Review: All The Wrong Moves by Miranda Stowe


By Miranda Stowe

Whispers Publishing (out of business?)
Contemporary Menage
M/F/M Novella


Twice the tempo, twice the protection, twice the pleasure.

When Sin Crawford and Trace Buchannan start their security firm, they have no idea it will lead them back into Caitlyn Pruitt’s life. Cait left Sin when she realized he liked to share his women with his best friend. Now, years later and many life experiences between them, Sin and Trace take on a body guarding gig for pop singing sensation, Astrid, only to realize the young diva has hired Cait to choreograph the dance moves in her next music video.

Not about to lose Cait from their lives again, both men are determined to dish out their best moves this time around to win her over once and for all…as long as they don’t let their target get killed by a dangerous stalker in the progress.


When I first selected this book for review I made a quick glance at the cover and assumed it was m/m—which is what I usually review for Naughty Edition. But a few pages in and I realized, whoa, there’s a chick in this. Well, the writing was clean, well done and enjoyable so I continued and I was glad I did.

The story tells of two best friends, Sin and Trace, who run security and get hired to protect a bratty pop star (think Miley Cyrus). They will go undercover as dancers in the star’s video. The surprise is that the pop star’s dance instructor is Cait…..the woman from their past.

Several years ago Sin was dating Cait, but his best friend Trace was always there, being sexy and distracting. Unable to resist temptation, one night Trace kissed her. When Sin saw it, she thought it would be the end of their relationship but rather than being mad, he wanted to join in. This was too much for Cait to deal with and she ran, leaving both men with broken hearts.

Now back to present day. The two guys not only must protect the pop star from a vengeful stalker, but they also realize that this might be there one and only chance to convince Cait that she has room in her heart and her bed for both of them.

Overall the writing was excellent, the sex appropriately spicy and I thoroughly enjoyed the suspenseful twist at the end. Too often ménage books are lacking in plot, but this one does not disappoint. I won’t give spoilers, but if you are looking for a quick, spicy ménage, pick up ALL THE WRONG MOVES and enjoy.

Overall Enjoyment: 4

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Review: Capture & Surrender (Market Garden #5) by: L.A. Witt and Aleksandr Voinov


Capture and Surrender
Market Garden #5
By L.A. Witt
M/M, Erotic Romance
Riptide Publishing

Blurb: Ever since his partner died, Frank has resigned himself to staying single. He wards off the loneliness by spending time with friends on the paintball field and running his high-end brothel, the Market Garden.

After one of his most lucrative rentboys quits, Frank is thrilled when a gorgeous replacement walks through the door. A former US soldier, Stefan is hot, bold, and perfect for the Market Garden’s clientele, especially those with a thing for camouflage and drill sergeants. He’s perfect for Frank, too, except Frank has a rule about not getting involved with his own rentboys.

During a frisky game of paintball, Stefan makes it clear that he doesn’t care about the rules. Not the rules of the game, and definitely not Frank’s refusal to get involved. He captures Frank on the field using stealth and cunning, and makes it clear that he’ll do anything to keep a hold of him off the field too.

Don’t you just love it when you stumble upon a fabulous book only to realize it’s not a stand-alone, but actually one in a series? I was beyond excited to find out that this gem of a story is book 5 in the Market Garden Universe series.

The Market Garden is a London club that caters to the better-off. Businessmen and bankers come here to relax and indulge in their every whim and fantasy, and Market Garden offers it all in top-shelf quality: threesomes, voyeuristic pleasures, domination, ropes and camo and leather. Men of every stripe, color, and nationality deliver these high-end services—everyone has their reasons to sell sex. And it’s the hottest sex in town.

Be still my beating heart! Now, down to the nitty gritty.

Plot: 5. Ok, I’ll try to do my best and not give away too much. I thought I was walking into an erotica novel and walked out after having read a love story. Yes, a LOVE story. Frank, the owner of Market Garden, has vowed to stay out of relationships since losing the love of his life and most certainly isn’t screwing around with one of his employees. Until, Stefan walks in. Stefan is an ex-US soldier, 100% alpha male, the hottest new employee at Market Garden and he’s gunning hard for Frank. Things heat up when Frank asks Stefan to join him and some of his buddies in a kinky game of paintball. This story is about more than a few guys capturing each other and playing “Dirty Prisoner of War” on the field. It’s about wanting something so bad, finding out it will never be the way you want it to be and having to either walk away or create something different altogether. The story touches on sensitive subject matters and handles them with great care. I was very emotional reading this book and will admit that I shed a few tears over it.

Sex: 5. Hot. Hot. Hot. I mean c’mon the book is about a pimp and a male hooker. Of course it’s going to be hot. The “Dirty Prisoner of War” games that were played on the field were super hot and really scratches the voyeuristic itch. There are some really intense scenes that are not just erotic, but I’m going to say are damn romantic. Seriously, they were and were described in amazingly graphic detail. Yummy!

Overall: 5. Three words —I loved it. I really can’t say a whole lot more than that. It was written perfectly, amazing plot and hot sex. I read this book a couple of days ago and I’m still on a little bit of book high from it. It really touched me and that is what tips the book from the Good Read category to the Great Read category. While this book can be read as a stand alone, do not miss out on this book or any of the others in the series.

Quid Pro Quo (Market Garden, #1), Take It Off (Market Garden, #2), If It Flies (Market Garden, #3), It Fornicates (Market Garden #4) and Capture & Surrender (Market Garden #5).

Holiday Party Blog Hop: Layers Deep by Lacey Silks

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by Lacey Silks



He needs her to save a friend.
She needs him to plan her revenge.
Their pasts scar them Layers Deep.
Their passion distracts them…
…and distractions can be fatal.

Tristan Cross is battling emotional demons from the past. He lives in a world where trust is earned, loyalties are tested, and love is impossible. That is, until he meets Allie Green. She’s the only woman who can help him find a kidnapped friend and to top it off, she captivates him. All he has to do now is persuade her to work for Cross Enterprises, his top investigations firm.

Allie Green is a rookie cop seeking revenge and she’s willing to sell her soul to get it. With an opportunity to use Tristan Cross’s resources Allie calculates her time for payback. As vengeance boils her blood she can’t keep her mind off her new boss and Allie finds it difficult to keep her employment professional. With the mouth watering Tristan Cross distracting her, she struggles to prioritize an undercover job she’s been assigned and her hunger for revenge.

And when you’re ready to give up your life to save someone else, distractions can be fatal.

Note: This book is the first part of a Trilogy that is designed to be read in order. Tristan and Allie will get their happy ending but not until book 2 and 3. This book contains a cliff hanger ending you will not expect. A prequel to the series which can be read alone is Dazzled by Silver.



“Don’t cover up that beautiful body of yours.” He sat up stretching. The sheets fell to the floor, but he didn’t seem to care that his erection stood high; in fact, he seemed pretty happy to see me.

And he’d called me “beautiful” again.

“I need to shower and hand in my resignation.”

“The shower’s that way.” He pointed to the en-suite. “Trust me. Allie, you don’t want to go out with the clothes you had on yesterday.” Tristan strolled toward me like a predator. And now I was sure he was happy to see me.

“These are the only clothes I have.” I heard a slight vibration in my voice. This had never happened to me. He had changed me from a fierce lioness out on the street who didn’t care how she looked to a smitten kitten in bed. Even when I’d had sex before, I’d never let my guard down the way I could with Tristan. Last night, I’d let go of every last thought and worry. I’d forgotten about work and my life, and the revenge I sought no longer loomed in my mind. Tristan had taken care of Wright for me.

So why was I so nervous this morning? We were two consenting adults who’d just had mind-blowing sex. There was nothing wrong with what we did, except for the fact that the tingling between my legs increased with each step Tristan took toward me. I wanted more. My body needed more. And he was the only one who could satisfy the yearning inside me. But it was supposed to be a one-time fuck, so I could concentrate on the job—so that Tristan could be my employer without crossing the ‘sexual harassment’ line. With Tristan only a foot away, and his steaming body breathing in tandem with mine, I couldn’t escape. And I didn’t want to escape. The pull was too strong. I felt my clothes slip out of my grip. Or perhaps I dropped them?

“Do you want to fuck again, Allie?”


He released a deep growl from the back of his throat and beckoned me with his index finger. The evil grin on his face was full of promises. My insides boiled as the ravenous kitten readied to shift back to a lioness. I stepped forward and took his face into my hands, tasting his mouth. Tristan lifted me up into his arms and held my naked ass. My arms slid to his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist. His fingers dug feverishly into my skin as he carried me to the bathroom, straight into the shower.

My back pressed against the cold marble tile. I uncoiled my legs, never letting go of his mouth. My hands and fingers roamed his tussled hair, pulling slightly. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of his taste.

“I won’t let you leave,” he said in between the kisses as he turned on the water.

“Ahh!” The first hit of cold stream assaulted my skin, and goose bumps covered my body.

Tristan laughed, connecting with every inch of my front, his hardness squeezed against my belly, and I forgot about the frigid water, which slowly began to warm up.

But he wasn’t laughing at me; it was a joyful response to my reaction to the cold water. Whatever worries he’d carried with him last night when he picked me up on the street had disappeared as well, his mission to save Kendra temporarily postponed. I wondered what she’d meant to him. Was she family? Perhaps a close friend? Has someone hired him to find her?

He pulled away and squirted shampoo from the compartment on the wall into his hands. The steam began to rise. He ran his hands over my wet hair, gently massaging my scalp. I imagined the ton of hairspray running down my back and couldn’t have been more grateful for the sensual wash.

“I must look awful,” I said through the water and soap cascading down my face.

“You look beautiful, Allie.” His lips gently touched mine and he continued to wash me. I held onto his arms, and his muscles ripened underneath my fingers when he moved. The hum of his breath vibrating off the water flowing down my face tantalized me. He squeezed more soap and kissed my shoulders and neck, and then slowly lowered his hands to my chest, caressing each breast with his slicked hands. When his hand slid down my belly and to my sex, I held my breath. Gosh, how good his hand felt on me down there! Tristan was so caring and thorough.

“Are you wet for me, Allie, or is this just the water?”

“For you.”

“For me what, Allie?”

I loved the way he’d said my name so often. Like I was the only one on his mind.

“I’m wet for you, Tristan.” The words that left my mouth were not my own. I’d never been so open to a man, letting him control the way I moved and what I said. As a fierce cop out on the street, I kept up a barrier, hiding my emotions. The shield protected me. But Tristan took away all my inhibitions and changed me. He brought out the woman in me who hid behind the protective shield of a cop.

“What do you want me to do about it?” he asked.

I wanted to say how much I needed him to fuck me. I wanted to forget who I was and my responsibilities for a while longer, but instead of the devil which usually taunted me, someone else stepped on my shoulder, the other shoulder. My conscience. My fucking conscience decided to show up now, and I hesitated. I shut my eyes, feeling the words slip from the tip of my tongue to the back of my throat.

“How are we going to make this work?” I asked. “You’re supposed to be my employer.”

“Fun now, work later. You probably think I do this all the time, that women like you show up in my life every day, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.” His hot hands left my body. Tristan’s eyes hardened. I could tell he wanted to share something with me, but he wavered.

Water flowed down my back.

“What is the truth?”

“I—I’ve been locked up in here.” He touched his left pec, just beneath his heart. “And you make me forget about… about everything. You’re so beautiful, Allie.”

Tristan brushed his hand across my face.

I lifted my palm to his heart and drew my finger across a white scar I had noticed before. He sucked in a quick breath, tightening his lips as if I’d burned him. The scar meant more to Tristan than I had thought. It wasn’t just an accident in a fight. The jab he’d received was deliberate. I could still see the pain in his eyes. His external scar pained him the same way my deep wounds traumatized me.

I lowered my hand to down the valley between his abs, curving my palm around his shaft. He closed his eyes and I whispered, “I need you to fuck me, Tristan.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”


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Holiday Party Blog Hop: The Novice (Sexy as Hell #1) by Harlem Dae

The Novice by Harlem Dae


London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of new desires.

My journey to hell started with a decaf coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.

One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette.

She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.

Her world.

Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.

And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I wasn’t vanilla. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.

Please note The Novice is book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy which is best read in order. At the end of The Novice you will find the first 3 chapters of the next book, The Player, available for your enjoyment.


I sighed then sipped my coffee,
wondering what on earth was the matter with me. Perhaps this game with Victor
was dragging me down. If that was the case, I couldn’t wait for it to be over.
I stared into space, working out what to show him next. There were the
Swedes—mustn’t forget those—but maybe they’d be better off left for the finale.
God, that would give him a last visual to remember his time with me by. I could
only hope he learned from what I was teaching him and didn’t file it in the
back of his mind. What a waste if he didn’t use it with future women, either as
a sub or having a go at domination himself. When he’d got going last night he’d
given off an unstoppable energy. It was muted assertiveness yes, but I was
pretty sure it was there.
Bile rose into my throat.
Was I coming down with something? That would be all I’d need, being sick smack
bang in the middle of a bet. I breathed deeply, waiting for a slash of nausea
to strike, but nothing came. Maybe the milk in the coffee wasn’t as fresh as it
could be. I shrugged, once again studying the men in the coffee shop. One of
them, nice-looking and hair much like Victor’s, greying a bit at the temples
but not quite as long at the back as his, was typing steadfastly on his laptop.
I wondered what he did for a living that meant he spent his coffee break
working. Or perhaps he wasn’t working at all. He might well be firing off saucy
emails to a woman who read them while frigging her clit. Would Victor be up for
something like that?
I wasn’t about to wait to find out. I reached into my bag and pulled out my
phone. Having stored his email address in my mind, I tapped the icon for my
mail app and typed it in, taking a moment to think on what to put. In the
subject line I typed CAN YOU WALK PROPERLY TODAY? then proceeded with the main

Dear Mr Doesn’t-Know-It-All-But-Knows-A-Bit-More-Than-Before,
I hope this email finds you in good spirits. How is your arse? Sore? I imagine
it is. Mine isn’t, just in case you were wondering. I have a blissful kind of
ache going on down there, and every time I move I think of you with your cock
inside me. I have to admit, I’m wondering how that cock would feel in my cunt
again, but we have plenty of time for me to find out, don’t we?
Now, about tonight. I doubt your back hole is up for any more invasions just
yet, so I thought us watching a performance might be the best way to go.
There’s an act you haven’t seen yet—The Harlequin; you’ll see why when you get
there—and it will show you a thing or two.
8 o’clock sharp at Eden Street. If you don’t turn up
this time…well, it’d be pointless if you didn’t. You know damn well I’ll only
come and find you and do what I have in mind anyway. And you’ll enjoy it, I
By the way, I’m enjoying a lovely coffee. Isn’t it about time you took a break?
Mistress Z

I smiled as I hit SEND, imagining his mail alarm tinkling, him opening his
email browser thinking it was a client or one of his staff, only to find little
old me had barged into his inbox. I wanted to barge into his inbox for real, but
like I’d said to him, I didn’t think his arse could take another invasion so
I sipped and gazed around while waiting for his response. If he didn’t send one
immediately, then that was all right. He might be busy drawing or in a meeting
or something. I hoped he wasn’t—hoped he was at his desk, bored and waiting for
a decent distraction. Did he ever get bored at work, what with all those
important projects to be getting on with?
My phone gave a solitary blip, and I looked down to see a number one in the
corner of my mail icon. Excited, and wanting to laugh so loud it made people
stare, I opened my mail.

Dear Mistress Z,
You are so naughty, emailing me like this. What did I tell you last night? I’m
a busy man—too busy to be having filthy email conversations with you. Too busy
to take a bloody break.
Yes, I’ll be at Eden Street at 8, not because you ordered me there but because
I want to see The Harlequin. I enjoy a good show—perhaps you’d like me to take
you to one of my kind some day? And yes, my arse is sore, thank you very much.
Mr Won’t-Take-Any-More-Orders-For-The-Rest-Of-The-Day

Ha! So he wasn’t so busy that he didn’t have time to respond. And as for not
taking any more orders…he’d be taking them tonight.

Dear Mr I’m-Too-Busy-For-My-Mistress-Who-Likes-To-Put-Things-Up-My-Arse,
Thank you so much for your prompt response, despite being a very busy man. I
appreciate you finding the time to squeeze me into your hectic schedule. I
should be flattered. However, there’s always time for a bit of slap and tickle,
and I aim to show you that all work and no play might make Victor a very dull
man. And it had made you dull, hadn’t it? Admit it. When was the last time you
had fun before you met me? Lighten up a little.
If you have a client sitting opposite your desk—and I can’t imagine you being
so rude as to write filth to me if you did; again, not enough balls—or you have
someone in your office, or perhaps you’re in someone else’s office and
answering mail on your phone, just imagine what they’d think if they knew what
we were talking about. Don’t you think it makes for an interesting deviance
from your usual boring day? What a secret to have, sending raunchy messages to
a woman when no one else knows.
What a secret to have when a woman emails you saying she’d like nothing more
than to pay you a visit, yank down your trousers, and stuff your very hard cock
into her mouth.
And you are hard, aren’t you?
Mistress Z

I sent the message and smiled. I was skating on thin ice here, risking annoying
him or getting him so exasperated that the next response from him might not be
so kind. Still, it was passing the time, and I could imagine him now, reading
my message with a too-hard cock and no way to relieve it unless he visited the
bathroom and took himself in hand. If he was in a meeting, all the better. A
stiffy when sitting at a conference table could only make him want to see me
tonight all the more.
My alert pinged.

Dear Mistress-Z-Who-Is-So-Infuriating-She-Makes-Me-Want-To-Scream,
I’m alone in my office, trying to work, and no, that doesn’t mean you can send
me more of your dirty little messages. I really do need to get along here, and
it’s all very well saying I should have secrets and should enjoy all this email
sex malarkey—and I am in a way, I just wish you hadn’t chosen today to do
it—but I have deadlines.
I don’t want to brush you off, believe me I don’t, but in answer to your
question, yes, I’m too damn hard and it’s going to take a while for me to stop
thinking about your pert little body and concentrate on work.
Now stop it. I mean it, just stop.
Mr Wants-To-Fuck-Around-With-You-But-Can’t

A grin a mile wide spread across my face. That was all I’d been after, him
admitting he wanted me, giving me some assurance that he’d be at Eden Street
tonight. Oh, I knew he’d said he’d be there, but after his no-show before, I’d
had to make sure. And now I knew he wanted to fuck me, was sitting at his desk
trying to deflate his cock, I was on cloud nine.
As I was just about to hug myself in victory, the man who looked a bit like
Victor came up to my table. I stared at him, wondering what he could want, and
slid my phone back into my bag.
“May I join you?” he asked.
“If you like,” I said, giving him my best I-can-hook-you-in-a-heartbeat smile.
It felt wrong on my face, stretching it painfully, and I didn’t understand why.
“So,” I said, following my usual patter, “what brings a hunk like you here?”
He grinned, blue eyes flashing, and placed his laptop on the table. “Having the
chance to pick up a woman like you.”
Oh, someone else who thought he should be the one to run the show. I refrained
from rolling my eyes and gave him another smile instead. Inwardly I sighed at
having to go through this again, when all I wanted was to go home and think
about tonight. I didn’t like other men encroaching on my time when I was
teaching someone else.
So why were you here the other day then? The day Victor dropped in and caught
you looking at other men?
I frowned. All right, so I was a hypocrite. I’d have to be honest with
myself—this man wasn’t floating my boat, no matter how similar to Victor he
was. No matter how attractive he was.
“I’m not here to be picked up,” I said. “I’m…well, I’m seeing someone.”
I stood and grabbed my bag, slinging the strap over my shoulder and heading to
the door without looking back. I couldn’t believe I’d said that to him, had
turned down the chance at a one-night stand come the end of the month. But it
was all I’d been able to think of to get rid of him, to make my exit appear
There was no other reason for saying what I had at all.

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The Novice, Anything for Him and Good Cop, Bad Cop have all claimed the #1 spot on the Amazon Erotica chart in 2013 and with the popularity of the newly released Sexy as Hell Trilogy it looks like 2014 is going to be another wild ride of success for Harlem Dae.

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Review: Passion in the Sky by Diane Thorne

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Diary of a Free Woman series

by Diana Thorne

ISBN: 9781781844342
Length: Novella

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She’s a single woman starting her dream vacation. He’s a sexy billionaire stuck on her flight. The mile high club is accepting new members. Gwenevere is a free woman for the first time in her life, and she’s eager to fulfill a life-long dream of traveling across Europe. She kisses her two grown children goodbye, then boards a plane to London. By accident, she bumps into Phillip Connor, a sexy billionaire, and he quickly takes a keen interest in her. During the long flight, he seduces her with his bluntness and charm. She teases him with her spicy words. The roller coaster of sexual tension drives each of them insane with lust. When Phillip begs Gwen to meet him privately in one of the facilities, she will have to decide if she’s ready to join the mile high club with one hot and playful billionaire. Reader Advisory: This book contains language, graphic sex. This story is part of a series about a woman’s sexual journey and is therefore erotica rather than erotic romance. The rating reflects the erotica content only.



Gwen powered on her Kindle sitting on the tray while she held her cup. Knowing how playful Phillip seemed, she expected to see a message from him. After her screen illuminated, she went to her inbox and discovered she’d guessed right about him.

Phillip.Connor@… A big heart is not the only BIG thing I have. How are you feeling now?

Gwen typed her response.

I didn’t get a chance to see if you had something else big. Perhaps you can show me sometime. Thanks to you, I’m feeling quite hot, but the water and ice are helping. How are you feeling?

Phillip.Connor@… I would gladly show you how big my something else is if you venture this way again. Only hot? How about wet? As for me…I’m hard and ready to explore your gorgeous body. I couldn’t take my eyes off your ass when you bent over. A woman should never tempt a man with her ass, especially when it is as divine as yours is. I can’t wait to get my hands on it. By the way, I sneaked a peek down your blouse. You have a mole on your right breast.

Gwen glanced down at her chest. Sure enough, she could see the mole down her shirt since she’d unfastened the top couple of buttons. He must have looked when he whispered in her ear. Crazy, sexy devil.


Plot-2 There really wasn’t a plot. If trying to get sex on a plane with a stranger is a plot, then yes there is a plot.

Sex– 4 Before there was sex, Gwen and Phillip had some hot texting going on. I think it made the first sex scene very hot on its own. The second and last scene could have stood alone and was just as hot and dirty, like I like it.

Overall Enjoyment– 3 I have not read too many books that end like this one. I was a little disappointing that the relationship ended there and that this is neither a HFN or a HEA. I felt like I needed a resolution to this. But I knew from the beginning that this was a series and this is just one diary entry of many more to come. I hope that one day Gwen will make one last entry and decided to keep him.

Author Biography:

Diane is an erotic romance author living in Indiana. She writes in a variety of genres such as Contemporary, Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Erotic Romance and Menage a Trois. When she’s not slaving away at her day job, she creates erotic adventures with hot and seductive men. Reader beware, she is not responsible for any titillation, increased temperatures, or hormonal stirrings. Blame her characters and read responsibly. Besides writing, Diane enjoys sunny days, strong coffee, traveling, shopping with her daughter, laughter, and red wine. She dislikes taxes, slow drivers, cold weather, and cranky people.

Where to find Diane Thorne:

Other books by Diane:
Destined For Love
Demon in Disguise (Playful Demons 1)
Demons in Disguise (Playful Demons 2)
The Deadly Stripper (Sexy & Damned 1)
The Complicated Stripper (Sexy & Damned 2)
Nikki’s Story (Sisters of Lonewood 1)
Kate’s Story (Sisters of Lonewood 2)
Heather’s Story (Sisters of Lonewood 3)
Penny’s Story (Sisters of Lonewood 4)
Alison’s Story (Sisters of Lonewood 5)
Lisa’s Story (Sisters of Lonewood 6)
Brenda’s Story (Sisters of Lonewood 7)

Passion Blooms in Paris (Diary of a Free Woman 2, December 2013)
Passion Sails at Sea (Diary of a Free Woman, 3, February 2014)

Promo: She Devil by Melissa Kendall @mkendallauthor

shedevil-coverShe Devil
by Melissa Kendall
Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self/Indie
Release Date: December 28, 2012
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 7,000

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Constance is a Vampire with a heavy appetite, who works as a stripper to find her meals. She is wanton, luscious and wicked—she craves more than just blood.

Benjamin and Jonathon are vampire outcasts who exist by pretending to be as human as possible in order to remain hidden among humanity. When the town they live in starts to report that men are disappearing? They go on the hunt for the Vampire intruder.

Little do they know, the Intruder is one sexy-delicious Vamp. Connie will offer them more than just a hunt… she will pull them into a tryst of sensual heat and naughty thrills.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including m/f/m menage) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Also has a book tour schedule

Sept 23: Regina May Ross ‘s
Sept 24: Book Reviews
Sept 24: Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess
Sept 25: Crystal’s Many Reviews
Sept 25: Harlie’s Books
Sept 26: Bookish Writer
Sept 26: Snarky Mom Reads…
Sept 27: MsRomanticReads
Sept 27: Triad Literary

About the Author:

Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in Perth Western Australia the most isolated capital city in the world.

She’s always loved to read and write and spent most of her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way she lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she discovered online books and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of her life ever since.

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Review: The Master Undone (Inside Out #2.5) by: Lisa Renee Jones

master-undone-lisa-renee-jonesThe Master Undone

The Inside Out Series

by Lisa Renee Jones

Erotic BDSM

Buy Link $.99


In her private journals, Rebecca laid bare her soul, revealing her obsession for the one man whose erotic demands captivated her imagination–and enslaved her forever. Now, with Rebecca no longer in his life he is lost, questioning everything he thought he knew about himself and about control he holds in such high regard. One women will reach out to heal him and then turn away, leaving him haunted. She is nothing he thought he wanted and somehow everything he needs. He tells himself to forget her but he cannot escape his desire for her. He has to have more..


Let me start off by saying that if you have not read the other books in the Inside Out series, stop here and do not read any further. **This is Mark’s novella and contains spoilers for the other stories.**
Lisa Renee Jones is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors because of her wonderful imagination and no one, I repeat, NO ONE can write a cliffhanger as well as she can. Once again, we are left with a big one at the end of this book.

The Master Undone is a short story told in Mark’s POV about Mark traveling to New York to be at his mother’s side as she undergoes cancer treatments. Mark is still reeling from his loss of Rebecca. For such a dominant man, I was quite touched to see how broken he was by the decisions he mad that lead to her untimely demise. Upon arriving at the airport, Mark is greeted by Crystal, the new Sales Manager at Riptide. Crystal is nothing like the women that usually attract Mark-she’s direct, bold and somewhat dominant herself. Despite the fact that she is his employee, Mark cannot resist her charms.

I really enjoyed Crystal’s character and the quick-witted humor she possesses. I cannot wait to see how she and Mark’s “relationship” progress in Mark’s full-length novel that Mrs. Jones has said is in the works.

Rating review:
Plot: 4 – I really enjoyed getting to know Mark more. I didn’t like him in the other books and after this one, I can’t wait to read more.
Sex: 3 – Since this is a novella, there weren’t many scenes and the ones they did have were pretty tame. I would have enjoyed a bit more steam.
Overall: 4 – While it was a quick read, about 40 pages, this story really opens the door to expand the series more and I’m dying to know what happens! Damn cliffhangers.

***Please, if you enjoy books about BDSM and you haven’t read this series yet, do yourself a favor and get this on your TBR list. You will not be disappointed. Here is the preferred reading order: If I Were You , Journals 1-4, Being Me , Journal 5, Revealing Us, and The Master Undone.

Review: A Wild Night’s Encounter by C.J. McLane

A Wild Night’s Encounter

by CJ Mclane



Careful what you do in the dark – someone may be watching!


Beautiful young Laila is dragged to one of those hormone-crazed frat parties by her friend Ashley. When Ashley disappears into the alcohol-induced, half naked throng, Laila is forced to find somewhere to disappear herself.

Laila tries to hide, which would have worked out brilliantly if it did not give her a front row seat to an orgy. The heated atmosphere tempts Laila to privately join in. But by doing so, she puts on a show of her own. And who has a front row seat to her display?

When the handsome yet arrogant daredevil Eric invades her solitude, things go from steamy to downright embarrassing. Could the night get any worse? Will it haunt Laila forever? Eric has a proposition that might change her perspective, but is she willing to accept?



Sex:1 When trying to write erotica I hear the good authors tell me you need to show your audience not tell them. Use all your senses to make the reader want to keep reading. Well that did not happen here. There were to many pages of non-dialogue and telling of a story. I didn’t feel any need or flush, that I normally get when reading erotica. The point of erotica is to titillate. This made me annoyed.

Plot:1 What Plot. The teaser book behind this one had more plot and I don’t read horror or suspense. Yes I know erotica doesn’t have plot sometimes. Its like a porn movies with a script. But sometimes you get one that has both and it rocks. Just not this one.

Overall Enjoyment: 1 No enjoyment what so ever. I think this is a perfect example of what not to do when writing. Use the interactions between character or even the environment to move the story along. I want my 30 minutes back.

Review: Their First Noelle by Cara Michaels

Their First Noelle

by Cara Michaels

Romance on the Go, Evernight Pub

MFM, BDSM, Erotica

With all of the Christmas in July events popping up everywhere, I decided to celebrate a little differently–with a steamy Romance on the Go quickie, Their First Noelle.

The quirky plot of this story quickly consumed me. Noelle, a recently retired elf who used to work for Santa, just can’t seem to get into the Christmas spirit. Christmas away from the North Pole is different-missing is a landscape covered in snow that has fallen in a powdery perfect, nowhere are there Christmas lights so bright you need to wear shades, nor is it surrounded with the sounds of holiday cheer. For Noelle, it’s sad, dreary and lonely.

Stumbling in to her favorite coffee shop, Noelle sees the two (that’s right TWO! [You see where this story is going don’t you?]) sexy as hell owners of the shop, Kristian and Nicholas. Upon seeing them, her body instantly reacts and she’s thinking about doing naughty things that she hasn’t done in a long time, thinking maybe that some down and dirty lovin’ might put her in the holiday spirit. She’s heard the rumors about them-not only do they work together, they live together and quite possibly enjoy sharing women together. For some women this might make them turn the other cheek, but not our naughty little Noelle. Ooooh no! She finds it exciting and starts thinking of deviant ways she might be able to give them a Christmas the three of them will never forget. Much to her surprise and excitement, Kris and Nick are thinking the same exact thing-all they want for Christmas is Noelle wrapped up like a sexy present and begging them to unwrap her.

“So Sweet,” Nick said. “You need to taste her, Kris. She’s sugar and spice.”
“But not too nice,” Kris said against her ear. “Just naughty enough for us.”

This is a quick, hot and heavy ménage à trois/bondage read with a hint of bisexuality. Ms. Michaels has a nice writing style that seamlessly rolls from vanilla scenes into ones with more, shall we say, flavor that you’re sure to enjoy.

One my hotness scale of 1-5, I give it the following:
Plot: 4 – I liked the uniqueness of it and I have never read an erotic Christmas story before.
Sex: 5 – M/F/M action is always a win in my book!
Overall: 4 – for reasons stated above

If you’re looking for a short and steamy read, check this one out. After reading, you will have to rethink whether it is better to be naughty or nice in this upcoming holiday season.

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