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Sex and the Single Vamp by Robin Covington Blog Tour #Review #Giveaway

Sex and the Single Vamp
Robin Covington

Release Date: 3/24/14
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Cici Trent, vampire and media darling, spends her days finding true love for humans and supernaturals (the "Others") at her dating agency. But someone is trying to sabotage her business and she needs help. Unfortunately, the best man for the job is the one who broke her still-beating heart two hundred fifty-four years ago.

Deacon is a patient vampire. He’s only loved one woman in over three hundred years— CiCi— and she chose another. So when she shows up in his office asking for help, he finally has the chance to lay that demon to rest. He’ll help her, but for a price—a night in his bed.

Adrenaline, mischief, and a little late-night B&E light the passion that even a couple of lifetimes couldn’t put out. But Deacon has a secret and when Cici is suddenly mortal, his deception might be the only way restore her immortality. Can love bridge the gap between a heartbeat and forever?

Love. Sex. Eternity. Dating never gets easier.

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4.0 – 4.5 Stars

200-plus years is a long time to deny your feelings for someone, but when Cici asks for Deacon's help, he can't refuse her. See, it all began with a promise Deacon had made to her father. Now, he thinks it's time they stop dancing around each other and finally give into certain needs. Is Cici about to make a deal with the devil?

Wowza! This is one dark-vampy-delicious read! Cici is such a great character. She's a vampire who is a hopeless romantic. She believes in the forever kind of love so much that she has made it her job to help others find their soul mates. Dark and broody Deacon is her total opposite, and thinks he can easily move on after any short fling with Cici.

Robin Covington swept me away with the world-building and rich characters in this story! I got drawn into Cici and Deacon's history, how they lived their immortal lives and co-exist with humans. I thought their friends Mya and Andy were so fascinating. This story is about 143 pages, and there's no doubt I wanted more of everything; however, I did find the plot highly enjoyable and refreshing with Cici becoming mortal as it says in the synopsis. There's also a huge twist! Do I recommend Sex and the Single Vamp? If you're a paranormal romance lover and seek a steamy, quickie read, YES!

Author Bio:
Robin Covington, who NYT Best Selling authors, Robyn Carr and Carly Phillips, said was their new “auto-buy author”, writes sizzling hot contemporary and paranormal romance.
A Night of Southern Comfort, her best-selling debut novel was named a 2012 finalist in the RT Book Reviews Reviewers Choice Awards, earned 4.5 stars and was touted by RT Book Reviews as bringing a “fresh, modern feel to the genre while still sticking to the things that get our adrenaline pumping — sex and danger”. When she’s not exploring the theme of fooling around and falling in love, she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, and stalking Joe Mangianello.
Robin is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the Washington Romance Writers, a faculty member at Romance University, a member of the Waterworld Mermaids, and a contributor to the Happy Ever After blog at USA Today. You can find Robin on her website, Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter (@RobinCovington).

Email: robincovingtonromance@yahoo.com

Twitter: @RobinCovington

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Maybe Someday by Colleen Hoover

Title: Maybe Someday
Author: Colleen Hoover
Release Date: March 18, 2014

At twenty-two years old, Sydney is enjoying a great life: She's in college, working a steady job, in love with her wonderful boyfriend, Hunter, and rooming with her best friend, Tori. But everything changes when she discovers that Hunter is cheating on her--and she's forced to decide what her next move should be.

Soon, Sydney finds herself captivated by her mysterious and attractive neighbor, Ridge. She can't take her eyes off him or stop listening to the passionate way he plays his guitar every evening out on his balcony. And there's something about Sydney that Ridge can't ignore, either. They soon find themselves needing each other in more ways than one.

A passionate tale of friendship, betrayal, and romance, Maybe Someday will immerse readers in Sydney's tumultuous world from the very first page.

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Five Stars

Absolutely LOVED, LOVED, LOVED it!!! Loved Ridge, Loved Sydney, Loved Maggie and even Loved Warren & Bridgette!!!

I can't even begin to tell you how much I totally adored this story!! Another massive hit by Ms. Hoover! And OMG, when you accompany this amazing book with the fantastic soundtrack by the gorgeous Griffin Peterson you have a crazy-good winning combination!! Seriously, I finished this book days ago and I can't stop thinking about Ridge & Sydney and I am totally hooked on the music - been listening to it pretty much non stop!!

Our story opens with Sydney Blake having just found out that her boyfriend of 2 years and her best friend were sleeping together. Sydney has been sitting on her balcony for weeks listening to the boy across the courtyard play his guitar, they strike up a texting friendship when he asks her to give him lyrics, since he is suffering major writers block.

Ridge Lawson has known for awhile that the pretty girl across the courtyard has a shitty boyfriend who is cheating on her regular with her roommate and best friend. When they develop enough of a friendship that he feels like he should tell her, that's where we find the two wonderful people at the beginning of the story. Ridge offers Sydney a place to stay and they continue to write together, she has become his muse and he needs her.

They of course begin to fall for each other but Ridge has a girlfriend and Sydney likes her and she refuses to become like her ex best friend. Ridge also loves Maggie very much, but can't deny he is falling in love with Sydney too, so they fight it. I mean they fight it with all they have! But we all know that true love prevails, right. But OMG, what do you do when you love all three players in the love triangle?? 

This book absolutely made me ugly cry but I LOVED EVERY MINUTE!! But you absolutely CANNOT read this book with out the accompanying soundtrack!! It makes this amazing book even more amazing!!

Thank you to Colleen Hoover and Griffin Peterson for a story and the music to go with that I can't get out of my head over a week later!!!

Blog Tour ~ Indulging in Irelyn (Indulging #1) by D.L. Raver #Review #Excerpt

Title: Indulging in Irelyn
Author: D.L. Raver
Series: Indulging #1
Release Date: February 1, 2014


Warning: Don't read this book if you hate f**ked up alpha males, strong female leads, hot sex, and a kismet love story six years in the making. Oh yeah and a plot twist that will leave you reeling.

NFL quarterback, Zolt Hamil was America’s heartthrob until a career ending injury changed his life. Years later, he’s picked up the pieces and carved out a new path for himself. But the mental and physical scars of that day have left him moody and reclusive, and his only relief is indulging in pleasure and pain with his many one night stands. Though many women have tried, Zolt refuses to care about any of them. Only one woman has his heart; a hallucination of a young, sable-eyed, blonde beauty whom he conjured that painful day on the football field.

On the first day at his new job at a law firm in Scottsdale, Arizona, Zolt comes face to face with his hallucination, Irelyn Wilkes. Their fateful connection, and explosive passion for each other pulls them together, and this time, Zolt refuses to let her slip from his life.

But Irelyn has her own demons to fight and her controlling boyfriend is one of them. He doesn't take kindly to other people playing with his toys, and he’ll stop at nothing to keep her by his side.

Can Irelyn and Zolt defy the odds and find a way to be together? Or, will the events set in motion years ago keep them apart forever?

I'm going to go with 3.5-4 Stars on this one because I REALLY did enjoy it. Although there were a couple things that slightly irritated me, one was Irelyn! It took her way to long to get rid of freak of a boyfriend, woman up ad quit being a daddy's little girl and climb all over Zolt. The other is that it is a sonofabitchin' cliffhanger!!!

Ok, let me start from the beginning. This is a really romantic love story about two people who share a moment of intense grief and then vanish from each others lives for more than six years. Zolton Hamil was a star NFL quarterback in his prime when a savage injury rips that all away from him. While laying on the field in agony he glimpses what he believes is a seraph that his mind conjured to calm him, he never for one minute thought she was a real person. Six years later, his football career behind him and he is now a lawyer and starting work at a firm that just happens to be owned by Irelyn's father. To say Zolt is shocked when he see's the picture of his angel in his new bosses office is an understatement!!

Now, you might think this is all a romantic coincidence but I really don't think so. Now, I don't know how their story ends, because, like I said....sonofabitchin' cliffhanger, and I think there are other players at work here, but let me tell you what I do know! 

Irelyn's boyfriend, whom she can't stand btw, is one creepy motherfucker and a major asshole to boot! Zolt and Irelyn belong together and they get there, but Zolt insists he won't be her secret, she needs to get rid of the freaky, A-hole boyfriend. Oh and did I mention that Zolt is about as messed up as they come? He can be an asshole himself and he still has major nightmares about his injury, but he has fallen super hard for real life Irelyn and she is the one that calms him, with her is the one place he can find peace.

This is my seraph, my savior who'd gotten me through the worst time of my life. The woman whose angelic and soulful gaze kept me from falling off the deep end the day my life changed forever. Whose face still pulled me from the nightmares.~Zolt 

There is a crap ton of yummy sex, what looks to be shaping up to be an interesting mystery and a romantic, cosmic love story! I will gladly be grabbing the next book in this series to see where Zolt and Irelyn's story takes them!!

***This book was provided to me as an ARC by Netgalley

Chapter #1

I ran my hand along her naked arm as I moved toward the bindings that had her securely fastened to my wrought iron, four-poster bed. She’d been tethered there for over thirty minutes, and now that the sex was over, I imagined her arms and legs were probably beginning to ache as the adrenaline left her body.
Miss No-Name Brunette rubbed her arms and legs after I released her. I didn’t need or want to know her name. I’d never see her again so what was the point.
She watched me gather my clothes; her eyes roaming appreciatively over my body.
“So, John, when can I see you again? You’re amazing.” She licked her plump lips as her eyes traveled over my naked body, stopping when she noticed the nasty scars on my left shin. Small gray eyes darted to mine, and I saw the pity setting in. Pity was a deal breaker for me.
“We can’t,” I said and threw her clothes on the bed.
“Why?” Her bottom lip jutted out in disappointment. “Didn’t you enjoy yourself? You seemed to be having a great time.”
“It was fine, uh—”
“Nancy. My name is Nancy.”
I shrugged. “Right. Nancy. I don’t do repeat performances. Ever.”
“Don’t take it personally. It’s just the way things are.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she scowled at me. Then, she climbed off the bed and pulled on her clothes. “I don’t understand. Are you married or something?”
“Nope. Not married or anything else that concerns you. I’m just not interested. Tonight was great. Really. I enjoyed the shit out of myself. Fucking you was exactly what I needed. Thanks.”
“How am I supposed to get home? I left my car at the club,” she whined.
“There’s a cab waiting to take you anywhere you want. I’ve already paid the fare.” I shrugged again. This was the bothersome part of operating this way. They always wanted to see me again, and my answer was always no.
“I should have known when you wouldn’t kiss me there was something wrong with you. I bet your name isn’t even John. Do you even live here?” Whatever-her-name yanked on her shoes, and then stood with her arms crossed over her chest.
“No, I don’t live here. And, darlin’, my name is whatever you want it to be.”
“Come on, now. We both had fun.” I flashed her my megawatt smile. “I’m pretty sure you came at least three times. It’s all good, and now, it’s all over.”
I walked to her side and gently took her arm, guiding her to the door.
“But I let you restrain me!” She stamped her foot as I opened the front door.
“You did and wasn’t it fun? Maybe you can find a man that will be as adventurous. Now, off you go, Sally. Bye, bye.”
“Nancy!” she shouted as I closed the door on her. I could still hear grumbling as she walked away.
 “Ugh.” Leaning against the door, I let out a long sigh. It would be a while before I could go back to that club. Too bad it ended the same every time. But I understood why. Women saw me as a catch. I knew I was attractive. It wasn’t conceit, either. It was a fact of life that all men of the Hamil family were hot.
My first year in the NFL, I was on the cover of Sports Illustrated as the Sexiest Man in Football. That cover, and the other endorsements I had, made me a nice amount of cash, so I was totally good with being an object of desire. Since they didn’t really know me, they didn’t know that I was nowhere as attractive on the inside.
I went back to the bedroom, washed and put the toys away, locking the drawer. Then, I stripped the bed, piling the sheets on the floor for the maid service to take care of.
I left, not knowing when I'd come back. Could be the following day. Could be two weeks from now. But tonight, I’d been out of fucking control—chomping at the bit to blow off some steam. In fact, I still hummed with energy.
My shadow-self pressed in on me for days. When I got like this, only one thing helped: acting out. So, I’d gone to the club in search of the first remotely available Nancy, Sally, or whoever, that didn’t revolt me. Nancy had been an easy mark. I hadn’t been there ten minutes before I’d bought her a drink, and we were out the door, heading to the apartment I kept specifically for this purpose. I was always happy when I found a woman willing to dabble in a little bondage. I wasn’t heavily into the BDSM scene, but knew how to wield pain for the ultimate pleasure.
If I stopped and thought about it, I’d be forced to acknowledged just how screwed up my life had become. So I didn't. I didn't think about all the nameless women I had fucked in the last six years, and how I hadn't been in a relationship since the injury. These exchanges served a purpose. Beyond that? Well, there was nothing beyond that.
But that didn’t mean I had become so jaded I’d forgotten how to get a woman off. I enjoyed women. Loved the soft curves of their body, and loved making them come. There was nothing hotter than watching a woman writhe and squirm as I fucked her closer to orgasm. The sound of her screaming what she thought was my name was music to my ears, but that was as far as it went.
The reality was, I was a mess, and I didn't want that advertised.
Actually, I was far worse than just a mess; I was fucking broken.
Sometimes, I wondered if I was even capable of having a normal relationship. Truth was, I waited for someone that didn't exist. A woman my pain-wracked brain conjured that day on the football field. To make matters worse, she wasn’t even of age. She was a young woman, maybe fifteen or sixteen, with the most beautiful sable-brown eyes and blonde hair I’d ever seen. Her face was sweet, kind, and compassion filled. I realized how creepy this sounds. I wasn't a sick fuck who preyed on young girls, and I had no idea why my mind created her. But all I knew was, if I ever discovered she was real, I’d do anything to have her.
I rubbed my aching leg, and then climbed into my Viper. God, I loved this car. She was all power and beauty, and driving her made me happy. I revved the engine and closed my eyes, loving the purr, and sometimes roar of her V10.
Once on route 101, I opened her up, pushing her past the century mark on the speedometer. It was crazy to be weaving in and out of traffic on the main freeway. I was asking to be pulled over, but again, I didn't care. In fact, I pressed her harder and watched as the needle climbed to 110. The concentration it took to control this machine exhilarated me. Still wound up and looking to banish my shadow-self the only way I knew how, I pushed her just a little more. Why fucking for over an hour didn’t do the trick, I had no idea. But if I didn’t burn this energy off before I got home, sleep would be out of reach. It wouldn’t do to start a new job at one of the country’s most prestigious law firms red-eyed and tired. Once home, I intended to take a long, hot shower, and then smoke a few bowls. Hopefully, I’d emerge tired enough to sleep. For a while, maybe I’d find peace until the nightmare returned that plunged me into my own personal hell.
A hell that I was used to. A hell that only she brought me out of.
The morning announced itself in its usual fashion. I jolted awake screaming, and drenched in sweat—the images as clear as the day they happened.
“Fuck!” I yelled to the empty room.
Pushing myself back against the headboard, I rubbed my leg, trying to make the pain go away. The image of her lovely face and those amazing sable-brown eyes chased the nightmare away, but my body still buzzed with the memories.
I looked over at the bong and lighter on my bedside table and sighed. Just once, I wished I didn’t have to numb myself to start the day.
Before giving in, I ran my hand over my damp collar-length hair, removing the waves sticking to my moist neck. I used to keep it short for this very reason, but I liked the way it looked longer.
As I always did, I picked up the bong and lit the bowl with the lighter. The glow of the burning weed, and the sound of the bong gurgling as I took a hit immediately calmed me. I inhaled deep and held the smoke in my burning lungs.
My long exhale sent a plume of smoke into the dawn-lit room. It floated for a second before dissipating, leaving behind the tangy smell of burning weed.
With my eyes closed, I slowed my heart rate and rapid breathing. The high kicked in, and I already felt the calm take over. I hated being so weak, and hated that what happened almost six years ago continued to affect and define my days. I used to be the epitome of discipline. Not anymore.
If I could let go of the self-blame, then maybe the dreams would abate. But night after night, I replayed the game and its never changing end.
At twenty-two, I had been one of the hottest quarterbacks in the NFL, playing for the Arizona Cardinals. The year prior, we’d made it to the NFC Championships, losing by a field goal.
The next year, we were back in the same position, with the golden ticket to the Super Bowl within our reach. The only thing standing in our way was the Philadelphia Eagles. I snarled as I thought about that team. I always snarled at the thought of them.
Two minutes remained on the clock, and we were on the ten-yard line on third down. I dropped into the pocket, searching the field for an open receiver. I danced this way and that as if my movements might slow the clock. With no receiver available, I sucked in a breath and decided to go for it. What I should have done was thrown it out of bounds and stopped the clock. That would have been the smart move—the safe move. We had one more chance. I had to make it happen. The year had to end in a run for the Super Bowl.
Running like a man on fire with the ball cradled against me as if I carried a newborn baby, I headed for the end zone. But I wasn't a running back, that wasn't what I had been trained for. Stupidly, I ran with my head down instead of up. As a result, I didn’t see the three-hundred pound linebacker heading my way. I was the man with the ball, and I had left the protection of my offensive line, which made me fair game.
The next thing I knew, I was laid out on the ground in extreme pain. When I looked down at my left leg, I was surprised—and not—to see it angled in an unnatural position. I knew then that I was well and truly fucked.
I tried to scream, but my voice failed me. Pain and the smell of the turf below me was all there was.
The hit was dirty, straight up. Later, I found out a bounty of $5,000 had been issued for any player that took out one of my knees. I hoped he got a bonus because he’d gone above and beyond his mandate. Not only did I miss a season, my football career was over. Instead of taking out my knee, his helmet, and the power behind it, he hit my shin and shattered my tibia and fibula.
I remembered lying on the ground as the trainers and medical staff attended me. Chaos had broken out around me. Players fought, and coaches and referees argued.
I needed to find peace from the commotion; needed to concentrate on something other than the excruciating pain coming from my leg. I turned my head and found a pair of big, sable-brown eyes, surrounded by golden-blonde hair, staring at me. She was beyond beautiful, and her eyes were mesmerizing. I had conjured an angel.
In my hallucination, we shared an instant connection. When all around I saw pity and remorse, in her eyes, I found solace and compassion—a kindred soul to my loss. The need to help, and her inability not to, showed in the tears falling down her face, and the trembling of her full red lips. My heart still clenched whenever I thought about it.
As conjurings go, I had created a whopper. When I thought back on it, I knew there was no way she could be real. The average person wouldn’t have been allowed to get so close to an injured player on the field. Hell, my girlfriend, who’d been sitting in the stands, wasn’t allowed on the field. It still baffled the shit out of me that my mind had created such a vivid image.
I could still see her brushing tears from her eyes in my hallucination, and I remember her taking a small step forward. I wanted her to come closer, to touch me. That was where the hallucination ended, stopped by a new streak of pain that had traveled through my leg, sending me into momentary blackness. When I opened my eyes, my blonde-haired beauty with soul-filled eyes had disappeared. All I had left was the image of her that pulled me from my terror every morning. I figured she’d probably be around twenty or twenty-one by now if she were real. I’d admit, that even today, I looked for those eyes in every blonde I encountered.
Pathetic. Yeah. Too fucking pathetic.
I sighed and took two more hits off the bong. Maybe one too many, but at least now I felt more balanced, controlled, and ready to start the day.
What the world saw now was a man who graduated from Harvard Law School, summa cum laude, and worked for almost three years at a top law firm in Boston. Some of the country's top law firms had courted me, and I had my pick of firms. But I decided to come back to Arizona, the place where my life changed forever.
Gingerly, I climbed out of the bed and headed for the pool. I didn’t bother putting on swim trunks; swimming naked was awesome. After a few stretches, I dove into the pool and swam laps for an hour. Swimming kept me in shape, though not the shape of an NFL football player. Those days were gone.
Finishing my laps, I headed for the shower, feeling excited, like something huge would happen today. The last time I had this feeling, something huge happened all right. I looked at my leg and scowled as sudsy water washed over my angry scars.
I dried off and walked into my closet, surveying the suits I had to choose from. I was somewhat of a clotheshorse—always had been. Today, I picked a black Hugo Boss suit, white shirt, and black, silk tie. In the mirror before me, I watched a professional, seemingly together man tie his tie. It was a lie of course, but one I was used to.
Once dressed, I went to the kitchen and packed up a brownie in a plastic bag to take with me. I'd gotten good at baking brownies. But these weren't just any chocolaty treats. These had a kick. Cliché I know, but hey, whatever got me through the day. Whether I’d partake in it depended on how the day went. Obviously, smoking at work wasn’t a good idea. But every now and then, the pain became unbearable. If a handful of ibuprofen didn’t do the trick, the brownie would. I refused to take pain meds. Those things did a number on my brain.
I put the brownies away, and all the paraphernalia of my coping mechanism, and locked them in a cabinet in the pantry. I didn't need Hannah, my housekeeper, finding them. She probably wouldn't care, but I did.
Thinking of Hannah made me laugh. I'd only met her twice, but we had developed an odd, sometimes hilarious, texting relationship. I really liked her. Her cooking was amazing, and she kept my home perfect.
Her work was about to increase, and I was thrilled. My brother was bringing my dog, Ben, home to me. He had been with Brody in Colorado for the last two months while I got settled. I couldn't wait to see both of them. Thinking about it made me giddy. I knew Ben would love it here. There was plenty of room for him to run. Bernese Mountain dogs needed lots of exercise. I almost didn’t get him because of that. Now, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. He got my ass outside and stopped me from being such a hermit. If I thought about the fact that my best friend was a dog, I would get bummed. But then again, fuck it! I loved my dog, and I had missed him terribly.
I doled out my handful of vitamins and four ibuprofen into my hand, and then popped them into my mouth. From the fridge, I pulled out a bottle of OJ, taking large swigs from the bottle.
Let the day begin, I thought as I walked down the hall to the door. The sound of my designer shoes on the travertine floors reminded me of the sound of cleats on concrete. It made me smile, but the memory was bittersweet, and I pushed it aside. Behind bittersweet was pure malice, an emotion I couldn't allow myself. Not today.
Grabbing the keys to my Viper, I headed out the door.

Watch out Arizona, Zolt Hamil was back.

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I love writing, reading, cooking. Adore Harry Potter, Jim Butcher, Darynda Jones, and Chloe Neill and anything erotic. Oh and watching NFL Football with my two dogs, Niles and Morgan, and sometimes my husband too, but only when he brings beer.
I write both romantic fantasy (Colour Wielders Series) and erotic romance (The Indulging Series).
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Breathe You In (Sweet Torment 1) by Joya Ryan Guest post, Signed paperback #giveaway

Title: Breathe You In
Author: Joya Ryan
Series: Sweet Torment #1
Release Date: March 11, 2014

For years, Amy Underwood has been wracked by guilt over her sister’s fatal overdose. With one last shot at redemption, she is determined to open a drug treatment center—even if it means her shameful secret will be exposed. But when she sneaks into the biggest political event of the year in search of funding, she quickly discovers that in the world of fast-paced politics there is always a price—and this one could cost her everything.

Running for a second term, the young governor of New York, Roman Reese, finds that his privileged past and dark childhood could not only threaten the blue-collar vote—but his reputation and livelihood as a politician. So when he meets a sexy woman with big ambitions, he quickly strikes a deal: He’ll see that Amy’s clinic obtains funding, and she’ll play the down-to-earth girlfriend to help his electability. They’ll keep the relationship strictly business, scripted to the last detail, and end it when the polls close.

But secrecy and desire have a way of binding hearts. As Election Day draws closer, so do Amy and Roman—until the discovery of one final deceit threatens to tear them apart for good.

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Welcome to Sweet Spot Book Blog! Please tell our readers a little about yourself.
Thank you so much for having me! Let’s see…a bit about myself…
I have two young boys. They are super sweet and WAY cooler than me. They know this fact and have realized that I can embarrass them in public. So I still get a hug when I drop them off at school, which I count as a win. I LOVE to karaoke and anything involving dancing. I grew up where it rained all the time and now live in sunny weather ninety percent of the year and am a firm believer that sunshine can fix anything!

What do you think readers will like about the main couple in Breath You In, Roman and Amy?
I hope they like them because they are intense and at the end of the day, they crave each other. They bring out the best in one another and force themselves to look at things with a different perspective. There’s love, hate, passion, confusion, and they feed off of their emotions for each other to grow as individuals and as a couple.

If possible, please describe a favorite scene or quote from the book?
One of my favorite scenes was when the truth came out and Amy was blindsided. She called her mother and Roman was outside banging her door down. Every single emotion had built to that one moment where all seemed lost.

I remember this scene well, and it was pretty intense!

Can you share with us a little of what you're currently working on?
I am working on two new series’ at the moment. One is a small-town spicy romance and will be coming out with Entangled later this year. The other is a love triangle involving two very intense and completely different men that the heroine is caught between. It’s been a busy and super fun Spring.

Quickie Questions
Current favorite song or band? Luke Bryan
Sweet or savory? Sweet
Read anything good lately? Marina Adair’s “Be Mine Forever”

Oh, I adore Marina Adair's stories! ~Grace

*Thank you so much for the lovely questions and having me on your blog! I really appreciate you reading and super huge hugs! ~Joya Ryan

You're very welcome, Joya!  It's a pleasure having you here today!

Four Stars

For fans of tortured heroes with dominating personalities!

I'm so glad I took a chance on Breathe You In. When you meet Roman Reese right at the beginning, he is all-consuming and totally charming! Immediately, I got the feeling that the governor of New York has a dark side that is hidden so perfectly. He doesn't waste time pursuing Amy, and they enter into a “relationship”. He wants to be re-elected again, and Amy could be the right person to help his image. Oh, boy! So many times I just wanted Amy to back away from this deal, but Roman is such an alluring character. She also has her own agenda to fulfill.

I want to make it clear that this story is not BDSM. This is a steamy contemporary romance set against a political backdrop with a hero who has a dominating and controlling personality. Roman is hot and cold and always gets what he wants. Although I could anticipate certain things happening, I still found Breathe You In to be a page turner and well worth my time. I had to keep reading to find out why Roman was so tortured. As the story unfolds, both their stories broke my heart. This series is adequately named, because once you're sucked in, you'll be sweetly tormented until the very end.

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Bad Things (Tristan & Danika #1) by R.K. Lilley

Danika hasn’t had an easy life. Being insanely attracted to bad boys has never helped make it easier. 

One look at Tristan, and every brain cell she possessed went up in smoke. This man was trouble with a capital T. It was a given.
She knew better. Bad boys were bad. Especially for her. Considering her history, it was crazy to think otherwise. So why did crazy have to feel so damn fine?

For as long as she could remember, Danika had been focused on the future with single-minded purpose. Tristan came along and taught her everything there was to know about letting go, and living in the present. She fell, hard and deep. Of course, that only made her impact with the ground that much more devastating.

Bad Things is about Tristan and Danika, and their train wreck of a love story. This series can be read as a standalone, or with the Up in the Air series.

Bad Things is a full length novel, at roughly 105,000 words.
This book is intended for ages 18 and up.
4.5 Stars

I knew that we were going to be a dangerous combination. Bad things were going to happen if we spent too much time around each other. 

My friend Trish recommended this series to me and told me that it’s a must read. I was a bit skeptical especially since I’m not familiar with this writer’s Up In the Air Series and apparently this is a spin-off from that series. But she reassured me that this was a standalone series and that I didn’t need the other series to fully appreciate this one. Plus it helped knowing that all three books were out and I didn’t have to wait for full satisfaction. 

I am so happy I gave this book a chance. As I write this, I want you all to know that I’ve already read all three in the series, but I felt the need to review each book as their own entity because they each had their own vibe; their own feel to them. The vibe I received from this one was the one you feel when you first fall in love – the freefall feeling you get when you plunge head first into the unknown, but look forward to the exhilaration. Don’t get me wrong, this story is not all daisies and pretty…oh no! This was a bit angsty, so be warned. 

“I need you. I’ve never needed anyone or anything the way I need you. I need you in a way that would break me if I lost you. Being with you makes every part of my life better. Every second I get with you is the best second of my life. I’m not good at expressing myself, not like you are, but I treasure this thing between us.” 

I’m not sure how to accurately describe Tristan and Danika’s relationship in this book. The first words that come to mind: Infuriating, steamy and combustible. The first time Danika and Tristan met, their chemistry is palpable. You knew they had an instant connection, but both were reluctant to take the plunge. Danika’s track record with men and relationships were not all that great. She knew from the first glance that Tristan was Trouble with a capital T. As for Tristan, well, he was a little more than intrigued with Danika. Her sass, along with her sarcasm and tell-it-like-it-is-attitude made her irresistible. 

First and foremost, their relationship started out as only being friends. They bantered, they fought and teased each other mercilessly; they simply enjoyed being around each other. They even tried making up rules and boundaries so that they can keep their beloved friendship intact. They meant too much to each other to risk losing one another. However, we all know that things were going to happen and when they did, OMG! 

“I’m going to fuck you hard on the hood of this car, in the pouring rain. And. You. Are. Not. Going. To. Forget. It.” 

Their chemistry in the bedroom (and everywhere else they did the deed) was scorching! **Fans self** However, when the steam settled, they both processed things a bit differently. I’m not going to lie, but this got a bit angsty. Danika wants more from Tristan, but he’s too stubborn to see what’s right in front of him. No worries, it all works out (sort of). These two faced so many heartbreaking roadblocks to be together, but in the end, their story was far from over. I’m just relieved that book two was out. Oh yea. I’m hooked.

Seducing Helena (#CalendarMen 3) by Ann Mayburn #MrMarch

Title: Seducing Helena
Author: Ann Mayburn
Series: Calendar Men #3
Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Supermodel Helena Flores didn’t plan to fall in love with her Marine pen-pal, but that’s exactly what happens when she starts corresponding Seth Morgan. He’s funny, kind, and so hot she can’t stand it. In an effort to see if Seth can like her for her who she is on the inside—and not just as a swimsuit model—Helena pretends her job in the fashion industry is behind the camera rather than in front of it. But soon it’s time for Seth to come home and Helena tells him the truth, hoping he can forgive her deception.
Seth Morgan had been falling in love with his sweet and feisty pen-pal for months. When he finds out who Helena is, he wonders what she sees in him. Worse, when he meets her in the flesh, the reality is even better than his fantasy. But what can you do to keep the girl who can have anyone? Seth hopes the answer is a seduction so thorough and pleasurable she won’t ever want him to leave.

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Five Stars

Helena is a supermodel who begins emailing a US Marine overseas. She doesn't tell him exactly who she is in the beginning hoping that he will get to know and like her inner beauty rather than her public image. Wow! Hello, Mr. March! The banter in the emails are friendly, fun and get a bit naughty. I loved that they had forged some sort of connection before even meeting. Helena and Seth are a playful couple who create some pretty steamy scenes! The New York fashion scene for the setting was nicely done as well. If you like short stories that are fast-paced and hot, hot, hot, you will definitely enjoy Seducing Helena.

*A complimentary copy was received from the publisher