New Release: Forging Forever by Dani Wyatt





Standing on her tiptoes at a Renaissance Fair, Lela Marshall catches a glimpse of just how hot a forge can get. Even from fifty feet away, she’s never felt this sort of heat. And it’s coming from between her legs.

Miller Rhodes has a gigantic problem. He’s met the woman he knows is destined to be his. Only, she’s disappeared into a crowd and took his heart and his future with her. For once, even work can’t distract him from thoughts of the way her lips tasted for one brief moment under the July sun.

Can a sock-chewing puppy and a meddling mother be the solution to Miller’s problem? Will this knife forging hard-ass find his soft spot in the girl that stole his heart after just one kiss?

Author’s note: Lose yourself in the heat radiating from this filthy talking alpha. He’s a man of few words, but he definitely isn’t lacking on how to use his mouth in other ways. Suspend reality for a bit with this love at first kiss, happily ever after, scorching hot read. Safe, indulgent and *touches finger to butt and listens for the sizzle*.
My dick is forged steel. Sure, it’s been fucking hard ever since I laid my eyes on her, but nothing like this.
This kind of hard-on exists only for her. Well, in three months they’ve all been for her, but right now even my dick knows the universe is speaking and it’s saying that’s all mine.

My mom used to tell me stories about the men in her family. Back then, I didn’t believe that shit. She told me the Rhodes men knew when they found their mate that it’s like a sixth sense and that’s it — there can never be anyone else.  Since my father was missing in action, I took my mom’s name.  And now the Rhodes legend which I’d formerly dismissed, I now know to be gospel.

This acute awareness of her consumes me—that there is one woman for me, only one, and she’s right here. Right now. And there is no question left. I’m taking what’s mine.

I’m ready to gnaw her clothes off and fill her with so much cum she’ll be giving birth to a litter nine months from today.

My tongue pushes between her lips, and the taste of her has me seeing red, planning our fucking wedding. I swear to Christ.


Visions of her wearing white and saying “I do” fill my head like a long-lost dream.

Her tongue meets mine, and my hands fly to the back of her head. My fingers tighten in her hair, gripping and holding on for dear life. She tastes like sweet tea and fresh honey. The lust of summer mixed with the freshness of spring.

My erection nearly tears through the top of my pants trying to get at her. I wonder if she’s wet. The thought of it has me ready to nut in my pants.

The little moaning, gasping sounds she’s making as our tongues do a few laps with each other, back and forth, are music. My gut is tight. I’m already desperate to keep her here. To be sure she can never leave.

I pull back from our kiss, needing to see her face. To know she wants me like I want her.

Her cheeks have turned a deep, rose red, more than a blush, and her shimmering blue eyes are half lidded as I devour the beauty of her face. I loosen my grip in her hair even as my mind is filled with the image of me pressing her to her knees, her plump lips opening to take in every inch of my thick cock.

Fuck, I need this girl.

This is beyond wanting. Need. No doubt in my mind I need her in order to draw my next breath.

The tension in my muscles feels as though I’m holding a pose for the judges at Mr. Universe.

I can’t relax. I won’t relax. Not until I’m inside her, showing her just what it’s going to mean to belong to me.


Because she does.

She belongs to me.

“Wow.” She brings the back of her hand to her lips.

For a moment, I’m pissed because I think she’s going to swipe it across her mouth and wipe away the wetness of our kiss.

Instead, she presses her knuckles there, her eyes close for a moment, and she breathes long and slow. Her hand flips over, and she sets her fingertips to her lips, as though she’s holding our kiss in place.

Savoring us. I nearly come undone at the beauty of the moment.

“I have a single question for you,” I rumble, standing as close as I can to her without touching. Staring down as she gives me a wary look upward, waiting for what I’m going to say next. “Since that first day we met…”

I trail off, suddenly terrified I won’t get the answer I need. My chest constricts. I swallow hard and throw it out there because I have to know.

“Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me? Imagined me inside you?” I’m fixed on her face, watching for the truth there.

My bold question has her mouth dropping open, her lips quivering in an uneasy smile, but her eyes answer me with a twinkle, staying pinned on mine. The relief floods my body, even as blood fills every remaining micro vessel of my cock. It’s bent at a painful angle inside my pants. The length I know will fill her. The thickness will hurt her, but she needs to be mine in every way. I will be as gentle as I can, but even now I know it may not be possible to make it easy.


I want her like an animal. I want to keep her tied to my bed and fuck her until her belly swells and the only word she knows is my name.

“Yes,” she whispers, tugging her lips to the side.

So fucking cute. Damn, she’s perfect.

Her single-word answer confirms what I already know, and her hand leaves her lips, reaching out to touch the side of my face.




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Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA — any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani’s private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.


She’s a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.


When she’s not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can’t have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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Review: Tortured by Nicole Williams







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When he left for a twelve-month deployment, she knew it would feel like forever before they saw each other again. She didn’t realize how right she was.

When Lance Corporal Brecken Connolly gets taken as a POW, Camryn hopes for the best but steels herself for the worst. In the end, steel was what she needed to survive when he didn’t. She moves on the only way she knows how—gilding herself in more steel.

Years go by.

She builds a new life.

She leaves the old one behind.

Until one day, she sees the face of a ghost on the news. Brecken seems to have risen from the dead, but she knows she can’t perform the same miracle for herself. While Brecken was held in a torture camp for the past five years, she’s been trapped in her own kind of prison. One she can’t be freed from.  

The man she mourned comes back to join the living, but the girl he wanted to spend his life with isn’t the same woman he comes back for. Brecken isn’t the same person either. The past five years have changed them both. While he’s determined to put the pieces back together, she’s resolved to let hers rot where they shattered.


Broken or not, Brecken wants her back. He’ll do anything to achieve that. Even if it means going against the warden of Camryn’s personal prison—her husband.
“It’s been six years. Everything’s changed. I have. You have.” My eyes lifted. “Why? Why are you trying to win me back?”
He exhaled, his lips parting. “I’m going to win you back.”
When his hand slid around the bend of my waist, winding behind my back, I jerked. His touch was different tonight, hungry, determined. My head clouded, blocking out reason or letting it surface to the top, one or the other.
“I married him,” I whispered even as my hand found his chest.
“But you belong to me.”
My eyes closed as he bowed me against him. I wasn’t sure how two bodies that had been as broken as ours could be so strong when joined. “How do you know?”
“I can see it in your eyes. Every time you look at me.” His other hand lifted to my chin, tipping it until our eyes connected. His brow rose slowly, like I was proving his point right that very moment.
“That’s a confident statement.” My voice shook, but my body felt steady. Unwavering.
“It’s the truth.”
My chest was moving so hard, it brushed his with every breath. What was I doing? Where had I found myself? The man holding me had died only to be resurrected six years later. It was too late, but it wasn’t over.
No matter what, Brecken Connolly and I would never be over.
“Twenty-six days,” I said slowly. “That’s all I have to give you. That’s all I have to give. Four weeks. Once he’s back, you know the way it has to be.”
His face broke, but his hold didn’t budge. “It’s not enough.”
My fingers curled into his shirt, looking for some way to hold on to him. “I know.”
His other arm suddenly looped around me and he lifted me off the ground, his grip going around my backside when my legs tied around him. “But a fucking eternity wouldn’t be enough either, so it’ll just have to do.”
He carried me through the sand and up the stairs of the cabin, then he propped me against the wall so he could open the screen door. Something slipped out of my mouth when he flexed his hips into mine.
“Told you it wasn’t a morning issue,” he whispered in my ear, but I could hear the smile in his voice. “Just a Camryn one.”
He made the same motion with his hips, applying a little more friction this time, causing a louder sound to echo from my lungs.
Opening the screen door as silently as he could, he carried me inside.
“You can set me down, you know?” I whispered.
“I know,” he said, his arms tying tighter. Once all of the lights were off, the cabin closed up for the night, he padded down the hall.
“You know where you’re going?”
His head nodded beside mine. “I’ve always known.”
My hands went behind his neck. His skin was warm and familiar. “And where’s that?”
He exhaled against my skin as he closed the bedroom door. “Toward you.”
He set me down once he’d untied my legs from around his waist, and he took a few steps back. He stared at me for a moment then reached for the lamp on the dresser.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Turning on the lights.”
I watched him flip on another. “Why?”
“Because I want to see you. Because I want to watch your face as I move inside you. Because I want to see your skin flush when I make you come.” He flipped on one more light, then all of his attention turned to me. “Because I want to see everything.”
My heart took off as I imagined being intimate with him with every light in the room on. My body wasn’t the same one he’d left. It had carried a burden; it bore the scars of a shattered soul and a broken body. “I don’t want you to see me. Not like that. In the dark, you can imagine the way I was before.”
When I reached for the closest lamp to switch it off, he stopped me. “I don’t want to imagine.” His hand curled around mine, guiding it away from the lamp. “I want the real thing. I want the real you.”
“You’ve seen my body. You know what I look like beneath all of this.” I motioned at the fresh clothes hanging off of me, covering me from my wrists to my ankles to my neck.
“When I look at you, I see beauty and strength, and the one person in the world who gives me a reason to live and a reason to die.” He drew me to him, his face creased in lines of concentration. “That’s what I see when I look at you.”



This story is not for the faint of heart. It’s probably not for readers who have lost a soldier or been abused, either. But it’s a wonderful story. There’s a lot of heaviness and I cried not a few tears, but this hero is a hero. And he doesn’t like it when men pick on women. Especially when one picks on the woman he thought he’d be marrying once he got home from the nightmare in which he was imprisoned for five years.

Camryn has been through a hell of her own. Partially, it’s of her own making and she therefore feels defeated. She has a small son to protect and always puts his security above her own safety, which is a certain brand of strength.

There are all kinds of gray areas in life, and this story touches on some important ones. Five stars.


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Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.
Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel, of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.







Review + Giveaway: Playing Games by Donna Alam

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There are a lot of games going on in Playing Games: sex games, manipulative mind games, other power games and even a couple of board games. But the biggest games of all are also here: the lies people tell themselves about themselves, to make them feel worthy. The personae they put on at work to maintain respect. And then, there’s the wager of the heart.

As always, Donna Alam writes sophisticated, complicated characters. At first, the reader doesn’t know much about them. Over time, their actions become comprehensible in light of their histories. These characters take risks that most people would balk at. I was worried that some lines would be crossed that would spoil their relationship forever. But they work it out. They are both, admittedly, sexually extroverted, extremely liberal and able to trust each other with their insecurities.

I liked the BDSM. The sadomasochism isn’t graphic enough to be unpalatable. The love scenes are pretty creative. I would have liked to see a couple of the story threads in greater detail. Still, those who enjoy novels with Alpha Males should rate this highly. Four stars from me, for lots of romantic suspense.


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Title: Playing Games

Author: Donna Alam

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: Nov. 4th 2015

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Everyone has secrets. What would it take to make you whisper yours?

Louise had no interest in relationships until one night turned her whole world around.

Hold me down. Kiss me hard. Fuck me harder.

A stranger in a strange city, she wasn’t looking to lose control. Until she did.

Intensely. Irrevocably. Dangerously.

She handed herself over to him.

One night. His rules. No names.

But he had other plans.

She’s an enigma. Unfinished business. Potential. She’s what he wants. Again and again.

And though the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, it was on his agenda somewhere. Because relationships are messy and painful.

It’s not all about Playing Games.

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“ ‘I find I just want to get to know you.’

‘That’s all?’ Powerful words. Frightening, too.

Almost as though reading her thoughts, Dan added, ‘Of course, I want to fuck you, too.’

‘Of course,’ she added with a smile. ‘What do you propose?’ Louise kept her eyes on the kitchen, not daring to face him, instead watching from the corner of her eyes.

‘Given the choice, I’d like to continue where we left off, with you on all fours.’ His hand found her chin and he turned her to face him. Sliding the hair from her shoulders, he pulled the strands through his fingers where they shone like the sun. ‘Given the opportunity, I’d like to place my hands around your neck, feel your breath under my palm. Given your encouragement, I’d peel you out of your clothes, and slide my fingers through that slick, pink ribbon between your legs.’ His words were a bare whisper, intensity burning and branding her skin. ‘And when you’ve given me everything, and you’re rung wet and shaking, I’d make you come on my tongue.’

She swallowed audibly. It didn’t hide the libidinous lilt in her voice, the longing as she said, ‘So what’s your plan?’

‘Date night.’ His hands cupped her face and then he whispered, ‘Because I’m all about the anticipation.’

‘You mean you’re a tease.’

‘You couldn’t possibly know.’ He smiled once more, his eyes shining with a mixture of design and delight. ‘But you could definitely find out.’

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Donna Alam writes about exotic locations and the men you aren’t married to, but might wish you were. Escapism reads with heart and humour and, of course, plenty of steam.

Hailing from the North of England, she’s a nomad at heart moving houses and continents more times than she cares to recall. She once worked at a school like the one described in her Pretty Trilogy. Alas, there were no handsome millionaires hanging around there.

Eclectic reader and part-time perv, Donna is a huge fan of smart men and protagonists with a fair measure of inappropriateness.

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Blog Tour: Free Book: Hybrid, The Evolution Trilogy by Vanessa Wester

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Steven Thorn has no trouble settling in at university. He is confident, hardworking and intelligent. When Caitlin Chance catches him off guard he is bemused by the instant attraction, and the more he gets to know, the more he likes.

Yet, Steven has a secret past that is destined to reveal itself, and he is soon to become a stranger to everyone. The wheels are set in motion for his radical upheaval. But first love is a powerful thing, and the connection forged between Caitlin and Steven is not easily broken.

The impossible is only the beginning…




Do you like a good, meaty saga? The Evolution Trilogy (which is complete and available for purchase) presents a fascinating world that appears utopian, yet possesses an ominous, restless flavour. There are a lot of characters and I found myself paying careful attention to their relationships. It’s an insular community where almost everyone is related somehow. Many of those who advocate for the common good seem to have an underlying, personal agenda. Soon, I was immersed in the drama.

I read Hybrid yesterday and I’ve already picked up the three e-book set on Amazon (a bargain at $5.75US). Hybrid is free on Amazon and you can snap it up right now.


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Steven Thorn is considered a pretty good catch in the human world –handsome, down-to-earth, kind and highly intelligent. The trouble is, he isn’t quite human. Before he knows it, everything he loves is barred to him, including his girlfriend Caitlin. He’s not happy. The new society into which Steven’s conscripted can’t seem to understand that; its citizens either want him to fulfill their personal expectations or conform. Almost all think that his new life ought to thrill him. I can’t wait to see what happens in the second book.

It’s a long time since I’ve read a book with UK spelling and it greatly enhances the British setting. The non-humans in this book don’t like to be labelled, but one might call them vampires or mutants. If you enjoyed Twilight, then Hybrid will likely appeal to you, too. Four stars.

A prequel to the trilogy, Emily, is coming soon. Check back here on Friday to read all about it.




Vanessa Wester - Author Picture 2Vanessa developed her writing bug in 2010 and has not looked back since. Her main published work is ‘THE EVOLUTION TRILOGY’, which is comprised of HYBRID, her debut novel, followed by COMPLICATIONS and RETURN. The prequel to the Trilogy, EMILY, will be released on the 31st October, 2014, and is available for pre-order now.

In addition, she has written a novelette called FIRST DATE, which is based on her true story. She has also published, and included stories in, six anthologies to raise money for fantastic causes, such as Gurnard Primary School on the Isle of Wight.

Writing is one of her passions, reading the other. The day she decided to start writing her ideas down she found another way to lose herself in a book, whilst finding an outlet for her imagination. It is the best way she can think of to escape from everyday life. She is currently working on a historical fiction novel based on the life of her great, great, grandparents… and is finding the research fascinating!




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Blog Tour & Character Interview: Stone, At Your Service by Rie Warren

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Hell on wheels meets hell in high heels.

Bad boy mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he can—the filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.

Roped into playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist of Penthouse Forum.

The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose.

Too bad romance is just for books.

Buy it now on for just $2.99

Character Interview with Josh Stone:

Josh, it’s good to have you here today.

Awesome, Jess. You know I started getting the hang of this blog-type thing at the LitLuv convention. It ain’t so bad being interviewed, as long as it’s not by Jules Gem.

I must admit to being very curious about you. You’re supposed to be a Carolina Bad Boy, who owns a garage, right?

That’s what they say. The bad boy part. Guess I got a bit of a reputation. I do own a garage…passed down from my dad. Now he was one in a million.

Well, despite some of that rough talk and naughtiness, I’ve got to say that I suspect you’re a bit of a softie.

What? Nah. Not me. Don’t be fooled. You know, unless it comes to the kid I guess. My ma, my best buddy, and—shit—well, Leelee could probably talk me into just about anything. She got me to take in that mangy cat of hers, didn’t she?

Yes, she did! And I hear you were talked into something pretty significant. You’re a pretty good friend. Did I hear you pretended to be your best friend’s boyfriend at a romance writers’ convention?

Unfortunately that part is not a rumour. He needed a boyfriend because he’s been pretending to be gay for years. Of course I’d do anything for Nicky including being his bear. We didn’t make a very good couple though.

I must say I agree. That convention sounded absolutely crazy. Are they really like that?

That part is also true. I wish it wasn’t. I can’t remember how many times my ass was groped, my package grabbed, and my rear end got sent out all over Twitter.

And a certain young lady writer caught your eye. Care to tell us about her?

Leelee Songchild. She is one fine woman. She’d have to be to put up with my shit. From the second I saw her, I was a goner. Pretending to be gay didn’t work out so well when all I wanted to do at the convention was jump Leelee’s bones. She’s incredible—talented, sexy, and one of the sweetest women I’ve ever met.

Sounds perfect for you. And what does your little boy think?

The kid is over the moon. He missed his mom so much, you know? It’s good for him, and Leelee’s great with him.

And what have your employees at the garage said about all this?

They haven’t shut the hell up since they found out about her. They think Leelee’s the next best thing since the freakin’ fancy new air compressor I bought. As long as they keep their eyes and hands to themselves I’m fine with it.

You’re a good sport, mister. And pretty secure in your masculinity, too.

You’re not so bad yourself. I’m not too worried what people think about my sexuality or me. I mean, even when I was faking gay, the women still figured me for the top in the relationship.

LOL! The speculation never ends. I’m glad it doesn’t faze you. Thanks for being here!

My pleasure, Jess. Don’t forget to stop by the garage sometime for a free oil change. We got you covered.


Author Bio:

Rie WarrenRie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot, and southern-sexy.

A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.

You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.

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