•Release Tour/ARC Review• Bound by Dani René!

Title: Bound
Series: Sins of Seven – Book Five
Author: Dani René
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 18, 2019

My life came with a vow.
A promise to the blood line I’m born from.
Even though I loved my family, I knew I could never escape.
I’m bound to duty.
Until she walks into my life.
Blonde. Blue-eyed. Far too beautiful.
I shouldn’t bring her into this life.
My secrets are far too deadly.
Promises will be broken, but deception is right at my door.
Now I have a choice to make.
Love or blood.
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I enjoyed this book! Savannah and Mason’s story had me on edge the whole time wondering what they were hiding. I loved the twists and turns! They both may have been keeping secrets but Mason isn’t letting his woman go and he always gets what he wants. This was a hot, suspenseful story and I definitely recommend reading this!

*Received ARC for honest review 💙

Dani is an international bestselling author and proud member of the Romance Writer’s Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writer’s of America (RWA).
A fan of dark romance that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. It’s from this passion that her writing has evolved from sweet and romantic, to dark and delicious. It’s in this world she’s found her calling, growing from strength to strength and hitting her stride.

On a daily basis, she has a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in her head. From the feisty heroines she delivers to the dark, dominant alphas that grace the pages of her books, she promises light in a world filled with danger and darkness.

She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.

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•Release Blitz/Review• The Italian Kitten Meets The Russian Wolf by Grace Regal

Title: The Italian Kitten Meets The Russian Wolf
Author: Grace Reagal
Genre: NA Mafia Romance
Release Date: November 20, 2018
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Do you know the story of Romeo and Juliet? Well, this isn’t their story. This is our story, Valentin’s story…my story.
In the world of the filthy rich, two of the most infamous crime families rule with iron fists. Drug trafficking, gang killings, ruthless wars—these are the men who have no moral compass.
Meet the Russian Mob, and the Italian Cosa Nostra. His family…and mine.
My name is Caterina Giovanni, daughter of the Italian Mafia. I’ve been clueless about who my family really is, what they’re capable of—until I meet him. Valentin Nikolaev, son of the Russian Mob. 
Born and raised to one day take his rightful place as leader of his family, Valentin has one goal, and one goal only—to annihilate the Giovanni family. My family.
In the end only one mafia will be left standing on the ashes of the other.

Are you ready to find out which one?

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I was so into what was happening I didn’t realize I came upon the cliffhanger 😩😂😂I must admit it was a nice place to leave off cause I’m definitely left wanting more. Kitty was just so innocent you couldn’t help but love her to pieces and Valentin was a hot a—hole, he did seem like he was looking out for Kitty but you don’t know if it’s for his plan or not. This book was awesome, I am hooked! I need to know what happens next, I can’t wait until the next book!
I muster up a laugh as I cock my head at Valentin. “Who is he?” I nod to the blond guy. “Your backup?”
Valentin doesn’t say anything.
I goad him with a smile. “You can’t say anything for yourself, cupcake?”
The blond kid erupts in laughter, “Oh, God, Val.” He wipes a tear. “You’ve really got your hands full now.” He looks at me with an incredulous look, “Cupcake?” He shakes his head, laughing. “That’s complete and utter gold—”
“Nate. Get the fuck out.”
Valentin speaks for the first time, his eyes still trained on me.
I clap with a laugh. “Oh, my God! You speak!” I lean toward him as if telling him a secret. “I thought you might have gone mute from the last time we spoke.” I wink. “You know, from the way I showed you up in front of all your minions.”
Nate starts laughing even harder as he walks to the door. “Good luck, brother! I’m here if you need me.” He winks at me as he opens the door. “As a backup,
you know?”
“Nate.”
“Fine. Fine.” I hear his laughter get farther and farther away until it disappears.
I cross my arms and regard Valentin. “So, are you just gonna stare like a pedophile? Or are you going to give me my clothes?”
And suddenly, in a lightning-fast movement that seems inhuman, Valentin steps up and whips the towel off my body. “No, I think I’m going to look just a little longer.”
Grace Reagal is a young author who is studying medicine by day and serial writing by night. She has garnered over 88K readers on Wattpad and Radish and over 20 million reads. 
She writes about mafia men without hearts and the women who find it for them. She writes because the most beautiful thing for her is creating a world where she and her readers can escape to. 

When she’s not writing, she can be found crying, studying, listening to One Republic and Lumineers, questioning her existence, reading steamy books under the covers or daydreaming about her characters. Her goals for her life includes becoming a neurosurgeon, publishing a book, and finally becoming a recluse in the woods.
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•Book Tour/Review• I Bet You by Ilsa Madden-Mills!

Title: I BET You
Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Genre: New Adult Romance (Standalone)
Release Date: October 29, 2018
Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills returns with an all-new swoon-fest of a novel about what happens when you look beyond labels and take a chance on love. 
Sexy Athlete: I bet you…
Penelope Graham: Burn in hell, quarterback. 
The late night text is random but Penelope knows exactly who “Sexy Athlete” is. And why she shouldn’t take his wager.
Ryker Voss.
Football star.
Walks on water and God’s gift to women.
Just ask him. 
His bet? He promises Penelope he’ll win her the heart of the nerdy guy she’s been crushing on. His plan—good old-fashioned jealousy. Once her crush sees her kissing Ryker, he’ll realize what he’s missing. Sounds legit, right? The only question is…why is Ryker being so nice to her?
Penelope Graham.
Virgin.
Lover of sparkly vampires and calculus.
His mortal enemy.
Penelope knows she shouldn’t trust a jock, but what’s a girl to do when she needs a date to Homecoming? And Ryker’s keeping a secret, another bet, one that could destroy Penelope’s heart forever.
Will the quarterback score the good girl or will his secret mean everyone loses at this game of love?
Find out in this all-new standalone novel…

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I actually liked this book a lot more than I thought I would! Lol! The beginning kind of had me on the fence but I ended up loving this book! Gah! Penelope and Ryker were too cute and omg their chemistry…I just loved it! Penelope was an adorable bookworm and Ryker was a college quarterback but a sweetheart! Penelope doesn’t do football players but Ryker plans to make her admit she wants him as much as he wants her. Overall I thought this was a well written college romance.
*Received ARC for honest review 💙

I Bet You is a charming, sexy, funny and downright swoony romance set amongst all of the delicious fun of college football in the South. It’s damn good.” Mary at USA Today HEA⁣

“You find me someone better that writes football players… I’ll be waiting because you’ll never find better than Ilsa.” We Like Them Dark, Goodreads⁣

I Bet You is enemies-to-lovers GOLD. I devoured this funny, feel-good perfection in ONE DAY!” Dylan Allen, Bestselling Author⁣

Wall Street Journal best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She’s best known for her angsty and funny New Adult college romances. 
A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero. 
She’s also addicted to frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Dairies, and any book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females. 
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•Release Tour& Review•. Sledge by Jesse Cooke

Title: Sledge: Westside Skulls Motorcycle Club
Series: Westside Skulls MC Romance Book 5
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 10, 2018

When you’re teased and tormented as a kid about everything you’re not able to change about yourself, you grow up tough on the outside, but shattered in a million pieces on the inside. Steve was a poor kid, thrust into a world where people had everything he thought he wanted, but couldn’t have. He was bullied for being “different” and made to believe he was “less than” everyone else.
Ten years later, Steve is now Sledge, an enforcer for the Westside Skulls. He found a place where he could put his tough skin to use, and people weren’t constantly judging him. He loves life in the MC. He works hard and he plays harder and he never lacks for female companionship. For once in his life he has everything he wants or needs. Well…almost everything.
Daria Ford had it all growing up. Money, looks, popularity…everything except what she really wanted, the one thing that would make her happy. Daria wanted Steve and since she was used to getting what she wanted, she was shocked when her plans went sideways, and she was left feeling embarrassed and rejected.
Ten years later Daria is still searching for fulfillment. She has a good life, but she’s not happy. She’s always felt like something was missing and when she started writing romance novels for a living, it seemed to fill the void, at least for a while. Funny thing was that all the heroes in her books looked and sounded a lot like Steve, her high school crush.
When Daria accidentally crashes head first back into Sledge’s life, will these two people come together and find what they’ve both been looking for all along? Or will Sledge’s insecurities rule his heart and Daria’s imagination fool hers?

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Book 5 in the Westside Skulls MC Series.
This is a Standalone Romance Novel but characters from the previous stories in this series appear in this and future books in the series. 
HEA and No cliffhanger. 
Intended for Mature Readers.

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The Westside Skulls MC Series is about members of the MC club, their friends and associates. 
Each story, while focused around one main character, is not necessarily about a Westside Skulls club member, but the story is related to Skulls members and the club.


New York City – 2007

“Baby, why aren’t you dressed? You’re going to be late.”

Steve sat on the edge of his bed, dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans with holes in the knees. It was his “uniform” at home, much more comfortable than the button-down white shirt, blue tie, and blue slacks he had to wear to school five days a week. It was Friday night…homecoming…and Steve had been voted homecoming king.

“I’m not going, Mom.”

“What? You have to go! You’re homecoming king!” She beamed with so much pride that Steve was surprised she didn’t actually light up the room. It was going to break his heart to tell her…but he couldn’t have her sitting in the bleachers and watching his humiliation from the sidelines. He’d put it off as long as he could.

“Mom…I’m pretty sure it’s a joke.”

She pulled her brows together. “A joke? I don’t understand.”

“Mom…they wouldn’t have voted me homecoming king on purpose, unless it was a joke. They’re going to do something to embarrass me, and I don’t want you there, watching. I don’t want to be there. I give them enough ammo at school every day.”

His mother looked crushed and it made his heart hurt. She sat down next to him on the bed and after a few silent moments she said, “Have you been getting bullied?” Steve had been bullied since the day he started middle school. He was from a whole different world than the rest of the students at the private school he attended. The neighborhood he lived in was an old one, the houses were run-down, the yards unkempt, and most people worked two jobs, or twelve-hour shifts, to support their families and still couldn’t make ends meet. The other students lived in high-rise penthouses in Manhattan, or old mansions in Chelsea. They were kids who had never known what it felt like to want anything. Steve had grown up wanting so many things…but mostly, just to be accepted.

He wasn’t completely alone any longer. He had two really good friends and he didn’t think he could have done any better than his mother for a parent…so things weren’t all that bad. But the rich kids found some kind of sick pleasure in constantly reminding him that he didn’t fit in…and he’d managed to keep that from his mother the whole time. That was the one advantage to having to take two buses to get across town to school every morning, and having a mother who usually couldn’t take off work to come to school events. She was so proud of him for his achievements, and he wanted to keep it that way. He never wanted her to know what an outcast he was…but if she was going to find out, it wasn’t going to be by watching her son get humiliated.

“No, Mom, they don’t bully me,” he lied. “Look at me, I’m huge. They’d be stupid to start anything with me.”

She put her hand on his big arm. He was huge. He was a senior in high school and already six-foot-three and over two hundred pounds of muscle. A lot of his time was spent working out with some old weights his brother’d left in the basement. It helped clear his head and it was how he got rid of the aggression that built up throughout the day. “But you’d never hurt anyone, and they can probably sense that. Steve, please talk to me.”

“I am talking to you, Mom. Things are okay. Mostly they leave me alone, but I’m different from them, you know that. I’m not even a little bit popular. I know this is a joke and I’d rather just stay home and skip the humiliation, okay?”

She nodded. “Of course. I’d never want to see you hurt like that. But please promise me you’ll let me know if there’s more going on, okay? I just get the feeling…”

“Nothing more is going on, Mom, really.” The phone began to ring, and he was relieved when his mom got up to answer it. They had a home phone and she had a cell phone, but Steve didn’t have one now. He had…he’d had a phone that his mother probably worked forty hours of overtime to buy for him. It had been tossed in the toilet at school by some of those kids who “didn’t” bully him. His best friend had kicked the guy’s ass and gotten suspended from school for three days because of it. Steve was called a coward by everyone else for not fighting for himself. He wasn’t a coward. He was afraid, though. He was afraid that if he threw that first punch, he wouldn’t be able to stop. He was afraid of killing someone.

His mother appeared in the doorway a few seconds later and said, “That was the school principal, Mr. Gamble.”

“What did he want?” Gamble was old money and he looked down on Steve as much as the other kids did. As part of his scholarship agreement, Steve had to work in the school office ten hours a week. Between that and the two-hour bus ride each way, he wasn’t even able to get a job after school and help his mother out. He couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of that school and out of New York, away from all the hateful, snobby people.

She sat down next to him again and she looked like she was going to cry. Laying her head over on his big shoulder she said, “You are so good. You know that? No matter what anyone tells you, you’re pure goodness, and if they treat you badly it’s because they’re jealous of your intelligence and your heart…”

“Mom, I love that you’re trying not to hurt me, but I’m a big boy. Just give it to me straight…what did he say?”

“The girl…the one who was supposed to be homecoming queen…she told the principal that you’ve made inappropriate advances toward her, and she wasn’t comfortable being queen to your kind.” Before Steve could say anything she quickly said, “I know it’s a lie. I told him, that’s not you. He said that without proof he couldn’t really punish you in any way…it’s a ‘he said, she said’ situation. But in light of what she did say, he had to disqualify you from being homecoming king.”

Steve’s chest burned with…hate, maybe? He wasn’t sure what the feeling was. For the longest time, he thought he was in love with one of his best friends, but when he figured out his two best friends were in love with each other, he promised himself he’d never do anything about that. Then, all of a sudden one of the prettiest, smartest girls at school started paying attention to him. He’d been suspicious at first, but she’d hung out with him and his friends more than once, and he had begun to believe she was serious about wanting to date him. Surprisingly, she invited him to her sister’s wedding. It was a huge affair that made him sick to his stomach, but at the same time he couldn’t remember ever being happier…because he was with Daria.

Also, surprisingly however, Daria drank at her sister’s wedding…a lot. No one seemed to notice the seventeen-year-old girl finishing off everyone’s wine, or champagne, or even their hard liquor except for Steve. He didn’t want to lecture her on their first date, however, so he kept his mouth shut too…until she took him up to her room on the floor that the entire family had rented in the hotel for the occasion. She started kissing him, and it was amazing. His teenage hormones were raging, and he wanted nothing more than to have sex with the beautiful girl. But she was drunk, and he knew that would be wrong. He’d never want to take advantage of her. When she started undressing and he told her to stop…she freaked out. She even threw things at him and told him he would be sorry. How dare a guy like him turn down a girl like her?

In the past, she had never been one of the group of kids who picked on him. But after that night, she was true to her word…and it was another reason why he was sure the homecoming king thing was a joke. They probably knew he wouldn’t show up. He was smarter than that…so this had been their back-up plan. She made him look like a predator when all he’d been trying to do was conserve her dignity. So yeah, maybe it was hate he was feeling…or maybe it was love, flowing out of his heart and turning into acid in his veins. Maybe love was going to be as elusive to him as it had always been for his poor mother. Maybe he was just that unlovable.
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I enjoyed reading Sledge and Daria’s story. Daria really liked Sledge in high school but when he didn’t take advantage of her while she was drunk she joined the rest of their classmates and tried to make his life horrible. I’m glad she owned up to her mistake and I thought she turned out to be such a sweetheart. Sledge was so blunt and to the point but I loved him! This was a good addition to the series and I can’t wait to read more!


Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.

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•Release Tour/Review• Maverick by Lily Atlas!

Title: Maverick
Series: Hell’s Handlers MC
Author: Lilly Atlas
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2018
Stephanie Little firmly believes the world exists in two states: right and wrong, good and evil, unlawful and law-abiding. She chose her side the moment she joined the FBI and pledged to rid the world of as many criminals as possible.

Maverick is everything Stephanie isn’t: inked, pierced, flirty, masculine as sin, but most of all, an outlaw. When corruption in Stephanie’s crime-fighting world lands her in the clutches of a dangerous gangster, Maverick is there to keep her sane and battle for her protection. 
With Stephanie’s neat existence so turned around that she can no longer distinguish the good from the evil, she finds herself thrust into a world so gray she can’t see three feet in front of her face. To survive the confusion, she turns to the only person who keeps her grounded—the sexy outlaw who melts her heart and weakens her knees.
But law enforcement and criminals can never mix. Not in the way her body and heart are begging for. At some point, someone is going to learn her secret, and when that happens, her fierce protector could become her greatest enemy.
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Omg I love this book! The drama, suspense and the steamy scenes! Maverick is a biker and Stephanie is a cop with a clear view of right and wrong. They both end up being kidnapped by the same group of jerks and try to talk each other through the situation. By the time they’re rescued Maverick is already staking a claim. It was too cute! Maverick and Stephanie were so hot! I just loved them. I enjoyed this book and definitely recommend if you enjoy a good M.C. romance!

The world existed in two states: right and wrong.
At least that’s how Stephanie Little had always seen it.
A clear, divisive line separating saints and sinners kept life manageable.
Good and evil.
Truth and lies.
Rule followers and rule breakers.
Criminals and law-abiding citizens.
All the murky gray areas and half-truths were just excuses and loopholes for people who weren’t willing to make the right choices.
After careful consideration, Stephanie always made the right choice or at least she tried to. And if she didn’t, she owned it and faced the consequences of her actions.
The split between right and wrong was what drew her to law enforcement straight out of high-school. Well, that and the fact that she grew up with the police chief for a father.
Born and raised in Pittsburg, she’d hardcore hero worshiped her father through her childhood. He’d received countless commendations for his life-saving work reducing the murder and crime rates in their city.
Stephanie had wanted that. Craved the opportunity to leave that kind of mark on the world. Rid the planet of some darkness and inject good back for those who deserved it. Those who followed the rules and lived in the light.
So, at twenty-one, with a shiny new criminal justice degree, she’d joined the police academy. Dreams of confiscating drugs, saving kidnapped children, and locking up murders powered her to the top of her class.
On the eve of graduation, her father showed up at the apartment she shared with another female cadet. In a matter of twenty minutes, he’d shattered Stephanie’s perfectly compartmentalized world.
“Steppy,” he’d said in the way her younger brother used to say her name. Jake had trouble with the F sound until he was four, but by then the name stuck and she’d been Steppy to her family from then on. “I know you’re excited to graduate and eager to dive into your first position with the PPD, but I need to tell you something important.”
She’d frowned and leaned her head on her father’s broad shoulder. “What’s that, Dad?”
“The world doesn’t always work the way you think it does, Step. You see black and you see white. Well, honey, in the real world, those colors don’t even exist. It’s all a grayscale. You need to know that, really know it, in order to survive the life you chose for yourself. There may be things you’re called on to do that don’t fit neatly into the boxes you’ve created.”
That conversation was the beginning of the end of her relationship with her father. She’d smiled, nodded, and told him what he wanted to hear, but rolled her eyes the moment he left. He was older, nearing retirement, out of touch with the way the world worked.
Such youthful arrogance and ignorance.
But Stephanie managed to hold on to her ideals through her first year on the force. Even when her father lost his position in a shameful bribery scandal that earned him fifteen years in prison, she hadn’t budged.
He’d done the crime, he deserved the time.
Then, somehow, she made it through two years working for the FBI before her perfectly divided world was smashed to bits. And it wasn’t smashed with a sledgehammer either. No, a damn wrecking ball in the form on an undercover assignment crashed through the glass house she lived in, launching millions of sharp shards at her delicate skin.
And it hurt.
God, did it hurt.
“One more chance, bitch. What the fuck are you doin’ here?” some dead-eyed brute asked her about five seconds after his fist connected with her face.
For the second time.
The second punch disoriented her for a second. Long enough to lose her sense of upright and meet the ground.
On all fours, with palms and knees throbbing from the bits of gravel and dirt embedded in the skin, Stephanie spit out blood that had pooled in her mouth from the split lip. “Hiking,” she said, the sound a bit muffled from her swollen lip. “Got lost.”
And…damn…who knew talking with a split lip would hurt so damn much. Tears pooled in her eyes, but she’d rather die than let one of those suckers slip free. She wasn’t the toughest of chicks out there…physically at least. A few arrests during her time as a beat cop had resulted in physical altercations with bumps and bruising. She’d always put on a tough mask in front of her fellow cops but bawled like a baby in the privacy of her own home.
Dead-eyes threw back his head and laughed before looking at his buddy, a guy so overweight, Stephanie was pretty sure she could outrun him even if they broke both her legs. “You believe this bitch, Top?” he asked the larger man.
Top grunted and shook his head, his many chins wobbling like Jello. “Fuck no. No reason for a bitch to be hiking out here, Shark. Ain’t even any fuckin’ trails.”
Like he would know?
Stephanie bit back the smart-assed remark on the tip of her tongue. Silence was her best bet. Plus, this little gangbanger pow-wow gave her a second to reorient and breath through the pain.
“What about you, King? You believe her?” The man called Shark asked the man on his right and Stephanie held her breath.
This was it. Her way out. Sure, there’d be hell to pay later for the rookie-level mistake of getting busted snooping in the woods outside their compound, but she’d take an ass chewing form her boos over being beat to shit or worse by pissed off gang members.
All her partner, Eric, or King to these pieces of shit had to say was that he believed her. Saw her tromping around like an idiot. Spotted her looking lost and stupid in the woods. He could volunteer to drop her somewhere and scare the piss out of her so she wouldn’t talk.
Shark and the Top dude were scary as fuck and she wanted gone in the worst way.
“No I don’t fuckin’ believe this, bitch,” King said, lifting his military grade rifle and stomping forward until the weapon was pressed dead center against her forehead. “I say we just waste her now. Bury her and get back to those bitches we left naked and needy.”
What. The. Fuck.
Stephanie had never worked so hard in her life as she did to keep the shock off her face and the vile words in her mouth.
Calm down.
King wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be. Her partner was a veteran FBI agent for crying out loud. There had to be a plan to get her out bouncing around in his head.
That knowledge helped her relax despite the fact one twitch of King’s finger would splatter her brains all over the Tennessee woods.
“Nah,” Shark said. “Where’s the fun in that? Let’s take her with us. A few hours hanging with the boys and she’ll be ready to talk.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She stared hard into King’s eyes trying to send him a mental message. This was as bad for him as it was for her. They’d torture her for information and she’d crack.
Everyone cracked.
Especially if they had zilch training in enduring torture.
“Who gives a fuck why she’s here? Let me kill her and be fuckin done with it.”
Stephanie was in serious danger of puking all over the forest floor. As she stared at her partner of two years, the partner who taught her everything she knew about working for the FBI, the partner who teased her endlessly for her opinions on the black and white nature of the world, his lips quirked.
And she knew.
There were no fucking shades of gray.
She’d been right all along.
Only black. Only white.
And King had officially been swallowed by the darkness.
He’d always told her working undercover would change her view of the world. That undercover agents often had to live the life of a criminal and learn to deal with living in the shadows for the sake of doing good. But this wasn’t a case of doing what he had to maintain cover. This was a monster who wore human skin for a time and managed to fool even the most skeptical.
“What the fuck did I say, King?” Shark asked. “I want her at the compound. You can kill her eventually, but it’s been a shit week. The boys need some fun first.”
Stephanie swallowed. Boys? Fun?
There weren’t too many ways to interpret that.
The gun fell away from her head and she sat back on her heels.
Why? What was so appealing about this lifestyle that a decorated FBI agent would do a one-eighty and betray everything he once stood for.
Money?
Frustration with the system?
Sticking it to the man?
It seemed too dramatic to be making a point.
The ultimate hissy fit.
“Let’s roll,” Shark said, turning on his heel and strolling toward the building she could see through the trees in the distance.
The fat one leered at her for a second more before waddling after his master like an overfed but well-trained dog.
Somewhat alone with her partner, Stephanie rose to her feet. Whatever was about to happen, it would happen while she was on her knees in front of him. He’d have to look her full in the eye. For one second, she had the insane urge to call out to Shark. To yell as loud as she could and let the scumbag know his precious King was an undercover FBI agent.
It wouldn’t matter if he pledged his loyalty to Shark forever. He’d be killed. That’s how it worked with gangs.
Nothing less than he deserved at that moment.
But she didn’t give into that urge. Because it would be wrong.
And she always chose right.
“Why?” she whispered when Shark was out of earshot.
King grunted and shook his head. “So fucking naïve, Stephanie. You always have been. It’s all gray out here.”
No. She refused to believe it. This situation was clearly not on any gray spectrum. King was evil. Plain and simple.
“No, Eric, I’m not naïve. But you sure are a fucking traitor.”
“You’ll never get it. And you’ll never survive this world. Wake the fuck up,” King said as he thrust his right arm forward and rammed the butt of his rifle into her head.
His murderous expression was the last thing she saw before her vision blacked.
Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.
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•Release Tour/Review• Bruf: Out Of The Darkness by Jessie Cooke

Title: Bruf: Out of the Darkness
Series: Westside Skulls MC
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 31, 2018
Growing up wasn’t easy for Bruf. At ten years old he watched his parent’s be murdered. From there, he spent time in foster care…and then in the care of his much older brother. Being with family should have been preferable to foster care, but when your brother is the leader of the largest White Supremacist group in the state, life can get pretty confusing…and dangerous, especially for a teenager who falls in love with a mixed-race girl. His brother made that relationship impossible, so Bruf escaped as quickly as he could to the security of the United States Army. At home on leave, Bruf encounters the wrath of his anti-government brother and his crew and that leads him to a new discovery…The Westside Skulls. It’s been a decade since Bruf joined up with them and life has been good. But when circumstances dictate that Bruf reconnect with his brother, things begin to go sideways…and of course, falling in love with the club president’s sister Sabrina didn’t do him any favors either. 

Sabrina left California to travel to Haiti with a group of doctor’s who dedicate their time and skills to people in need. While believing in the cause, her motivation was more about putting distance between herself, and the man she was in love with. Sabrina wants Bruf, and she knows he wants her, but his loyalty to her brother is like a brick wall that she knows she can’t penetrate…so she has to move on.

When she returns to California over a year later, an almost married woman with an explosive secret, things heat up in more ways than one. Ride along with The Westside Skulls and see how this gruff, sexy, loyal, sergeant-at-arms fares in both love and war.


Book 3 in the Westside Skulls MC Series. 
This is a Standalone Romance Novel but characters from the previous novels, Wolf Prequel and Wolf 2, are in this story, and will appear in future books in the series. 
HEA and No cliffhanger. 
Intended for Mature Readers.

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The Westside Skulls MC Series is about members of the MC club, their friends and associates. 
Each story, while focused around one main character, is not necessarily about a Westside Skulls club member, but the story is related to Skulls members and the club.

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Dang this book was good! I loved Sabrina instantly even though I felt like she was letting her best friend and “fiancé” get away with too much. Bruf won me over halfway through the book but he turned out to be a sweetheart and I loved it lol. I can’t wait to see what happens next!

“So, are we finally going to talk about this?”

Wolf was staring at Bruf in the intimidating way that he didn’t even realize he had about him. Bruf didn’t want to talk about it. He’d gone most of his life not talking about it, and he’d even made up some stupid-ass story about his father being in the service and the family being stationed in England when he was born. That story was what he told the kids at school when he finally started at the age of ten years old…barely able to read and write at a kindergarten level. The other kids accepted that he was behind because he was a foreigner, and he didn’t get the same kind of torture he might have if he were just “slow” or if they knew the real story. His brother never went to school, and had his parents lived, Bruf wouldn’t have either.

At times he was able to go days or even weeks without thinking about the past. As he got older, it hurt less, and the rage that consumed him when he thought about his parents had begun to lessen. But since Wolf was cleared of murder charges thanks to the efforts of his brother…the General, aka Commander in Chief of the Brotherhood of the White Owls…he supposed he wasn’t going to be able to get out of talking about it any longer. The last time he talked about it was with Coyote, when he was eighteen years old and wanted nothing more in his life than to become a prospect for the Westside Skulls.

Bruf sat in the chair across from Wolf’s desk in the clubhouse office and stretched his long legs out in front of him. He sat there silently for a few minutes and then drew up his legs, rested his elbows on his knees, and rubbed his face like he was trying to wake himself up. “What do you want to know?”

Wolf cocked an eyebrow at him, folded his arms and said, “How about you just start at the beginning…”

Bruf chuckled and said, “Okay, in 1990 a child was born…”

“Spare me the smartass.”

“Sorry, Boss.” He sighed. “I hate this shit. My parents were…different. They lived off the grid, paranoid about everything…the government, school, fucking everything. My brother was ten years old when I was born. He was the only child for a long time. He grew up in the fog of all the pot they were smoking and acid they were dropping. It sounds bad, and I guess it was, but the thing is, they really weren’t bad people. They weren’t mean, and they loved us. Some people just aren’t cut out to be parents, and there were no two people that were cut out for it less than mine. The thing was, they were just scared of life and confused about how to integrate into society. I’m sure all the drugs didn’t help, but that was how they coped. We lived up in the mountains around Squaw Valley and my brother spent most of his time just running free in the woods. He was wild, like he’d been raised by wolves. By the time I came along, our parents had aged, and calmed down some. They’d stopped using the hard drugs, but they still supported us by growing some good weed, and they were smoking plenty of it. It was ultimately what killed them.”

He stopped talking. That was the easy part of the story. He had to delve down deep to get the rest out. Before he started talking again Wolf said, “Weed killed them?”

“Sort of. My dad invented this solar panel watering system for their greenhouse. It was revolutionary, really…if he’d sold it, they would have been rich. The weed grew something like three times faster than normal, and Mom and me, and sometimes my brother when he was around, would harvest and package it when it was ready. Dad would take it down the hill and sell it. I never knew who he sold it to, but one day, they followed him home. And that night, the whole crew showed up with a van and started emptying out the greenhouse. Dad got up in time to catch them loading the last of the plants. My parents were hippies and even though they didn’t trust anyone, they were very nonviolent. They didn’t have a gun and to this day I don’t know what he was thinking. He confronted them, unarmed, and they shot him…in the face. Mom ran out screaming and they shot her too. They never saw me, or I’m sure they would have killed me as well.”

“Oh fuck, brother, I’m sorry.” Wolf had a deep crease between his brows and it was evident that his heart hurt for his sergeant at arms. That was exactly what Bruf didn’t want. He didn’t want sympathy. He didn’t want anyone feeling sorry for him. Despite the way he’d been raised and what he’d seen that night, he had managed to grow up, do a short stint in the army, and find a home with the Skulls. He was content with his life, for the most part.

“Thanks,” Bruf said. “It was a long time ago.”

“How old were you?”

“About nine. I sat there with their bodies until my brother showed back up three days later. I told him we should call somebody, but he was as paranoid, if not more so, as they were. We dug two holes…”

“Ah Jesus…fuck, man…I’m sorry I made you talk about this…”

Bruf waved him off. “It’s okay, I should have told you a long time ago. We buried them and then my brother sat me down and made me tell him everything I saw. It wasn’t much. There were five guys, they were all black, and they were wearing red bandannas underneath their ball caps, and red or white t-shirts…My brother took that, and his paranoia warped further into a racist hate. He gathered his friends, all a bunch of mountain people and of the same mind as he was, and they went looking for these guys. Back in the 90s the gangs in Fresno were bad. I heard there were something like thirty-two gangs at that time…well, you lived it; the MC was right in the middle of a lot of those turf wars.”

Wolf nodded. “Yeah, there were something like six to seven hundred gang members back in the 90s and that’s not counting us.”

Bruf winked and grinned. “That’s because we’re a club, not a gang.”

“Damn straight,” Wolf said with a smile.

Bruf’s smile fell then and he said:

“My brother lost it. He started killing black guys…any black guy he saw dressed in red, whether he was a gang-banger or not. His friends were like a little militia and they backed him up and did some killing of their own. Ediger…”

“Is that his first name?” Wolf interrupted. “I’m sorry, this whole time I thought it was his last name.”

“Yeah, he just goes by ‘Ediger’ now…thinks he’s too fucking famous for a last name. Anyways, Ediger and a few of the guys got arrested one night. They got picked up on a routine traffic stop with a lot of drugs on them and automatic weapons and shit. He did time and I ended up in the foster care system. By the time he got out, I was sixteen, and he had built one hell of a following. He took me out of the foster home and out of school. We moved up to this big-ass piece of land way up in the Sierras. Ediger said it was his, that he’d bought it. I had no idea where or how he came up with the money to buy a piece of real estate like that but he kind of scared me back then, so I didn’t ask. For a couple of years, I played the role of the general’s brother. They taught me how to shoot to kill, how to wire explosives, grow my own food…and a lot of other things you can only imagine. Ediger wasn’t happy when I joined the army…and that’s putting it mildly. I ran off and did it, without telling him, but the first time I came home on leave…well, let’s just say I was lucky to still be breathing when they got done with me.”

“Your brother let them beat you up?”

Bruf chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “Hell, Ediger never has anyone do anything he’s not willing to do himself. He got in some of the better shots. They dumped me behind the recruiting office in town and left me there, either for dead or to be found. I was found, spent about a month in the hospital, and got a medical discharge from the army. I was out about two days when I met Coyote and some of the guys at Spirits one night. Coyote and I played a few rounds of pool and I just remember thinking that maybe the MC life was my calling. They were anti-government involvement in their lives, but not so paranoid that they couldn’t function in society. They grouped together by race but weren’t so bigoted that they couldn’t tolerate another race. It was some of what I was taught, but much milder.

“That night I told Coyote my story and he invited me to the clubhouse. I think that next day was when I met you…and you know the rest of my story. As far as my brother and that mess up there goes, their goal is to become independent of the government and society…but Ediger hasn’t figured out quite how to cut the rest of the world off completely yet. Sometimes I think about Jim Jones and Guyana when I talk to my brother. That crazy preacher got those people to drink the Kool-Aid because he knew they’d never be able to escape completely any other way. My brother is smart, practically a genius…but his fuse is about a millimeter long and if it gets lit, look out, because there’s gonna be one hell of an explosion.”

“They ever get any of them for the gang murders? I was just a kid, but I seem to remember when all that was going on…the gang wars…Coyote had the club lying low during that time.”

“Nah, never could pin anything on any of them. They’ve had them on all the watch lists for years, but haven’t ever been able to get them on anything; it’s why that DA got so excited at the idea you might have been able to get something on them.”

“So why did your brother help? I mean, he has to know that…how bad she wants them, right?”

Bruf nodded. “He said he’d give me that information…and then I’d owe him something in return.”

“Fuck,” Wolf said, running his hand through his beard. “Brother or not, that’s not a guy I’d want to be indebted to.”

Bruf laughed softly again and said, “Me neither, and he’s my own blood.”

“You should have told me that before I accepted the deal.”

“Nah, because then you wouldn’t have accepted.”

“Damn right. I wasn’t lookin’ to make any trouble for you.”

“And you didn’t. I’ll weigh whatever favor Ediger ends up asking me for, before I agree to his terms, or make any kind of decision…and I’ll run it by you first, Boss. It could be years before he comes up with something.” Wolf looked worried, but he nodded and said:

“Did they ever get the right guys? The ones that killed your parents?”

“They got one of them, the one that shot our dad. The other one, the one that killed Mom…he’s still out there.”

“Can I ask how you know that for sure?”

“Because he had a tattoo of a bulldog on his neck. I saw it plain as day the night he killed her…and then I saw it again, just a few weeks ago.”

Wolf raised an eyebrow but waited for Bruf to go on. When he didn’t, Wolf finally asked him, “Did you tell your brother you saw him?”

Bruf shook his head, slowly and then with an intense look of his own he said, “No. That one’s mine.”


Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.

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Rebel Heart by LK Farlow •ARC Review•

Title: Rebel Heart
Author: LK Farlow
Genre: New Adult/RomCom Standalone
Release Date: July 26, 2018
Cover Designer: Jersey Girl Designs

She wants to see him get wild and he thinks she needs Jesus.

When AJ Adams is coerced into tutoring Brock Larson, she can’t help but wonder what she’s done to deserve such an epic punishment. He’s the very definition of an All-American good boy—and a total kiss ass. He’s the perfect son, the perfect student, and according to rumor, by far the best golfer the university has ever seen. Puh-lease. If he’s so perfect, why does he need tutoring?

With his British Literature grade circling the drain, Brock knows he needs help. But when he meets his tutor, he can’t believe his friggin’ luck. Abby Jane no longer resembles the childhood best friend he used to play hide and seek with. No, she’s all attitude and pink hair and tattoos. Oh, and she hates him, so that’s a plus.

Brock and AJ couldn’t clash more and antagonizing one another is just too easy. But, as they spend more time together, the lines begin to blur, leading them to realize they have more in common than what meets the eye.

Hate. Lust. Love. They all look the same when you’re in denial, and everyone knows you can’t control your rebel heart.
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Just gonna say it…I hate golf😂😂😂😂 besides that this book was awesome and I didn’t want it to end! Once I started reading I couldn’t stop it’s well written and the characters have amazing chemistry! I absolutely loved Aj and Brock! Aj is so lovable and Brock is such a sweetheart! This was such a sweet romance and I definitely recommend it!

“Rebel Heart has spunk unlike anything we have seen from LK Farlow yet!” -HEA Novel Thoughts


“Rebel Heart was a fun and sweet enemies to lovers romance that made me smile and swoon all at once. AJ and Brock have amazing chemistry and their banter is spot on.” -Andrea Johnston


“Rebel Heart has got to be LK Farlow’s best story to date and although all of her past releases have been beyond incredible, nothing can compare to how this story made me feel!” -Whoo Gives a Hoot

LK Farlow (A.K.A Kate) is a small town girl with a love for words. She’s been writing stories and poems for as long she can remember. A Southern girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LA—that’s Lower Alabama, y’all—with her amazing husband and three wonderful children. When she’s not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching nature documentaries while she crochets or with her nose in a book. All Kate really wants in this life is her family happy, strong coffee, a good book and more Happily Ever After’s.


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