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Erotica - novel
TBR Reviewer: Daniella

Sven Larsson, Hollywood movie star, needs to repair his scandalous reputation if he wants any chance of making another movie. Then he meets Sylvia, a young widow and a mother of three, who is as far from the world of movies, gossip and paparazzi as can be. The attraction is instant between the two and although their troubled pasts tell them not to get involved with each other their hearts say otherwise.

This is a pretty classical romance, but what made it extra good was the two main characters. They have lived very different lives, one the Hollywood dream and the other as a suburban mother of three, but they still share a lot of experiences on the emotional plane. They have put their trusts and faiths in people close to them and been let down. Even though I don´t always agree with the characters actions, I can see why they think and feel certain things. When they are with each other though, they both bring out the better sides of their partner, which is what makes them such a good pairing.

This story also deals with a couple of tough things, such as abuse and fatal genetic diseases, and mostly the author deals with this gracefully. A small detail that I don´t think will bother most readers, but that bothered me, is the Swedish that Sven speaks. In the translation a lot of the words have ended up in plural or in the wrong tense. The endearments Sven uses seem translated straight from English to Swedish and end up being words that not many Swedes would actually use.

I do highly recommend this book, as I really liked the characters, flaws and all. Scandinavian Scandal is a strong four star read for me. A great story with interesting characters, some drama and a hot couple.

They both froze at the shrill sound of a phone, and, with another groan, he released Sylvia gently. Her jelly knees were grateful for his body holding her up against the wall. With a muffled curse and a rueful smile in her direction, his breathing as heavy as her own, he flipped the phone open. Sylvia did not understand a word of the rapid conversation that ended in a curt, "Tack, George."

"That was my driver. Let's get you out of here and somewhere more comfortable and finish this, shall we älskling?"

He grabbed her with one hand, propelling her along and out of the door along the narrow corridor, leading them further backstage in the elusive club before she even realised what
was happening.

"Hang on, stop will you? I'm not going anywhere with you. I don't even know your name."

He stopped so abruptly she would have  fallen over, had he not steadied her. His expression was unreadable.

"You really have no idea who I am, have you?"

He mumbled something under his breath, his expression softening slightly before it turned grim at the commotion behind them.

"Here come the vulture; no time to explain. Just trust me, will you?"

Sylvia stared at the outstretched hand, a horrible suspicion dawning on her at what she heard behind them, before grabbing his hand with a feeble nod. Then he pulled her through the nearby fire exit. The fresh air hit her like a sledgehammer, and she stumbled, barely aware of his muffled curse and the flashlights exploding around them. As bodies closed in around her, she struggled for breath.

Strong arms came round her waist to hold her up and a worried voice growled in her ear. "Are you okay?" Blissful darkness claimed her before she could make sense of any of it.

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Erotica - Novella
TBR Reviewer: Brutally Honest

Right off the bat, I loved Astird. Her character jumps from the pages and comes to life. Astrid is a force, a fantastic, well-written and endearing character. Her descriptions are breath taking. Prince Rashid is harder to pin down but as the story progressed so did he. This is almost a dom/sub relationship. The story is short and if made into full length I think it would have packed more of a punch. There are some editing issues, including the f/f scene that was hard to follow with all the ‘she/her’. The twist at the end was predictable but sweet.

The pages heat up and the characters are placed into such a well detailed world. I couldn’t help but be swept away with them.  Awakening  is a MUST READ for romance readers! 

"Open for me, my pretty."

The whispered command skittered across her fevered skin, her own hand closing over his as she took a bite out of the lush fruit, its juices spilling down her chin. Seeing Rashid's eyes darken further, his pupils dilating as his gaze followed the trail of juice trickling down between her breasts, gave her the courage to take another bite, until her mouth closed over
his hand, causing him to jerk visibly as she sucked his fingers into her mouth. He growled low. She released his fingers with a start, and within the space of one wild heartbeat, he pulled her onto his lap, one large hand cupping the back of her head, the other finding its way under her sheet, settling just under her left breast. Heat coursed through her at the lick of his tongue along her jaw, following the trail of juice over the sensitive skin of her neck, down over her collarbone, skimming across the tops of her breasts, dipping into the hollow
between. She clung helplessly to his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his biceps, all conscious thought leaving her body with the shuddering breath she exhaled. Sensation assaulted her, her skin tingling where his tongue trailed across her flesh, and when his firm mouth finally suckled one erect nipple, his teeth gently nipping, she was lost, oblivious to her surroundings and any misgivings, not recognizing her own needy voice begging for more, her body straining to get closer to the rock-hard erection nudging her swollen sex
through the restraints of his trousers.

"My lord, the baths are ready."

Rashid froze at the sound of Layla's voice, his breathing as harsh as Astrid's, and with a rueful smile, he pulled the sheet back up over her breasts, his knuckles skimming across them as he did with firm deliberation, making her gasp sharply.

"I should have your head for daring to interfere, Layla." With one last grim smile for Astrid, he turned toward the other woman, who bowed deeply at his curt demand. "Make sure she is well prepared. My patience is at its end."

"As you command, my lord." Layla bowed again, a small smile on her face, as her dark eyes briefly connect with his.

Astrid held her breath when he turned around at the open door. The predatory look that accompanied his next words raised her blood pressure a few more notches. "Eat, rest, enjoy the baths, for tonight you will know you are not dreaming."

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Contemporary, Erotica - novel
TBR Reviewer: Luta Wolf

The past has come back to haunt Kitty Jenkins and that past is Alex Giovanni. A one night stand that she never thought to hear from again after sneaking out of the hotel room. Now he stands before her four years later as the fire inspector for the school and she just isn’t sure if she has the  strength to walk away...again.
 
Bare with me as I babble about how good this book is. When I picked this out, I admit to not having high expectations. The unoriginal title and plot just didn’t expire confidence but wow did this book truly blow me away.
 
I’ve read Doris O’Connor before and really enjoyed her. She has an amazing writing style with tons and tons of details that just pull you inside the book but honestly she really out did herself in this book. The plot while not original held a lot of suspense and I had to really control myself to keep from skipping ahead to see how things unraveled. Oh does this story start off with a bang, it’s intensely hot. My husband now loves this author too. However what I loved the most were the characters!
 
Alex is this sexy Italian and a firefighter, go ahead fan yourself, I know I did. He is all that is sexy but far from perfect, man does he have momma issues! As you read on you find even more imperfections in Alex but for me this made him more interesting and lovable. Kitty is such a contradiction of prim and proper as well as naughty girl. She’s so sweet until she loses her temper and then she is all fire. I absolutely loved her!
 
I took a few days after reading this, to re-read and try to be more objective and find something I might not have liked. Honestly it’s not there.

Too Hot To Handle is a sizzling tale sure to please.

Alex’s eyes narrowed, and Kitty automatically dropped her gaze. She licked her lips, seeing the huge erection straining the flies of his jeans. Oh my. He was clearly as turned on as she by their little game. But how far would he take this? And did she trust him enough to find out?

“Yes, what?” His deep voice held an edge of steel, and she bit back her moan. That voice alone would send her over the edge. Who’d have thought a little role-play could be so erotic?

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Good girl. Now strip – slowly.”

Alex’s voice brooked no argument, and Kitty hastened to comply. She fumbled with the tails of her blouse until Alex stepped forward and ripped the thing clean off her.

“Not that slowly.”

His eyes wicked, he unhooked her bra and sent that, too, flying. He whistled his approval as her breasts fell free. He cupped each mound in turn, and spun her around and toward the double bed, which took up one side of the hotel room. The slap on her ass took her by surprise, and she yelped. He soothed the sting with his large hand massaging her ass cheeks, and he chuckled into her neck.

His fingers once again dipped into her wet folds, and she froze when he inserted one digit, slick with her juices, into her anus.  Heaven help her, that felt way too good. Heat spread across her skin, and Alex bit into her earlobe, as his fingers continued their erotic dance in and out of her forbidden passage, and her body betrayed her arousal by a renewed gush of moisture between her legs.

 “That’s my naughty girl.” Alex’s erratic breathing into her neck pitched her own arousal sky high, and she put up no resistance when he urged her onto the bed, his naked, warm, torso heating her back.

 “Get on all fours for me.”

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Paranormal, Romance - novel
TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf

Marnie is determined to find justice for her mother, never imagining that it would be so hard to reach those dreams. To make ends meat she finds herself working at a strip club where she meets all sorts of different people including club owner Ion. Ion has a past too and it’s taught him to steer clear of humans but when Marnie is attacked all that changes. 
 
I loved the characters! Marnie is a bundle of contradictions, she’s vulnerable and withdrawn but this ex-gang member knows how to hold her own. Oh and sexy alpha shifter, every time he mentioned his wolf rolling over and showing his belly to Marnie, well my heart melted a bit. The balance between humor, spice, spunk, and excitement was really well balanced. The writing style really puts me in mind of the Samba, it entrances while seducing all at the same
time.

However what I didn’t care for was the twist to the plot. The plot leans towards the normal paranormal/shifter plot and to combat the author throws in vampire Lucas. I liked his character but his part in the story, not so much. His part actually confused me and I think he confused the author as well and it shows. In the beginning you really get the feel that this book was suppose to be a three-some because of the details put into Lucas’s feelings towards Marnie. Midway through the book that’s changed but adjustments are not made to the
previous parts and hence me feeling a little off put about his character. 

Lure of the Blood still left me feeling more than satisfied. Can’t wait to check out what more this author has in store!

The hands on her hips softened, as Marnie froze. Shivers of excitement or fear or both, she couldn’t be quite sure which, danced along her spine at the images those growled words created. Her hands clung to his shoulders and she lost herself in his predatory smile, when she risked a glance up at his face. The eyes of his wolf were looking down on her and he crowded her further against the wall. Her breasts flattened against his chest and his thigh moved sinuously against her core.

 “So wet, my little one. Tell me, is this bounty all for me?”

 A renewed surge of moisture was his answer and his eyes darkened further. She could feel his claws slowly dragging along her sides as his hands wandered to her neck and he pulled back slightly, one hand cupping her breast through the fabric of her dress, whilst his head lowered and Marnie’s eyes fluttered closed in anticipation of his invasion. 

The gentleness of the kiss that followed took her breath away. Not the harsh invasion she had been expecting, but a tender seduction of lips and teeth, coaxing her to open on a sigh. Ion slipped into that moan, his tongue exploring every part of her mouth with agonising slowness, whilst his hand on her nipple rubbed and teased, every roll sending shards of pure pleasure between her thighs. Desperate to take the kiss deeper, her tongue sought his, but every time
she tried he withdrew with a muttered growl, shaking his head and the hand on her breast stopped its intimate massage.

“I told you, we’re taking this slow, little one. I have no wish to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Ion. Please, I need you.”

Something hot and dangerous flashed across his face at her whispered plea, the grip on her  tightening for an instant. He smiled, the fangs of his wolf clearly visible, and Marnie held her breath at the struggle she sensed in him. The hand on her breast gripped the front of her dress and with one quick flick of his sharp claws the dress ripped, exposing her to his hungry gaze from the waist down. She sucked in her tummy on a shuddered moan as those menacing claws ran a trail over the soft skin of her abdomen, skimming the top of her thong with a feather touch, before he withdrew his claws and his fingers dipped under the elastic. His thigh spread her wider, as his fingers hovered over her clit and he resumed the kiss, his
raspy tongue duelling with hers, until she thought she was going to dissolve into a sodden mess of drool and need.

His breathing was as heavy as hers when he finally pulled back, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room. "What makes you so sure I won’t hurt you. You’re such a little thing. You have no idea what my wolf could do to you.”

Marnie couldn’t breathe under the intensity of his fevered gaze. Of course she knew what he could do. Had she not seen his wolf in action mere minutes ago, about to rip Lucas to shreds? Terror slammed into her anew, not at Ion’s wolf, but at what could have happened to him, and she bit her lip so hard she could taste her own blood.

Ion released her with a muffled curse, all traces of his wolf gone. The flash of pain she saw in his eyes, before he turned his back on her, sliced straight through her heart.

“Good, I knew you’d come to your senses.”

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