Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Cover Reveal & Excerpt: SLADE (Walk of Shame #1) by Victoria Ashley #sladecoverreveal

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Release Date: June 3rd






SYNOPSIS:


My name is Slade Merrick and I’m a fucking sex addict . . .  

I’ve been told it’s a problem. But I see it as a passion; something that I’m good at. And who the fuck stops something that they’re good at?
They want me to seek help; get my cock in check. Don't judge my lifestyle. You’re no better than me. Just admit it, you like to fuck too. Sex is what I do best; my own personal high, so I embrace it instead of being ashamed.
When I'm not fucking, I'm slinging drinks at Walk Of Shame or stripping my way into your bed; another thing I'm good at. Every woman’s darkest fantasy brought to life.
So, am I stopping? Fuck no. Sex is beautiful, raw and erotic and I get off knowing I can have it with anyone I want . . . with the exception of her.
Aspen. 
She walks into the club swaying those hips, instantly drawing my cock to attention. She’s pure perfection. That is, until she opens that mouth, drawing me in and for the first time in forever I want something more than sex. I want her and she hates it.
Things get dirty. Dirty is what I like; it’s how I live. But . . . she’s playing a game she can never win.

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EXCERPT:


It’s dark.
      I love it with the lights off. She insisted on teasing me this way. My arms are tied behind me; my naked body bound to a chair. Goose bumps prickle my flesh as she softly blows on my hard cock, almost breaking my willpower. Her lips are so close, yet not close enough. I insist on teasing her this way.
      “Na ah, not yet, baby.” 
      She tilts her head up, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders as her eyes lock with mine. They’re intense; desperate. She’s silently begging me with her eyes; asking me to let her touch me already. I’m used to this. She needs to learn that when you’re in my house we play by my rules. “Slade,” she whimpers. “Come on already.”
      “Look down, baby.” She tilts her head back down and runs her tongue over her lips as she eagerly looks at my cock; no doubt imagining what it tastes like in her mouth. “That’s it. Don’t move.”
      I lift my hips, bringing the tip of my head to brush her lips. “You want me in your mouth?”
      She nods her head and lets out a sound between a moan and a growl. Damn, it’s such a turn on.
      “How bad do you want it? I want to fucking hear it?”
      Her nails dig into my thighs as she growls in aggravation, “More than anything. I fucking want it so just give it to me, dammit. You already know how bad I want it.”
      A deep laugh rumbles in my throat as she scratches her nails down my legs in an attempt to hurt me. What she doesn’t realize is that I welcome the pain. I get off on it.
      “Is that all you got, pussycat?” I tease. “If you want my cock, you’re going to have to do better than that.”
      She looks angry now; determined. Standing up, she points a finger in my chest. “You’re the one tied up. This is supposed to be my game. Why do you have to torture me and make me wait?”
      Biting my bottom lip, I nod for her to move closer to me. When she gets close to my face, I stick my tongue out and run it over her lips, causing her to tremble as I taste her. “Show. Me. How. Much. You. Want. Me.”
      Straddling me, she screams and slaps me hard across the face before yanking my head back by my hair. If I could get any harder, I would.
      Fuck me.
      “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” I press my stiff cock against her ass, showing her just how turned on I am. Then I look her in the eye. “Show me what you can do with your mouth. First impression is always the most important.”
      A mischievous smile spreads across her face as she slithers her way off my lap and down between my legs. Gripping my thighs in her hands, she runs her tongue over the tip of my dick before suctioning it into her mouth. It hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She doesn’t care; completely uninhibited. She just shoves it deeper.           
      Fuck yeah.
      I moan as she swirls her tongue around my shaft while sucking at the same time. It feels fucking fantastic. “I told you it’s worth the wait, baby. Just wait until I get inside you. It feels better than it tastes.”
      She pulls back and licks her lips. “Then why don’t you show me. My pussy has never been so wet.” She stands up and bends over in front of me, exposing her wet lips. I can see the moisture glistening from here; beckoning to suck me inside.  She smiles as she runs her fingers over the folds as if she’s teasing me; testing me. “You like that?” She asks seductively, tantalizing me. “You want this tight little pussy all for yourself, you greedy little bastard?”
      I nod, playing into her little game. She seems to think she’s in charge.
      “Well, come and get it.” She inserts her fingers into her mouth and sucks them clean, before shoving them into her entrance, fucking me with her eyes. Her ass moves up and down in perfect rhythm as she purrs. “I’m waiting.” She shoves her fingers deeper. “I want to see those muscles flexing as you ram into me. I want you to…” 
       Well you won’t be waiting for long. 
      Breaking free from my restraints, I stand up, grab her hips and flip her around before slamming her back up against the wall. “What were you saying, baby?” I growl into her ear. I grip both of her ass cheeks and lift her as she wraps her legs around my waist, squeezing. “I’m not sure you can handle what I have to offer.” I grip her face in my hand before leaning in and biting her bottom lip, roughly tugging. “You’re finally about to get what you’ve wanted. I just hope you don’t have shit to do for the next few days because this might get a little rough. Last time to make your escape, because once I start there’s no stopping until you’re screaming my name loud; so loud it fucking hurts my ears.” I search her eyes waiting to see if she’s changed her mind; nothing but raw heat and lust. She still wants it. She’s brave. No girl walks into my bed and walks out unscathed.  So, she’ll get it. I lift an eyebrow. “Okay, then.”
      I take wide strides across the room to my king-sized bed and toss her atop the mattress. Before she can blink, I am between her thighs, spreading them wide for me. I run my tongue up her smooth flesh, stopping at intersection of her thighs and clean shaven pussy. “You ready for me to make you cum without even touching you?” 

      I begin blowing my cool breath across her swollen, wet pussy. She thrusts her hips up; no doubt her hungry little pussy wanting more and just as I’m about to show her my skills, there’s a knock at the damn door.

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MEET THE AUTHOR:


Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion. 

She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood.


She is the author of Wake Up Call and This Regret and is currently working on more releases for 2014.


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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

@InkSlingerPR's Blog Tour: NIGHT AFTER NIGHT by @LaurenBlakely3: Review & Giveway














SYNOPSIS:




**Warning: Spare panties are needed...you're welcome.***

"You are being rewarded for turning me on. But we're doing it my way. You teased the hell out of me, and now I want to watch you squirm. Crawl up on my bed and get on your hands and knees."

Their world was sex, love, and lies.
He intoxicated her. Commanded. Consumed.
With a dirty mind and a mouth to match, Clay Nichols is everything Julia never knew she wanted and exactly what she cannot have. He walked into her life one night and unlocked pleasure in her that she never knew was possible. Possessing her body, captivating her every thought. Which makes him way too dangerous for Julia Bell to risk her heart, given that she has a price tag on her head. She ran after one mind-blowing week with him, but now he's back, and determined to make her his own.
No matter the cost.
She was a sexy drug to him. Fiery, unforgettable, and never enough, Julia is an enigma, and Clay isn't willing to let her go without a fight. But she's got dark secrets of her own that threaten to destroy any chance of happiness. She's a wanted woman - the stakes are high, her every move is watched, and yet the lure between them can't be denied. Can two people burned by love trust again when desire and passion are met by danger at every turn?
A sensual, emotionally-charged erotic romance that is now a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling novel!





REVIEW:


        




Night After Night was a deliciously hot, dirty and very entertaining story!  Sometimes when you read erotica the story takes the back seat to all the scorching sex, but Lauren Blakely doesn't follow this line of thinking (thank goodness), the story of Clay and Julia is really engaging and hard to put down (and the sex is Kindle melting hot)!

Lauren Blakely's writing is easy to get swept up in and in a blink I was done with Night After Night and left craving more!  Julia and Clay are a refreshing change to your typical main characters in contemporary romance.  There is no past traumas in their pasts, no abuse.  They both come from "normal", well adjusted families and had a typical childhood.  Clay likes sex in all ways because he just likes sex (kinks and all).  Julia isn't shy and is comfortable asking for what she wants (and taking it too).  I really liked this combination of strong personalities coming together and igniting my Kindle.  Lauren Blakely has created a set of interesting characters that are sarcastic, funny and for the most part pretty well adjusted, and I love that!

Night After Night is the story of Julia and Clay realizing that they want more than just one night together.  This story was easy to jump in and read.  There is a bit of drama with an issue from Julia's past that keeps her from truly being "free" and she has a hard time opening up to Clay.  Clay just wants one thing from Julia (besides sex): honesty.  While I enjoyed this story, there were times where I didn't understand what Julia's "problem" truly entailed and I wish that was expanded on so I could understand why she didn't want to let Clay know about her secret, but even with that I really liked the twist that the female lead had the "secret" not the male lead.

All in all this was a great, HOT read that showed you can have heat and sweet.  If you are looking for a story that has heart, heat and an interesting plot, then Night After Night is for you!  I can not WAIT to get my hands on the next book in this series, After this Night, coming in May 2014!












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**Please note: This book is intended for 18+ due to dirty talk, light bondage, and lots of sexy scenes. This ebook edition also includes the prequel novella First Night, which precedes Night After Night. The sequel, After This Night, releases May 12 and can be pre-ordered now. 
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Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with 
heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In UsPretending He’s MinePlaying With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.




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Monday, April 28, 2014

Review: FIGHTING TO FORGET by JB Salsbury


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Fighting to Forget (Fighting #3)




SYNOPSIS:


Every fighter is drawn to the violence, the release that a perfect hit can bring. But very few are drawn to the pain. Rex Carter lives behind a wall of indifference. The demons from his childhood act as an anesthetic, keeping him distant from emotional connections. Only the ache from a knock to the jaw, the sting of a tattoo needle, or the heat from a piercing can jolt him back from the numbness. The fiery pain is all he can feel, and nothing compares to the burn. Or so he thought. Working in a Las Vegas bar isn't Georgia McIntyre's dream. But she hopes it'll be an end to the nightmare. She's watched him, followed him and kept tabs, all in preparation for this moment: to make amends and share the secret she’s been carrying since she was a kid. But she didn't count on the feelings that seeing him again would stir up, the vacant look in his stormy-blue eyes, and his perfect body now mutilated by ink and metal. And she knows why. She's lived his pain every single day, since the day he left. Changed by time, Rex doesn't remember the girl from his past. If only she could do the same. Will she get the absolution she's spent her life seeking? Or will he continue Fighting to Forget?




REVIEW:

            



I loved Fighting to Forget hard! I read it cover to cover in one night, I could not put it down and it was worth the book hangover the next day.  JB Salsbury is a master storyteller and can evoke deep and heart wrenching emotions with just her words. I am sitting here days later and still get tears in my eyes and find myself sighing when I think of Rex and Mac/Gia's story. This series has to be one of the best MMA book series out there (and I have read many).  JB Salsbury, if it is possible, gets better and better with each book in this series. 

Fighting to Forget isn't an easy story to read.  There are lots of heart breaking and disturbing things that happen to these poor characters in the past, but overcoming this past and finding each other again makes this story so beautiful.  JB Salsbury gives us a story with many, many layers and weaves characters and plot points from Fighting for Flight and Fighting to Forgive beautifully.  You don't have to read the other books in the series to enjoy this story (it is a stand alone) but I would recommend reading this series in order (because it is so very good) so you can really get all the depth, emotion and revelations that come up in Fighting to Forget.  This is not a book about MMA fighting.  This is a book about a fighter, who is doing his best just to get through the day and find something that helps him cope with is issues and creating a family within the MMA community.  If you are picking this up to read about lots of fighting, you aren't going to get that, you are getting an amazing story about survival, forgiveness and learning to let love in your life.

The characters in this book are brilliantly written. You get very invested in their lives/stories and find yourself rooting for them, crying with them and wanting them to get their slice of happily ever after. JB Salsbury is a brilliant at creating characters that are intense, funny, sexy, strong and and slightly broken, you don't get the average fighter meets girl romance with her and I LOVE that!  Fighting to Forget introduces us to Rex and Mac/Gia but we also get to revisit Jonah/Raven and Layla/Blake and get more of their stories as well.  With characters as fascinating as these I am always going to want more information on them and I was happy that JB Salsbury was able to intermix these characters into this story seamlessly.

Rex's is story will break your heart.  Gia/Mac will make so angry at her that at times you just want to throw your hands in the air and scream.  However, this is all worth it because when Rex and Gia/Mac are together it is beautiful and they will be one of those book couples that I never forget (I still get flashbacks to parts of their romance a week later).  Fighting to Forget is a MUST read!  If you haven't read this series you are in for a treat with this JB Salsbury offering and if you have been a fan of this series you are going to love Rex!  I can't wait to see what JB Salsbury gives us next in Fighting the Fall coming in October.





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JBProfilepicJB Salsbury, USA Today Best Selling author of the Fighting series, lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and two kids. She spends the majority of her day as a domestic engineer. But while she works through her daily chores, a world of battling alphas, budding romance, and impossible obstacles claws away at her subconscious, begging to be released to the page. Her love of good storytelling led her to earn a degree in Media Communications. With her journalistic background, writing has always been at the forefront, and her love of romance prompted her to sink her free time into novel writing. Fighting for Flight, Fighting to Forgive, and Fighting to Forget are the first three novels in the MMA romance series. Fighting the Fall is due to be released in October 2014. For more information on the series or just to say hello, visit JB on her website, Facebook, or Goodreads page.



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SYNOPSIS:



You don't choose when.



You don't choose where.

And you don't get to choose who you fall in love with.
The minute he opened his sexy mouth, Holliday Hughes should have known Jack Dalton was trouble. His smooth pickup lines, broad shoulders, and ridiculously handsome face charmed her right out of her clothes. She gave into her desires, the instant attraction blinding her to the obvious.
One night. That was all it took for Holliday’s world to be flipped on its axis. Jack Dalton was cocky. Smug. Volatile. Demanding. He ignited something deep inside her like no other, but there was something more to this brooding bad boy. There was a dark side to him she couldn't help but be drawn to.

Torn between what she knew about him and a mysterious side he tried to hide, could she walk away or was he simply too hard to resist?





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S.L. Scott is a former high-tech account manager with a journalism degree pursuing her passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her characters and letting them lead her on their adventures.

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Scott lives in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons, two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys.

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Saturday, April 26, 2014

Giveaway, Excerpt & Review: WILD RIDE by Juliette Jones









SYNOPSIS:

For Lacey Callihan, things couldn't get much worse. She's working a dead-end job, living with a dead-end boyfriend and stuck in a dead-end town. When Lacey's boyfriend steals her meager life savings and hits her for questioning him, it's the last straw. She skips town in her rust-heap of a car - which she can only pray will get her as far as Texas. And it does. Spluttering to a final stop just as she crosses the border. But when two ultra-hot cowboys pull up in their convertible red Mustang and offer her a ride, Lacey has a feeling her luck is about to change ...



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EXCERPT:



Chapter One
I awoke feeling happy, God knows why.  I’d had little sleep, the day was already hot as sin, and I had another long shift ahead of me at a job that I hated with every fiber of my being.  I’d had waitressing jobs before that I’d half-enjoyed, but The Rusty Nail was hardly a choice establishment.  The clientele were a seedy, drunken, desperate bunch who never tired of groping and grabbing as their beer-on-tap was liberally, endlessly served.  By me.  A dead-end bar on a dead-end street in a dead-end town, that’s what it was.  The tips were good enough, though, so I’d stuck with it for eight and a half months so far, saving every penny I could get away with, stashing my wadded bundles of cash in an empty peanut butter jar I hid at the back of the kitchen cupboard where I kept the herbal teas, the organic rice, the walnuts, when I could afford them: it was a cupboard Cal avoided.
I’d thought of quitting my job more than once, God knew that.  Every day, in fact.  But it helped that I could walk the mile and half from the house we were renting – a glorified shack with one bedroom and the smallest kitchen I’d ever seen.  My car was a rust heap that ran, but barely.  It needed some stuff done to it that Cal had promised he would take care of, especially after the mechanic said the repairs would cost more than the car was worth.  Cal was a mechanic, so I’d thought he might make it a priority.  Take it to work with him, or something.  Fix it when he had a spare hour or two.
That hadn’t happened.  His motorcycles needed fixing.  There was always a part that had to be replaced or a spark plug to tune, or whatever.
Cal’s promises had never been something I could reliably hinge my hopes on.  Even in the beginning.  Now, after almost two years of living together, our relationship had taken on all the glitter and glamor of the dingy windows the sun was feebly trying to shine through.  And it wasn’t having much luck.  Looking around the stuffy, messy bedroom, I couldn’t quite place the reason behind my unwarranted spark of optimism.  Beyond the dirty panes of glass, the sky gleamed a bright, incandescent blue.  Outside this house, it was a masterpiece of a day and one that I wanted to make the most of.
And I remembered: today was my birthday.  My twenty-first.
I’d already planned to stop in at a swanky shop I passed on my way to work, to treat myself.  There was a handbag I’d had my eye on for a whole month.  It was red and orange, made of leather.  Expensive.  Just last week, it had been put on sale.  Thirty percent off.  And if a girl couldn’t buy herself a present on her twenty-first birthday, then what was the point?  I worked hard and I figured I deserved it.  God knew Cal wouldn’t buy it for me.  I’d be lucky if he even remembered it was my birthday.
Before I could rise from the bed, Cal’s burly arm wrapped around me.  I could smell the sweat and grease of yesterday’s workday.  He hadn’t even bothered to shower before coming to bed.  Nice.  He pulled me closer, and started kissing my neck, but I struggled, pulling away from his grasp.  “Let me go,” I said.  “I’m getting up.”
His grip on my arm tightened.  “Let’s have some fun,” he murmured.
It was the last thing in the world I felt like doing.  Fun with Cal, I realized at that moment, wasn’t fun anymore.  It had been, once.  A long time ago.
I wriggled free of him and heard him swear.  “What the fuck’s up with you, Lacey?  Are you screwing around on me or something?”
“No,” I said, instantly relieved to be out of his reach.  “I just have to get into work early today.  There’s a new girl starting and I have to train her.”
“Why do you have to work so much?  You should spend more time here.  With me.”
I didn’t bother telling him that I was specifically avoiding doing exactly that, or that I had some other stuff I wanted to do before work.  If he knew how much money I planned on spending on the bag, he’d go apeshit, plus he’d wonder how I made enough to buy it.  At first I’d felt a little guilty about skimming off of our shared income.  Hiding it away for myself.  I’d been saving since I got the job at The Rusty Nail.  I must have known I wouldn’t be here forever.  Even then, without even realizing it, I’d been hatching an escape plan.
I took a quick shower and put on a pair of white cotton panties, a white sundress and my favorite sandals.  Drying my long, wavy, white-blond hair until it was smooth, the way Cal preferred it – out of habit more than any inclination to please him, I left it loose.  I guessed it was already ninety degrees outside and it wasn’t even ten o’clock.  Checking to make sure Cal wasn’t up yet, I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on, to muffle the noise I was about to make.  Reaching to the back of my cupboard, I pulled out the jar.  But when I pulled it out, it felt light.  Opening it, I could see that it wasn’t stuffed full with the $2,314.00 I’d saved.  There was only a small roll of wadded-up tens and twenties.  My stomach did a weird little flip and I reached back into the cupboard, searching.  Maybe it had tipped over, and spilled.  But no.  It was tightly sealed, well-disguised.  Aside from a few forgotten tea bags and some rice grains, the back of the cupboard was bare.  I counted the money.  A hundred and fifty-eight dollars.  My fist balled around the crumpled bills.  Anger bristled in me, and a sadness that felt more like grief.  Tears pricked at the back of my eyes.
I stormed into the bedroom.  Cal was awake, lying on his back with one arm slung behind his head.  His other hand was gripping his erection, rubbing it.  “Come here for a minute, baby.  Come and give me a little love.”
“Where’s my money?” I accused, having no intention of doing any such thing.
“I needed it to pay the rent,” he said, increasing his pace.
“I already gave you my half.  Last week.  Besides, the rent’s only seven hundred.  Where’s the rest?”
“My Harley’s havin’ a few issues, honey, you know that.  I just needed a new exhaust pipe.  And the clutch was rusted.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  “You used my money to fix your Harley?”
“Yeah.  I figured you wouldn’t mind.  You got plenty there.”
“What about my car?”
“I’ll do that next.  Oh, fuck,” he gasped, using both hands.  “Come on, Lace.  Come sit on me.”
Fuck off,” I said, shocking even myself.  I never swore.  I always thought it sounded crass.  Trashy.  Never mind that I wastrash, I mused, surprising myself again with the errant realization.  I’d never thought of myself that way before this minute, not even once.  But now that my money was gone I was back to square one.  Back to The Rusty Nail and the endless, bottomless pit that was my life.  Why had I ever even bothered to scrimp and save and dream?  Maybe this was all I was destined for.  Maybe he was my destiny.  As I considered this possibility, my spirit kicked up defiantly.  No way.  No fucking way.  “I want my money back.”
Cal jumped up and strode over to me, grabbing me.  He pushed me against the wall, pinning me with the heavy weight of his body.  “What the fuck did you just say to me?
I’d never been afraid of Cal before that moment.  Irritated, disappointed, mildly repulsed, yes.  But never afraid.  The rage in his eyes terrified me.  Even so, I refused to cower from him.  I was done with him, I knew it right then and there.  All I wanted to do was get away from him.  Desperately.  And I wasn’t thinking straight.  “I said give me my money, you useless, low-life loser.  Give it to me!”
It was then that Cal slapped me, right across the side of the face.  Hard.  So hard that I fell, bumping my head against the wall. And in that split-second of white, star-flicked brutality, I took my chance.  I crawled through the open bedroom door before he could react, and I rose to my feet, running to the front door.  He ran after me but I was quicker.  I pulled the door open and ran across the unkempt lawn to the driveway, where my old car was parked.  The keys were in it.  It wasn’t a car that someone would want to steal. He was searching for his jeans, or something to put on, in the messy bedroom.  I had seconds, and I prayed with every ounce of religious tendency I possessed, which – until then – wasn’t all that much.  I prayed as though my life depended on it, and maybe it did.
I pumped the gas and turned the key.  The car spluttered but didn’t fire.  I did it again.  And again.  On my fourth try, the engine roared to life.  I gunned it once more, then jammed it into reverse.  I backed right out onto the road, not even looking or caring.  I think I would rather have died a sudden, violent death than have stayed in that house even one second longer.
A car swerved and honked but I barely even noticed it.  He was coming.
Slamming the car into drive, I floored the accelerator and lurched out into the path of oncoming traffic.  I didn’t care if I hit him or if someone else hit me.  I gunned that piece-of-crap-turned-beautiful-chariot to speed, manoeuvering my way between a few cars, whose drivers were waving their fists and yelling.  I barely noticed.
Glancing in the rear-view mirror, I could see him.  Standing there in the middle of the road, shirtless and barefoot.  Getting smaller in the glorious distance.
I was twenty-one years old and had a hundred and fifty-eight dollars to my name.


And I was free.





REVIEW:

         



Somedays you just need a short, HOT read and Wild Ride was the perfect scratch for that itch!  Juliette Jones starts this story off with Lacey getting herself free of a bad situation (read Chapter 1 above) and setting off to find a new life... and boy what she found was Kindle melting!

Wild Ride takes off at a break-neck speed and gets the ball moving quickly.  Juliette Jones does a great job of combining great pacing with to-the-point dialogue.  These characters know what they want and go after it!  This is a quick short story/novella but at times you get that depth of emotion and connection between the characters so that you feel you are getting a full length story of content (without all the extra drama in the mix).  

Wild Ride is erotica, but also more.  Juliette Jones managed to weave in a sweet story about taking chances and going for what you deserve and want, in between the heat.  I wish this short story was the start to a longer novel (and maybe it will be) because there is still so much I would like to read about with Lacey and the boys (the epilogue was FANTASTIC at giving me a sneak peak at what that next book could be like).

Lacey sure picked the right car to bum a ride off of and if you a fan of erotic stories or if you are in the mood for something hot, with a good story and sweet connection, then Wild Ride is the perfect pick!










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Juliette Jones is the author of BILLIONAIRE and WILD RIDE. She has worked as an editor, a librarian and the administrative assistant of a hot billionaire. She lives in New York City.



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