a hot spot for all the rich and famous from New York. Lucky for me and my buddy, Teko, they like to hire off-duty cops to work security for special events. I shrug. “I heard there’s some kind of big wedding going on.” Teko gives me a look like I’m stupid. “Devon Black’s twin brother is getting married. I know you know who Devon Black is.” “He’s that snowboarder,” I reply off-handedly. “He’s a four-time Olympic gold medal winner. His twin brother was set to compete against him this past winter, but he injured his knee in the finals. Talk about sibling rivalry.” Sibling rivalry is something I know a lot about. With three older brothers, it wasn’t something I could easily escape. “Katie Lawrence is dating Devon Black,” Teko adds, as if I should care about either of these people. “It’s an on-again, off-again saga with those two.” My gaze narrows. “And just how do you know so much about Katie Lawrence and Devon Black’s romantic life?” He shrugs. “My girl has a bunch of those celebrity magazines lying all over the apartment.” “And you just happened to open them up and read them,” I tease. “I may take them with me into the bathroom when I’ve got a few minutes to kill.” I shake my head in disbelief. Teko is a six-foot five-inch brick house. He’s part Polynesian, part African American and all muscle. He’s not the kind of guy you’d expect to be reading some girlie celebrity rag. As Katie Lawrence and her entourage pass by us, I can’t help but notice her sexy little body. She’s wearing a skirt so short and tight it should be illegal. And she’s got on a little crop top that shows off the smallest bit of her milky white midsection. Maybe she’s a little hotter than I initially gave her credit for. When I feel my dick twitch in response I remind myself that I’m a cop working security and she’s apparently some superstar. But that’s just it. When you take away all of the hubbub surrounding her, she doesn’t seem like a movie star to me. She seems more like a slightly sexed up version of the girls I went to high school with. As I watch her walk by, she actually glances in my direction. Our eyes meet for just a second, but it’s just long enough for me to see right inside her. And when I do, I actually see her gasp. It’s almost as if no one has ever looked that deeply at her and it surprises her. I seem to have made her so uncomfortable, she quickly turns away. But I know she’ll look back again. I’m willing to bet a week’s salary on it, and for a rookie cop, that’s some hard-earned money. When someone takes your breath away, you can’t help but look back again. It’s a necessity. Bingo. Just as I predicted she sneaks another quick glance back at me before she turns the corner. She’s got such a sad expression on her face. It’s almost like she’s living a life that’s not of her own making. Like part of her would rather be in old jeans and a sweatshirt than the designer clothes she’s wearing. It tugs on my heartstrings a bit. Then I remind myself that she’s a superstar, and certainly doesn’t need someone like me to feel sorry for her. *** “You’ve got bodyguard duty,” Mr. Wilson, the head of security, says to me. The guy is a real piece of work. He’s an older guy, probably in his mid-fifties, and I swear he dyes his hair because it’s just too black for a guy his age. He’s always chomping on gum like a teen-age girl. And he’s slick. If he wasn’t the head of security at a posh resort, he’d probably be a used car salesman. “I wasn’t hired for personal security,” I protest. “General guard duty.” In my mind I was hired to stand around and look intimidating, something I’ve been working hard to perfect. I’ve almost got it down to an exact science. I cross my arms over my chest while giving a cold, uncompromising stare. Between that pose and my uniform, I can usually make some of the biggest, baddest-looking dudes tremble in a matter of seconds. At least my police training was good for something. Getting anywhere close to that actress sounds like too much work. Actresses are too high maintenance for a country boy like me. I point over to two other rookie cops also moonlighting as security guards at Tawnee Mountain. We all attended the police academy together. “Why don’t you get Paulson and Rodriguez to do it?” I suggest. Wilson snaps his gum in my face then shakes his head. “No, I want you to do it.” I want to ask why me, but I can tell by the look on Mr. Wilson’s face that it’s pointless to protest. He’s already got his mind made up. He’s got a team of a dozen security guards, and for some reason he picked me to babysit the drama queen. “Anyone ever told you that you kind of look like Opie?” I shake my head. “Who’s Opie?” He chomps down on his gum a few times before he responds. “Opie. You know. The kid from The Andy Griffith Show.Ron Howard’s character.” “You mean the director?” Teko pipes in. More gum chewing. “Yeah, he’s a director now but he was an actor first. When he was young. He had a real sweet look to him. Kind of innocent. Like you.” Wilson points a finger in my direction. “You’re a sweet looking kid. That’s why you need to do it.” I heave a sigh. The last thing you want to be called when you’re a new cop is sweet looking. Doesn’t exactly fit the persona. I’ve worked really hard to gain body mass and I’m now all muscle. But there’s nothing I can do about having a sweet looking face apparently. Mr. Wilson is eyeing me like I’ve got the plague or something. “What have you got against Katie Lawrence? She’s America’s Sweetheart.” “Nothing,” I grunt. He’s still eyeing me like he doesn’t believe me. “She’s a sweet kid.” “I’m sure she is,” I say half-heartedly. I still want nothing to do with being her personal security guard. I’d rather be in the background where I feel comfortable. “I think you’ll like her when you get to know her.” I don’t know how to make it any more obvious that I don’t want to get to know her. I could care less about her being America’s Sweetheart. And I definitely don’t care about her movies. I’d rather watch paint dry then watch any movie with the words Academy Award winner on it. If I have to watch a movie, which I rarely do, it better have car chases, explosions and guns—and lots of them. Mr. Wilson crosses his fat arms over his protruding belly. It’s a good thing the guy carries a gun and a Taser because he’d never be able to take anyone down without a weapon. “Tell me why you don’t like Katie Lawrence.” Why does everyone love this girl so much? It’s like a national crime that I don’t adore her. I shrug. “I don’t even know her.” He’s still eyeing me suspiciously. “All right.” I heave a sigh. “She seems very high maintenance. I don’t want to deal with it. Happy?” Mr. Wilson actually laughs at me. Should I be insulted? “Every female on the planet is high maintenance, Kid. Get used to it.” Before I can say another word he turns and walks away.
 
 
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Romance novelist Savannah Young grew up in rural northwest New Jersey in a place very similar to the fictional Old Town, which is featured in her books. When she's not at her computer creating spicy stories, Savannah is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds. Savannah also writes under the pen names Dakota Madison, Sierra Avalon and Ren Monterrey.
 
 
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