Release Boost: Love In The Wild By Emma Castle

Title: Love in the Wild
A Tarzan Retelling
Author: Emma Castle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 28, 2020
BLURB
A Sensual, Powerful, And Thought Provoking Tarzan Retelling 

Eden Matthews stumbled upon the discovery of a lifetime while photographing wildlife in the deep in the heart of Africa… 
A gorgeous god of a man living in the wilds of the African jungle among a family of gorillas… 
When he saves her life she’s compelled to uncover the man’s tragic past and the fate which led him to grow up in the wild. 
But Eden soon learns she can take man from the wild, but she can’t take the wild out of the man… 
When her savage savior soon shows her just want he wants of her…her sensual surrender, she finds she can’t resist him teaching her how to love…in the wild.
PURCHASE LINKS
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
EXCERPT
Screams. Gunshots. A mighty roar. Deafening silence. 

Eden jerked awake as the nightmares broke through her sleep. She gasped when she found herself unable to move. Was this another nightmare? She glanced wildly around the room, trying to make sense of where she was, and found herself staring into the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. The mud-streaked face from her nightmares was real. 
She gasped again and tried to pull away. He held tight a moment before loosening his grip, clear disappointment in his eyes. 
Eden scrambled back, and something behind her tumbled across the floor. He sat up and moved around her to collect whatever it was she had disrupted. In the gray light of early morning, she saw him put pieces of skinned mango on a leaf that was bigger than his two hands cupped together. 
He grunted, chuffed, and even whistled at her as he held out the mangoes. Eden stared at the food, her stomach grumbling on cue at the sight of the fruit. His mouth curved into a smile, and he nodded to her in encouragement. She reached across the space between them and took a mango, trying not to stare at him. Much of the thick mud from earlier had fallen away to expose his body to her view, but his face was still darkened with it, making it hard to fully see his features aside from those wildly blue eyes. 
The trauma of yesterday was still in the back of her mind, but she could now focus on her mysterious savior, this wild and strange forest god. And a god he was. There was a mighty strength to his limbs, and he had a noble bearing that held her fascinated—and more than a little frightened. She was helpless against this man. If he desired it, he could take whatever he wished from her. Yet he gazed upon her with gentle eyes and offered her mangoes. 
She took another piece of fruit and was floored by the devastating effect his responding smile had on her stomach, which suddenly filled with butterflies. 
“Thank you,” she said, only she felt silly doing so, since it was obvious he didn’t understand her. She bit into the fruit and sighed at the sweet taste. He watched her eat two more pieces before he finally ate one himself. Then he reached for something on the floor and held it out to her. 
Midday sunlight caught on the bright gold of a long necklace. It was an ancient-looking necklace with a huge diamond pendant hanging from the center. 
“Oh my God . . .” 
She was almost afraid to touch it, but he pushed it into her hands before she could refuse him. He curled her fingers around the necklace and patted her closed hands with a tenderness that left her feeling breathless. 
“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” She stared at the necklace, and he watched her expectantly. Eden did the only thing she could think of and put the necklace on. He grunted and smiled, as if satisfied with her reaction, and then he opened the trapdoor in the center of the room. He turned, exposing his back to her, and pointed at himself. 
It looked like she was going for another ride. She climbed onto his back, more aware than ever of the heat of his body between her thighs, but the dried mud that coated his body was staining her clothes, and she prayed she could find her way to a river or stream or even a pond to get washed up. 
He began the descent, and when their feet touched the ground, he let her off his back. The wild man held out a hand to her, and she took it. It was strange to feel connected to this nameless mystery man, but Eden was beginning to trust him as he led her through the jungle. Besides, what choice did she have? 
After about half an hour, at least by Eden’s guess, she heard the roar of a waterfall and her heart leapt. She might be able to clean herself off and get something to drink. She glanced back down at herself and cringed at the mud and blood staining her clothes. 
The wild man took her straight to a large pool at the base of the waterfall, which poured over a mountainous area nearly two stories tall. The sight was breathtaking. The waterfall was as clear as glass, cascading into a frothy whiteness that settled into gentle ripples across a wide pool that was clear as the sky above. 
“Is it safe?” she asked as the man took her to the edge of the water. “I know you can’t understand me, but—” 
He turned to face her, his gaze solemn and his lips parted as he whispered one word. “Safe.” 
It was almost a hoarse grunt, as though he hadn’t spoken in ages, perhaps ever. Yet she recognized that word, and her world spun as she realized that she might have a chance to communicate with this man. 
“You know English?” 
He nodded uncertainly. 
“How much can you speak?” 
He held up his hands and shrank them together in the air. 
“Okay, how much can you understand?” 
His hands widened apart. 
A flood of questions filled Eden’s mind, but right now she had to focus on more pressing needs. The kind that pressed against her bladder. 
“I need to use the . . . Wait, you probably don’t understand what a restroom is. I need . . . privacy?” As embarrassing as it was, she squatted down, miming her intentions. 
He nodded toward a clump of trees. 
“Stay close,” he said in a hoarse whisper. 
Eden went over to the bushes and did what needed to be done before she rejoined him at the water’s edge. 
“Is it deep? I can swim. I’m just worried.” 
“Deep, yes. Safe.” He removed the gold leaf crown from his head and set it down in the grass. Then, without warning, he untied the strips of leather that held his loincloth on and dove into the pool. 
Eden had a brief but glorious glimpse of his muscled ass as he disappeared into the water. A cloud of mud circled around where he had vanished, sullying the pretty blue water. Eden waited for him to come up, wondering what he looked like beneath the layers of mud. But long seconds passed and he didn’t come up. 
Had something happened to him down there? She took off her hiking boots and socks before hastily wading into the water and diving under to search. 
Her heart thundered against her ribs as she dove beneath the surface, trying to find him. She opened her eyes, searching, but all she could see was a blue haze and white bubbles from the waterfall. She surged back up to the surface for air and then shrieked as something curled around her foot and pulled her back under. 
Water covered her head, and she reached down to claw at whatever had grabbed her leg, but it was already gone. She swam back up to the surface with visions of crocodiles and snakes in her head as she sucked in a lungful of air. The water beside her churned, and the wild man’s face appeared. He shook his head, and his long dark hair whipped around his face. He ducked below the water again and came back up, allowing Eden her first glimpse of his face unmarred by mud. 

My God. 
She couldn’t have guessed what lay beneath the heavy coats of mud. The chiseled features of a god matched his muscled form. There was a slight cleft in his chin, and the tan skin of his face made his blue eyes glow even more brilliantly. It was difficult to look away from his face. Dark shapes colored his shoulders. Tattoos? They looked tribal in design. She’d never been into tattoos before, but they only added to the mystique of this man. 
He swam slowly around her, his lips curved in a playful smile, then suddenly splashed water at her. Eden gasped and instinctively splashed back at him. He let out a deep, rich laugh that made her melt. They swam and played, not quite touching each other, but close enough that she was aware he was completely naked. Eventually her skin began to prune, and she realized that she was drenched in her only set of clothes. 
Now exhausted, she started to go back to the shore, but the man caught her hand and motioned for her to swim toward the falls. She followed him and blushed to the roots of her hair as he climbed out of the water and onto a small rock ledge, leaving nothing to the imagination. Then he vanished behind the waterfall. She gripped the smooth rocks at the base of the ledge and pulled herself up, finding it easier than she expected. Then she followed him behind the glass-like curtain of water. 
The cave behind the falls was deep and dark, and she could barely see the outline of the wild man ahead of her. 
“Wait! I can’t see.” Her voice echoed all around her despite the roar of the falls behind them. 
A warm hand caught hold of hers, and she was pulled deeper into the darkness before they stopped. Her feet touched something soft. Animal fur? She knelt and touched it. Yes, it was, but what kind she couldn’t tell. Hands touched her shoulders, pulling lightly at her clothes as though to remove them. 
“Wait . . . What?” 
“Too wet,” he said in a low voice. “Animal skins need to dry.” 
“Skins? Oh, my clothes.” She glanced around, not quite able to see him clearly. Maybe it would be okay to take off her clothes in the dark? Eden hesitated a second and then peeled off her clothes, even her panties. 
“Sit,” he urged, and she did, tucking her knees up to cover her body. 
“Hey, do you have a name?” she asked the tall, warm man sharing the darkness with her. 
“Thorne.” 
“Thorne? Just Thorne? No last name?” Eden tried to see his face as he knelt down beside her on the bed of furs. Her heart jumped in nervousness at what he might do next. 
“Son of Keza,” he added quietly. 
“Is Keza your father?” 
“Mother.” The word was spoken with a fierce tenderness. 
“Is she here? Does she live with you?” 
There was a long silence. “No. Thorne left. Thorne see them sometimes.” 
Eden nearly jumped when she felt a hand touch hers. Thorne stroked a fingertip over her knuckles, the gentle touch exploring and soothing rather than threatening. 
“Sleep,” he said in the mantle of darkness. “Thorne protect.” 
Eden knew she shouldn’t lie down in her undressed state, nor should she bury her face in the furs and start to rest. But the makeshift bed was soft against her bare body. It was only late afternoon, but she was indeed tired. She was a little cold, but Thorne soon wrapped the furs around her, and she could smell an inviting masculine scent clinging to them. His scent. Clean man and waterfall with a hint of mango. It was a scent she would dream of for the rest of her life, just as she knew she would dream of this wild forest god.

AUTHOR BIO
Emma Castle has always loved reading but didn’t know she loved romance until she was enduring the trials of law school. She discovered the dark and sexy world of romance novels and since then has never looked back! She loves writing about sexy, alpha male heroes who know just how to seduce women even if they are a bit naughty about it. When Emma’s not writing, she may be obsessing over her favorite show Supernatural where she’s a total Team Dean Winchester kind of girl! Join Emma’s Private Reader Group “Emma Castle’s Crew” here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/429283600812685
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Release Blitz/ARC Review: Love In The Wild by Emma Castle

Title: Love in the Wild
A Tarzan Retelling
Author: Emma Castle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 28, 2020
BLURB
A Sensual, Powerful, And Thought Provoking Tarzan Retelling 

Eden Matthews stumbled upon the discovery of a lifetime while photographing wildlife in the deep in the heart of Africa… 
A gorgeous god of a man living in the wilds of the African jungle among a family of gorillas… 
When he saves her life she’s compelled to uncover the man’s tragic past and the fate which led him to grow up in the wild. 
But Eden soon learns she can take man from the wild, but she can’t take the wild out of the man… 
When her savage savior soon shows her just want he wants of her…her sensual surrender, she finds she can’t resist him teaching her how to love…in the wild.
PURCHASE LINKS
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
EXCERPT
Screams. Gunshots. A mighty roar. Deafening silence. 

Eden jerked awake as the nightmares broke through her sleep. She gasped when she found herself unable to move. Was this another nightmare? She glanced wildly around the room, trying to make sense of where she was, and found herself staring into the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. The mud-streaked face from her nightmares was real. 
She gasped again and tried to pull away. He held tight a moment before loosening his grip, clear disappointment in his eyes. 
Eden scrambled back, and something behind her tumbled across the floor. He sat up and moved around her to collect whatever it was she had disrupted. In the gray light of early morning, she saw him put pieces of skinned mango on a leaf that was bigger than his two hands cupped together. 
He grunted, chuffed, and even whistled at her as he held out the mangoes. Eden stared at the food, her stomach grumbling on cue at the sight of the fruit. His mouth curved into a smile, and he nodded to her in encouragement. She reached across the space between them and took a mango, trying not to stare at him. Much of the thick mud from earlier had fallen away to expose his body to her view, but his face was still darkened with it, making it hard to fully see his features aside from those wildly blue eyes. 
The trauma of yesterday was still in the back of her mind, but she could now focus on her mysterious savior, this wild and strange forest god. And a god he was. There was a mighty strength to his limbs, and he had a noble bearing that held her fascinated—and more than a little frightened. She was helpless against this man. If he desired it, he could take whatever he wished from her. Yet he gazed upon her with gentle eyes and offered her mangoes. 
She took another piece of fruit and was floored by the devastating effect his responding smile had on her stomach, which suddenly filled with butterflies. 
“Thank you,” she said, only she felt silly doing so, since it was obvious he didn’t understand her. She bit into the fruit and sighed at the sweet taste. He watched her eat two more pieces before he finally ate one himself. Then he reached for something on the floor and held it out to her. 
Midday sunlight caught on the bright gold of a long necklace. It was an ancient-looking necklace with a huge diamond pendant hanging from the center. 
“Oh my God . . .” 
She was almost afraid to touch it, but he pushed it into her hands before she could refuse him. He curled her fingers around the necklace and patted her closed hands with a tenderness that left her feeling breathless. 
“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” She stared at the necklace, and he watched her expectantly. Eden did the only thing she could think of and put the necklace on. He grunted and smiled, as if satisfied with her reaction, and then he opened the trapdoor in the center of the room. He turned, exposing his back to her, and pointed at himself. 
It looked like she was going for another ride. She climbed onto his back, more aware than ever of the heat of his body between her thighs, but the dried mud that coated his body was staining her clothes, and she prayed she could find her way to a river or stream or even a pond to get washed up. 
He began the descent, and when their feet touched the ground, he let her off his back. The wild man held out a hand to her, and she took it. It was strange to feel connected to this nameless mystery man, but Eden was beginning to trust him as he led her through the jungle. Besides, what choice did she have? 
After about half an hour, at least by Eden’s guess, she heard the roar of a waterfall and her heart leapt. She might be able to clean herself off and get something to drink. She glanced back down at herself and cringed at the mud and blood staining her clothes. 
The wild man took her straight to a large pool at the base of the waterfall, which poured over a mountainous area nearly two stories tall. The sight was breathtaking. The waterfall was as clear as glass, cascading into a frothy whiteness that settled into gentle ripples across a wide pool that was clear as the sky above. 
“Is it safe?” she asked as the man took her to the edge of the water. “I know you can’t understand me, but—” 
He turned to face her, his gaze solemn and his lips parted as he whispered one word. “Safe.” 
It was almost a hoarse grunt, as though he hadn’t spoken in ages, perhaps ever. Yet she recognized that word, and her world spun as she realized that she might have a chance to communicate with this man. 
“You know English?” 
He nodded uncertainly. 
“How much can you speak?” 
He held up his hands and shrank them together in the air. 
“Okay, how much can you understand?” 
His hands widened apart. 
A flood of questions filled Eden’s mind, but right now she had to focus on more pressing needs. The kind that pressed against her bladder. 
“I need to use the . . . Wait, you probably don’t understand what a restroom is. I need . . . privacy?” As embarrassing as it was, she squatted down, miming her intentions. 
He nodded toward a clump of trees. 
“Stay close,” he said in a hoarse whisper. 
Eden went over to the bushes and did what needed to be done before she rejoined him at the water’s edge. 
“Is it deep? I can swim. I’m just worried.” 
“Deep, yes. Safe.” He removed the gold leaf crown from his head and set it down in the grass. Then, without warning, he untied the strips of leather that held his loincloth on and dove into the pool. 
Eden had a brief but glorious glimpse of his muscled ass as he disappeared into the water. A cloud of mud circled around where he had vanished, sullying the pretty blue water. Eden waited for him to come up, wondering what he looked like beneath the layers of mud. But long seconds passed and he didn’t come up. 
Had something happened to him down there? She took off her hiking boots and socks before hastily wading into the water and diving under to search. 
Her heart thundered against her ribs as she dove beneath the surface, trying to find him. She opened her eyes, searching, but all she could see was a blue haze and white bubbles from the waterfall. She surged back up to the surface for air and then shrieked as something curled around her foot and pulled her back under. 
Water covered her head, and she reached down to claw at whatever had grabbed her leg, but it was already gone. She swam back up to the surface with visions of crocodiles and snakes in her head as she sucked in a lungful of air. The water beside her churned, and the wild man’s face appeared. He shook his head, and his long dark hair whipped around his face. He ducked below the water again and came back up, allowing Eden her first glimpse of his face unmarred by mud. 

My God. 
She couldn’t have guessed what lay beneath the heavy coats of mud. The chiseled features of a god matched his muscled form. There was a slight cleft in his chin, and the tan skin of his face made his blue eyes glow even more brilliantly. It was difficult to look away from his face. Dark shapes colored his shoulders. Tattoos? They looked tribal in design. She’d never been into tattoos before, but they only added to the mystique of this man. 
He swam slowly around her, his lips curved in a playful smile, then suddenly splashed water at her. Eden gasped and instinctively splashed back at him. He let out a deep, rich laugh that made her melt. They swam and played, not quite touching each other, but close enough that she was aware he was completely naked. Eventually her skin began to prune, and she realized that she was drenched in her only set of clothes. 
Now exhausted, she started to go back to the shore, but the man caught her hand and motioned for her to swim toward the falls. She followed him and blushed to the roots of her hair as he climbed out of the water and onto a small rock ledge, leaving nothing to the imagination. Then he vanished behind the waterfall. She gripped the smooth rocks at the base of the ledge and pulled herself up, finding it easier than she expected. Then she followed him behind the glass-like curtain of water. 
The cave behind the falls was deep and dark, and she could barely see the outline of the wild man ahead of her. 
“Wait! I can’t see.” Her voice echoed all around her despite the roar of the falls behind them. 
A warm hand caught hold of hers, and she was pulled deeper into the darkness before they stopped. Her feet touched something soft. Animal fur? She knelt and touched it. Yes, it was, but what kind she couldn’t tell. Hands touched her shoulders, pulling lightly at her clothes as though to remove them. 
“Wait . . . What?” 
“Too wet,” he said in a low voice. “Animal skins need to dry.” 
“Skins? Oh, my clothes.” She glanced around, not quite able to see him clearly. Maybe it would be okay to take off her clothes in the dark? Eden hesitated a second and then peeled off her clothes, even her panties. 
“Sit,” he urged, and she did, tucking her knees up to cover her body. 
“Hey, do you have a name?” she asked the tall, warm man sharing the darkness with her. 
“Thorne.” 
“Thorne? Just Thorne? No last name?” Eden tried to see his face as he knelt down beside her on the bed of furs. Her heart jumped in nervousness at what he might do next. 
“Son of Keza,” he added quietly. 
“Is Keza your father?” 
“Mother.” The word was spoken with a fierce tenderness. 
“Is she here? Does she live with you?” 
There was a long silence. “No. Thorne left. Thorne see them sometimes.” 
Eden nearly jumped when she felt a hand touch hers. Thorne stroked a fingertip over her knuckles, the gentle touch exploring and soothing rather than threatening. 
“Sleep,” he said in the mantle of darkness. “Thorne protect.” 
Eden knew she shouldn’t lie down in her undressed state, nor should she bury her face in the furs and start to rest. But the makeshift bed was soft against her bare body. It was only late afternoon, but she was indeed tired. She was a little cold, but Thorne soon wrapped the furs around her, and she could smell an inviting masculine scent clinging to them. His scent. Clean man and waterfall with a hint of mango. It was a scent she would dream of for the rest of her life, just as she knew she would dream of this wild forest god.
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I really enjoyed this Tarzan retelling!Thorne and Eden’s chemistry is amazing. I enjoyed all the characters. The jungle demands vengeance for a wrong committed against it and Thorne was more than willing to help since the fool decided to touch what was his. This was a sweet but definitely steamy read! I was hooked from beginning to end, I definitely recommend.
AUTHOR BIO
Emma Castle has always loved reading but didn’t know she loved romance until she was enduring the trials of law school. She discovered the dark and sexy world of romance novels and since then has never looked back! She loves writing about sexy, alpha male heroes who know just how to seduce women even if they are a bit naughty about it. When Emma’s not writing, she may be obsessing over her favorite show Supernatural where she’s a total Team Dean Winchester kind of girl! Join Emma’s Private Reader Group “Emma Castle’s Crew” here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/429283600812685
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Release Blitz/ ARC Review: Devrim’s Discipline by Brianna Hale

Title: Devrim’s Discipline

Series: Court of Paravel, Book One
Author: Brianna Hale
Genre: Contemporary Steamy Romance
Release Date: July 28, 2020
Cover Design: Maria @ Steamy Designs

I was imprisoned for twenty-seven years for the crime of defending my King. Now I’m a free man, and I rule the Court of Paravel once more. The lords and ladies, the debutantes, the great and the good of Paravel all answer to me.

And yet, social upstart Wraye Rugova is ruining my life.
Lady Wraye is attempting to use my daughter Aubrey as a springboard into the upper echelons of the court. When I find her in my house trying on Aubrey’s clothes, no amount of pleading will move my ironclad heart. Decades may have passed, but I remember how to punish a disobedient young lady.
She’s deceived everyone with ease, but now she’ll face the hardest ordeal of all. Devrim’s discipline.
This is going to sting.
Author’s note: This book contains a Daddy Dom relationship with a thirty-two-year age-gap.

One of the best Daddy/little girl/age gap romances that’s out on the market! Brianna Hale is a master writer and storyteller of giving her readers a crave-worthy daddy that we can fantasize about long after we have finished the book.” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Goodreads reviewer

The lights flick on, and a cold voice speaks behind me. “How dare you.”
Oh, sugar.
I turn around and see Archduke Devrim Levanter in the doorway. A thrill of fear goes through me. I’d forgotten how striking he looks in his scarlet uniform, tall and powerful and with so much presence that I can feel his displeasure with me. This isn’t just my friend’s father I’ve angered, but the head of the Court of Paravel and the King’s Guard.
I put up my hands. “Before you say anything, Aubrey asked me to tell Viscount Karloff that silly story.”
Levanter just stares at me like I’m the rotten spot on his apple.
I start to back away slowly. “She doesn’t want to marry that man and she didn’t know how to tell you.”
Levanter follows me. “Aubrey would never do such a thing.”
I risk a glance over my shoulder as he’s talking. Rats. There’s no other exit. I could throw myself out of a window, but we’re two floors up. “Maybe you don’t know her as well as you think. When was the last time you talked to her? Really talked to her? Go and ask her yourself and you’ll see I’m telling the truth.”
Instead of leaving, he shuts the door behind him. When he turns back to me his hazel eyes are glimmering with sadistic intent.
He doesn’t want the truth. He just wants to punish me.
“I warned you what would happen if I caught you sneaking around my daughter.”
My breath comes in short pants. “You wouldn’t dare.”
The Archduke smiles wickedly. “Wouldn’t I?”
He strides toward me and I dart around behind the sofa.
He halts, seething with irritation, and then starts around the sofa the other way toward me. I move too, keeping my distance from him. Then I pick up my skirts and flee across the room, taking shelter behind a desk.
The Archduke growls in frustration.
“If you cause a scene, people will gossip about us,” I point out.
His eyes narrow, scheming, calculating. Just waiting for me to put a foot wrong. “No one’s going to know unless you lose your head and start screaming.”
“Then I’ll scream!”
“Go ahead. I rather think your reputation will suffer more than mine.”
My heart pounds wildly in my chest. I glance toward the door as if I’m going to run that way and he steps toward it. Then I snatch up a cushion from a sofa and hurl it at his head.
He ducks, and the cushion sails past him, narrowly missing a vase and falling to the floor. A lock of his thick silver hair falls into his face and he brushes it back.
“Think about your daughter. What would she say if she knew what you were doing right now?”
I can see I’ve said entirely the wrong thing. His face suffuses with anger. “You really will use anyone for your own ends.”
He stalks around the writing desk toward me but I take off. I stop behind the sofa, panting, and he comes to a halt on the other side.
“I know your kind, and you’re a bully,” I say. “You hated me the moment you laid eyes on me and for no good reason. Can’t you just admit that you made a mistake when you assumed I was a thief so we can both move on?”
His eyes are darting everywhere, searching for a new strategy to get to me. “Perhaps you’re not a thief, but you still need to be taught a lesson. If I don’t uphold the sanctity of the Court then the country will come crashing down again.”
“I’m going to single-handedly cause another revolution by being friends with your daughter? Prison has made you paranoid.”
His eyes laser into me with pure hatred.
“Did they beat you in prison? Is that why you think that’s the answer to everything?”
He lunges across the sofa, grabs my wrist and drags me toward him. I wasn’t expecting him to move so quickly, and before I know what’s happening he turns me in his arms and has me pinned against the wall.
I try to free myself but his hands are like iron manacles. Damn, he’s strong. Did he do nothing for twenty-seven years in prison but lift weights?
I stop struggling and glare up at him. “Instead of terrorizing me, you should be trying to get to know your daughter. She’s desperate to get to know you better. Do you want to lose her?”
His face is close and those hazel eyes are blazing into mine. “You don’t know anything about us.”
“I know you don’t listen to her. You don’t talk to her.”
His large hands tighten on my wrists and his jaw flexes. Nice one, Wraye. Make him even angrier. I wait for him to speak, but he just glares down at me.
“Get it over with, then. If you could hurry up and ban me from ever attending a ball, I’ll be on my way.”
“No. The Rugovas are one of the First Families of Paravel. Your presence is required until I tell you otherwise.”
I lick my upper lip, thinking carefully. Maybe I can talk my way out of this. “You must be finding this experience crazy, too. Hurtled from one world into another without feeling in control of anything around you.”
I watch him closely, but he doesn’t react.
“I could help you get closer to Aubrey,” I offer. “Maybe in return you could let me be friends with her.”
Levanter’s eyes narrow. “A bargain, Lady Wraye?”
“If you want to think of it that way.”
He lets go of my wrists and slowly stands back. I let my arms drop to my sides. The Ironclad Archduke can be reasoned with, after all.
In a flash, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me across the room. Instinctively my arms wrap around his neck so I don’t fall. “Hey! Put me down.”
Levanter ignores me. His eyes caress my face as he sits down on a sofa with me in his lap. He shouldn’t be so sexy at fifty-whatever he is. Or rather, he can be this sexy, but I probably shouldn’t be noticing.
“Are you trying to scare me? It’s not working.” It’s rather lovely being held by him like this. He smells so good, and I feel weightless in his arms.
“If you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll think about your offer.”
My eyes widen. “My what?”
“Say, yes Your Grace.”
He means to finish what he started the other day when he had me face down over his lap. This time, there’s no Aubrey to interrupt him. “You’re a bully.”
“If I were a bully, I’d just do it. I’m asking you to take your punishment.”
“But if I don’t say yes then you’ll throw my mother and I out of the Court.”
“I already told you, the Rugovas are required at Court. No one’s being thrown out.”
Yet. He already hinted he had the power to ban us, and what then? “Prison really screwed you up, huh.”
“I’ll thank you not to talk about things you know nothing about,” he says through his teeth.
I watch him carefully, gazing into his hazel eyes. I’ve never been this close to a man before. Is this how they’re supposed to make you feel, small and vulnerable but safe at the same time?
My question is the softest whisper as I gaze at his mouth. “How many times?”
His thick silver hair gleams in the dim light and his strong arms tighten around me. “How many times what?”
“How many times do you…want to spank me?”

“Until I feel that you’re sorry for all the trouble you’ve caused me. My Court. My rules.”

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This was hot! OMG! I’d call Devrim Daddy any day! Devrim struggles to get close to his daughter after missing out on so much of her life. Wraye was able to understand his difficulties and kind of nudge him in the right direction. I loved their chemistry. This was an enjoyable read and I definitely recommend!

There’s nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she’s not writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes that pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures are possible. Brianna lives in London.
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Review: Heart Of Dracula by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

Length: 304 pages

Published: July 1, 2020

Rating:⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Source: Kindle Unlimited

Synopsis

Boston, 1897.

Death comes to the city heralded by a crimson moon and screams in the night. The Vampire King has come to claim the city, unless he can be stopped…

Maxine Parker has lived a solitary life. Not because she wishes to, but because she has no choice. Her empathic ability has rendered it impossible for her to touch anyone without killing them.

But as she is thrust into the middle of a war between the enigmatic and alluring Vampire King and three stalwart hunters, she learns she cannot kill what is already dead.

My thoughts 💭

I really enjoyed this book and I can’t wait for the next one! Vlad the terrifying vampire and Maxine the empath who can’t be touched. Vlad and Maxine are both lonely and find that with each other the loneliness fades. But there’s the hunters who want to end Vlad once and for all and all he wants is his Maxine. I can’t wait to read what’s next!

Cover Reveal: Devrim’s Discipline by Brianna Hale

Title: Devrim’s Discipline

Series: Court of Paravel, Book One
Author: Brianna Hale
Genre: Contemporary Steamy Romance
Release Date: July 28, 2020
Cover Design: Maria @ Steamy Designs
I was imprisoned for twenty-seven years for the crime of defending my King. Now I’m a free man, and I rule the Court of Paravel once more. The lords and ladies, the debutantes, the great and the good of Paravel all answer to me.
And yet, social upstart Wraye Rugova is ruining my life.
Lady Wraye is attempting to use my daughter Aubrey as a springboard into the upper echelons of the court. When I find her in my house trying on Aubrey’s clothes, no amount of pleading will move my ironclad heart. Decades may have passed, but I remember how to punish a disobedient young lady.
She’s deceived everyone with ease, but now she’ll face the hardest ordeal of all. Devrim’s discipline.
This is going to sting.
Author’s note: This book contains a Daddy Dom relationship with a thirty-two-year age-gap.

There’s nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she’s not writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes that pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures are possible. Brianna lives in London.
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Review: Lunchtime Chronicles: Double Dipped by Brooklyn Knight

Length: 95 pages

Published: April 1, 2020

Rating:⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Source: Kindle Unlimited

Synopsis

Trigger

You can run, but you can’t hide from me, mama. The cat and mouse game is what I do for a living: I chase criminals and apprehend them. But you ain’t no criminal, Candy. The only thing you’re guilty of is giving me a taste and expecting it to be enough. I can help you, if you’ll let me. I can clear this mess up – but for the love of God, don’t try and run from me, because one dip in your sensual pool just ain’t enough for this cowboy. I need more. I need it all.

Candy

You say you came to meet up with me and then you reveal the truth: that you’re a bounty hunter and you know my darkest secret. Of course, I’m going to bolt. It doesn’t matter that your rugged cowboy looks and firm hand completely undo me. Thanks to my traumatic past, I can’t trust you! Don’t look for me, Trigger, and definitely don’t come to back to Atlanta for me. You took one dip and I survived; but if you double dip, there’s no way I’ll be able to resist you.

My thoughts 💭

I liked this book! Trigger knew he wanted Candy and didn’t let her go. One taste wasn’t enough for the cowboy! This was a steamy and sweet read.

Blog Tour/ARC Review: Pretty Lies by Bethany-Kris

PRETTY LIES

by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: March 2, 2020
Genres: Adult, New Adult, Mafia Romance, Romantic Suspense

SYNOPSIS

Pretty things always tell lies …

Cory Rossi isn’t what you would expect the youngest son of the Chicago mob’s underboss to be. Despite what everyone thinks, he can actually do what he’s told. He just does it his own way. The problem with that is every tattooed- and leather-covered inch of him screams one thing to Della Costello—total heartbreak. It’s all men like him do, right? One hook-up, when he didn’t even know her name, was all she could afford.

Their one-time encounter should have stopped there. But an ex that causes problems for her business—and the mob’s—and Cory becomes her new shadow until the bullets quiet in the streets. It gets harder and harder to stay out of his bed.

They’ll walk a fine line.
And there is no mercy in this tragedy.

For love and lost blood, once more, Chicago will rage.

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Pretty Lies is a standalone romantic suspense within Bethany-Kris’s Commission World.

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My thoughts 💭

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I really enjoyed Della and Cory’s chemistry! I definitely enjoyed Cory’s dirty talk. They meshed really well together. The story was wonderfully written and I couldn’t get enough! I definitely recommend this author for all your mafia read needs!

ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

To keep up-to-date with new releases from Bethany-Kris, sign up to her New Release Newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/bf9lzD

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Release Blitz: All For You: A Single Dad Anthology


Title: All for you anthology: a single dad romance compilation
Authors:   Autumn Archer  Brie Paisley  Summer Zoris  Laura Farr
  Rachael Tonks  Paige Thomas  Stacy McWilliams  Rae B Lake 
 Renea Porter   Lara Norman   Eden Rose 






All for you anthology: a single-dad romance compilation

Our amazing authors bring you heartfelt stories of love and healing in the ALL FOR YOU ANTHOLOGY: a single-dad romance anthology.
You’ll go on a journey with various characters as they find love— even against all odds. These stories will range from sizzling-hot to sweet and sexy.
Prepare to melt with this terrific compilation of single dad short stories.





Autumn Archer: A Northern Irish #1 Bestselling Romance Author who thrives on gin and the written word. She’s a mother to two cool kids, two cute dogs and has a fluffle of wild rabbits in the back garden. Between working in the city during the day, entertaining the brood, feeding the husband and cuddling with the pups, she somehow manages to write romance.


Brie Paisley is a small town gal from Mississippi. She always wanted to write at a young age and was always filling journals with her thoughts and short stories. Brie started with the idea of Worshipped a year ago and with the encouragement of her husband and sister in law, she was able to write her first book. When she is not writing, you can find her reading a good book, painting, scrapbooking, or watching a good movie with her husband and her boxer.


Summer Zoris is an author, wife, mother, reader and coffee lover who loves to take you on an emotional ride with her books.
When she was younger, it was her best friend who got her into writing in the first place. School was boring? Afternoon off? Fanfic writing was what they would do for hours to no end. Publishing, though, hadn’t been anything on Summer’s radar until she woke up one day from a very vivid dream. It was one of those you can’t get rid of, so she ended up writing it down. And writing some more on it. Until a full story started to emerge. It was her best friend who ended up pushing her to take the next step and put the book out there.

Laura Farr: A Wife and Mummy of 2 who is pursuing her dream of writingRachael Tonks is a romance author with a love of books, and a particular love of the romance genre. As a child Rachael could always be found with her head in a book, but it wasn’t until the beginning of 2015 when Rachael’s love of books really took over. Reading spurred on her desires to put pen to paper. Starting out her career with a new adult romance novel, she has now published multiple novels, ranging from dark romance to contemporary. Rachael lives in the steely suburb of Sheffield, in the north of England with her family. She has 3 beautiful children and a crazy dog. She loves nothing more reading with a good cup of tea and is self-proclaimed chocoholic!


Paige Thomas debut novel Starstruck was originally released by Ellora’s Cave Publishing in 2013, with her first short story Count Me In following close behind. Since parting ways with the now defunct publisher, she decided to become an independent author.

Paige is a contemporary romance author who loves to add splashes of other genres into her work. Whether it’s thriller, suspense, mystery or paranormal, someone’s usually sarcastic and someone always gets laid.

She lives on the central coast of New South Wales, Australia with her husband and son, and continues to battle her addiction to dark chocolate and hot musicians.

She wants to be Stephen King when she grows up.


Stacy McWilliams is a Scottish Author who loves romance. All of her books have a romantic element and her books will keep you on the edge of your seat, make you want to throw your kindle around and her characters will make you either love them or loathe them.

Rae B Lake is a daydreamer, nurse, bookworm, nature enthusiast, wife, momma, animal activist and an optimist. She has lived her entire life in NYC and loves to travel with her family. She believes that sweets should have a larger piece of the nutritional pyramid and that Buffy the Vampire Slayer was one of the best TV shows ever invented. When she is not working as a nurse in her community, she can either be found reading, writing, or taking a walk while listening to music. She has been writing books in her mind for as long as she can remember but decided that maybe there were others out in the world that would find joy in the words she would put down on the page.

Renea Porter is best known for writing realistic stories with realistic characters. Her stories may even cause you to shed a tear or two. She mainly writes New Adult and Contemporary Romances. However, she’s not afraid to venture into other genres like Paranormal Romance.
She enjoys spending time with her husband of fourteen years, and stepson. She calls Pennsylvania home but loves to travel and try new things. In her free time, you can catch her reading books, watching reality tv, and baking.

Lara Norman used to scribble her fictional characters down on legal pads in high school, and then not show them to anyone. In recent years, she started posting her work in public forums for feedback, which gave her the courage to publish professionally.
She needs copious amounts of coffee and chocolate to survive. She enjoys eavesdropping on the character conversations in her head, which she has been assured doesn’t make her crazy. She always gets the best ideas while in the shower, driving, or about to fall asleep.

Though she’s a Florida girl at heart, Lara currently resides in the Blue Ridge Mountains with her husband of twenty years and their three children, where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age fifteen.


Eden Rose As a child, I loved telling stories to entertain myself and my friends from the beginning. The most outlandish stories about random things that I concocted in my head, I would tell to my friends and family. It took many years for me to harness that into an actual book. Once I bit the bullet and decided to publish Save Me (The Lucky Family Series), I had to continue writing.


Blog Tour: I’ll Take Two by Elaine May


Title: I’ll Take Two 
Author: Elaine May
Genre: MFM Romance 



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It’s been something that has always intrigued me.
Maybe its because I’ve been alone most of my life.
I was the only one looking out for me, but I guess that’s what happens when you get shipped around different foster homes.
I want more out of my life.
Two has always been my favourite number.
Two men all for me.
Two different hands to touch, tease and caress me.
Two different lips to kiss me.
One has never been enough. Two would satisfy my appetite. It could all just be the wishful thinking, desires of a stupid young woman but then I met someone who holds the key to my every fantasy…
 










Elaine May is my Author name. I live in the South West of England with my two beautiful daughters and yummy hubby. I love reading dark and twisted tales that mess with your head. I love to travel and spending time with my family. My dream is for people to like what I’ve written and hopefully get to go to a book signing event as an author.





Release Blitz: Bohemian Girl by Georgia Cates

Bohemian Girl

by Georgia Cates
Publication Date: December 5, 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Purchase: Amazon | Apple Books | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Google Play

A faceless name.
That’s all she was when I agreed to play a part in deceiving her.
And then the unexpected happened.

We met.

I yearn for her skin against mine.
I crave her scent on my body.
I want to make her laugh and then moan.
And I do… in secret.

I promised my business partner I wouldn’t touch his sister.
But I broke that promise.

Our little dirty weekends together are no longer enough.
I want my bohemian girl in my bed every night.
She wants a ring, marriage vows, and babies
… all things that I can’t give her.

Our romance is explosive.
Our love, epic.
Our ending, miserable… unless I bend.

If I don’t bend, I’ll break.

About Georgia Cates

Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.

When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her music and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.

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