Friday, August 16, 2013

Enthrall by Vanessa Fewings






Blurb:

 

This is the world of the forbidden. This is the embrace of Enthrall.

Mia Lauren is a single, twenty-one-year old working in a West Hollywood art store who dreams of one day becoming a fashion designer. When an unexpected offer arises to work at Enthrall, L.A.'s premier fetish club for the wealthy, Mia accepts. It's a salary beyond her wildest imagination.

Mia becomes the secretary to the club's assistant director, blond and broody Richard Booth. Richard is not only one of L.A.'s most beautiful and wealthiest men, he is also the club's senior dominant. Mia is both drawn and terrified when he reveals flashes of his white-hot passion, threatening an unbound pleasure like no other. She knows her attraction may be her undoing, but the spellbinding feelings render her powerless to resist his advances.

What Mia cannot know is that Enthrall's dashing director thirty-year-old Cameron Cole, who is also the club's psychiatrist, has lured Mia to save his best friend and patient Richard from his obsession with thrill seeking. Cameron masterfully sets up sexy scenarios to ensure the collision of Richard and Mia, hoping that love will save him.

However, despite Cameron's noble intentions, he also finds himself enticed by Mia's haunting innocence. Passion and pleasure stir, forming a dangerous love triangle. This is the world of the forbidden. This is the embrace of Enthrall.
 
 
 

Excerpt:
 
“Let’s check it out,” said Cameron.
            “I’m not allowed.” I raised my hand to let him know I had no intention of going anywhere near there.
            “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, calling the lift. “You’re with me.”
            The doors parted and we stared into an open elevator.
            Cameron strolled on in and gestured for me to join him. “It’s safer. I don’t want to leave you up here alone.”
            “What do you mean?”
            “If someone did break in they may be up here now.”
            I leaped in and with a push of a button we descended.
            “Shouldn’t we call the police?” I said.
            “They have a knack for spoiling all the fun.”
            “Do you really think someone has broken in?”
            “No.”
            “Oh.”
            He shrugged.
            “Will you explain this to Richard for me,” I said.
            “Of course.”
 “I’m actually kind of intrigued.” I felt a jolt of excitement.
            Tara had been right about the deep red walls. Soft lighting fell upon the five pieces of furniture, if you could call them that. More appropriately they were beautifully carved, dark stained contraptions. A table positioned in the middle had reams of fine silver chains hanging over it, reaching all the way to the floor. To its right stood a crisscrossed wooden panel with leather handcuffs on either side to stretch out the victim’s arms. Upon the wall hung an assortment of equipment, including paddles, whips, and blindfolds. A chest pushed up against the far wall hid what was probably more torturous accruements. I resisted the urge to take a peek.
            What looked like a stock out of the Middle Ages was easily countered by the elegant throne, a velvet cushion before it. To its right hung an enormous steel cage, and farther along more contraptions rested on shelves: silver-link chains, ropes, blindfolds, gags, and what looked like a black pair of gloves with spiked fingertips. 
            This place set medieval devices against modern in the most startling way. No wonder Richard didn’t want me down here. He probably assumed I’d have bolted on my first day. Yet the soft scent of sandalwood and the womblike aura felt surprisingly calming. My lightheadedness muddled my brain. This risqué decor stirred feelings that had lain dormant, the thrill of delicious intrigue, a throb low in my belly that had no right to make me believe any of this was okay.  
            A door at the end of the room promised to lead off to more rooms of pain. There was no getting over this was a dangerous place to be in, and how anyone would voluntarily want to be strapped into any of these baffled me.
            I turned to see Mistress Scarlet step out of the shadows. Her dominatrix outfit was a mixture of leather and latex. Her gothic-styled eyeliner and mascara highlighting her eyes, and her rouged lips, sharp cheekbones and hair worn back accentuated her commanding presence. 
            “Hi Scarlet,” I said, hoping that glare of hers wasn’t anger at me for being down here.
            “Mia,” she said, tapping the whip in her other hand. “Cameron.” 
            There came an unsettling feeling she’d been waiting for us. I glanced back at the elevator, wishing I’d brought my cell. Richard might have texted back by now. Though the reception down here might be sketchy. We were way underground.
            “We were concerned someone came down here.” Cameron arched an eyebrow.
            Scarlet’s gaze slid over to me. “It’s just us.”
            Cameron gestured. “Come here, Mia.”
            I took the few, short steps toward him, though my gaze stayed on Scarlet, wondering about that whip.
            “Come look at this,” he said. “Have you ever seen one of these?”
            “What’s it for?” The ornately carved crisscrossed post felt smooth beneath my touch.
            He placed his hand over mine. “Want to see?”
            Cameron looked fierce. The change in him so surprised me I didn’t struggle when he took hold of my shoulders and eased me back against the bar.
            “You stand here.” He titled his head. “Well, the client does.”
            I almost lost my balance as he stretched out my left arm to the side. He used his weight to keep me there, his body pressed against mine as he secured my wrist inside a leather strap; tight. A thrill shot from my chest to my groin and I caught my breath. There came a waft of Cameron’s light cologne; a balmy scent stirring my senses. 
            “I don’t like it,” I lied, unsure of these sensations awakening in my chest and shooting downwards, reaching that place where he’d touched me not so long ago. My lips trembled as my gaze fell upon his mouth.
            “You’re quite safe.” Cameron tugged the straps. “It’s good to have a feel for what our clients go through, right?” He secured my right wrist.
            I resisted, though his strength overwhelmed mine. He tugged my wrist tight in its buckle.
            A throb in my chest lulled me. Scared me. “Scarlet?” I looked to her.
            She gave a nod of encouragement.
            The elevator shuddered and the lift began its ascent.  
            “Let’s pretend she’s not here.” Cameron pulled a thicker strap across my waist, buckled and yanked it. “In most sessions it would only be us two.” He held his hand against my chest. “You’re breathing way too fast. I don’t want you to faint.”
            Mouth dry and thirsting, I tried to slow it down. “I have to get back to work.”
            “Thought you were finished for the day.” He reached for my shirt button and undid it. His fingers moving fast on the others.
            I screamed and he stepped back and laughed. “Not the shirt then.”
            “Not the shirt.”
            “Screams echo down here,” he said. “We get that a lot.”
            Oh no...
            His hand returned to my chest, pressing against it, his body close, his gaze boring into my mine with a fierce intensity. “What are you feeling?”
            My eyelids fluttered shut, my heart beat way too fast. This desire intensified an ache sending spasms low and deep inside; a building pleasure. My nipples pushed against my bra, the hardened buds betraying me through my blouse. 
            “Very good.” He leaned toward my ear and whispered, “That’s what this one’s for.”
            Another thrill of excitement shot between my thighs and I hated the fact he could tell. His fingertip brushed along my right forearm, pressing beneath the crux of my arm, sending a shiver up my spine.
            “Cameron.” I shuddered in response and twisted my wrists in their straps. “I can’t breathe.”
            “Relax.” He caressed my bottom lip.
            I nipped at his thumb, my tongue tracing the tip.
            His eyelids became heavy, his teeth clenched, his jaw tensing. “You are exquisite.” 
            The elevator purred, getting louder, pulling his attention away for a second.
            His dark stare found me again. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
            “No.”
            He looked surprised. “Let me show you just how exquisite you are.”
            Cameron pressed his lips against my mine, bruising them, opening my mouth with his, daring me, capturing me with ferociousness. His erection pressed against my belly, and the pleasure and pain it would bring became all too real. Unable to push him off, I had no choice but to surrender, opening my mouth and going with him, drowning in the lightheadedness caused by his embrace.
            This man was way out of my league, and yet he was here with me, seducing me, his velvety tongue tangling with mine. He’d called me exquisite. Made be believe it. This dreamlike moment was an impossible fantasy. A slow, steady throb of pleasure built as my moan entered his mouth, my tongue battling his, lost in this craving.
            He pulled back slightly and held my gaze. “How do you feel?” 
            “Nice,” I murmured, hating myself for saying it.
            “Aroused?”
            I gave a nod.
            “Is your pussy nice and wet?”
            I bit my lip, hard.
            “Good girl.” He gave an impressed smile.
            “Cameron,” snapped Richard.
            I jolted back into the room.
            Richard stood ten or so feet away, his face unreadable. Cameron glanced his way.
            “Untie her,” said Richard.
            “We were exploring.” Cameron found my gaze again. “Weren’t we, Mia?”
            “Now,” said Richard.
            Leaving me strapped in, Cameron stepped back. “Mia’s been a very naughty girl.”
            “So I see,” said Richard.
 
 
 
 


Thursday, August 15, 2013

Crashed Cover Reveal ~ Danielle A. Elwood and Giveaway

 
 
 

Synopsis: Emily Taylor is a twenty-six year old event planner who has made a career out of dating; with the majority of it ending up as a complete nightmare. She is driven, motivated, and rising to the top in her career…but not in her love life. However, a random car accident will change her life forever.


Avery Martin is a country boy stuck in the city working his dream job of being a fire fighter. Over the years he has given up a lot, including dating, to focus on his career. Responding to a car accident one day he becomes overly involved with the woman he is rescuing.

Will these two find love, or will amnesia, and a crazy ex cost them the future they might have had?

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
About the author: Danielle A. Elwood is a blogger by trade who started writing her first romance novel Take Me Out as a hobby in 2012. She is a avid romance novel lover herself,  which inspired her to take the leap into writing her own. She was born and raised in Connecticut and is relocating to Florida in April of 2013 with her family.

Danielle is a mother of three – Camden (5), Benjamin (4), and Addison(2) and has written for various popular parenting publications such as Disney owned Babble.com, as well as the Online Woman’s Magazine The Broad Side where she is also the managing editor, and her own website Danielle Elwood Dot Com, which is a parenting based Mom blog. 

Some of her inspirations include: Abbi Glines, Melody Anne, Laura Kaye, Cherrie Lynn, and Colleen Hoover.
 
 
 

My website link is :  http://author.danielleelwood.com

 
Which you can currently pre-order paperbacks at as well.

 


 
 



 
 
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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

REVIEW: Escaping Reality (The Secret Life of Amy Benson) by Lisa Renee Jones

Lisa Renee Jones has done it to me again, left me hanging, how you ask… By dragging me Into another one of her books which I couldn’t put down and now I’m left with a hell of a cliffhanger hangover! no I'm fine photo tumblr_m3blqih2JJ1qgdra0_zps1590020e.gif Amy is running, she’s not sure what or who she’s running from but in order to remain alive she must run. running photo tumblr_lyfns8TGJx1qmulxwo1_500_zps0b380971.gif Her parents and brother have been killed only she doesn’t know why. Saved by a stranger with a pyramid tattoo on his wrist he becomes her handler. tat photo imagesCA9LILFH_zps8d253381.jpg Her identities change as she moves from location to location by the handler she only met once keeping her on constant alert. On her latest run, she meets Liam Stone, billionaire and successful architect. The attraction between the two is fast and furious and rub breast photo tumblr_lt8vlhw0pQ1qbbea6o1_500_zpsbc78f008.gif the intimate sex scenes will scorch your panties like a hot iron.  photo 31084-Dexter-Hannah-hot-sex-naked-fu-AjNb_zps6a479321.gif Her new neighbor Jared reminds her of someone, someplace and because she doesn’t like the feeling she tries to avoid him. Then there’s Megan the assistant to Luke the attorney who handles the least on Amy’s apartment only she’s never met him nor has met her new boss, and handler has arranged it all. Somethings not right, Amy can feel it but whom does she trust, she wants to trust Liam Only he too has a weird pyramid tattoo, and that could be the worst mistake of her life or could it? what??? photo tumblr_m89g5iL2BB1qb9fuc_zps07e0ce19.gif Yep… the cliffhanger of all cliffhangers, Thanks Lisa Renee Jones once again I’m waiting for cliff hanger 2 photo cliffhanger-girl-300x300_zpsd26f7cd6.jpg the conclusion of one of your suspense filled, erotically steamy and fascinating books and left biting my nails. Next up… “Infinite Possibilities” (The Secret Life of Amy Benson)

Unscrupulous ~ Avery Aster

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The set up: Warner is visiting Taddy on the Upper East Side. They “talk” monogamy after he’s just told her he’s in-love with her.

          A bedroom excerpt taken from Chapter Nineteen: Dom Perignon Rosé

 

            “Hmm.” Cupping her breasts in his hands, he circled each nipple with his tongue. “My mouth missed your girls.” He hummed to himself. His tongue lashed clockwise then counterclockwise over her bumpy flesh then flicked back and forth over the tips of her nipples.

His fingers found what he wanted between her legs. “You’re wet already.”

            “My floodgates burst the second you told me you loved me.”

            “Woo-hoo,” he shouted. “I L-O-V-E you and I love it when you’re soaked.” His hands embraced her as he patted and tapped her thin crevice into frenzy. Warner’s tongue traced around the areola and then bit down.

            “Warner!”

            He sucked on her nipples and patted the hard nub of her clitoris. Warner dropped his head. Lifting her legs, he buried his face between them. “Yeah, baby?” Her thighs spread wide. All of a sudden, he pressed down on her slit and—exhaled, filling her with air.

            “Oooh.” Her eyes closed as she dug her nails into her palms. His lips came down over her folds. “Warner.” She heard him inhale through his mouth. “Fuuuck.” There was a deep suction over her vulva, one she’d never felt. An urge to kick her legs from the orgasm trembled through her as she came.

            He held her legs down and repeated his vagina-clitoris-centric kiss over and over again.

Grabbing onto the pillow’s edges, she pulled herself up in ecstasy. “I can’t take any more. You’re driving me crazy.”

            “Get used to it.” He yanked her by the ankles closer to him and buried his face over her clit, rotating his fingers inside her. “Tonight, I want you to come again and again for me.”

Her fingers knotted at his scalp, body trembling, she moaned, “Warner, not again—not this soon—I’ve never…”

            Warner fingered her with his entire hand, almost fisting her.

Body shuddering, she couldn’t hold out any longer. “Big Daddy.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. She held on to his shoulders while her core shook. Shuddering in ecstasy, she creamed.

He buried his face between her legs, lapping her up and muttered, “You on the pill?”

            “I’ve taken birth control for years, not sure why, though. It’s not like—”

            “Shush.” He kissed her feet and toes. “I tested a few months ago. I’m clean. And you?”

            “My physical was last month. I’m negative too.”

            “Tonight I won’t come on your tongue. I’ll come inside you.” He held her legs and arched above her.

            “What?”

            “Gonna fill you good, baby girl.” His dick rested at her folds, asking permission to come in and unite.

            “I’ve never—” She pressed her palms against his torso. Taddy wanted to talk about this.

            “Then we’ll use condoms. I’ll do whatever makes you comfortable.” He reached down to his slacks on the floor and pulled out a foil packet.

            “No condom means we’re exclusive.” She sat up, looking at him, not sure if he understood what it meant for her. This was New York City for crying out loud.

            “I want monogamy, Taddy.” He confirmed huskily. “We’re right together. I’ve never felt more certain about anything in my entire life.” Warner rolled the condom over his erection and pressed down on the tip.

            She fell back on the pillows. I love him. I love him. I love him. “I feel the same way about you. You’re the person I’ve always dreamt of.”

            He smiled and held her legs over his shoulders as he slid in. “My love for you is going to grow more and more over time.”

            Panting, she reached under her and pulled his cock—out.

Confusion etched lines across his face.

            She ripped the condom off and laid back down. “I want you.” On her back, she tucked her hips, allowing his raw dick to rest against her slit.

            “Taddy…” Warner didn’t pull away. He didn’t push himself in farther, either.

            She felt his dick where she’d left it. It was her call. He seemed to be fighting the urge to ram her. Taddy could tell. “Quite a gentleman you are, Warner Truman.” Her body moved closer as she shimmied.

            Warner stayed arched on his knees, holding her legs up. “I always knew you’d be the aggressive one.” He swung her ankles out to the right, leaned over her, and kissed her. “You sure you want to go bare?”

            Legs pressed to the left, she gazed at her lover. His arms were flexed, holding her tight.    He was ready. Warner cared. “More than anything, Big Daddy,” she replied as he swung her legs back over his shoulders.

            His eyes closed as he descended inside all the way. So full. She wasn’t able to control the tremors building inside. Every follicle on her skin felt alive, and her body spasmed.

            Her Big Daddy smiled and opened his eyes again.

            She belonged to him.

            “Red.” He leaned over and pumped into her. “No crying tonight, promise?”

            “Swear.” She smiled, getting into it, hoisting herself by his shoulders and kissing him.       Taddy thought for a brief second about Irma and elected to put off telling him about her family until morning.

            “So beautiful.” Warner lay next to her. “This is better. I can kiss you and talk to you.” He lifted her left leg over his right shoulder and slid his sex in. “I forgot you don’t like to talk during sex.”

            “I do now. You can say whatever you want to me,” Taddy admitted. “Last time I shoved my tits in your mouth. This time I’ll suck on my own.” She tugged slightly at her right nipple.

            Warner pumped under her, his face close to a howl. Extending her tongue, she licked her breasts. “I’ve never…”

            “My centerfold pictures don’t do me justice.” She licked at her other nipple.

            “Such a tease.” He pounded her at rapid speed, stimulating her for a second time.

            “You’re tearing me apart.” Taddy held on to his shoulders and kept her eyes focused on him, like he wanted.

            “Go with it, honey, go with it.” He slowly pulled out then back in again.

            “I am.” Her body burned again. “I’m coming again.” Not easing up he drove in deeper.

            “Me, too—I’m coming—aaah.” His neck muscles knotted, and his eyes dilated, “Love coming the same time as you.”

            She massaged his chest while he filled her with his hot seed.

            He kissed her as he drained his scrotum inside her. A pillow caught him as he fell back and stretched out. Warner was asleep in a few minutes. The lights from Park Avenue danced over his muscles as his body’s heat kept her warm.

            Taddy lay on his chest feeling loved. She’d waited her whole life to have him. He was hers.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Celebrity Dream Cast for Unscrupulous:

 

Joe Manganiello is…Warner Truman: (33) a billionaire widower who owns Truman Enterprises. He’s tired of gold-digging hanger-on types.

 

Olivia Wilde is…Tabitha “Taddy Brill” Adelaide Brillford: (27) an obsessive masturbator who is Lex, Vive and Blake’s lifelong friend. She’s a self-made millionaire and owns Brill, Inc.

 

Scarlett Johansson …Alexandra “Lex” Easton: (27) fashion designer to the stars and founder of Easton Essentials. She’s the late rock-n-roll legend Eddie Easton’s daughter.

 

Chris Hemswort is…Blake Morgan III: (27) a gay, gorgeous top who is estranged from his husband. He co-founded Brill, Inc. and is the brains behind many of Taddy’s accounts.

 

Lindsay Lohan is…Viveca “Vive” Farnworth: (28) a party girl who met Lex, Taddy and Blake in boarding school. Vive is the editor-in-chief of Debauchery Magazine and liquor heiress.

 

Taylor Swift is…Kelly “Kiki” Ivy Kailyn Izatt: (21) a virgin Mormon assistant to Taddy Brill. She moved to New York from Provo, Utah, with dreams of making it in the big city.

 

Cam Gigandet is…Sheldon Truman: (32) Warner’s younger brother. A retired male fashion model, he travels the world jumping from one circuit party to the next.

 
 
 
 
 





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*I received a copy from the author in exchange for an honest review*


My 4 star Review





Welcome to the lifestyles of the rich and famous or at least that’s how it feels when you read Unscrupulous. The story takes place in Manhattan the playground for all in the business world.

Think Sex in the City

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meets Wall Street.

Taddy Brill self-made millionaire has everything a young woman would want Sex appeal, good looks, her own business, money up the kazoo, loyal friends and yet the one thing she doesn’t have and won’t allow herself to have is the love of a good man, family has a way of fucking with your heart and head and Taddy’s family won that prize.

Warner Truman is a self-made man worth billions, widowed and through with love because of a betrayal. Hunk is not a strong enough word to describe him. Tall, wide shoulders, tree trunk legs and a smile you could get lost in.




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When these two meet sparks fly and the sizzle begins and as quick as it began it was over. Betrayal remember…

Being super rich doesn’t exclude them from pain, heartache and the feeling of despair even they have skeletons in their closets…some more than others.

I have to say I never read a book that referred to designer names so often, I felt like going out and committing a bank robbery



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so I too could indulge in the luxuries the characters in the book did.

The author did a great job in bringing all the characters to life; Lex, Vive, Blake, even the secondary ones played a role important to the storyline, by the time I finished the book I knew them well. Kiki cracked me up, she was the virginal innocent mid-westerner who Taddy took under her wing, I could almost see the expressions on her face when Taddy talked sex!

For me it was too much talk about business and friends and the extravagant lifestyle they led and not enough action, I wanted more Taddy and Warner. I found myself skimming over the pages looking for the good stuff, I needed more if you know what I mean!







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Don’t get me wrong; when the two are reunited, you will have to wipe the steam off your glasses,

Warner is one HOT commodity and Taddy


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knows how to tend to his goods but will she be able to put the past behind her and move forward with Warner or will her fear and family fuck that up too?

You’ll need to read the book to find out the answer to that question.