A book blog dedicated to bringing you all that is #Hot, #New, and #Relevant in the wonderful world of #books. We want to share with you our love and passion for books and the authors who write them. Cover Reveals, Book Tours, Reviews, Author Interviews, Book Trailers, #Giveaways, and more!
10 cities in two weeks. 10 famous rock stars. On my knees. Against the wall. On my tits. I don't care. As long as I get the evidence to prove it. Why? Because I caught my former prick of a boyfriend from Heavy Metal Enthusiasts doing a groupie doggie style backstage on the night we were supposed to be celebrating our 1 year anniversary.
He told me I was too uptight. Too vanilla. Too boring. So I got drunk with my bestie, Marsha West, the aspiring videographer. I ranted. I raved. I came up with a crazy idea. What I didn't know was that my best friend recorded me. Marsha put the video up on YouTube. It went viral with 10 million hits. Now I've got fans and sponsors offering me big bucks.
Michelle Mankin is the New York Times bestselling author of the Black Cat Records series of novels.
Rock Stars. Romance. Redemption.
Love Evolution, Love Revolution, and Love Resolution are a BRUTAL STRENGTH centered trilogy, combining the plot underpinnings of Shakespeare with the drama, excitement, and indisputable sexiness of the rock 'n roll industry.
Things take a bit of an edgier, once upon a time turn with the TEMPEST series. These pierced, tatted, and troubled Seattle rockers are young and on the cusp of making it big, but with serious obstacles to overcome that may prevent them from ever getting there.
Rock stars, myths, and legends collide with paranormal romance in a totally mesmerizing way in the MAGIC series.
Catch the perfect wave with irresistible surfers in the ROCK STARS, SURF AND SECOND CHANCES series.
Romance and self-discovery, the FINDING ME series is a Tempest spin off with a more experienced but familiar cast of characters.
When Michelle is not prowling the streets of her Texas town listening to her rock or NOLA funk music much too loud, she is putting her daydreams down on paper or traveling the world with her family and friends, sometimes for real, and sometimes just for pretend.
BRUTAL STRENGTH series:
Love Rock’ollection: The Brutal Strength Rock Star Trilogy, books 1-3
TEMPEST series (also available in audio):
Tempest Raging: The Tempest Rock Star series, books 1-4
The MAGIC series (also available in audio):
ROCK STARS, SURF AND SECOND CHANCES series (also available in audio):
Love, sacrifice, and the lengths one will run--and
chase--when their past threatens their future. This bundled box set contains
both books in Caine & Addison's bestselling duet (Bk 1: Before That Night
and Bk 2: Every Night Without You).
Before that night,
Addison Milan had been just a college dropout secretly raising her two young
siblings in a beat-up minivan she'd bought with her first semester's tuition
refund--the only money her addict mother hadn't taken off with when she'd
abandoned them nearly two years ago.
Before that night, Caine Spencer had been just a rough, gruff cop sent to check
out the phoned-in claims of suspected child neglect involving the same woman
he'd met just months prior when she'd first served him the city's worst diner
coffee...which he'd been drinking daily ever since.
Before that night, Addison would never have thought the man she'd been fighting
hard not to fall for--her only friend in her new shadow of a life--would be in
a position to rip her family apart.
Before that night, Caine would never have believed any woman could make him
fall head over heels, let alone make him feel so damn compelled to look the
other way when it came to his job.
Seven damn years of wondering whether the woman was still alive...whether she'd spent the last two thousand five hundred fifty-five days wondering if he was still alive.
Wondering whether that night was as burned into her memory as it was his.
Seven years having his heart tethered to Addison―and now she's back. With even more reasons to run than she'd had then.
Only this time, Caine isn't letting the gorgeous little flight risk out of his sight.
Regardless of how noble her reasons may be.
“Violet Duke is my go-to read when I just want to immerse myself in a captivating romance.” – NYT bestselling author J.S. Cooper
EVERY NIGHT WITHOUT YOU (Bk 2 of 2) takes place seven years after BEFORE THAT NIGHT (Bk 1 of 2), and is the conclusion of Caine & Addison's story of love, sacrifice, and the lengths one will run―and chase―when their past threatens their future.
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Violet Duke is a former English Ed professor ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page writing emotion-rich stories with fun, everyday characters and sweet, sexy match-ups. Since her acclaimed debut series in 2013, over a million readers have put Violet's “laugh & cry” contemporary romances on the USA Today bestseller list sixteen times, the NYT bestseller list three times, and the Top 10 charts across the major e-retailers both in the U.S. and internationally.
When she doesn't have her nose in a book, Violet enjoys the live-out-loud-in-your-PJs sorta lifestyle she loves writing about, which involves lots of: 1) excuses to use her power tools, 2) doing stuff without checking the directions, and 3) impossible-to-be-duplicated 'special edition' dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. Born and raised in Hawaii, Violet continues to live the no-shoes island way with her kids (daughter Violet & son Duke) and husband (aka their ringleader...and her most devoted fan).
A brand new standalone from Friendship, Texas featuring everyone's favorite awkward baker and the one that got away.
I looked up and standing there was my ex-boyfriend, Jordan Webber. Maybe ex-boyfriend wasn't the right word. Maybe the boy who I dated for almost two years. Then he graduated early, leaving for art school in New York. He wanted me to come with him, but what future did I have in New York? My parents weren’t paying for me to go to school unless it was a state school with a real degree and all I ever wanted was to do photography. So the portrait studio worked for the time being until I realized I really needed to get out of the house and took the part-time job at the bakery. Between my parents’ divorce, work, and trying to get over my break up, I was basically a hot mess the first two years after high school. Joey came in at the right time as a distraction then the job at the bakery. But I still never forgot about the one that got away.
I hadn't seen Jordan in over four years and there he was, standing there with a hand on one of the boxes and his blue eyes wide open like he'd just seen a ghost.
"Abbey Dillinger?" he asked, it wasn't so much of a question as it was a breathless statement.
I hated him for leaving me. He could have gone to art school in Dallas. He could have stayed if he really did love me. I should have hated him. But seeing him, standing in front of me, I couldn’t hate him. The past four years had been very good to him.
**This book is a standalone in a series of standalones taking place in the fictional town of Friendship, Texas. You don't need to read any of the previous books to understand this one***
Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short
story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters,
pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this
all while her two young children run amok around her Texas ranch.
I don’t need a happily ever after filled with fake promises, animosity and eventually a divorce to be content. I’m living the dream…my dream, regardless of what anyone thinks of me. My meager life was perfect until a cocky football player wormed his way into my existence.
Once upon a time, I played an unconscious role in my own life, a mistake I have no plans of repeating. I pride myself with my outspoken and frequently excessive nature. It’s the consistent reminder of the person I refuse to become ever again.
He’s the ultimate playboy…
Life is perfect. I’ve lived and breathed football since I was a kid, and now I’m making millions playing in the NFL. I keep women around for one reason, but never the same one. The only attachments I need are family and friends but life has a bizarre way of proving a person wrong. When a concussion leaves my best-friend’s life spinning out of control, the last thing I expected was to meet an outrageous woman who leaves me begging for more.
She lives in New York.
I live in Arizona.
She promised me one night, but I discovered that’s not enough. Now, I need to figure out if I’m a pro off the field because I’m about to play the biggest game of my life.
Adult Contemporary Romance: Due to language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. Each book in The Regret Series can be read as a standalone.
“You want to tell me why you’re here?” She tilts her head
back, gracing me with the view of those beautiful blue eyes.
My lips quirk up into a smile. “I told you already. My dick
misses you. I tried to tell him you aren’t interested in a repeat, but he
“You’re seriously talking about your dick as though it’s a
person? I thought only horny teenagers did shit like that?” She raises an
eyebrow before pushing herself off my lap.
“What can I say, around you that’s exactly how I feel.” I
might be smirking, but I’m not joking. All I have to do is think about her and
I’m rock hard. “I’ve already agreed to be your dirty little secret, so what’s
the big deal? I’m going to be in town for…a few more days. A week or so tops,
so I don’t really see what the problem is.”
Her eyes dart around the room before finally stopping on me.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” I counter. “We’ve already been together, and it’s
not like I’m asking you to skip work or even fucking date me.” I attempt to
keep the frustration out of my voice, but this woman is starting to drive me
“Look, it’s not you, it’s me—” She stops talking when I fall
back onto her bed in laughter. I end up laughing so hard I have to wipe my
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to say that?
Shit, the irony here is classic.”
“I’m serious, Girard.”
“So am I, Davis.” I hate it when she calls me Girard. I want
to be more than just a football player in her eyes.
“You’re just not my type,” she adds in a lame attempt to
prove some point about us not being together. “I’m not asking to marry you, Davis. I just want to fuck
your brains out for a few days before I fly back to my side of the country.”
Riann C. Miller lives in southeast Kansas and writes steamy contemporary romance stories. When she’s not reading or writing, she spends time with her friends and family or you might catch her watching a baseball game with a beer in her hand.
Riann who pronounces her name (Ry-an) also preoccupies a lot of her time on social media connecting with readers.
I didn't particularly care for Ryan when he showed up for his first massage. And I don't particularly care for him now, even if he's the hottest thing in Green Holler. Especially because he's the hottest thing in Green Holler.
He reminds me of every player I met in high school and college, he travels constantly because of his work, and I'm sure he's got a girl in every airport. And his work? He's the guy Dad hired for advice on expanding his art store, and I can just see him changing it into McArts or something cheesy.
Not that I'm looking for a man anyway. I don't ask for much. Just a man who's not a complete jerk, doesn't mind living out here in the middle of the Ozarks, and won't freak out when he discovers that shifting's real and his girlfriend's an owl shifter.
And Ryan's not that man. Right?
The woman at the B&B's trying to get me to date Sam--short for Samantha, she's careful to point out. Not going to happen, even if Sam's the most beautiful woman I've seen. For one thing, there's plenty of beautiful women out there, but not enough damn-good massage therapists like Sam. On top of that, her dad's my client, and that mixture of business and pleasure is a bad idea.
Why would anyone give up their big-city dreams, go back home to this Ozark tourist trap--sorry, I mean "this quaint Ozark town"--and hang up a shingle as a
massage therapist, even a damn good one? I don't get it, but I can't afford to settle down like she did. With all the consulting gigs I do, I've got to stay on the road all the time.
Besides, when I'm on the road, no one can get close enough to find out about my cougar, and I can have a good time any night I want, anywhere I want, with almost any woman I want, with no commitments.
I'm not scared of commitment, but what woman's going to commit to a guy who's also occasionally a cougar? Certainly not Sam.
Imagine yourself as a shifter alone in a world that doesn't know shifting exists.
This is the Solo Shift world: no packs, no guidance, no mates, and no prospects until chance, luck, trust, and love all intervene.
What can you expect from a Solo Shift book? A standalone story with lonely shifters, shifters who don’t know they’re lonely, love scenes, and no cheating. And at least one HEA, sometimes more.
Heard the front door
quietly open a little before Mrs. Webb’s session ended, so I figured my 4:30
had arrived. I tried to keep my focus on Mrs. Webb, but the planning-ahead part
of my brain promptly kicked in. 4:30’s
name is Ryan… Bishop. Ryan Bishop. Heh, wonder if Connie’s gonna text to bug me
about him in the middle of the massage, or if she’ll at least wait until he’s
off the table. Connie’s got John so she's got pretty good taste in husband
material, but I wonder what her definition of “hot” is.
“OK, Mrs. Webb, I’ll
be outside; just come on out whenever you’re ready, OK?” I have to help a few
of my clients off the table, but Mrs. Webb’s as spry as they come.
“That’s fine, dearie!”
With the clientele
I’ve got, I’m “dearie” to several clients!
I step out and close
the massage room door behind me, and I see him checking out my diploma and
Beard and mustache.
Not a body-builder,
And nice fitting
clothes. Definitely not a slob, definitely not a blob.
Note to self: never,
ever question Connie Martin’s taste in men again. This guy was hot.
And he knew it. Matter
of fact, he looked like he left a long trail of women who knew it too.
C’mon, Sam, this ain’t
high school, this is your office. Time to be professional. Time to use your
waiting-room massage therapist voice, the one somewhere between your outside
voice and your calm, soothing, table-side voice. “Hello, are you Ryan?”
right?” Oooh, deep voice, amazing smile, dark eyes…
Get it together, Sam.
Act like you know what you’re doing. Friendly but professional smile, nod your
head, shake his hand, there you go. “Sam’s fine, thanks!”
And that’s when he
nods toward the diploma. “Who’d you have for Micro?”
Wife of an IT geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two
kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable romantic.
What do I want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t
total asses. Women who avoid total asses—either from experience, or by being
smart enough to avoid them in the first place! Men who survive just fine
without a woman. Women who survive just fine without a man. Men and women smart
enough to know the perils of jumping into love, and brave enough to do it
anyway. And of course, a happily-ever-after!