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{Release Blitz} Game On

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Title: Game On
Author: S.C. Daiko
Genre: Contemporary, YA, Sports romance
Cover Designer: RBA Designs 


If I wasn’t her student it would be game on.


There was only one thing I wanted in life: to play professional rugby.

I lived and breathed it until I met Beth.

She’s beautiful, sweet, and so incredibly sexy . . .

but she’s out of bounds.

Beth wants me, I know she does, and I want her.

If I wasn’t her student it would be game on.


There was only one thing I wanted in life: to be a good teacher.

And I was until I met Ryan.

He held me against his hard body on a hot Ibiza night,

and I lost myself to him.

Six months later, he’s in my Spanish class…

what I feel for him is totally against the rules.

Soon rugby isn’t the only game Ryan is playing.

But when his past catches up with him, and everything starts to go wrong . . .

will it be game over for the two of us?

Warning 1Game On is about a super-fit young rugby player who has the hots for his sexy Spanish teacher.

Warning 2Game On might melt your panties. Proceed with caution. Readers aged 18+ only.

Warning 3Game On is filled with feels, angst, and off-the-chart chemistry. A taboo relationship, a black moment, and then a happy ending. Enjoy!

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The music takes me away, the throbbing bass rhythm carrying me into a whirlpool of movement; I sway my hips, arms crossed above my head. I’ve drunk too much but what the hell… I’m having fun. Moving my ass in time to the beat, I head back to the table and take another sip of vodka lemon, trying to act as if this is what I do every Saturday night. The drink burns its way down to my belly, and stokes my excitement.

Megan, my bestie and the bride-to-be, grins at me from where she’s sprawled on the corner sofa of the nightclub. “You okay, my lovely?”

“Having a blast,” I say, giving her a high-five.

We’re here on the party island of Ibiza for her hen weekend… me, my twin sister Sophie (who’s not drinking as she’s trying for a baby) and Meg’s sister, Lowri, who’s had more than Meg and I combined. Lowri shoots me a tipsy look. “You’re such an amazing dancer,” she slurs.

Dance is my exercise of choice, and I love it. I grab her hand and pull her onto the floor, spinning her around while I shimmy to the sound, tossing my hair back from my face. “Oh God,” Lowri squeals, and her face turns green, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Oops,” I lead her back to the chair she just vacated. “Put your head between your knees, sweetie, and I’ll fetch you a glass of water.”

Fifteen minutes later, I’m back on the dance floor, having left the recovering Lowri with Meg and Soph. I’m lost in my own world, a world of music and movement. All around me, people are caught up in the buzz of the rave, a mosh-pit of gyrating bodies high on hedonism. Dutch house bounces off the walls, the floor vibrates beneath my feet, and lights strobe across the ceiling.

I smell him before I see him, a mix of musky male sweat and woody cologne. He towers over my five foot six frame, broad shoulders, slim waist, and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. I’m not wearing my glasses, and his denim-blue eyes clash with mine. He smiles, his teeth flashing white in a tanned face. “Hola,” he smirks, and it’s a smirk full of promise. “Cómo te llamas?

“Beth,” I shout to be heard above the high-volume music.


I nod as he steps forward to grasp my hips with strong hands. We sway together and I feel his hardness pushing against my tummy. My head tucks under his chin and I breathe him in. It’s been too long since I felt the pleasure of a man…

No need to ask his name. He’s almost certainly a local and I doubt I’ll meet him again. I’ll just enjoy this for what it is: a brief encounter. I’m so turned on; I can feel my knickers sticking to me under my party dress.

His hot breath tickles my earlobe as he bends his head to nuzzle my neck. And then he’s kissing me, his lips warm and filled with lust, his tongue chasing mine. “Come, princesa,” he breaks away and tugs on my hand. “Let’s find somewhere quieter.”

The sensible voice in my head tells me not to be stupid. That I don’t have one-night stands. Never have. Never thought I would. But the past three years have taken their toll, and I’m fed up with listening to sensible Beth. Just this once. What harm can it do? I’ll make sure we use protection…

The cool night air is a relief from the sweaty heat of the club. We stagger through the fire escape and into an alleyway, where he picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist; he presses me against the brick wall under a street light and kisses me again, harder this time, sucking my lower lip into his mouth before biting down on it and making me yelp with delight. His hands palm my needy tits, and I feel my nipples peak. Sweet Jesus, I’m so wet I could come right now.

“So, princesa,” he breathes, “you staying on the island long?” His voice is deep and melodic, but it doesn’t sound Spanish. It sounds… Welsh. No, that can’t be right. I must be in an alcohol-induced fog.

“Just for the weekend,” I manage to say between panting breaths. I run my hands over his ripped abs. God, he’s hot. I lean my weight into the wall and brace myself.

He pulls at my knickers, his fingers delving, testing. “Gonna fuck you, princesa. Is that what you want?”

“Oh, yes, fuck me, please,” I groan.

He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth.

But a shout echoes down the passageway and a skinny young man comes running up to us. He holds out a cell phone, and gives it to my Ibizan (as I’ll think of him for the next six months). It’s then that I notice the tattoo of a scorpion on his hand… it burns its way into my memory like a branding iron, its tail raised ready to sting. I shiver to myself.

He puts me down and holds the phone to his ear, his blue eyes meeting mine. “I’m sorry, Beth,” he says, pocketing the device, “there’s been some trouble at home.” He pauses. “Really nice meeting you, but I have to go.” He kisses me briefly on the forehead, and I notice the regret in his expression.

“It’s okay,” I say, even though it isn’t. I was burning up for him. “Hope you get the trouble sorted.”

“Me too,” he gives a hollow laugh.

I watch him stride away from me, and sensible Beth’s voice in my head tells me I’ve had a lucky escape. Six months later, I learn she couldn’t have been more wrong.

About the author

S C Daiko is a romance junkie who loves writing about strong heroines and hot alpha males. Her stories are sexy and emotional reads. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats. Nothing makes her happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors.

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{Release Blitz} Cold Hearted

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Cold Hearted by Winter Renshaw


I wish I could say our meeting was happenstance.

I wish I could say we took one look and we just knew.

I wish I could say falling for him was the best thing that ever happened to me.

But none of that would be true.

Rhett Carson was as cold as the ice on which he skated. He was as calloused as the hands that shot the goals that won world titles. He was also damaged. And broken. And he didn’t know it, but I knew all about him.

I knew why he was so bitter and angry.

I knew why he was so coldhearted.

But I didn’t know why I allowed myself fall in love with him, and I didn’t know why I couldn’t stop…even when he told me to.

And that’s when everything changed.

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“How do you know where I am?” I ask.
“You called me last night, remember?” My former college roommate answers, huffing into the phone.
I rest my elbows against the counter, hunched forward. “No. I don’t remember anything about last night.”
“Not surprising. You never could hold your liquor,” she says, sighing. “Plus you said you were drinking Jäger, and you always do stupid shit when you drink Jäger. You should probably check your phone and make sure you didn’t call any ex-boyfriends.” She coughs. “Ethan.” She coughs again. “Noah.”
Shit. She’s probably right. She knows me well.
“Anyway, I’ll be there innnnn about five minutes,” Bostyn says.
I hang up with her and check my call history with suspended breath, breathing easy when I see there are no Ethans or Noahs in my call history. It never fails. I get drunk–I drunk dial ex-boyfriends. I’m a sentimental, gushing idiot when I’ve had too much to drink, and the alcohol always makes me temporarily forget all the reasons we didn’t work out, even if those reasons were rock solid.
Pulling up Safari on my phone, I check my web history as well because I’ve been known to do a bit of drunk-emailing in my day, though I suppose that comes with the whole writer territory. My agent tells me I’m the only person she knows who drunk–emails people, but I don’t believe her. There are more of us out there, I just know it.
Within seconds, I’m able to confirm the contents of my Google search history seem about right.

What time is in Los Angeles right now?
What time does Starbucks open tomorrow?
Starbucks + Lexington Avenue + NYC
How many calories are in a venti very berry hibiscus refresher?
Starrbuckks vs Dean and Delluucca who is better?
Turtle meeme
Turtle memee
Turrtle meme
Funny turtle memes
Baby sea turtle gif

Is there actual deer blood in Jägermeister?
Rhett Carson
Rhett Carson + New York Spartans
Rhett Carson hockey player
Are pet sloths legal?
Rhett Carson girlfriend
How tall is Rhett Carson?
Rhett Carson biography
Rhett Carson photos

Well, fuck. Drunk me must’ve been doing a bit of research last night. I chuff and place my phone back on the charger. I have zero recollection of any of that. I wonder if I found anything good? Or what the hell made me so curious that I had to dig up everything I could about this poor man?

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{Blog Tour} Offensive Rebound

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Offensive Rebound by MJ Fields is NOW AVAILABLE.

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It’s a call that changes my life–and my little girl’s. Years ago, playing for the NBA was the dream, but the Seattle Stallions suck. Worse than that, my old teammate is now the star center–not to mention my number one rival. There has to be a catch, some sort of agenda. Before I was injured, I was the best. Now? There’s no way they want me.

But when I see the roster and salaries, it all comes together. It’s a chance to get on the court again and change our lives. And I just can’t wait for the opportunity to finally take him down. What I never counted on is Courtney Cohen being the game changer.

I inherited the Bad News Bears of the NBA. When I discovered the star center, my ex fiancé, cheating on me, all I want is to jump ship before the whole thing sinks. But with revenge on my mind, I exact a plan. Take down the dirty player and save my father’s dream.

Suddenly twelve minutes is too little time, and a season is not long enough.

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“You still afraid of me?” Courtney asks. I push her hair out of her face. “No.” “I’m afraid of you.” “No beer muscles tonight?” I ask, glancing at her empty glasses. She shakes her head. I scoot in closer to her. “Tell me what you’re afraid of.” “Liking you too much,” she says then takes a drink. I turn her in her seat so she’s facing me. “You’re gonna like me even more when I’m inside you.” Her body grows taut. “You can’t say stuff like that. It makes me uncomfortable.” “Well, now I’m going to have to do it more often to get you used to it; make you crave it, beg for it.”

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USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields love of writing was in full swing by age eight.

Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter and sold it for ten cents to family members.

She self-published her first contemporary, new adult romance in January 2013. Today she has completed seven self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, The Men of Steel series, Ties of Steel series, The Rockers of Steel series and The Norfolk series.

MJ is a hybrid author and publishes an Indie book almost every month, and is signed with a traditional publisher, Loveswept, Penguin Random House, for her co- written series The Caldwell Brothers. Hendrix, Morrison, and Jagger. All three books in the series are published. The Caldwell brothers don’t grow into alphas, when their mother passes away they become her legacy, her good in the world of bad.

MJ was a former small business owner, who closed shop so she could write full time. She lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.

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{Review} Reining Her In


Reining Her In by Dani Wyatt
Read January 2017
3 Stars



I’d come to accept the predictable routine of my life until I saw her ass in those riding pants. Constance Montgomery…damn, with her legs spread on the leather of the saddle has my mouth watering and things inside me shift. Seems my program is about to change. All the years of indifference to any female form all come tumbling down. My hard rule to never get involved with a student is about to be broken. With her.

Reed Sawyer is at the top of his game. An elite equestrian trainer with looks to kill and he’s staring straight at me. Only, he’s not my trainer because my parents make all those decisions. I’m tired of being under my parent’s thumb. Maybe it’s time I pushed the envelope a little. And Reed Sawyer looks like just the right wall to start pushing on.

A naïve, sheltered girl. A brooding, perfectionist with years of pent up need. The sparks fly. The walls come down. Hot lessons are learned.


I enjoyed this story and the authors different take on the whole student/teacher romance. The author has created beautiful characters with Reed and Constance and I really liked them as a couple. Even the secondary characters were great, well most of them. One of them just ticked me the wrong way and now I know why.

While this story is short, it still packs a punch in all the right places.

{Release Blitz} Playing Dirty


Title: Playing Dirty
Author: Mickey Miller
Genre: New Adult/Sports Romance
Release Date: November 17, 2016




Pulling in eight figures a year as star pitcher for the Chicago Jaguars, there’s no shortage of parties, booze, and women. I’m a beast on the mound and between the sheets but when my social media presence becomes a major problem, the team’s owner brings in a PR expert to clean up my image. Andrea Diggers is the complete opposite of every girl I’ve ever met. She’s smart, classy, and completely off limits. Which makes me want her even more. I’ve always loved a challenge, and Andrea has no idea I’m about to get her to play…on my terms.


Cleaning up Jake Napleton’s image may be my hardest assignment yet, and not just because of the secrets he keeps deeply buried. Working alongside the six-foot-six arrogant, filthy-mouthed man is a challenge in restraint. He screams poster-boy for favorite mistakes with his chiseled abs and rippling muscles. And I want to take him up on every dirty word he’s said. But he’s not the only one with something to hide. Our attraction may be immediate. Potent. Dirty. But is it enough to withstand our shadowed pasts?

*Playing Dirty is a full length sexy standalone with an HEA.*


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Mickey Miller is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about hot, possessive alpha males and intelligent, sexy, badass women. His favorite bad boys to write about include athletes, ex-cons, billionaires and that sexy badass around the corner. When he’s not busy working on his next release you can find him traveling, playing sports, or doing improv in Chicago. 


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{Release Day Blitz} Declan Reede: The Complete Series

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Title: Declan Reede: The Untold Story The Complete Series
Author: Michelle Irwin
Genre: New Adult/Sports/Second Chance Romance
Release Date: August 12, 2016



As high school sweethearts, Declan Reede and Alyssa Dawson didn’t always see eye-to-eye. Especially when it came to his dream of being a driver in the ProV8 series. When he’s offered the chance at the career of his dreams, Declan straps himself in for the ride regardless of the cost.

Older, but not wiser, Declan is on the path to becoming a racing legend. Only, regret haunts him around the track and threatens to send him off-course. When a chance encounter offers the opportunity to correct his mistakes, Declan must learn to manage the curves if he wants to claim the ultimate prize.

Experience Declan’s complete story. Includes the RONE-nominated novella “Decide” and an exclusive bonus novella “Decode”.


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My list of things I needed to do before I left grew with every passing second. I realised I would definitely need my passport, so I’d have to hunt it down. The last time I’d used it was the team trip to Bahrain, but the trip back home had been a bit of a blur and I struggled to remember where I’d put my passport after that. I ran downstairs to check in the study, and saw my passport on the desk next to my old answering machine. The sight made me pause.

It was a relic of the days when I’d first moved to Sydney and was no longer used. It wasn’t even plugged in to the phone line anymore. All it was good for now was storage. With everything running circles through my head, it would be dangerous to listen to a single message, but I couldn’t help myself.

With a deep breath that hurt like a motherfucker, I steeled myself and pushed play.

Hey, Dec. I hope you don’t mind your mum giving me this number, but I need to talk to you. Call me. Please?” Alyssa’s voice filled the room. Even though she started strong, her words were teary at the end, especially as she added her quiet plea. The recording wasn’t the first time she’d tried to call—I didn’t have those early ones. Instead, it was from after I’d first moved into something slightly more permanent than Morgan’s spare bedroom, a little over a month after I’d arrived in Sydney. I didn’t know why I kept it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to delete it.

I frowned as my finger hovered over the delete button. She’d moved on anyway, why should I keep her old messages? Before I had a chance to act, the next message started.

Dec, please. I need you to call me.” Her tone was harsher, but still filled with sorrow and the weight of expectation. “What happened to you always being my friend? To you always having my back? I need—” The message cut off as I yanked the machine off the desk, pulling the plug on the power with the movement. With Alyssa’s tear-filled voice echoing in my ears, I hurled the answering machine across the room, turning away before it smashed against the wall. She’d moved on from that—moved on to smiles and races with another man.

“Fuck you, Alyssa,” I said to the empty house.

Maybe I didn’t have her to keep me company, but I had something better: I had my wet bar. Screw the doctors and their no alcohol with the pain medication rules.


Michelle Irwin has been many things in her life: a hobbit taking a precious item to a fiery mountain; a young child stepping through the back of a wardrobe into another land; the last human stranded not-quite-alone in space three million years in the future; a young girl willing to fight for the love of a vampire; and a time-travelling madman in a box. She achieved all of these feats and many more through her voracious reading habit. Eventually, so much reading had to have an effect and the cast of characters inside her mind took over and spilled out onto the page.

Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under with her surprisingly patient husband and ever-intriguing daughter, carving out precious moments of writing and reading time around her accounts-based day job. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.

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{Review} Panty Dropper (Reckless #2)


Panty Dropper by Jade Sinner
Reckless #2
Read July 2016
3 stars



A one-night stand. That’s all Ashlyn Shepherd is to me.
I’ve spent the last five years trying to convince myself that statement is true.
But saying it doesn’t make it so.

She’s the one who slipped away in the middle of the night. The one who—after only one night together—took my heart when she left. Literally, she’s the one who got away.

I hate the way she consumes my every thought, even after all this time.
I hate the way I dream of her every night.
I hate the way I look for her in every crowd.
But mostly I hate how I can’t forget her. Not even a little bit.

We were separated by cruel circumstances and now fate has returned her to me. But everything has changed. She isn’t that carefree girl I met five years ago.

I see so much pain behind her eyes. So much uncertainty. But one thing remains unchanged.
I still want her.

She. Will. Be. Mine.

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#1 Cherry Popper ~ my review
#2 Panty Dropper
#3 Candy Licker
#4 Sixty-Niner


I enjoyed this book more than the first book in the series, but I still felt like there was something missing from the story. I think I was enjoying it so much, that I want to know more about the characters. Their story was over just as I was beginning to fall in love with them.

Panty Dropper is Ryan and Ash’s story. Ryan is the older brother of Emma from the first book, and she also makes a brief appearance at the start. It was nice to see that she is still happy. Ryan comes across as one strong alpha male and likes to get everything that he sets his sights on, this includes Ash. Although despite this, I liked how Ash didn’t just bend to his will so easily.

In the end Ryan and Ash make one very cute and happy couple.

{Release Day Blitz} The Baller’s Secret Baby

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Title: The Baller’s Secret Baby
Series: Barnes Family #1
Author: Normandie Alleman
Genre: Sports/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 20, 2016



He may be a player, but this stud’s not shooting blanks.


I’m nobody’s baby daddy.

I don’t care how many stunning women throw themselves at me, looking to turn one hot night into an eighteen-year paycheck.

I’ve got way too much on the line to throw it away for one night of pleasure.

Ball is life, and basketball is my first priority.

I’ve got a championship to win.

But when I see that familiar face shaking her pom-poms on the sidelines,

I’m transported back to childhood,

Back to the days before a fiery plane crash ripped us apart, forcing us to grow up overnight.

Those were the days when Eden Evans stole my heart.

This time, I might be ready to give it right back to her.


I have no interest in a man who comes with groupies.

With a rock legend for a father, I’ve seen the toll fame takes on a marriage.

The last thing I need is a guy with more Twitter followers than Justin Beiber.

So when Nick Barnes dribbles his way back into my life, my heart and head go into battle.

I can’t fight my desire for the sexy baller with his eight-pack abs and panty-dropping charm.

And when that little stick shows an unmistakable plus sign, suddenly, everything is on the line.

With a secret baby on the way, will Nick realize that having the home court advantage is what he’s wanted all along?


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I ordered for us both and we settled into an easy conversation. Being with her felt like slipping into an old pair of comfortable shoes—if those shoes were the hottest kicks ever, and they made your stomach do a flip when you wore them.

The champagne arrived, and I made a toast. “To old friends.”

“To old friends,” she repeated and clinked her glass against mine. “I probably shouldn’t be drinking this.”

“Why is that?”

Then she told me about the scrutiny she was under from the cheerleading director of the Scorpions.

“I hear you. I don’t drink much during the season myself, but tonight seems like a special occasion.”

“Oh, it is. I agree with you! And I am having the fish.”

“You are. What a good girl.” I wanted to offer to help her work off some of the calories later, but I behaved myself and only thought it.

She giggled. “Okay, so I have a question.”


She smiled before continuing. “I heard these girls talking about how you have bunnies… What does that mean?”

It was my turn to smile. “It’s like saying someone has hops—like they can jump.”

Her face lit up. “Oh, so it’s like how Charles Barkley calls you Air Apparent because you can dunk so well.”

“Yes, exactly like that.”

“How do you do it—dunk I mean?”

I shrugged. “Practice. Lots of practice.”

“Well, that’s a relief. I was afraid they were talking about Playboy bunnies.”

We both laughed.

“Not quite. I steer clear of that place.”

“The Playboy Mansion?”

“Yeah. That scene is a trap for guys like me.”

“In what way? Seems like guys like you would love that sort of, ahem, environment.”

“Nah. Maybe if we could stay incognito, but once people recognize you, know you’ve got money, they all want one thing from you.”

“And I’m guessing it’s not your hops?”

“Nope. Everybody wants a payday, a piece of you. When you’ve got money you can’t trust anyone.”

She shook her head. “Especially if you’re famous. I do well with my medical business, but it’s not the same.”

I stood corrected. Damn, I needed this girl. She brought me back down to Earth.

Taking her hand across the table, I held it, the warmth of her skin felt so good in my hand that for a moment I forgot all the outside pressures, the untrustworthy people and the users in the world. Everything else melted away and it was just me and Eden, who’d known me when I was a boy. The girl who was my friend before I became a household name or signed my first contract for millions. When it was just us blowing bubbles during the hot summer days and chasing fireflies at night.

Holding hands with her like this—it felt like home.


A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. A shamelessly proud basketball mom, Normandie lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull. If you’d like up to the minute new release info on Normandie’s books text RACYREADS to 24587 (Use all CAPS).

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{Release Blitz} Cleat Chaser

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Cleat Chaser by Celia Aaron and Sloane Howell


Kyrie Kent hates baseball. She hates players even more. When her best friend drags her to a Ravens game, she spends the innings reading a book… Until she gets a glimpse of the closer—a pitcher who draws her like magnet. Fighting her attraction to Easton Holliday is easy. All she has to do is keep her distance, avoid the ballpark, and keep her head down. At least, all that would have worked, but Easton doesn’t intend to let Kyrie walk so easily. When another player vies for Kyrie’s attention, Easton will swing for the fences. But will Kyrie strike him out or let him steal home?

Full disclosure: This is an erotic romance full of hot guys in tight baseball pants, even more guys in tight baseball pants who know how to swing a big stick, and explicit sex.

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I squirmed, the tension already building between my thighs. After the game, I’d wanted to console him. But the moment he’d looked at me in the hallway—his frustration turning to something hotter—all semblance of thought had flown from my mind. And when he’d kissed me? Everything had stopped except his body pressed to mine, his tongue owning me.

But I needed to shut this down. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Too much, too soon. I sat up. “Look, Easton, I didn’t come over here to—”

He leaned over, claiming my mouth with an insistent kiss and pushing me back into the cushions. I put my hands on his chest and tried to shove him away, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them next to my ears.

His kiss lit me on fire and I couldn’t help but return it, caressing his tongue with mine as he slanted over me, tasting me. When he squeezed my wrists harder, I moaned into his mouth. He worked his knee between my thighs, the thin georgette material of my dress pushing up as he went. God, if he went much farther he’d know how wet I was.

I turned my head, breaking the kiss and taking a breath, but he wasn’t deterred. He fastened his lips to my neck, sucking and licking until goose bumps covered my arms and legs and I arched my back to him. When my pebbled nipples rubbed against his hard chest, I gasped.

He released my wrists and ran his hands down my shoulders, pushing my cardigan and the top of my dress down until my breasts were revealed. The cool air hit them, but soon after his mouth was hot and wet on one while he palmed the other. I dug my fingers into his hair and let my head fall back against the couch.

“Spread your legs.” His voice was sandpaper as he went back to sucking and biting my nipple, my need growing with each nip of his teeth.

I opened my legs and he pushed his knee up higher, until it was almost touching my pussy.

“Wider, Kyrie.” He bit my nipple for emphasis, making me moan and do as he’d said, spreading as wide as I could.

When his knee made contact with me, he hissed. “You’re so hot.”

I dug my nails into his scalp as he switched to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment as he moved his knee against my pussy, steady pressure up and down that had me moving my hips along with him.

Placing a kiss between my breasts, he pulled his knee away and sank to the floor in front of me. He ran his hands up my thighs under my dress and gripped my ass, yanking me forward until I was perched on the edge of the couch.

Looking up at me, his eyes were hooded and the corners of his mouth turned up in a faint smile. Moving his hand around my thigh, he stroked down the wet material of my panties and then back up to my clit. He used his thumb, rubbing my nub through the material and making me ache for more contact.

“You like that?” He asked, the devious smile still playing along his lips. “Tell me.”

“I-I like it.”

“How about this?” He pushed his finger around the fabric of my panties and touched my clit, stroking it in the same motion.

I jumped at the contact and bit my lip. “Yes.” It was a husky whisper.

He licked his lips and my thighs went up in flames.

“Do you want me to kiss you here?” He ran his thumb down and teased it at my entrance.

Say no, say no, say no. “Yes.”

“What if I fuck you here? Ram my cock as deep and hard as I can until you come on a scream. Would you like that?”

No, no, no. “Yes.” I made a keening sound as he plunged his thumb inside me.

“You’d say my name, wouldn’t you?” He pulled his thumb out and licked it clean as I watched.

My heart thumped in my chest and I couldn’t think, only stare as he closed his eyes and relished my taste.

“Say it.” His voice hardened, the edge piercing and ragged.

Heaven help me. “Yes.”

Celia Aaron

Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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Sloane Howell

Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.

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{Review} Play Hardest (Hot For Him #3)

Play Hardest

Play Hardest by J.T. Fox
Hot For Him #3
Read February 2016
4 stars



Trusting him is the biggest play he’ll ever make…

Jordan Barr is in deep. He can’t get Eric off his mind, and he’s consumed with wanting the sinfully sexy man. But there’s more at stake now than the pro quarterback ever bargained for. It’s not just his or Eric’s heart or career on the line anymore.

Lives are at stake and their enemies are playing dirty.

Both men need to keep their eyes open for a potentially career-ending blitz. But that’s increasingly tough when all Jordan wants to do is screw Eric senseless.

That kind of screwing sounds damn fine to Eric Higgins. He’s never wanted anyone the way he wants Jordan, but Eric doesn’t know who he can trust anymore.

As their enemies close in and time grows short, he’ll have to decide if he’s ready to make the biggest play of all and let Jordan into his heart.

WARNING: Contains two sexy as sin, filthy-mouthed, dominating, rock hard alpha males. Read at your own risk.

Series Reading Order

#1 Play Hard ~ my review
#2 Play Harder ~ my review
#3 Play Hardest


I can’t believe that this is the end and what a beautiful ending it was. I absolutely loved Jordan and Eric’s story and it will be sad to see them go.

After the end of Play Harder, I had to drive right into this story to find out what was going to happen next. That cliff hanger was a nightmare! But it was so worth it. I was a little shocked by the outcome of the blackmailer reveal. But it made sense when looking back over the whole story. However I just couldn’t understand how they could be so cruel.

Jordan and Eric are just as hot as the previous stories. But now there is love in their relationship and somehow that makes the sex even hotter.

I really liked how the author finished this series off. It couldn’t be more prefect.