October 12, 2015

★★★Dirty English, Ilsa Madden-Mills RDB★★★

Meet Declan and Elizabeth in Ilsa Madden-Mills
new fighter romance!


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**Dirty English is a modern love story inspired by Pride and Prejudice**

A scarred fighter.

A girl with rules.

One night of unbridled passion.

There are three things you need to know about Elizabeth Bennett: she’s smart as a whip, always in control, and lives by a set of carefully crafted rules. She’s learned the hard way that people you love the most always hurt you in the end.

But then she meets Declan Blay, the new neighbor at her apartment complex.

A tattooed British street fighter, he’s the campus bad boy she’s supposed to avoid, but when he saves her from a frat party gone bad, all her rules about sex and love fly out the window.

She gives him one night of unbridled passion, but he longs for more.

With only a cardboard-thin wall separating their bedrooms, he dreams of possessing the vulnerable girl next door forever.

One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.

    What do you do when the world that you know is no longer safe? What do you do when your heart that was once open closes in on itself? What happens when a fateful night destroys everything good? For Elizabeth Bennett, you find it in yourself to move on. You move on with your two best friends and continue life making sure to not ever let your heart get close to another person again and continue along in a self- imposed prison.  Well her plan which has been strong for 2 years gets shot down when Elizabeth Bennett first lays eyes on Declan Blay at a college frat party. A place where Elizabeth never frequents. Alcohol is a trigger. Declan Blay is also a trigger.
The campus sexiest man. One half twin to Dax and originally from the UK.  He’s Dirty English. The man who uses his fists to pave the way to a life he dreams of. The man who can quote classic literature that would bring any woman to her knees. Declan, who has scars that run deep and parallel to fresh ones. Vows to never lose his focus again. Well that plan is also shot down when he sees Elizabeth. The unicorn…

Here would be the time I say that I loved this book!! (insert heart emoji)

    Ilsa has gone and done it again and providing her readers with another reason to want to read her books. Another reason to stalk her in asking, “Are we getting more?” Another reason to love getting dropped off into another world. Sometimes I read books fast, I didn’t do that with Dirty English. I made myself take my time. I wanted to be completely in each of the characters’ lives. I told one of my friends why I was taking a different pace was so that I could breathe every nuance to this story. Feel the feels and savor the deliciousness of Declan Blay. He’s my Mr. Darcy. He is also Elizabeth’s Mr. Darcy but thoughts like that will get her hurt. Thoughts like that might break her resolve to get close to anyone. The chemistry is there, the sparks are there but the best thing for Elizabeth and Declan is to keep a distance. Or so they fight against. Keeping a distance is hard being they are next door neighbors and have the same class.

    Get ready for one sexy, surprisingly sweet at times story that takes you from the darkness into the light; from sad to happy in a modern day Pride and Prejudice with a twist. Watch how the story unfolds as these two find a way to be content with themselves and stronger than how they were used to be.  I am sure you will not be disappointed in reading Dirty English and I can’t wait for more! There will be more, right Ilsa?? 
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** Blogger Note- I received an advanced readers copy with the promise to share my experience. 

New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She's addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she's a Gemini), Sephora make-up, and tattoos.

She has a degree in English and a Master's in Education.

When she's not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi.


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{{Release Blitz & Review}} Imperfect by Cherry Shephard, Blaze of Glory Book 1

Author: Cherry Shephard

Title: Imperfect

Series: Blaze of Glory

Release Date: October 21, 2015

US Special Forces, Staff Sergeant Ethan Stone, lives by one mantra “fight or die”. 
The army is his life, his men are his family. So when an injury sends him home from Afghanistan, the nightmares of what he’s witnessed, can no longer be kept at bay. The alcohol he drowns himself in every night only sinks him further into depression’s abyss.
Waking after one of his benders, Stone is greeted by a tiny, knife wielding firecracker and one destroyed bar. 

Saddles, was meant to be her escape. A new start away from an abusive relationship and a way to fulfill her daddy’s dying wish. But all the bar has brought Shannon is debt collectors and pushy buyers threatening to destroy her. And to top all that off one drunken, gorgeous idiot.

The last thing she needed was a handsome, angry ex-soldier to distract her.

All he wanted, was to pay for the damages. But when she refuses there is only one thing he can do. But when a familiar face from his past changes everything, can they learn to work together?

Will they find salvation in each other’s arms?

She turns over in bed and I look at her, expecting to see regret in her eyes. Instead, I see understanding. This woman, this . . . angel, has come to me in my greatest time of need. I swallow past a sudden lump in my throat, too overcome with emotion to speak. She doesn’t say anything but leans over to kiss my cheek. I turn my head at the last second, capturing her lips with my own. This kiss is different, though; it’s softer, gentler. I nibble lightly on her bottom lip and feel her smile. Her hand travels down my chest to the waistband of my jeans but instead of pulling them off like I expect, her hand disappears beneath my shirt. I tense, not ready for her to see that vulnerable side of me. I’m too scarred; she’s going to take one look at my body and run. I grab her hand and pull it out of my shirt, but she’s felt them. The scars. I can see the horror on her face. She’s going to leave. I brace myself for the rejection I know is coming… But it doesn’t. I flinch as she pushes my shirt up, exposing my scars to her gaze. The light from the lamp casts our shadows on the wall, and I choose to look at that rather than the horror on her face. She’s silent. Too silent. What the hell is she thinking? I risk a glance, and my heart almost stops beating from what I see. Tears. She’s fucking crying. For me. “I’m sorry,” she cries, wiping away her tears. I want to fucking laugh. She’s crying for me, and apologizing for doing it. “Don’t.” I smile, leaning up and capturing her hand in my own. I press my lips against it, tasting the slightly salty tang of her tears on her fingers. “Why are you crying?” “Look at what they did to you,” she whispers through her tears. “Keets told me you were captured, but he never told me this.” Keets told her? I should be angry, but I guess a part of me is glad she knew. It would explain why she didn’t run the second she saw the scars. “Will you tell me?” she asks, but I shake my head. I can’t do it. She’s opened a part of my heart tonight that I thought would lie dormant forever. But this, this past that I come from, this weight that I carry . . . it’s mine. I can’t burden her with it. She understands. I don’t even have to say anything. I swallow past another lump in my throat as she kisses the long, jagged scar on my ribs. I have a tattoo there, covering the worst of it. I’m covered in tattoos, actually, most of them on my chest and arms. All designed to hide the imperfect body that lies beneath them. But she makes it bearable. Her kiss is soft, fleeting. Not enough, though. Never enough. This time, when she tries to take my shirt off, I let her. This time, we make love. It’s gentle, slower. I want to show her the same kindness she’s shown me. She takes me to heights far beyond my fear and insecurities. This time, I make love to her as Ethan, the man . . . not Stone, the injured soldier.

If you are a fan of second chances or redemption stories like I am, Imperfect by Cherry Shephard is for you!
Shannon has come home to run her Dad’s bar Saddles after his death, in doing so she is hoping to better her own situation after escaping some rough things that have happened to her.
Ethan is a Veteran who suffers from PTSD and the nightmares of the things he has seen while serving. He self-medicates and drowns his demons in alcohol on a daily basis at Saddles where he meets Shannon.
They have a rough start but with time and the help of their friends, their relationship starts. With all the struggles they both face and some surprises here and there can they really build a loving and lasting relationship? To find out the answers you are going to have to snag a copy of your own!!

This was the first book I have read by Cherry and I can definitely tell you it won’t be the last. It was so good, it was emotional and showed the rawness and despair of having to deal with demons of the past. The story flowed well and the characters were easy to connect with, I am giving it 4 stars and it definitely has my one-click recommendation! 

Cherry Shephard loves Jared Leto, that’s no secret.

She also writes beautifully dark erotic romance stories, focusing on honour and redemption. Her men are dark and strong, with just enough vulnerability to make you believe you could save them. Her women are tough, beautiful and can hold their own.
When not writing, Cherry can be found indulging her other obsession, watching horror movies.

Cherry lives in Queensland, Australia, with Mr. S, her three children, three cats, three dogs and 4 hermit crabs.

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"This book was crazy and different, but crazy and different in a good way"
- Alpha Book Club

"The chemistry between Grayson and Willa is combustible"
- A Biblioromance Book Blog

"I will most definitely be one-clicking the entire Ferris Series by T.M. Sullivan!"- A Book Lover's Emporium book blog.

Willa McKenzie thought her life was perfect. Living in Las Vegas, every night she fulfils her dream of singing and dancing as one of the city's most beloved showgirls. Her dreams are shattered by a shocking phonecall about her estrange dying mother. Forced to return to her hometown of Ferris, a town where she never felt happy or alive, she throws her self into chaos.
When Grayson Malloy discovers Willa is back in Ferris, he has no intention of letting her slip away from him again. With a little help from his daughter, they show her what has been missing from her life. Grayson is determined to make her his, to show her that true love does exist. That they can be each other's happy ending, if only she ill trust him.
BUT... What Willa, Grayson and the residents of Ferris soon find out is that someone else has their SIGHTS set on Willa and has no intention of her LIVING forever.


DMOD TM Sullivan

“Grayson you have to stop,” I cry out as I grab onto his shoulders forcefully digging my fingers into him. Unable to stop myself, I wrap one leg around his waist, grinding my crotch against his leg to help ease the delicious ache. With the pulsating slowing down, I slow my breathing. Minutes passed, no movements, no sound came from either of us. I slowly start to come back to myself, embarrassment flowing through me. Please tell me I did not just do that.
“Holy Christ, did you come?” Grayson pulls himself away from my breast. I push my face into his chest and nod. “Fuck me...that was hot,” he breathes into my hair, holding me close in his arms.
“What?” I mumble, raising my head to look in his eyes.
“Willa,” he looks at me and runs a hand through his short hair.
“You came from me sucking and tugging on your tits, you were so turned on, so responsive so…”
“So embarrassed,” I blurt out looking in his eyes.
“Willa,” he began as I try to scramble out from underneath him “Wait, wait.” He pins me to the mattress.
“Grayson, I feel like a complete slut right now. I’ve been home for two minutes. Now here I am in your bed where I had a fricken orgasm…happy?” I’m mortified by my behavior.
“Fuck ya, I am,” he grins, pleased with himself. I fall back onto the bed and cover my face with my arm.
“Baby, look at me.” I look into his eyes.
“Grayson, please can we just not talk about it.”
“Willa, you’re not a slut, okay? We’re not strangers.” I keep my hands over my face.
“Baby, stop hiding,” he pulls my hands away.
“That was the first orgasm I’ve had that wasn’t self-inflicted,” I whisper.
“Fuck me…baby I want to see that so bad right now,” he tells me, lust burning in his eyes. I laugh.
“Grayson, please be serious I’m so embarrassed I mean…I told you that…ugh, God.” Could this get any worse?
“I’m more than serious, Willa, the last thing I want to hear is you being embarrassed. You were with idiots, but Willa, I couldn’t be happier right now. I wish I\d taken my head out of my ass sooner. You would have been in my bed a hell of a lot quicker.” What on earth does that mean?
“Are you aware how fucking sexier you got? Didn’t think that could be possible. Knowing that I’m the only one that will ever pleasure you, makes me horny as hell. I’ll be inside of you, tasting you, knowing where to touch you to get you off. Multiple times because I will make sure of it. Jesus, you sky rocketed off the fucking charts, baby and it was hot as hell.” God, his words are vocal orgasm's, how does he do this?
“I’m sexy?” How is this happening right now, the one man I’ve fantasized for my entire young life has my panties damp. I need to tread carefully with this.
“No, Grayson, this can’t happen. I haven’t been home a day yet. I’m freaking out right now.” Was I that woman? Hopping in his bed and agreeing to be with him. Okay, okay I know he is gorgeous and yes I have loved him forever… shit I have loved him forever. I began to panic.
“Holy shit, Willa, relax, it’s happening, and it’s okay. I’ve wanted you for a long time. When I saw you at the hospital I knew it was time. Time to finally show you how good we could be together. I won’t let you analyze this, so stay out of your head. I promise you, this between us is not bad. Fast? Yes, but not bad.” He pushes me back again and laid on top of me. “God you are so cute, I love that you don’t even know how sexy you are.” Love? Did he say love?
He kisses me hard, deep. His tongue searches for mine in a searing kiss as his hands roam and grope. Our hearts pound from the contact. He feels so good, so right.
“Okay, okay we need to stop.” He sits us back up, causing me to giggle at his frustration.
“Are you hungry? I’m worried that you haven’t eaten.” He looks at me with concern.
“What’s the time?” I ask.
“Eight…you slept for three hours.”
“Gosh I have to get home,” I tell him, jumping out of his bed.
“You’re not going home,” his voice is stern.
“I have to…”
“Willa,” he pulls me close him again.
“I spent three hours curled around your luscious body, felt you, made you cum, and then I find out you haven’t been properly fucked.” I swallow hard. “All this in my bed. If you think you’re leaving, you have another think coming. You will have a nice hot shower, put on one of my shirts, and have something to eat. Lay in my bed curled into me while we both go to sleep and I’ll take you home tomorrow morning…got it?” He is like my hot bath and my black coffee, I was getting sweaty again.
“I could use a shower,” I admit.
“I thought so,” he grins.
Cocky bastard!

I am T.M. Sullivan, and I am a stay at home mom that works from home as a hairstylist, while caring for two beautiful daughters. I am married to an extremely hard-working man who has done nothing but show me support in this venture. Being an avid reader my whole life and enjoying writing when I was younger. I decide to write a story of my own, never did I expect to be in the position I am now.
I love books with a little suspense, love and a whole lot of sexy, demanding men who love hard with their whole heart. Which is why I wrote this one I wanted my men to be every day hardworking men, whether they work in construction, work as a police officer, fireman, even sensual lawyers or business-men, I love them all. My women need to be passionate and strong giving their men a run for their money.
A tiny secret that no one knows, until now: I love stories with an HEA, and cliffhangers kill me. I hate surprises. I'm not kidding; I will read the ending of the book to make sure there is an HEA and if the book is a cliffhanger, I will wait until all the books are out and read them all right after another.
I want to thank anyone who gives my work a chance. I never thought in a million years I would write an entire book on my own, let alone have anyone who chose to read it.