The last words that any parent expects to hear about their seemingly healthy toddler are “your daughter has cancer.” Words that are overwhelming. Words that leave you with questions that you don’t even know you have. Words that change your life. Words that we heard the morning of November 12, 1994.

Amber’s pediatrician, Dr. John Rhodes, was not on call the weekend he hospitalized Amber. He came in that Saturday morning just to see her test results. He was the one who broke the news to us. He was the first to speak the words “Wilms’ Tumor” to us. Not many doctors go that extra mile but Dr. Rhodes did. Even though we had no clue what we were dealing with, knowing that Dr. Rhodes was with us on this journey was somehow comforting.

In 1994, we did not have the luxury of the internet to be able to research what a Wilms’ Tumor was. Dr. Rhodes provided us all of the information that we had at the time. Amber had a tumor on her right kidney. She was born with this and her right kidney had probably never functioned. She would need to be transferred to a larger location to be treated. What that treatment would be was not something we had access to that weekend. Looking back, I don’t know if the lack of knowledge was a hindrance or a blessing. We weren’t able to get more information but we also weren’t overwhelmed with information that made us worry even more.

Dr. Rhodes gave us the option of transferring Amber to Tulane in New Orleans or St. Jude Childrens’ Research Hospital in Memphis. We had no clue where to go so I asked Dr. Rhodes what was his suggestion. His response was, “If it were my child, I would go to St. Jude.” That was enough for me. St. Jude it would be. A decision we have never regretted. Thank you Dr. Rhodes for all you did for Amber.

Books, Photos & a little bit of everything else: Sept. 3

  • Coletrane by Rie Warren: Blog Tour & Giveaway


Series finale from the summer MC hit!
From the world of Carolina Bad Boys and
Retribution MC, this bad boy biker likes to be in control, and he’s ready to
take what he wants. 
Her name is Sinclair Chatham. Sin. That’s exactly what she is—walking, talking, in the flesh sin. She’s haughty, privileged, so goddamn starlet sexy, with an ass I want to grab and spank raw.  
I want her to give herself over to me. I want her to lose that polished princess veneer. I want to strip away the money, the manicures, the maids, the immaculate façade. 
I need her to be mine. But I’m a grunt. A biker. A tattoo artist. I’m blue collar all the way, and her family will probably shit bricks if they ever meet me. 
Not to mention, I’m running from a bad past that’s about to catch up with me. 
I would never go for Cole in a million years. He’s gruff, rough around the edges—and covered in ink. He’s unapologetic, demanding, and sometimes scary as hell. He tells me what he wants, how he wants it, and why he’s going to ruin me for all other men. 
Coletrane destroys my vanity, gets inside my head while he gets into my bed, and I can’t say no to him. He’s not what I expected—tender at times, taking no prisoners at others. He breaks me down, builds me up. 
He is not my type.
They say opposites attract, and they’re right. I just didn’t expect him to turn my cushy life upside down and inside out. But it’s too late, and someone’s going to get hurt. 
Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.



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I got out and loped around to Sin’s side. I liked the way she waited for me to open the door and help her out—she was a woman who knew she was quality.
With a flash of those long bare legs, she slid up against me. Her body felt incredible, curves in all the right places the perfect counterpoint to the hard muscles of mine.
Brushing the hair back from her temples, my fingers lingered at her neck where her pulse drummed against my skin. I leaned down and tasted her lips, quickly delving into her mouth before retreating with a smile.
“I hope you’re ready for this, precious, because I’m gonna eat you up.”
“Out here?” Her pale green eyes twinkled.
I pulled her away from the car and guided her up the steps that created an open breezeway in the apartment building. My place was at the top and overlooked a tennis court.
“You play?” she asked.
I unlocked my door and ushered her inside. “Hardly.”
Flicking the light switch, the tidy, tiny living room shifted into brightness, and just then a calico fur ball darted into the kitchen with screeching yeowl.
“What was that?” Sin pointed after the fleeing feline.
“I dunno. I think it’s a cat.” I rubbed a hand over my chin. “Could be a cross between a porcupine and an overgrown chipmunk? I call it Pincushion.”
As she giggled I waved vaguely around the four-room place. “So this is it. It’s not luxurious but—”
“It’s so clean.” She left my side to walk around the living room, her fingers occasionally coasting along the coffee table and the sound system set-up.
“Right? And I don’t even have a maid.” Lounging against the doorway opposite her, I winked.
“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.
In just five long steps, I caged her against the wall. “Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that.”
I twisted her head up and crashed my lips to hers. My tongue lunged into her mouth, stroking hers. Brutal. Hard. Wet. I swallowed the whimper that escaped the back of her throat, and her hands flew to my ass to pull me all the way against her.
With a grunt, I tore my lips free, licking them to taste more of her.
A sneer of lust crossed my face, and my voice came out in a low deep rumble. “The things I’m gonna say to you tonight will make you so hot you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder, faster.” I nipped and licked the neck she arched for my tongue and teeth.
“Cole!” she gasped.
“Make your body ache for my cock.” I pressed my hips against her just once so she’d know what she was getting.
Then I stepped back, watching her as she panted. Her hair disheveled. Her tits jutting. Her eyes heavy.
“But we gotta talk about how this is gonna go down first,” I said.
“We do?” She slowly regained her composure. “This about the control thing again?”
Mm hmm.” I dropped onto the couch and patted the cushion beside me.
She approached slowly and perched next to me.
“I want to push you to the limit. Find out what your limits are.”
“Is this about the power struggle,” she asked. “Does that get you off?”
“Not as much as you completely giving yourself over to me would.”
She hissed a sharp breath, her back arching unintentionally.
Damn. She might not like giving away control, but her body sure seemed interested in the idea.
Her voice a little shaky, she asked, “So is this a BDSM thing?”
I laughed, a long low sound. “Why, precious? Are you into the scene?”
“Of course not,” she snapped.
“Nothing wrong with that, you know?”
She narrowed her eyes on me. “I didn’t mean to imply that there was. Just—”
“You’re a good girl?”
Biting her lip, she gave a hesitant nod. She had no idea how hot she made me, just that little shot of insecurity in an otherwise totally impressive babe.
I scooted closer, dragging my fingers up her bare arm to the soft skin of her shoulder. “Wanna be my good girl?”
Again with the hesitant nod.
I withdrew my hand before I could be tempted to run it all over her smokin’ body. “It’s not a BDSM thing with me. I don’t call it that. Don’t call it anything. It’s just how I like to fuck.”
She made a small noise, and her thighs parted just a little bit. She was so ripe for this, right for me.
My voice lowered. “I don’t want to be your Dom or your Master or your Daddy. It’s not about pain. It’s about letting go. Finding out what gives you pleasure, and sometimes that’s not always orthodox.”
Her breath stuttered in an out as she shifted her gaze to me, her eyes sweeping over my face, my shoulders, my chest. “Do you ever just have sex?”
“Vanilla sex?”
Sin nodded, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink.
“I like all kinds of sex. Kinky. Straightforward fucking. Fast. Hard.” I turned toward her and kissed her lips between each subsequent word. “Long.” Kiss. “Slow.” A lingering touch of my tongue on hers. “ . . . anal.”
Her body snapped against mine, and her lips opened, her tongue rolling into my mouth.
After the soul scorching kiss that set my balls on edge, I eased my lips to her ear. “But if I’m really into a woman—and I’m really into you”—goddamn understatement—“I need to know it’s okay if I fuck you the way I want to.”
I leaned back. “So what do you say, Sin. Are you in?”
“I’m in.”

More in the Bad Boys of Retribution MC series!



Stone, At
Your Service, Book #1. Available now.

Love, In The
Fast Lane, Book #2. Available now.

Steele, Into
Your Heart, Book #3. Available now.

RIDE, the complete New Adult novella featured in Stone. Available now.




The bigger they are,
the harder they fall.
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Rie 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 endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
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 https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html


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Books, Photos & a little bit of everything else: Sept. 3

  • Complicate Me by M. Robinson: Cover Reveal

Complicate Me
The Good Ol’ Boys
Best Selling Author M.Robinson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 14th
It was complicated, it was also just the beginning.
A decision.
A simple choice.
There is always that one moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road.
A different life.
It was easier to pretend that we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy.
Pretending was better than knowing the truth…
I. Ruined. Us.
I had her.
I lost her.
I love her.
All I did was complicate us.


I just couldn’t stay mad at him.
He made it absolutely impossible for me not to laugh and he knew it, too. Which only made it worse. It was like adding fuel to the fire, making it bigger and wider with each flare of gasoline. When I saw that he didn’t turn down my street and kept riding in the direction of our abandoned house, I smiled.
There was no helping that either.
The times that he chose to be with me over the boys warmed my heart, especially when he preferred me to surfing.
We parked our bikes behind the house and ran up the stairs. Over the last few months we had turned it into our own little paradise, bringing blankets and pillows to throw on the floor, candles for when it got dark, and sometimes Lucas would even bring in wood from outside to turn on the fireplace. We had magazines, board games, snacks and water. Everything we needed was there.
I loved it.
He handed me a bottled water to drink and then I passed it back to him so he could, too. I laid down on the blankets and pillows and beheld the vaulted ceilings with a content sigh.
“Whatcha’ thinkin’ about over there?” he questioned, sitting down facing me.
“How much I love this place.”
“I want to get married here.”
“What?” he chuckled.
“You heard me. I want to have my engagement party here and I want to get married here. And then I want to buy this house and raise a family here,” I firmly stated.
“Aren’t you a little young to think about stuff like that?”
“No. I think about stuff like that all the time.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmm hmm…”
“Who you marrying?”
I immediately held his amused gaze. “What?” It was my turn to say.
“You heard me,” he replied, throwing my own words back at me. “Who you marrying?”
“Oh…” I breathed out. “I don’t know.”
He raised his eyebrow but didn’t call me out on my lie. “Don’t you think that maybe you should experience things first?”
“How do you know I haven’t?” I provoked, wanting to wipe the smug look off his face.
“Because I know.”
“Whatever.” I looked away.
“You want to know how I know?”
I kept my stare on the tray ceilings, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in my mouth, and hoping that it would calm the fluttering feeling I had suddenly formed in my belly. I shrugged
because I couldn’t speak; it would giveaway how I felt.
“I know because I would remember it, just like I remember our first experience. The same one that’s hanging around your neck.”
My heart pounded with each word that fell from his mouth.
“Do you want me to?”
“Do I want you to what?” I replied, already knowing what he meant but needing to hear him say it.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” He paused to let his words sink in. “Really kiss you?”
My mouth parted and my chest rose and descended with each breath I took. I found myself nodding before I gave it anymore thought, ignoring the voice in the back of my mind that screamed at me that this was a bad idea. He bent forward and rested on his hands and knees,
his face, his lips, coming toward me and making me tightly shut my eyes.
A million thoughts went through my head, but the moment I felt his lips on mine they were all gone in an instant…




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Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left. She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.




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The Beginning


The best place to star our story is at the beginning. My daughter Amber was born in August of 1993 and by November of 1994 was a typical toddler. She was spunky and always ready to try something new. My sister-in-law, Tammy, lived next door to us and was Amber’s babysitter as I worked full-time. Tammy kept other children besides Amber so she was always around children. It was a great thing for all involved.

On November 11, 1994, Tammy called me at work to tell me that Amber had blood in her diaper. I have never been the type of mother that panics over things so I really just figured she had a kidney infection or something of that nature. After calling her pediatrician, we decided to take her on to the doctor since it was a Friday. Tammy, Amber & I hit the road for the almost hour long trip to Alexandria to the pediatrician.

After examining Amber, Dr. Rhodes, our pediatrician, but a urine bag on Amber to collect a sample. My child evidently decided that she didn’t want to “pee in the bag” because we tried everything to get her to go and she would not.  After a few hours in the waiting room of the office it was getting close to closing time for the doctor. Finally, Amber went in the bag and sure enough, it was cherry red.

Dr. Rhodes admitted her to Rapides Regional Hospital for the night so that he could order tests for the next morning. Since it was the weekend, this was the only way we could get tests done without having to wait until Monday. Dr. Rhodes was concerned enough about Amber to want them done as quickly as possible. So, off to the hospital we went.

Books, Photos & a little bit of everything else: Sept. 2

  • Road to Wonderland Series: Blog Tour

Blog Tour 1st September – 5th September

Day 2 Features Paris Hemsworth

Book: Paris Hemsworth’s Road to Wonderland

Author: Francesca Marlow
Genre: New Adult

‘Paris Hemsworth’s Road To Wonderland’ is the second novel in a new adult series, which tells the tale of a seventeen-year-old girl’s tragedy. A tragedy that steers her down an unlikely path full of twists and turns.Paris is a naive, feisty fashionista who floats, carefree, through her life in 1990’s Manchester, thanks to her three great loves: her father, her best friend, and her motorbike. Izzy Moffit is a shy, quiet, literature lover who has been surrounded by violence daily, seeking solace in movies and music. The two are an unlikely duo, but since the age of four, they have been inseparable, always promising to be there for each other no matter what. 

That is until one day Paris receives heart-shattering news which turns her life upside-down. Suddenly, their friendship is tested in ways it never has before, and just when things are starting to look up for them, adulthood steps in and kicks them both in unimaginable ways. Paris is forced into a life full of fear, guilt and doubt, which sees her evolve from the feisty, fun young girl she once was into something she never thought she’d be. Weak.Having hit rock bottom, Paris is left with two options: climb the ladder back up or continue to swim in the sea of despair. The first option is easier said than done when you have no hope or faith left, when the loves of your life have all moved on, and you think you’re alone in the world. In the war against addiction, Paris knows it is only a matter of time before something has to give, but she is unable to predict at what cost

Road to Wonderland Series book 5 (all books are standalone reads)
Author Bio:

Francesca is a self-confessed drifter, never quite fitting in anywhere until she discovered the love of reading two years ago. Books proved to be non-judgemental, loyal and thought provoking, so much so that she was inspired to create her own world. A world where she could channel her every day thoughts and emotions to deal with the daily grind which we call ‘life’.Francesca’s biggest accomplishments to date are the two little ladies that share her heart, closely followed by the one thing she is very proud to say: “I wrote a bloody novel!” She’s a Yorkshire lass and a secret romantic at heart, with an eclectic taste in music and a great love for films – all of which continue to be a source of creativity as well as well deserved relaxation moments.

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Victoria L. James interviews Francesca Marlow
Victoria: Now then, cocker. I’m just going to skip the pleasantries and dive right in with the questions. Feel free to put the kettle on while you’re thinking of how to answer. Haha. What would you say is your biggest life achievement to date, personal, professional or otherwise?
Francesca: That probably goes without saying but my two little girls are my biggest achievement today. No matter what I achieve in life, nothing will ever beat producing these two amazing creatures. I’m in awe of them every day and whilst at times I feel like I could murder them *laughs* they bring far too much joy, happiness and support into my life.
Victoria: Have you ever had a moment in your life where you’ve thought about giving up and if so, what pushed you or still pushes you to pick your arse up off the floor and keep going?
Francesca: I’ve had quite a few of those moments in my life but more recently, going through a divorce. I don’t think anyone can quite appreciate what it’s like to make the decision to break up your family. My kids were heartbroken, I was a wreck, constantly questioning myself. I’ve dealt with backlash from friends and relatives, rumors galore. Quite frankly, it’s been bloody tough and there have been moments where I’ve felt like giving up, but thanks to my kids and a handful of loyal, honest friends, I’ve managed to come out the other side. It’s made me question a lot about myself but it’s also made me realise I’m much tougher than I give myself credit for. I can safely say, I’m happy and I don’t regret my decision.
Victoria: What’s your dream job, if you haven’t already got it?
Francesca: I don’t actually have one. I’ve never had an overwhelming desire to be anything in life other than happy… and to be a mum! That’s the most rewarding job I’ve ever had. It’s the most toughest, too, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.
Victoria: What trait do you dislike most about yourself? And what do you think your best traits are?
Francesca: It’s possible I have an inability to think before speaking. Sometimes I say things and cringe at myself afterwards *laughs* yeah, that could definitely use some work. Ah man, I hate having to say a best trait, it’s something I struggle with. I guess my loyalty and the fact that I care.. Sometimes it winds me up hurt but it’s something I’ve learnt I don’t want to change about myself.
Victoria: If you could take back one thing in your life, what would it be?
A few things that can’t be mentioned in this interview *chuckles* however, I’m not sure there is anything major I would take back. Everything I’ve done up to now, has brought me to where I am and made me who I am. I try not to have regrets anymore but see the positives in this things. Admittedly, this is a new mindset of mine *laughs* come back and ask me again in a year.
Victoria: Do you have any secret passions that you haven’t ever discussed with anybody?
I don’t think I have any that haven’t been discussed but one of my biggest passions is to be able to ride a motorbike, just like the character in my book. It’s no secret I’m like her in many ways and one thing we do share is thrill seeking. Being care free every now and again, letting myself go, reminds me that I’m alive. I want to be able to look back on my life and remember all the things I did, instead of regretting all the things I didn’t do.
Victoria: Who is your biggest inspiration in life? Celebrity or otherwise?
Oh gosh… Biggest inspiration… Well I know you’ll hate me for saying this and probably get all emotional on me, but, you are. There’s plenty gone on in our friendship which I don’t need to disclose in this interview, but let’s just say, you’ve been my rock over the past few years and there’s been times when, if I didn’t have you, god knows what I would have done. I see how you’ve coped and dealt with things in your life and it gives me strength to get on and do the same. Love ya, shit head. xx
Victoria: Where do you see yourself in ten years time?
Probably not much different to where I am now, only greyer *laughs* my daughters will be 16 and 14 by then and I have no doubt in my mind that they will be putting me firmly through my paces. I’m very much a homing bird. For me home is where the heart is, so as long as I have the same handful of friends, I’m as happy as I am now and my daughters are on the right track, then I’ll definitely be smiling.
Victoria: If you could spend just one single hour with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be and why?
This is an easy one for me, my nanna. I don’t feel like I ever fully appreciated her when she was around because I was too young. Now, looking back, there are so many things I could have learnt from her. She was sicilian and I would love to have learnt more about the culture, the language, her arrival in the UK, how to cook good food. *Laughs* she took no crap from nobody and if we were in trouble, boy did we know about it. I miss her loads.
Victoria: Finally. How many fucking selfies have you taken today you posing biatch? *winks*
Francesca: *Dramatic eye roll* I take back what I said about you a few questions ago. One word… Knob *snorts*


September is Childhood Cancer Month


Each year our nation recognizes September as Childhood Cancer Month. Last year I had thought about writing about our experience with pediatric cancer during the month of September. That good intention never happened. This year I am determined to share our story throughout this month. I am aware that most of my blog followers are strictly readers that follow for my book posts. When I started the blog I had never intended it to be strictly book posts but somehow it wound up that way. So, this month you will see posts that fall into the “little bit of everything else” part of my blog.

I know you may not be interested in these posts, but I ask that you will take the time to read them. This will not be a chronological story of our experiences but rather a hodge-podge of stories that have made up our journey. Each story will be directly from our experiences with my daughter’s cancer. By sharing the story the way I have planned, I am hoping to keep each post relatively short.

Thousands of children each year are diagnosed with some form of cancer. Many survive but sadly we have not reached the point that all can be saved. All who have been through this battle have a story. Now is the time that I am ready to share ours. I hope you will hang with me through the month as I share our journey.

Books, Photos & a little bit of everything else: Sept. 1

  • Tiger Lily Part 3 by Amelie S. Duncan: Cover Reveal

  • Next by Rachael Brownell: Release Blitz & Giveaway


Book: Tiger Lily (part 3)

Author: Amélie S. Duncan

Genre: erotic romance

Releases September 8th

Lily loves Jonas, but implicit trust is another matter. After all they’ve been through, she still can’t believe he’ll stay no matter how deep or dark her secrets are. With her ex, Declan, up to his worst, Lily’s embarrassed and ashamed…but she’s once again underestimated Jonas. He has brains as well as beauty. With the same ruthlessness he uses to dispatch his business rivals, he vows to annihilate Declan.  

Lily is glad to relinquish control. Jonas is determined to personally oversee her recovery and she lets him. She’s still too weak to deal with the chaos that’s become her life. Jonas whisks her away to a secluded luxury loft in Tribeca and pampers her with sensual decadence. Every caress, every lingering honey-sweet kiss they share says he loves her—even the way he possesses her body in the sultry heat of the night…but will Jonas commit? Will he ever be able to say those three little words she craves to hear from him?  
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Amélie S. Duncan writes contemporary, erotic romances with a dark edge. Her inspiration comes from many sources including her life experiences and travels. She lives on the West Coast of the United States with her husband.

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Title: Next
Series: Kiss #1
Author: Rachael Brownell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: September 1, 2015


What if one kiss could change everything?It did, for Reagan Brooks. Her fascination with Luke Evans went from a school-girl crush to heart-wrenching love in an instant. Then he left town, leaving a starry-eyed Reagan in his wake. No one will ever be good enough. No kiss will ever compare to his. Reagan’s standards are high. When someone doesn’t meet them, she moves on.

“Next in line, please.”

Moving through life with unrealistic expectations can be damaging. Letting those expectations go… It’s in that moment we find out who we are and what we really want.


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I run, as fast as I can. I’m not athletic. I don’t play sports. I know he’s going to catch me. That’s what I want, right? For him to catch me?My legs feel like jelly. I feel his hand graze my arms once, twice, then I’m caught. I should have started running sooner, faster. It doesn’t matter. He would have caught me regardless.”You shouldn’t have let me catch you, Gracie.” He pulls me back into his chest, lifting my feet off the ground, as the meaning behind his words begins to register.

“Who says I let you?” I know challenging him isn’t a good idea, but I haven’t learned how to filter my thoughts around him.

“I do. I know you can run faster than that. I think you wanted me to catch you.”

“Really?” I say, struggling to break from his hold. It’s no use. He’s much stronger than me and since he’s holding me off the ground, I can’t use my legs for leverage.

“Yes, really. I think you knew what would happen when I caught you.”

“And what is that?” I begin to struggle again and this time he lets me break free, but I don’t get far. Two steps, maybe, before he’s got a hold of my wrist and is pulling me back to him. This time we are chest to chest. I crash into the front of him and can’t hide the way my body reacts. I’m sure he can see it, feel it. My breathing is ragged and it’s not from running.

“Look at me, Gracie,” he commands and I do as he says. Not because I want to but because my body wants to.

“Why do you insist on calling me that? It’s not my name, you know?” I love it, though. I would never tell him that, or anyone else.

“Because. You’re my angel fallen from grace. It suits you. You’re beautiful and you know it. What I don’t understand is why you want me?”

“Who says I want you?”

How the hell did he figure it out? No one knows.

“Your body says a lot of things. It’s telling me right now how much you want me. The question is – what exactly do you want from me because there are a few things that I can offer you.” He wraps his arms around me a little tighter as I contemplate how I want to answer him.


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Rachael Brownell is the author of both YA and NA Romance. She’s from Kalamazoo, Michigan where she still lives with her husband and son. She has a Bachelor’s degree in Advertising but currently works in the hospitality industry. When Rachael is not working on her next manuscript, you might find her on the golf course. (It’s a family thing) If you see her, step back. She is still learning.

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Books, Photos & a little bit of everything else: Aug. 30 #2

  • Memphis Black by M.J. Fields: Release Day

    *** From USA Today Bestselling author MJ Fields***

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    From bedroom performances to center stage, Memphis Black’s dreams have come true.

    Together with his band mates—Finn, River, and Billy B—he takes some time for fun in the sun in Miami while gathering inspiration to finish their first full-length album. Some down time before hitting the road to tour the country, spreading their kind of rock like an STD.

    Tallia Priest, a preacher’s daughter grew up next door to Madison Black, her polar opposite and very best friend. Tallia has harbored a crush on Madison’s older brother Memphis for a lifetime.

    A boy like him would never notice a girl like her, yet he did … once.

    After a tough freshman year of college, Madison invites Tallia to join her in Miami for a much needed break. Madison fails to mention they will be staying with ‘Steel Total Destruction.’

    When Tallia arrives, there is no way for a stunned Memphis to miss the transformation of the once awkward, innocent girl next door.

    Forbidden desires must be hidden, lines cannot be blurred, and no one can ever know.

    Will the heat in Miami tempt them even further? Will buried secrets destroy lives? Can a broken heart ever be mended?

    It’s all fun and games until someone gets rocked. ebook cover

    Available on Amazon and will be available everywhere… soon

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    Note from the author…STD Warning

    What you will get….



    I look in the mirror one last time, noticing my hair is longer on top than it is on the sides. The gel I use to style it makes it look messy and black instead of dark brown. With my black boots, I stand at six-foot-three, and having spent an hour at the gym every night after school, I finally have great definition. I’m stage ready.

    I walk out on stage with my guitar strung around my neck, pick in hand, waiting for the nerves to consume me. But they don’t.

    Why? Because I’m a damn legend; that’s why. The stadium is sold out, and the crowd is going wild.

    “Hello, New Jersey!” I hold the mic out for the crowd’s roar, and they give me exactly what I want.

    “I am Memphis Black, lead singer and guitarist extraordinaire for—” Fuck, I hate this part. What the hell is the band’s name?

    “Black Hawks,” my sister Madison whispers.

    “The Black Hawks!” I yell to the crowd.

    “That name is so lame.” I hear my sister’s friend Tally giggle.

    “You two, out.”

    “No, you said, if we videotaped this, you would—”


    “Come on, it’s our first dance. We need to learn how!” Madison stomps her foot.

    “Well, you didn’t hold up your end of the deal, now did you?” I lift the guitar strap over my head.

    “Come on, please,” Madison says with huge eyes.

    “Yeah, please,” Tally joins her.

    I consider telling them to fuck off, but they would tell Mom. I consider a simple no, but they’d tell her that, too. Therefore, I choose the safest answer.

    “Fine. But you both have to shut the hell up.”

    Tally covers her mouth, looking horrified. The girl is a train wreck in epic, adolescent proportion. She has kinky brown curls and a ribbon always wrapped around her head. Freckles bridge her nose and dot her face, and she always wears cartoon character T-shirts. Today, it’s Care Bears.

    “What now, Tales?” I huff.

    “You said—”

    Hell?” I laugh.

    She giggles again. “Yeah, you did.”

    “You know what? I think the both of you should just stay home. All freshman girls do at a dance is stand in a corner, giggle, and look like dweebs.” I look at my sister. “Mads, if a boy asks you to dance, you’ll start laughing and snorting.” Next, I point at her friend. “Tall, you’ll get some big-ass grin.” I roll my eyes when she covers her mouth again. The little girl can’t handle a curse word to save her life. “Just keep smiling and laughing, and they’ll think there’s something wrong up in those crazy heads of yours. Besides, you’re both in that—I don’t know—the awkward stage: braces, boobs just budding …”

    Tally covers her mouth again, while Madison starts to get really pissed off.

    “I mean, look at that hair. Mads, you’re so used to wearing a ball cap you have permanent hat head. And you—” I can’t resist taking one more shot at Tally—“how the hell are you gonna get a comb through that kinky mess before Saturday?”

    That’s when Madison finally screams for Mom. Tally just looks at me like that cat from the cartoon, the one with the big, green guy. Shrek? Yeah, Shrek. Puss, Puss in Boots. That’s what her face looks like.

    Looking back at her, I almost feel kind of bad for giving them a hard time.

    Mom comes in then and gives me the third degree. She tells me, “Girls are sensitive when they’re going through changes,” and that I should ‘be more thoughtful.’

    Finally, I can’t take it anymore.

    “Okay, Mom, fine. I will buy into their little girl fantasies about that girl with the blue dress, the one with the mice that turn into horses—”

    “Cinderella.” In spite of herself, my mom laughs.

    “Yeah, her.”

    Her face goes from amused to suspicious. “What exactly are they doing in your room, anyway?”

    “They were supposed to be taping my performance.”

    I try not to smile as she gives me that look. I know exactly what she’s about to say: that my rock star fantasies are just as lame as some dumb fairytale with talking mice.

    “It’s not the same thing, Mom. This is my dream, something I can actually make into a career one day.”

    “I know, Memphis.” She pats my back, smiling. “But maybe their dream is to dance.”


    Some more…..


    “Damn, check out that little peach,” River says when he meets up with us, running his hands back and forth through his hair, ridding it of some of the Atlantic. He points to a chick laid out on a beach towel, all oiled up, top already undone, and she is turning around to lie on her back.

    “Oh, fuck no.” I almost laugh as we get past her, heading for the volleyball net.

    “Sascrotch,” Finn mumbles under his breath.

    We all bust up laughing.

    “She’s hot and all, but who the fuck doesn’t look in the mirror and see they need a fucking trim before—”

    “That’s more than a trim, man; that would require a bush hog,” I laugh.

    “She’s a moped,” River chimes in. “I’d ride the hell out of her for fun, but I sure as fuck wouldn’t want any one of you to see me on her.”

    “Hair grows there for a reason,” Billy says.

    “So does facial hair, man, but you trim that shit so you don’t look like a mountain man.”



    “One day, your father caught me watching you and said, ‘Do you know what happens to sinners, young man?’ I told him no, I didn’t. I was a kid! He looks at me and says, ‘They burn in hell.’

    “I fucking laughed in his face. Hell, he preached God’s love and was pegging me at ten years old as a sinner. He didn’t think that shit was funny. I wasn’t thinking about banging you back then, Tales. I was fucking ten.

    “He told me, ‘If you have sexual desires for her, you best get down on your knees and pray, young man.’” Memphis shakes his head. “I had no clue what he was talking about. Sex was far from my mind. I was into Legos or some other shit my old man bought, promising he’d spend time doing it with me and then bailing.”

    And… HEAT

    “You looking for a fight? ’Cause you’ve got one,” Ricky snaps.

    Finn steps between them. “Walk, man, while you can.”

    Memphis looks at me. “If we’re gonna be playing around for the next couple of days, it’s one on one, you feel me?”

    “I was just dancing.” I blush and look to see if Mads is watching this. She’s not; she’s dancing with River and Billy.

    “That wasn’t dancing, Tallia. That was fucking foreplay,” he says, stepping into my space as “Teacher” by Nick Jonas starts. He then takes my hands and puts them on his hips. “Your little hands go here, not on his, feel me?”

    I nod as he places his hands over mine and drags them up under his shirt as his hips start swaying to the music.

    As Nick’s voice booms “Oh my, oh my, oh my God” over the speakers, Memphis’s hips circle while he moves down slowly until he is hip level with my hands on his shoulders. I close my eyes and start swaying as his hands run up the back of my thighs and stop right below my butt. Then he lifts the hem of my tank top with his nose and runs it across my stomach before I feel his tongue against my skin.

    My knees weaken, and I clutch his incredibly strong shoulders while he continues to lick, kiss, and graze his teeth across my now exposed flesh. He senses it and places a kiss on my hip as he slowly kisses up my side and then turns me so my back is against his body. He takes my hands in his and runs them up my body as he sings, “So let me teach ya,” in my ear, sending chills all over my body.

    My hands now rub up my front and over my chest, and he groans in my ear.

    “So let me teach ya,” he sings again, my hands now behind his neck.

    “Hold tight; don’t let go,” he commands against my neck. “Rock with me.”

    He sways, and I follow his lead as his hands grip my hips and pull me toward his hard body. And his body is hard everywhere.

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Books, Photos & a little bit of everything else: Aug. 28

  • More by Rachel De Lune: Cover Reveal

Book: More
Author: Rachel De Lune
Genre: Erotic Romance
Miserable and dejected in her marriage, Isabel Fields encounters a stranger in a bar promising an opportunity to change her life. Nonetheless, she must make a decision she thought was reserved for other women. 

Sexual dominant, Sebastian York, specializes in igniting passion in his lovers, but women always come and go, and he’s never had a woman to call his own.

Leading Izzy, a natural submissive, on a journey of sexual awakening, their casual arrangement soon grows too confining. Seb satisfies everything Izzy has craved and she instinctively bows to his dominant personality, fulfilling his every desire.

Their casual arrangement ignites Isabel’s long-buried passion and touches her heart, but Izzy struggles with the emotional turmoil that plagues her soul.

Sacrifices will have to be made by both, putting their love to the test. Izzy stands to lose the marriage she dedicated years of her life to, but has a chance to gain a relationship she’s always longed for. 

All depends on whether Sebastian proves to be the love of Izzy’s life, or leaves her wanting more…

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Rachel De Lune writes emotionally driven erotic romance. She began scribbling her stories in the pages of a notebook several years ago. Today, she’s still scribbling stories of dominance and submission and is looking forward to releasing her début ‘The Evermore series’ to the world.
Rachel lives in the South West of England and daydreams about shoes, lingerie and chocolate, in-between being a mum and a wife. She would love to give up her day job to devote more time to her scribbles.  For every woman who’s ever desired more.
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Books, Photos & a little bit of everything else: Aug. 27

  • Pieces of One Part 2 by SVC Ricketts: Cover Reveal

  • Hot as Hale by Marie James: Cover Reveal & Giveaway

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Title: Pieces of One, Part 2 (The Dark Life Collection)
Author: SVC Ricketts
Genre: Suspense/Contemp. Romance
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Book TWO in a three part dark suspense and contemporary romance series. Be warned: IT HAS A CLIFFHANGER ENDING!

** Due to explicit language, violence and sexual scenes, this is recommended for a mature audience, 18+. Read with extreme CAUTION. **

Within the last few weeks I’ve been stalked, almost raped, witnessed a murder, and found out I am working with the FBI. All because of that slutty tramp, Marvy. Mind you, I did have my first sexual experience with a smoking hot guy, so there’s that…but I still hate her.

That wimpy cry-baby blames me for everything which is total joke! If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have gone back to the club without a gun. Now I’m stuck with that jerk-off, Bryson, hiding from people that want to see me dead.

I’m supposed to be getting the dirt on Bryson, but truth of the matter is, I think I’m falling for the scumbag. He did kill someone to protect me, but he’s the reason he had to. Sigh. I don’t know what to think a

bout him. He doesn’t know about my secrets. Or maybe he does.
The only man I can trust is Alex. But he doesn’t know where I am thanks to Bryson. I love them both in ways that are completely different—kind of like my alters.

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SVC Ricketts is an indie Contemporary Romance author and professional smart alec (self-professed). Her work has been recognized by the Pacific Northwest Writers Association and was selected as a finalist for the 2013 PNWA Literary Competition in the Romance category. She self-published her first book, a LGTB Romance novella called My Last Season With You in October of 2014. Then in June 2015, indie published Pieces of One, Part 1, the first book in The Dark Life Collection.

Raised between Southern California and Oahu, she moved to the Pacific Northwest in 1993 and although she loves it here, her heart belongs to the Islands-it always will. When she’s not in, what she loving calls “book-mode,” she multitasks her life between her hilarious adult special needs daughter, super smexy husband of 10+ years, two dogs, and sweating out her stress in a hot yoga studio. She’s also an avid Twitter (@SVC_Ricketts) and Facebook (SVC Ricketts) addict (again, self-professed). If you want to check out her other ramblings, you can visit her at http://www.SmexyIndieAuthor.com.P2 - Stalk Here

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Book: Hot as Hale
Author: Marie James
Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date – 7th September

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Innocent Joselyne Bennett loves her quiet life. As an elementary teacher her days include teaching kids then going home to research fun science projects to add to her lesson plan. Her only excitement is living vicariously through her sister Lorali and friend Alexa Warner.

Incredibly gorgeous police detective Kaleb Perez was going through the motions of life. His position on the force as a narcotics detective forced him to cross paths with Josie after a shooting involving her friend.

On more than one occasion Kaleb discreetly tried to catch Josie’s eye. On every occasion he was ignored but when her hand is forced after a break-in at her apartment Josie and Kaleb are on a collision course with each other. Formerly timid Josie is coaxed out of her shell by the sexy-as-sin Kaleb who nurtures her inner sex-kitten in the most seductive ways, and replaces her inexperience with passionate need.

The small group has overcome so much in such a short period of time and just when they think they can settle back into their lives they are forced back into the unknown. Can Kaleb protect Josie from further tragedy? Can she let him go once the threat of danger is gone?

This is a standalone contemporary novel. The next book in the Hale Series: To Hale and Back is the conclusion of the series and in the point of view of all six characters.

Recommended for readers 18 and up due to strong language and explicit sexual content.


“How long do you think you can hold out, Mariposa?” I’m teasing her now, no way I’ll attempt to touch her again since she’s told me no.
She shrugs her shoulder and gives me a sly smile. “Can I hold you tonight?” I ask again, switching gears away from my desire to have her sit on my face.
“Please.” She answers.
I hold my hand out to her as I stand and grab her clothes off of the table. I tug her towards my bedroom, turning off lights as we go. I can hear Mia making her way behind us, knowing she will settle down again on her bed in the corner of my room for the night.
“I didn’t pack sleep clothes,” I inform Josie as we step into my room. “I guess you’ll just have to sleep naked.”
She steps away from me and just as I think she’s about to protest, she reaches behind her, lowers the zipper on her skirt, and lets it fall to the ground. She’s facing the bed and the sight of her beautiful back, narrow hips, and smooth legs make me groan.
When she bends over to pick her skirt up off the floor my cock jumps in my pants. Instinctively my hand reaches down and grips it. “That’s fine.” She replies as she walks her skirt to me and drops it on top of her other clothing in my hand.
I growl at her, drop her clothes on the dresser, and pull out a t-shirt. A very large t-shirt. One that ensures nothing will be peeking out once she has it on. “On second thought,” I say as I hand it over to her. She giggles and pulls it on over her head. It almost hits her at her knees. Much better.
She saunters back in front of me and reaches for the buttons on my shirt. “Josie.” I admonish mildly.
“Shhh, Kaleb. I heard what you said earlier.” She reaches up on her tip toes and kisses my chin. “You’re overdressed.”
I stand stock still and let her unbutton my shirt. She runs her tiny, warm hands up my stomach and over my pecs, causing my muscles to bunch. I’m thick and hard as steel in my pants, and there’s no sense in even trying to hide it. She knows I want her.
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Marie James, full-time working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I’ve spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I’ve always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and sewing. I even listen to audio books while sewing. Hot as Hale is book 3 in the 4 book Hale Series.

I have several other story lines worked out for other books once this series is complete. Reading and writing is my happy place.

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Book 1 Coming to Hale
Book 2 Begging for Hale
Book 3 Hot as Hale

Coming to Hale

Begging for Hale