Monday, 27 March 2017

Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt ~ Wedlocked (PresLocke #4) by Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine


Wedlocked from Ella Frank & Brooke Blaine is available now!!!

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Wedlocked by Ella Frank & Brooke Blaine
Cover Reveal: March 2nd, 2017
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Designer: Jay Aheer 
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Book Description:

Because you have believed in them,
Celebrated with them,
Loved and encouraged them,
Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine invite you to join
Ace Samuel Locke
Dylan Prescott
Saturday the Twenty-Fourth of May
At Six-O’Clock in the Evening
The Grand Floridian Hotel
4406 Palm Way
Orlando, Florida
For Love, Laughter and Happily Ever After


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Reviewed by Donna ~ 4.5 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***

“Every time with him felt like the first time, and part of me still couldn’t believe that it was real. That we could do this, be together in every way…that he was mine.”

Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine delivered the perfect ending for the perfect couple, yes, this book is pure unadulterated fluff, with a side of humour and of course some off the charts, steaming hot M/M action, but that is what this ending warranted and it was absolute perfection. This book for me was bittersweet, it was an ending I was desperate for, but a series I never wanted to end. With many couples still together, some with rings, some not, I hold out hope that maybe, their stories will continue and these two will feature at some point.

“As our bodies moved together, the rawness of the moment wasn’t lost on me. I could feel the sweat, the pre-cum, and lube aiding to the animalistic act taking place on the bed, and it just ramped this moment up even more. We’d had the sweet. We’d had the tender. And right here in this moment, it was all primal. I was making him mine in all the ways I possibly could, and Ace was letting me. Fuck, was he ever.”

Ace and Dylan’s story has been a fairy tale from the very beginning, a Cinderella of sorts and Dylan had definitely met his Prince Charming. Throughout this whole story though, I have never ever once questioned their feelings and love towards one and other and that love is only cemented throughout Wedlocked. There will not be a dry eye in the house as these two go from Dylan Prescott and Ace Locke to Mr and Mr Locke-Prescott. Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine delivered a stunning, heart-felt and emotional wedding befitting of a couple head over heels in love.

“You are everything I never dreamed I could have… You’re so damn perfect for me, Dylan. So. Damn. Perfect.”

We are treated to the shenanigans involved in planning the wedding of the century, of course the bachelor party and then the crème de la crème of weddings. All our favourite characters have a huge part to play and this was a perfect culmination to both authors series. For me, crossovers rarely work, but with these two series it is like they have always been family from the very start. The camaraderie and high jinks and love that these friends have for one and other is prevalent on every page and this was the perfect marriage of both worlds.

“If Dylan left me, nothing would make me happy anymore anyway. Not even millions of dollars.”

We have little angst in the form of Dylan’s biological mother, but her venom is soon snuffed out and I am glad that her poison did not detract from the message throughout this book. This was a celebration in all its glory, a heart-warming, soul-lifting, fit to bursting celebration and it was more than I could have ever hoped for. All I need now is for a certain lawyer and a hot bar owner to pop their wedding cherry too and then I will walk around with a perpetual smile.

“There’s no settling over here. That’s a dirty word reserved for boring types who bow down to society’s expectations. No offense.”
“All has been taken. You’re just one big offense, Logan. How does Tate put up with you?”
“With a firm hand and a full mouth. These are the two things that keep me…in check.”



“SO YOU’RE GONNA want to keep your toes on the tail of the board and grip the rails under your chest like this,” Dylan said as he lay across the surfboard to show me the basics of his favorite pastime on the secluded stretch of beach. Not that I was paying much attention to the words coming out of his mouth. I was much more interested in the way his muscles flexed beneath the skintight Body Glove wetsuit he wore. 

As he pushed himself up into a standing position, my gaze traveled down the broad expanse of his back and down to his ass. 

“See how my dominant leg is in the back, and— Ace? Are you paying attention?” 

“Mhmm,” I murmured as I bit down on my lower lip and continued my perusal. 

Dylan turned to face me, and his hands went to his hips. “Oh yeah?” he said when I looked up. “What did I just say?” 

Taking a step forward, I gave him a cocky grin and tugged him off the surfboard and onto the sand until he was flush against me. Then I let my hands roam down over the firm, round muscles of his ass. “Something about being a dominant in the back,” I said, nipping at his lobe. “So why don’t you turn around?” 

A groan of frustration left Dylan then, but his head tilted to the side to let my lips trail down his neck. “You’re not gonna feel so cocky when you can’t get up on that board.” 

“Oh, I can always get it up, don’t you worry.” 

His hands covered my chest and he gently pushed me away. “How about you prove it, hotshot?” Then he pointed to the longboard I’d rented for the weekend. “Why don’t you show me how it’s done.” 

“It’s more fun watching you.” 

“Ace. Get your ass on that board.” 

I squinted in the sun and grinned. “You gonna be this bossy all weekend?” 

“If you’re lucky.” 

I took a step back so I was by my board, and crossed my arms. I had my wetsuit on, but it was still undone and hanging around my hips while Dylan walked me through this process step by step, and my move had the desired effect. He rubbed a hand up the back of his neck and over his hair, leaving it tousled and oh so sexy. 

“What?” I asked. “I’m back on my side of the board.” 

“Don’t try and act innocent with me, Locke. I’m trying to teach you a new skill. One that will keep you from hurting yourself. And you’re standing there being all…” He waved his hand up and down, gesturing to my exposed upper body. 


“See. Stop it,” he said, and then pointed to the board. “And zip up that damn wetsuit so I can’t see all your muscles.” 

I arched a brow as I moved to slip my arms through the stretchy synthetic material, and when I reached for the zipper and pulled it up to the base of my skull, Dylan groaned. 

“Okay, that’s almost worse than no wetsuit.” 

“I’m sorry. You’re not checking me out, are you? Because you’re supposed to be paying close attention to teaching me something that could save my life,” I said as I turned around and made a show of bending down to get on the board. 

“You having fun right now?” Dylan asked. 

“Maybe a little.” 

“Yeah, well, let’s hope that holds true when the wave dumps you on your ass.” 

I let out a sigh and gripped the board just as he’d told me, because the truth of the matter was, I had never surfed a day in my life. I grew up in Chicago, for God’s sake. But Dylan, with his sun-kissed hair, long, lean body, and eyes the color of the sea, looked right at home with the sun shining down on him as his feet sank into the sand by my head. 

“Let’s try this a couple more times here on land, and then we’ll get you out in the water. We won’t have you trying to stand up just yet. But if you can get the hang of at least catching the wave into the shore, we might be able to progress.” He crouched down and said, “Remember, toes on the tail of the board and grip the rails, and then push up.” 

As I did as he instructed, I paused in the push-up position and was rewarded when he leaned in and took my lips in a sweet kiss. 

“Again,” he whispered, and I moved back down to repeat the move, and this time when I paused, I was rewarded with a deeper kiss. When he pulled away too soon, I grumbled and he laughed, straightening. “Any more of that and we won’t make it into the water. On your feet, Locke, it’s time to hit the waves.”

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About Ella Frank:

Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!” A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR. You can reach her on the web at and on Facebook at Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Philips. 

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About Brooke Blaine:

You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.

She is the author of Flash Point, a romantic suspense standalone, as well as the co-author of the erotic series, A Desperate Man, with Ella Frank. The latter has scarred her conservative southern family for life, bless their hearts. Licked, a romantic comedy, will be released November 11th, 2015 and is the first in the L.A. Liaisons series.

If you’d like to get in touch with her, she’s easy to find - just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that’s dominated her cell phone for ten years.

Connect with Brooke:

Twitter- @BrookeBlaine1

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