Sunday, October 25, 2015

Colonel Brandon's Widow And Willoughby by Marianna Green



TITLE – Colonel Brandon's Widow and Willoughby: a Jane Austen 'Sense and Sensibility' sequel
AUTHOR – Marianna Green
GENRE – Historical
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 33,000
COVER ARTIST – Period Images/ Nancy Design


Mrs Brandon, the former Marianne Dashwood, is now a widow, and not yet twenty-five.
Her former admirer Willoughby is as unhappily married as ever, and the thought that she is free to marry again drives him to distraction. He has continued in his dissolute lifestyle, which Marianne abhors, while his wife Sophia's life has been poisoned by jealousy of Marianne.
Marianne urges him that the only possibility of happiness for Willoughby and his wife is for him to give up his empty pursuit of pleasure - but now the Colonel is gone, Marianne finds that she can no longer push aside thoughts of Willoughby easily herself; she must find some way of occupying her own empty hours.
Willoughby retains his rascally charm, which an older and wiser Marianne is determined to resist; Elinor and Edward are as astute as ever, while Sir John and Lady Middleton are as foolish. Mrs. Jennings remains determined to marry off all her associates as before, while Sophia Willoughby is even more sour as the wife of the man she wanted, and Willoughby's friends are suitably cynical rakes.
This sequel to Jane Austen's 'Sense and Sensibility' strives to emulate some of the light ironic touch of the inimitable style of Jane Austen; it is both funny and sad, and is told as dark comedy.

Colonel Brandon - Cover 


'The union of the Willoughby’s only resembled that of the Brandon’s in being childless. Unlike the latter couple, they had no common interests to compensate, unless an unfortunate tendency to over indulge in wine and other stimulants could count as a mutual source of diversion.
It is true that they did share in common a manner of relating to each other that involved raised voices behind slammed doors, angry silences and periods of cold civility; but this shared inclination brought them no closer together.
It could be further urged on their behalf , that in this conduct, they provided society with the diversion of much talk, and their staff with constant entertainment; - for Willoughby’s confidential valet knew all about his improper pursuits, while his wife’s lady’s maid could recount how Mrs Willoughby had cursed him for a fortune hunting libertine in full hearing of the servants, and of how savagely he had kicked shut her sitting room door before retorting that, ‘Devil take it, in his whole worthless life, he had only cared for Mrs Brandon, and he’d be damned if he pretended anything else to please a scolding…’ But the reader does not wish to hear any more of this.
Seemingly their staff lacked any discretion, and soon enough, the content of the Willoughby’s exchanges leaked out into polite society, which showed still less decorum in repeating them assiduously. Many a man had dined out for a month on his knowledge of episodes that ought to have been cloaked in decent silence, and Miss Steele was one of many maiden ladies agog for the latest outrage.'


'Marianna Green lives in Wales, UK. She has long been fascinated with the classics of English Literature, and particularly admires the trenchant wit of Jane Austen'


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Deranged by Niko McQueen

Deranged by Niko McQueen
(Ivy Hollow Chronicles, #1)
Publication date: February 11th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance 

Adam Rossmore is a rich party  boy who doesn’t answer to anyone. He’s played the orphan card for too  long and it’s gotten him out of every DUI, arrest, and fine. 

Until now. 

When a judge slaps him with community service at the insane asylum,  Ivy Hollow, Adam thinks it’s all a joke. Until the doors lock and he  starts meeting the residents. 
Christian Hale has lived at Ivy Hollow his entire life. He seeks solace in his music—and whatever orderly happens to be nearby. 

When Adam hears Christian play  the piano for the first time, the music draws him deep into Christian’s  web and he must fight an arousal that is both confusing and exciting. 



Adam’s cock thickened beneath Christian’s attention and his own gaze drifted over Christian’s wet shirt and leather pants that clung to him. He might as well be naked standing here in the rain. The thick outline of his hard cock strained against his pants.

“Come inside, Christian.” Adam’s voice was strained and barely carried the distance.

“Inside where, Adam.” His name was a velvet purr. “Inside you?”

Adam’s hand instinctively flew to cover his cock and he stroked the length once to ease some of the pressure in his pants but it throbbed with the attention. He couldn’t let Christian leave. No matter what it meant for his night and his own escape, Christian could not leave the grounds. Adam tore his gaze away and twisted back into the room to yell for help.

Wet strong warm fingers grabbed his chin and turned his face. Then Christian silenced Adam with his lips. Warm and soft and demanding, they pushed against Adam’s, then Christian sucked his lower lip, pulling it deep into his own mouth. Adam couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t tear his eyes away from Christian’s so close. Droplets of water clung to Christian’s eyelashes. Adam’s dick pulsed and throbbed, matching the tug of Christian’s tongue against the sensitive flesh of his lip. His hips angled closer and brushed against the slick wetness of Christian’s thigh. As suddenly as he’d appeared, Christian let go of Adam’s lip and stepped away, taking the heat of his body with him. Adam could only stare dumbly as Christian strutted to the balcony and paused. Adam lifted his hand to restrain him, but Christian smirked and hopped over the stone railing and disappeared.

Racing to the railing, Adam leaned over the edge. Two stories below, Christian landed in a crouch and glanced up at Adam. With a wink he ran through the trees toward the garage.

Adam scanned the footing around the balcony, and then glanced again at the twenty-foot drop. There was no chance he’d be able to execute Christian’s well-practiced escape. Adam pounded his fist down on to the cold wet stone. “Fuck you, Christian.”

His lips still tingled and he lifted his fingertips to graze his lower lip. No one
had ever touched him like that. Not even the feistiest women he’d dated had managed to make him rock hard with a kiss that lasted less than three seconds.

Spinning on his heel, he marched back into the house with no idea what to do about Christian. Sure, he’d told Katarina he was going to go after him, but how the fuck was he going to track down a crazy bastard who thinks nothing of jumping off a balcony in a storm?

“I know where he’s goin.’” Johnny eased out from the shadow, making Adam jump. 

“Jesus, Johnny. How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.”

Adam scowled but Johnny chuckled. “

“Christian has that effect on men.” Better watch yo self.”

Adam ignored the comment. “So where’s he headed.”


The Filthy Forty

Hey Bookaholics! I’m loving my Book Blitz Tour for my MM Romance Deranged and I just wanted to stop through and share my all time favorite MM and MF romance reads. As an author it is important to know your genre and there are some amazingly talented authors out there. So I want to give them props for their hot and sticky books! I hope you guys love these books as much as I did. *Note: These titles are M/F, that way you won’t get confused. Happy Reading!!!

Knight of Ocean Avenue-Tara Lain
Rock Solid-Riley Hart
You are the Reason- Renae Kaye
Sixty Five Hours- N.R. Walker
Carry The Ocean- Heidi Cullinan
Taming Ryder- Nicola Haken
Beware of Geeks Bearing Gifts- Charlie Cochet
More- Sloan Parker
Guarding January- Sean Michael
Johnnie- Cardeno C.
*Right Now- Marie Hall
*The Wright Brother-Marie Hall
Above the Dungeon- SM Johnson
Indecision- Marcy Jacks
Six Ways from Sunday- Mercy Celeste
Blue Notes- Shira Anthony
Smitten- Maris Black
The Mating of Michael- Eli Easton
BAMF- SJD Peterson
I Hate Summer- HT Pantu
*Selling Scarlett- Ella James
Junk- Josephine Myles
*Eve Langlais- Hell’s Kitty
Crazy From the Heat- Mercy Celeste
Bad Influence- K.A. Mitchell
Wolf in Gucci Loafers- Tara Lain
Shiny- Amy Lane
Trouble & The Wallflower- Kade Boehme
Static- L.A. Witt
Old Loyalty, New Love- Mary Calmes
The Truth About Riley- Henrietta Clarke
*Knight & Stay- Kitty French
*Good Girl- Erica Chilson
Until Forever Comes- Cardeno C. 
Noticed Me Yet?- Anyta Sunday
Brad’s Bachelor Party- River Jaymes
*Bully- Penelope Douglas
Falling for a Bentley- Adriana Law
*Hook, Line, and Garter- Rachael James
Choices & Chances- K.L. Belanger

Niko currently lives in Charlotte NC with her four crazy roommates. She spends her days watching korean dramas and daydreaming of hunky guys falling in love with each other. She dreams of traveling the world gypsy style with her laptop and spinning awesome love stories. 

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Sweet Liar by Debra Doxer

Sweet Liar (Candy #2)
Release Date 10/20/15

Summary from Goodreads:
Sometimes lies are sweeter than the truth.

Beauty is alluring; it can disguise the ugliness beneath. But scarred beauty is even more potent to a girl who vowed never to let her heart be broken again. It was an easy vow for Candy to keep until she met Jonah, an arrogant boy with a face that would be too perfect if not for the scar that marred the skin beside his eye.

That imperfect boy earned her trust and won her heart, but the ties that bind people together are fragile, especially when lies are told. Trust is also fragile, and once broken, doesn’t heal like a heart. Trust has to be earned again, and Jonah desperately wants Candy’s trust back.

But Candy has more than Jonah to worry about. Her father is in trouble, and she intends to help him whether he likes it or not. People tell her he’s a bad man, and that may be true, but he’s not all bad. Deep down, she understands his brand of badness because she’s so much like him.

When Candy finally learns the truth, she’ll have to grow up fast, let go of old grievances, and realize that being vulnerable doesn’t make her weak. In fact, opening herself up may be the very thing that makes her whole again.

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I pulled on the bathroom door and walked out into the small hallway, straight into Jonah. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. 
I closed my eyes, searching for calm. “I’m fine.” 
“What happened back there?” 
Sighing, I took a step away to get some distance from him. “My fingers got squeezed in the ball return machine. It was stupid.” 
“Let me see.” He held his hand out, waiting for me to place mine in it. I hesitated a moment before laying my fingers over his palm. 
“How did it happen?” 
“I got distracted.” When I tried to lower my hand, Jonah wrapped his long fingers around my wrist and held on. 
“By what?” 
I couldn’t help glaring. Was he serious? 
He just looked at me, waiting, like we hadn’t all seen Parker practically give him a lap dance out there. 
“What was that?” I blurted. 
“What was what?” 
“Are you kidding me? Parker was trying to feed her boobs to you for lunch, and you didn’t seem to hate it.” 
His brow creased. “Is that what distracted you?” 
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, it was a little distracting. What are you doing? I thought you couldn’t stand her.” 
Jonah smiled. “Are you jealous, Candy?” 
I had just opened my mouth to deny it when his satisfied smile caused a light bulb to go off in my head. “Were you using her to make me jealous?” 
His smug expression faded. “Maybe I was trying to get your attention. But I didn’t mean for you to hurt your hand.” 
“All that,” I said, waving my arm in the direction of the alleys, “was to get my attention?” “Just because you stopped caring about me doesn’t mean I stopped caring about you. I know it was juvenile, but I’m losing you and I don’t know what to do about it.” 
My pulse quickened at his words, even though they made my heart feel heavy. When Jonah said he cared about me the first time, it made my breath catch. Hearing him say it now, my reaction wasn’t any different. It gave me butterflies and made my insides turn molten. 
“I didn’t stop caring about you. I stopped trusting you.” I licked my lips that suddenly felt dry. “We should get back.” 
The harsh set of his jaw told me he didn’t like what I’d said. His eyes stayed on mine as he moved closer, crowding me, making me step back until the wall stopped me. 
“If you still care, we can get that trust back.” 
Emotion was driving him. I could sense it simmering beneath his skin. 
“I do care. But I can’t forget.” 
“Maybe I can make you forget.” 
He surprised me by pressing his body into mine, and I could feel his warm breath on my face. Threading his fingers into my hair, he cradled the side of my head in his palm. It felt so good that I leaned into his touch, and my eyes fluttered closed. 
“Look at me, Candy,” he whispered. 
When my gaze collided with his, I saw a storm brewing there. The next moment his lips were on mine. 
I sucked in a harsh breath, instinctively pressing my hands against his chest. I didn’t let myself kiss him back, even though I wanted to. It wasn’t until his hands gently cupped my cheeks, urging me to move with him, that I finally gave in, unable to help myself. 
Jonah groaned, pressing even harder into me. His lips were soft but insistent, and when his tongue slipped into my mouth, I brushed mine against it. The kiss deepened, and my head spun. I’d nearly forgotten how strongly I responded to Jonah, wanting to get closer no matter how close we were, like our bodies needed each other. 
It would have been so easy to get lost in his kiss and let everything else disappear, but my thoughts wouldn’t let me. Despite how perfect this felt, it wasn’t perfect. All it would do was hurt me more, because despite what we felt for each other, one kiss changed nothing. “Candy, please,” he murmured when I went still. 
“I can’t,” I said breathlessly. 
“Tell me why.” 
“You know why.” 
Jonah exhaled heavily and lowered his forehead to mine. We stood there, each of us breathless, the passion of our kiss lingering between us. He shook his head from side to side before he pushed off the wall and away from me. 
Immediately I felt cold, not just by the loss of his heat, but also by the chilly look in his eyes. “I don’t like regrets,” he said. “I never wanted you to be one.” 

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About the Author
Debra Doxer was born in Boston, and other than a few lost years in the California sunshine, she has always resided in the Boston area. She writes fiction, technical software documents, illegible scribbles on sticky notes, and texts that get mangled by AutoCorrect. She writes for a living, and she writes for fun. When her daughter asks when she’ll run out of words, her response always is, “When I run out of time.”

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