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March 4, 2015



Rock


From the brilliant mind of kendall grey comes the 4th installment of the Hard Rock Harlots Series, ROCK!  Ive been sitting on this review for quite a while, extremely excited for everyone to read it, and it is finally live!!




WARNING: ROCK is a no-holds- (or holes-) barred bisexual, polyamorous lust-fest for the senses. It contains GRAPHIC LANGUAGE and EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEX. This book is not suitable for readers under the age of 18 or anyone expecting a realistic story. A strong stomach, an open mind, and appreciation for over-the-top, egotistical characters are a must. Best read after STRINGS, BEATS, and NOCTURNES.

If you'd asked me to describe myself a couple weeks ago, I'd have told you I'm Letty Fucking Dillinger--The Rock in your cock, the cream in your wet dream, the spunk in your junk.

I had everything a girl could want: A hot rocker boyfriend, fame, a nuclear cooter, a smart phone ... The whole damn world at my feet. I worked my ass off to get where I am, and I have no regrets.

But everything changed when she exploded on the scene with the mother of atomic bombs strapped across her chest. She's beautiful, talented, and holds the key to my future--my life as I know it--in her hands.

I hate her. I fucking hate her. Because she and her merry band of bitches made me do something I've never done before. They made me doubt myself.

Who am I?  
I'm not sure anymore.



My review

If ever there was a doubt that Kendall is a master of her craft, then apparently you havent read Rock.  Her brilliance shines through, on a whole new level, and along with a smutty good time, you get a deep meaningful story that resonates on so many levels.  Kendall gives you a piece of herself in every book, but this one….this one is so much more personal, and I applaud her for doing so.

Letty and the gang of Killer Buzz Float are back in the 4th installment of the Hard Rock Harlots series, Rock.  Something life altering of sorts sets out to throw Letty off her game and she struggles internally and externally to get past it.  She faces these challenges in true Letty fashion, and while she may be down for a second, she gets up, puts her a ss kicking boots on, and takes care of what is standing in her way.
Of course along the way we encounter the antics that we have come to love this band of misfits for, lots of hot action, hilarious moments, and two words.  Birthday. Club.  If you are a fan of the Hard Rock Harlots Series, then you will without a doubt, love ROCK.  It is my belief that it is the best of the series.  Kendall has out done herself.  If you havent picked it up yet, I highly recommend that you do so!  


Also it should be said that Rock needs to be read after you have consumed the first 3 HrH books, Strings, Beats, and Nocturnes.




















Kendall Grey is the self-appointed past, present, and future president of the Authors Behaving Badly Club. A whale warrior and indie freedom fighter, she spends summers in the corner (usually with a dunce cap on her head) and winters hunched at the peak of Mt. Trouble, fiery pens of fury (complete with invisible ink) flying across the pages. She has a big set of cajones, and shes not afraid to use them. In her spare time, Kendall speaks your mind so you dont have to.

Kendall lives off a dirt road near Atlanta, Georgia, but dont hold that against her.

***RELEASE BLITZ***WORK OF ART-The Masterpiece by Ruth Clampett

Work of Art book 3 FINAL
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Has Max, the bad boy of the art world been tamed just as his girlfriend, Ava’s star begins to shine? Anything can happen in Los Angeles, a world where heroes become villains and the rogue saves the day. An unexpected plane ticket leads our heroine to a meeting that will change her life. What happens when what’s most precious to you slips out of your grasp? How fiercely will you fight for the one you love? Join Max and Ava for the dramatic and passionate conclusion to the Work of Art trilogy  
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Hours later, I open my eyes. The room is dark except for the reflection of the outside streetlights giving the sheer curtains on the tall window's platinum glow. It takes a long moment for me to realize where I am and that Max isn’t next to me. In his place are ripples of sheets that have been peeled back. I’ve kicked off the sheets and lie on my side, nude.I hear him breathing…deep and ragged. In the dim light, I see movement. As my vision adjusts, I spy Max sitting in the armchair next to our bed.Gloriously naked, his legs spread and his head leaned against the back of the chair, he slowly strokes himself as he watches me. It’s incredibly erotic, and my desire for him overwhelms me. When our eyes meet, he moans and strokes himself again.The sight of him instantly arouses me, and I lick my lips as his hands move over what’s mine. His cock looks so commanding from this angle, and I want him badly. I look up, my expression burning.Do you mind if I watch?” I whisper in a sleepy voice.You want to watch what you do to me?” He gives me a wicked look.I nod and run my hand over my breasts, circling my nipples.His lips part. “You were moaning in your sleep, Angel. You got me so worked up, and I didn’t want to wake you, so I came over here and imagined what you were dreaming about.”What did you imagine?” I slip one hand between my legs and slowly stroke myself. I notice his fist tighten over his erection.Remember that night in the O’Keeffe Museum? We got so turned on by the art, I had you up against the wall with my cock inside of you.You wanted me so much it made me crazy.”I remember, are you kidding? You were wild.”His eyes roll back as he shudders. It takes him a moment to start speaking again.So, I started imagining us in the room near the back of the Picasso museum. Remember the wide bench?”The leather bench we sat on for a while?”Yes, you’re naked and spread out on that bench, and I’m kissing my way up your thighs to your sweetest spot.”I moan and stroke further into my wetness. “You really like going down on me, don’t you? I mean, you don’t just do it to satisfy me.”You have no idea how much I love it.” He groans and watches me hungrily.So, did you fuck me in the Picasso museum?”He gives me a naughty smile. “Yes, I fucked you, but we haven’t finished yet. You woke up and interrupted my fantasy.”I squint and flash him a wicked smile. “Yes, I’m such a distraction.”What were you dreaming that made you thrash around and moan?”From the steamy look in his eyes, I imagine he wants to know he owns me in sleep too. I pause, pulling the memory out of the folds of my mind. “I dreamt that we were in a room with dark burgundy walls and burning candles around the room. There was no ceiling, just the night sky filled with stars, and I was crouched low on this huge bed, purring like a wild animal.”He leans forward in his chair, and his whole body is tense. I’m beside myself over the way his fist moves with purpose as he listens.What was I doing?” I roll over, get up on all fours and lean down. My sensitive nipples graze the soft white sheets, and I arch my back so that my ass is higher.I move my fingers back to where I’m wet. “You were taking me from behind.”I love the anticipation building as he rises off the chair and approaches the bed. The testosterone in the air intoxicates me. The bed sags and the heat from his thighs warms mine before his strong hands settle on my hips. He pushes into me slowly, so slowly, until I’m beyond full.Ava,” he gasps, as he slowly pulls out again.Yes, just like my dream…You feel so good,” I groan, as he pushes back inside and I grind against him. “Is this better than your fantasy?”There’s no better with you, Angel… ’cause it’s all perfect…”Every…” He pushes into me hard.Fucking…”I brace myself from falling forward as his movements become more forceful.Time.”His heat builds inside me, and he groans before we lose ourselves in the moment. He’s all hardness and passion, strength and command.I submit again and again as my fingers stroke the circle of pleasure closed. When we climax, there’s no breath, no words, just the explosion of our bodies combusting before he falls over me.
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Work of Art- The Inspiration 
Work of Art - The Unveiling 
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Work of Art - The Masterpeice 
  RUTHA 
Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director, Bob Clampett, has spent a lifetime surrounded by art and animation. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, her careers have included graphic design, photography, VP of Design for WB Stores and teaching photography at UCLA. She now runs her own studio as the fine art publisher for Warner Bros. where she’s had the opportunity to know and work with many of the greatest artists in the world of animation and comics. The Work of Art Trilogy is Ruth’s third publishing endeavor, following Animate Me and Mr. 365. She lives in Los Angeles and is heavily supervised by her teenage daughter, lovingly referred to as Snarky, who loves art and visiting museums as much as her mom. 
 Website: http://bit.ly/1FUR5GJ 
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***COVER REVEAL***Closet Confession(Night Shift Dirty Things Happen in the Dark Anthology) by Kindle Alexander

Title:  Closet Confession
Series: Night Shift Dirty Things Happen in the Dark Anthology
Author: Kindle Alexander
Release Date: March 17, 2015
Dr. Derek Babineaux is intelligent, dedicated, and one of the best ER physicians in the fast-paced world of critical care at Tulane Medical in New Orleans. Always on top of his game, he’s thrown off balance when the newest staff member finally unleashes his hidden desires.

Justin Delacroix’s job at the inner city’s busiest hospital might be just what he needs to ease back into civilian life after a long stint in the military. High-preforming shifts make working as a trauma nurse at TMC the perfect way to utilize his skills and quick reaction times. There’s only one problem, his attraction for one sexy ER doctor is off the charts, but he has his reasons for not returning Dr. Baby’s night shift advances. Or maybe he doesn't.



Best Selling, and newly award winning Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next! Happily married with too many children, and dogs, living in the suburbs of Dallas.

Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes can be a tricky deal. I don’t want to offend anyone and humor tends to offend. So instead, I’m going to tell you about Kindle.

I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.

That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you imagine times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have her ripped away so suddenly broke me.

Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon announced their brand new ereader. She had no idea the Kindle was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it...Never happened.

Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to know my writing partner. I would have never gotten through those dark days without her unwavering support and guidance. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. For the first time, I used the hand offered. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her. It takes a special person to stand beside someone at a time like that. I will love her forever. I could go on and on about both of them, but I won’t and now you know a little more About Us.




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**BLOG TOUR STOP** SLOW BURN BY K. BROMBERG



Meet Becks & Haddie in SLOW BURN –
the newest stand alone in the
Driven Series by K. Bromberg! 
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NOW AVAILABLE
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EXCERPT
“Yeah. That’s one way to put it. Is there something else you called for besides trying to stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong?”
I open my mouth and then shut it, unsure how calling him because I just needed to hear his voice has devolved so quickly into this. Into me scrambling for words I can’t find to fix shit that doesn’t need fixing.
Because I don’t want this. Don’t want him.
“Well then, if you want to actually talk instead of pull this ridiculous bullshit, I’m here for you…but Had…? Whatever this is here…this passive aggressive crap? I don’t do too well with that. We had our one night. You made it quite clear you didn’t want anything more than that so you don’t get to call me up and question what I might or might not be doing with anybody else. You want no strings? Then cut the ties…but frankly I don’t think you know what the fuck you want so until you figure your shit out, I think it’s best that we say good night before we make a bad situation even worse.”
 “Wait!” Desperation rings in my voice in the single word. And I hate myself for sounding like this but I’m so lonely, so scared and just want the comfort I know he can bring me right now.
I wait for the sound of the dial tone to assault my ears. Wait for the incessant beep that reaffirms why I have barbed wire wrapped around my heart – painful but necessary. But there is nothing for a few moments until I hear the phone scrape against the stubble on his face.
And I wait…my throat burning with the tears I want to shed but am so sick of. The ones that no longer bring me comfort.
“I’m here, Haddie. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” The timbre of his voice carries his concern and sympathy to me through the line.
The incoherent sound I make is all I can offer in thank you to him for not hanging up on me. For not giving up on me.
 
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 SYNOPSIS
ONE NIGHT. THAT'S ALL IT WAS SUPPOSED  TO BE.
Reeling from the sudden loss of her sister, Haddie Montgomery has sworn off relationships. All she wanted from Beckett Daniels was a sexy distraction to help her escape her pain for just a little while....There weren’t supposed to be any strings attached—so why can’t she shake the memory of that unforgettable night from her thoughts? Or the taste of his kiss from her lips?
No matter how hard Haddie tries to forget about him, Becks relentlessly tries to prove that she should start living for today. But she is determined to avoid romantic commitment, and she can always use her ex-boyfriend’s reappearance to help snuff out the slow burn within her that Becks has sparked....
Or will fate force her to realize that this kind of connection doesn’t come along very often and a chance at love is worth the risk?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K. Bromberg is that reserved woman sitting in the corner who has you all fooled about the wild child inside of her—the one she lets out every time her fingertips touch the computer keyboard.

K. lives in Southern California with her husband and three children. When she needs a break from the daily chaos of her life, you can most likely find her on the treadmill or with Kindle in hand, devouring the pages of a good, saucy book.

On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Her debut novels, Driven, Fueled, and Crashed of The Driven Trilogy were well received and went on to become multi-platform bestsellers as well as landing on the New York Times and USA Today lists. Her other works include a short story, UnRaveled, and a companion piece to The Driven Trilogy titled Raced. She is currently working on three stand alone Driven novels, Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, and Hard Beat. She also plans to release a novel addressing the 10 year gap at the ending of Crashed in late fall 2015
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 EPIC GIVEAWAY
$500 AMAZON GIFT CARD