Friday, 16 June 2017

Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt ~ Hot Cop by Laurelin Paige and Sierra Simone


"Filthy, fun, and filled with heart. Hot Cop is going on my re-read shelf."
--Audrey Carlan, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author

Hot Cop, an all-new sexy, standalone from New York Times Bestseller Laurelin Paige and USA Today Bestseller Sierra Simone is available now!!!

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Book Description:

From NYT Bestselling Author, Laurelin Paige and USA Today Bestselling Author, Sierra Simone comes a steamy contemporary romantic follow-up to last year's bestseller P*rn Star.

You have the right to remain sexy. 

Anything you say can and will be used to get you in my bed.

You have the right to use my body to give yourself a delirious, life-changing orgasm.

If you have trouble...don't worry, I'm a bit of an expert in that department.

There's nothing 'thin' about my blue line, if you catch my drift, and trust me, I know how to put those handcuffs to good use.


Livia Ward wants a baby before she’s thirty. And even though Officer Chase Kelly is exactly the kind of cocky jerk this librarian has sworn off, he is undeniably hot. Both of them think they can give each other what they want--a few nights of fun for Officer Kelly, a no-strings baby for Livia--but this hot cop is about to learn that sex, babies, and love don’t always play by the rules.


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Reviewed by Donna ~ 4 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***

“You make me remember that I’m a whole person, and I want to be that whole person with you.”

I shouldn’t have expected anything less with these two teaming up together but this book was seriously, seriously HOT!! A relationship initially built around sex leads to many many scenes between the sheets or wherever else takes their fancy which left this one reader seriously fanning herself. But, even with the best will in the world these two were no good as sex buddies, add in some insta-lust/love and you have one hot, fast-paced romance that pressed all my buttons.

Chase Kelly was known as Officer Good Times who lived by the Kelly Trio, dinner, drinks and cuffs. Chase made no bones about who or what he wanted, he was honest up front. Yes, he could be labelled a manwhore, and most probably was, but he thought that this was all he could have. Being a cop, he didn’t want to leave a widow, he didn’t want to leave his children fatherless which is an inherent risk with his job, so he had resigned himself to being a perpetual bachelor. Chase thought that was what he wanted until he didn’t.

“And it was spontaneous and crazy and I didn’t know how to feel about it at first, but that’s part of the fun, doll.  That’s part of being alive.  If you plan to avoid every bad feeling, eventually there’s not going to be room for the good feelings either.”

Livia Ward was a librarian who was fast approaching thirty. Livia was acutely aware of her biological clock ticking away and desperately wanted a baby before it was too late. Having investigated artificial insemination she was resigned to a faceless sperm donor…that was until she met Mr Hot Cop.

“Someone needs to remind you when I’m not around.”

This was a very quick read for me and the inevitability of a no strings attached agreement with added benefits blossoming into more was a foregone conclusion. From the minute that Chase and Livia meet that undercurrent of chemistry and sexual attraction was bubbling away like a witch’s cauldron. While this could have definitely been double, double toil and trouble what these two delivered was an honest romance that captured my heart from the outset. Two people believing that love is a non-entity just needed to find one and other to know that it could actually be the be all and end all. You just need to have met the right person, the one that makes you want to take a risk, one that you want to take that jump for and for that one person that could never see yourself living without.

“Because it will go away if you don’t hear the words? I love you, and you can’t change that. I love you, and it doesn’t mean I’m not afraid. It means you’re worth being afraid for.”

The dialogue and character connection was on point. I had many a laugh as well as a bucket load of swooning as the real Chase Kelly shows his true colours. While my opinion of Chase was a little shaky when he and Livia first made their “arrangement” it was soon apparent that he had intention of sticking to it. From the very beginning he was all in whether his heart knew it or not and no matter how hard Livia pushed him away, he just pulls her back in. A great read of push and pull which left me with all the hot and fuzzies. Loved it!!

“You’re scared and it’s okay to be scared. But you’re so afraid of losing the thing you want that you won’t let yourself have it in the first place.”


I’m at the steakhouse fifteen minutes early, which is on time in Chase Kelly’s book. I’ve never been late for work or a date a single time in my life; in fact, I’ve always been early, which is a point of pride for me. And Livia walks in at seven on the dot, something that endears me to her immensely, although the moment I register that I, Officer Kelly, am charmed, my mind goes blank. Just blank. There is nothing but her. She walks in on heels that make her legs a mile long, her long hair down in a tumult of soft waves. The maĆ®tre d' helps her take off her checkered wool coat, and then I. Am. Speechless. My heart hammers up in my throat as the blood pools deep in my groin. She’s wearing a bright red dress—so fucking short that I’d be able to finger her easily if we were in a booth, which we tragically aren’t. The red sets off the warm undertones of her bronze skin, highlights the deep brown of her eyes. The lines of it hug the delectable curves of her tits, which are just small enough that she can get away without wearing a bra. My cock thickens as she begins walking toward me, and I can verify that she is definitely not wearing a bra. Oh God, what if she’s not wearing panties either? I bite back a groan and push back my chair to greet her as she comes to our table, tugging the hem of my sweater down in one smooth move as I unfold myself to help disguise the effect her presence has on me. As I step forward to greet her, I notice the color high in her cheeks and the way her teeth dig into the soft coral of her bottom lip. She looks nervous. That gives me pause. I don’t mind a woman meeting me cold or shy or overly eager, I don’t even mind a case of the first date jitters—since first dates are pretty much all I go on, I see a lot of those. But nervous—truly nervous—that bothers me a little. Do I make her feel unsafe? Is it my size? My job? In a split second, I change gears. I can be patient when it comes to the Kelly Trio, and I find that the idea of wooing my nervous little librarian on date after date doesn’t sound tiresome at sounds delightful, actually. A challenge. A test to see if I’m worthy enough to remove all traces of trepidation from her face and fill her expression with eagerness and surrender instead. And get more time with this fierce, sweet bookworm all to myself. I lean in to kiss her cheek, careful to angle our bodies so that I don’t press against her with six feet, two hundred pounds of hungry cop. Instead, I anchor her with a firm hand at her elbow, pleased to feel the goose bumps that spread underneath my touch. And then I brush my lips against her cheek, making sure she can feel them, making sure she gets just the tiniest brush of my scruff as I accidentally-on-purpose slide my jaw against hers as I pull away. She shivers. I look down into her eyes as I straighten up, and I’m suddenly aware that I’m supporting a lot of weight in my hand, as if her knees are weak from my kiss. Well done, Officer Good Times! Her eyes are wide, the pupils so blown and her irises so dark that her eyes are just huge liquid wells of want, and I feel a familiar tug in my groin knowing that I put that look there. “I forget how big you are,” she murmurs, her head tilted up to look into my face. I give her my biggest grin and open my mouth, but she cuts me off before I can say it, shaking her head. “I know, I know. I walked right into that one.” But the ghost of a smile flits across her lips as I help her into her seat and push in her chair. When I sit across from her and we start looking at our menus, I notice the smile has vanished and the nervous look is back, along with a determined set to her shoulders. The combination of uneasiness and backbone intrigues and worries me at the same time. “I don’t know what Megan told you,” I say, “but I don’t bite.” She looks up from the menu, her teeth back to digging into the plump flesh of her bottom lip. “Well,” I amend, staring at her mouth, “sometimes I do bite. But only when I really, really want to.”

About Laurelin:

USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman. 

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About Sierra Simone:

Sierra Simone is a former librarian who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk. She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City. 
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