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August 15, 2014

~Blog Tour & Review~ Degradation by Stylo Fantome




TITLE: Degradation 
AUTHOR: Stylo Fantome
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Eighteen year old Tatum O'Shea is a naive, shy, little rich girl. Twenty-three year old Jameson Kane is smart, seductive, and richer. They come together for one night, one explosion, one mistake, and Tate is hurled into space – no family, no money, and no Jameson.

Seven years later, life is going pretty good for Tate, when she runs into Jameson again. This time, she thinks she's ready for him. She doesn't have a naive bone left in her body, and she can't even remember what shy feels like. Jameson has evolved into Satan – sharp teeth, sharper claws, and a tongue that can cut her in half. It all sounds like fun to a girl like Tate, and she is ready to play, determined to prove that she isn't the same girl he conquered once before. A series of games start, each one more devious than the last.

But the devil likes to play dirty, and she learns that playing for souls is playing for keeps. The lines between games and reality, heaven and hell, get blurry. Can she beat Jameson at his own game before someone gets hurt? Or will he leave her soulless, making him the winner, once and for all?

WARNING: contains a wannabe B-rate porn star, an impersonal personal assistant, and the F-word, A LOT. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes. 96,000 words.






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“You started these games,” Jameson reminded her. Tate hiked up her dress a little and

lifted her knee to his desk.

“I didn't realize they'd go on for this long,” she replied, lifting her other knee. She bent 

forward and crawled across the desk towards him. He didn't move.

“They're going to go on for a lot longer,” he warned her. She reached out, putting her 

hand on his knee.

“For how long?” she asked as she slid her hand up his thigh, moving as slow as possible.

“However long it takes you to realize who the winner will always be.”


“Oh, you're done. Time for good girls to go upstairs and show me how bad they can be,”

Jameson told her.

“I don't think there's very much that's good about me anymore,” Tate laughed.

“I think you have no idea what bad really is.”



Degradation is the debut novel from Stylo Fantome, and did she ever knock it out of the park! I was all over the place. Loved it, hated it at times. I got so caught up in the story and before I knew it, the story it had ended. And, DAMN, what an ending it was!
Degradation is the story of Tatum. Tatum cheats on her boyfriend with her sister’s boyfriend. Jameson. She allows herself to be degraded, in fact, she got off on it.
The story continues 7 years later. Tatum is a little bit different but not much. Dropped out of school, and has a friends with benefits and is a self proclaimed slut.
Jameson is evil. Down right evil. He is a man that definitely gets what he wants. All of the time. And he wants Tate. Will he get her?? Who knows? I guess you will have to read the book to find out what happens. J (Insert evil laugh.)
Do yourself a favor and grab this book! I can’t wait to read more from Stylo.
5 Stars!






Indie author, writing anything that pops into my head ... which happens to usually be kinda crazy and a lot dirty. Working out of an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up





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~Release Day Blitz~ Your Little Secret by Kirsty-Anne Still & Bethan Cooper


Title: 
Your Little Secret
Authors:
 Kirsty-Anne Still & Bethan Cooper
Release Date: 
Aug 15, 2014 Find on Goodreads







Amber Watson thought she knew what she wanted in life – a house that didn’t have creaky stairs and leaky taps; a home with the perfect guy and an undying love that stole her breath away.
Between her boyfriend, Connor, and her best friend, Ethan, she thought she had the perfect life and the perfect future only a heartbeat away.
That is until abandonment and need begin to overwhelm her.
When Connor takes a job in London, Amber finds herself slipping at his lack of contact and the uneasy feeling that he’s hiding more from her than he says.
With the help of Ethan she not only finds herself, but finds the flame she has always held for her best friend coming to life.
Amber never expected to fall into a love triangle, but soon finds herself in a fight between her love for Connor, and the undying love she has for Ethan.
What happens when Connor’s little secret is found out, Ethan’s secret leaves Amber abandoned once again, and Amber’s secret eats away at her?







Waking with a jolt, Amber lay with her heart racing, trying to make an escape from its caged captivity. She felt a hand run around her side; it had been so long since she felt anything remotely close to it and she had woken terrified for a moment.
The moment she saw Ethan sound asleep before her, she smiled sleepily, loving the sight of him. She wanted it to be like this forever. She wanted to always wake up to this sight, to always feel this adorned in love. The feeling of impending doom was slowly building in her and she panicked that this moment wouldn’t last long.
Swallowing hard, she squashed that notion and revelled in the early morning sight before her. After last night, this was pure, unadulterated heaven bestowed upon her.
Reaching out to him, she had to touch him. She had to make sure this wasn’t a mirage, a beautiful hallucination as a result of one too many birthday cocktails. When her fingertips grazed across his soft cheek, she let out the breath she had been holding onto and felt her eyes water. It really happened. It finally happened and he was still here with her the morning after.
In the quietness, she drank in the sight of Ethan and didn’t move more than her arm. Pulling away from him, he mumbled something in his sleep and took his hand off of her side to grab her leaving hand. He kissed her knuckles and settled back into her slumber.
Amber sighed. How could this be any more perfect?
"Amber!" Connor's voice floated up the stairs. His voice was followed by the slamming of the door, the house shaking in effect and shattering Amber’s blissful state along with it.
Feeling her eyes widen, Amber couldn't believe Ethan continued to sleep. Well, they had sex a fair few times, but that didn’t mean anything. She was awake and watching the room close in on her as she heard the first creaky step of the stairs sound out. With just that noise, panic rose like bile in her throat. Fuck, she wasn’t in heaven anymore. This was rapidly turning into a massive mess. Shaking Ethan awake, she covered his mouth to shut him up, his eyes looking at her in horror and she shushed him.
"Connor's out there," she whispered barely audibly, the panic shining beautifully in her eyes. "I need to go to him. I'll distract him so you can leave." She looked at him sympathetically and kissed him on the lips purposefully. Her heart was sealed now. It was pumping a delightful beat in Ethan's hands now. She just prayed he knew that. "I'm sorry. I will sort this."
He watched her jump up, dress in her crinkled pyjamas and head for the door.
Turning back to him, she looked saddened suddenly. “I really do love you, Ethan.” It was all she said before leaving entirely and closing it behind her to keep his presence unknown to Connor. Taking the moment slowly, he could hear Connor getting closer to her, but Ethan dressed himself as quietly as possible. Ignoring the pounding of his own heart. He even tried to deny the feeling of his own wounds cracking open again across the surface of his heart. Once he was fully clothed he looked around for somewhere to hide. There was nowhere, and he knew he had one escape route and very little time.
Opening the window, Ethan clambered out, holding on tightly. As the door began to open he froze and he was glad he had as the conversation took a new turn and Connor stood blocking the gap with his back. Ethan held on as he listened to the conversation. He clung onto the windowsill allowing curiosity to grip him and ultimately weaken him.
"I can't wait. I thought I could but I can't," Connor spoke up, releasing the door handle and reaching into his pocket. "Will you marry me, Amber Watson?" Connor's voice resonated up the stairway and into every room in this house.
Ethan didn't stand a chance to hear the response as his palms became slick with sweat and he lost his grip entirely. He fell from the terrace on the house and onto the bush below with a painful impact. As he lay there winded he didn't know what hurt him more - his heart or his body.









Kirsty-Anne Still –


I used to be just another Fanfiction writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work. And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to publish something!
But I’m glad I did!! I never imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never imagined I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the inspiration when it hits?
I love writing, it’s a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the control to make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive one. It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud of.
As much as I complain, I love the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I least expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate times and drive me totally crazy!!
For now I split my life between writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with children. 



Bethan Cooper –


Bethan Cooper spends her days working 8 hours at a well-known restaurant and yawning - a lot.
But her vulnerability behind the uniform is her writing, having been obsessed with writing short stories and song lyrics from her teens, she has finally put pen to paper and started a novel.
She is married to the love of her life, who she met when she was seventeen.
So writing romance is a must for her, especially lots of kissing and people surrounded by love, as it is after all, the best human emotion.








~Blog Tour & Review~ Wicked Innocence by Missy Johnson

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Wicked Innocence by Missy Johnson
Publication Date: August 4, 2014


Tour: Wicked Innocence by Missy Johnson

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 Don’t let my petite and innocent appearance fool you, because I’m one person you don’t want to cross. I’m Micah, the youngest member of Resurrection…If only they knew how young. My fake ID says I’m twenty-one.
And I will be…in four years.
What can I say? I blossomed early. Home sucked, so I left, determined to do something with my life.
Landing the gig as lead vocalist in the band was a dream come true. I’ve worked hard to make something of myself and nothing is going to ruin that for me.
Then He showed up.
He’s hot as hell and so into me. But he’s also twenty-five.
I don’t want to lie to him, but if the truth comes out I’ll lose everything, including him.






We first run into Mikayla at 14 desperately needing a way to get away from life as she knows it. She happens to get the chance to buy a new identity, becomes Micah, and instantly becomes 18.  She packs up and leaves for the city taking on a waitressing job to get her through.  Micah is a balls out kind of girl and takes no BS from anyone, then at 21 (or at least according to her license) she lands an audition for the band Resurrection and meets Saxon Waite.
Saxon is an ex bad boy rocker who is managing his cousins band. His rise to fame at an early age gave him the ability to abuse substances and ended up ruining his and others careers. He has been laying low attempting to turn his life around. The draw between Sax and Micah is instant but he fights his feelings for her dwelling on their age differences as he is 27 and she is 21 (or so he thinks!)
I love Missy’s books! She has the uncanny ability to draw you into the story and hold you hostage, not that I am complaining in the least. I was happy to be sucked into Micah and Sax’s world it was fun, the characters all worked together well, the story as usual was wonderfully written, and I am glad this was a rocker book as I have a slight addiction to them, and wasn’t ripping my heart out like her last book Out of Reach (it was an amazing book!!).
I’m giving Wicked Innocence 5 Sparkling Stars.







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Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).
When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.







*Cover Reveal* Rock Addiction by Nalini Singh


COVER REVEAL:  
Rock Addiction (A Rock Kiss Novel)
By Nalini Singh
RELEASE DATE: September 9th, 2014

Synopsis

A bad boy wrapped in a sexy, muscled, grown-up package might be worth a little risk…

Molly Webster has always followed the rules. After an ugly scandal tore apart her childhood and made her the focus of the media’s harsh spotlight, she vowed to live an ordinary life. No fame. No impropriety. No pain. Then she meets Zachary Fox, a tattooed bad boy rocker with a voice like whiskey and sin, and a touch that could become an addiction.

A one-night stand with the hottest rock star on the planet, that’s all it was meant to be…

Fox promises scorching heat and dangerous pleasure, coaxing Molly to extend their one-night stand into a one-month fling. After that, he’ll be gone forever, his life never again intersecting with her own. Sex and sin and sensual indulgence, all with an expiration date. No ties, no regrets. Too late, Molly realizes it isn’t only her body that’s become addicted to Fox, but her heart…



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NEW YORK TIMES AND USA Today bestselling author of the Psy-Changeling and Guild Hunter series Nalini Singh usually writes about hot shapeshifters and dangerous angels. This time around, she decided to write about a hot and wickedly tempting rock star. If you’re seeing a theme here, you’re not wrong.

Nalini lives and works in beautiful New Zealand, and is passionate about writing. If you’d like to explore her other books, you can find lots of excerpts on her website. Slave to Sensation is the first book in the Psy-Changeling series, while Angels’ Blood is the first book in the Guild Hunter series. Once Rock Addiction is out, swing by the site to check out the special behind-the-scenes page, complete with photos of many of the locations used in the book.

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~Blog Tour & Review~ Strip Teaser by Ava Manello


Strip Teaser (Naked Night's #1)
By Ava Manello
Genre:  Erotic, Humour
Cover Designer: Margreet Asselbergs




When investigative reporter Sally Evans receives her latest assignment to uncover the naked truth, she gets more than she bargained for. Eight weeks on tour with the Naked Nights male stripper troupe to expose all their dirty secrets, is this serious reporter's worst nightmare. She'd rather a man keep his clothes on. For Sally, sex is only a consideration if it happens in the dark, not that she can remember the last time she had a reason to turn the lights off. With over-eager, over-sexed female fans in abundance and baby oil by the gallon, the guys are looking forward to some fun.... Sally's inhibitions are not.













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Prologue Alex She gives me a look of warning as I leave the stage and head in her direction. Unlike the rest of the women on the front row, Sally’s the only one not trying to attract my attention and screaming at me to pick them. The look changes to one of resigned acceptance as I take her hand and she reluctantly follows me back to the stage.  There’s something about Sally that draws me to her. She’s real for a start, not like the plastic Barbie dolls that normally show up for our performances. Eric will be pissed that I've picked her; he wants us to go for the loud, raucous girls that add to our performance, not a quiet girl like Sally. As far as I know this is the first time she's watched the performance from out front; she's hidden backstage the other nights. Eric wanted her to experience the show the same way the audience do. Well now she's going to get the full experience. I guide her to the chair that's front and center of the stage. She sits primly, knees drawn together. I make a show of taking off my grey silk tie, slowly. The audience goes wild for the tie. Eric says it reminds them of Christian Grey, not that I knew who he was before I choreographed this routine, but it always gets a reaction. I unbutton my white shirt, one button at a time, drawing it out and letting my shirt hang open. The audience screams at the sight of my barely revealed abs. I ease the tie through my hands slowly, almost caressing it, before gently drawing it sensuously across her face. I cover her eyes with the tie, securing it loosely at the back of her head. Moving in front of her, my back to the audience, I pretend to thrust my groin into her face. At the same time I lower the shirt down my back, revealing my strong shoulders inch by inch. Once it's off I ball it up, tossing it carelessly into the wings.  I turn to the audience, grinning and holding out the bottle of baby oil I just picked up. I make an elaborate show of the bottle and they scream in appreciation. I take one of Sally's hands in mine. It fits perfectly. Turning her hand so it's flat, palm up, I pour some of the oil into it, and then rub both her hands together. I move to stand in front of her, facing the audience, thrusting my groin at them. They scream. "Off. Off. Off." They're predictable after all. I take tiny steps backward until my legs are either side of Sally's, and then slowly lower myself into her lap. The blindfold heightens her senses, she may not be able to see me but she can feel me. She still utters a little murmur of surprise as I hover just above her lap. I reach behind me for her hands, bringing them round the front of my chiseled abs, and slowly, oh so slowly, I use her hands to rub the baby oil onto my chest. The lights glisten on the oil, making my upper body appear even more toned. "Just imagine your hands are mine." I whisper to her.  I do this performance nearly every night, I've had hundreds of women run their hands over me, but tonight something's different. Shit. This is actually arousing me. Do I show her what she's doing to me? I move her hands lower, slowly teasing the audience who encourage me with vulgar catcalls. "Get his cock out!" one girl screeches from the front row. The tempo of the music increases, becoming more sensual as I trace the V leading to the top of my waistband with her hands. Eric allows us to decide just how far we go with this part of the act. Normally I stop here. Not tonight. I guide her hands to the belt buckle; she understands and releases the clasp. Next I guide her to draw the belt out, all our movements slow and sensual. I take the freed belt from her hand and throw it behind us on the stage. I reach for her hand again to release the button on my trousers. I hear the indrawn breath as she realizes this isn't quite the regular performance; one hand being drawn inside my waistband as the other releases the zipper. I want to tell her to touch me, that my cock won't bite her, but that kind of talk doesn't seem right with Sally. She’s got too much class for that. I use her hand to caress my length. Fuck. That feels so good through my boxers. I want this to be real, not an act. Her grip tightens gently, as much as I want to continue this, I can't. The audience are egging her on, even more crude language spouting from their over glossed lips. I stand quickly, startling Sally. Turning to face her I lower the waistband of my jeans an inch. On cue the screaming raises in volume. Another inch. Now they're shouting for me to “get em off” and to "get your cock out” My trousers are level with my boxers now, and I lower them both, inch by slow, teasing inch, until half of my arse is on display. I move a few steps closer to Sally, my groin level with her face. I grind a few times, stopping a whisper away from her lips. Oh God. The thought of those lips caressing my cock. I draw in a deep breath, calming my wayward thoughts. I'm desperately trying to get my head back into that neutral zone I use for performances. I torment the audience a little more, pulling my trousers back up. Snap. I release them instantly, tossing them aside, and the screaming grows even more raucous if that were possible. Still facing Sally I pick up a towel. Holding it in front of me with one hand, I lower my boxers with the other. They fall, pooled around my feet. The screaming continues.  I step closer to Sally, the towel the only thing between her and me right now. I take one hand, placing it on an arse cheek, then repeat the action with her other hand. She understands what's needed and gently massages me. My cock gets even harder. At this point I'm supposed to thrust my towel-clad cock into her face. I can't. That feels wrong with Sally. I grind my hips, simulating the thrust, all the time wishing I could feel those perfect lips caressing me. I try to bring my mental state down from highly aroused to stage aroused; yes there's a difference.  I draw one of Sally's hands round to my front, placing it on my cock, holding the towel in place. The shock always makes them pull their hand back, well normally. There was one over eager fan who had a good grope the other night before releasing the towel. Sally performs as expected, pulling back her hand and allowing the towel to fall. The audience noise level is through the roof. One more hip thrust to finish off the performance, then I dramatically release Sally's blindfold. Her eyes go wide, and a smile lights up her face before she laughs out loud. I turn to the audience; hands raised high, thrusting my hips towards them, along with my cock, still hidden in a Union Jack sock. I get a standing ovation. I guide Sally back to her seat in the audience and thank her. The girls either side of her immediately begin calling her a lucky cow and asking what it was like. As I move back to the stage I don't miss the look in her eyes. I'm in for a shit load of trouble after the show, that's for sure. You know what? It was totally worth it.






This book was not at all what I was expecting. I mean, come on, with a title like Strip Teaser, how can you not expect lots of stripping, raunchy, sex.
Sally, is a reporter that gets sent out on an assignment to do a story on a group of male strippers. She is none too excited to join this group on the road, but her point of view quickly alters.
Alex is one of the dancers. All of the other men seem to think that he is gay. He is attracted to Sally but refuses to act on it, due to the fact that they both have jobs to do in close proximity.
Sally and Alex have amazing chemistry, and this story has you completely rooting for them to get together! Ava Manello definitely writes a good story. Very in depth and detailed. She pulls you into the story like any great story teller, and makes you feel like you are a watching as the story unfolds. I can’t wait to read more!

5 Stars!














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