Thursday, 22 November 2018

Review ~ Cards of Love: The Devil by Ashley Jade

Book Description:

The Devil is a prelude novel that is part of the Cards of Love Collection. You do NOT need to read any other books in the collection to read The Devil. 

They'll tell you I seduced them. Used my looks and body to lure them into my playground. 
They'll tell you I'm a sinner. A demon who held them captive with temptation and lust. 
They'll tell you I'm evil. A monster obsessed with the both of them. 
They'll tell you they made a deal with the devil.
What they won't tell how much they liked it. 

Please note: This story contains content that may be offensive to some readers.

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Reviewed by Donna ~ 5 stars

“There are no heroes in this story. Only devils.”

Ashley Jade is a new to me author and was introduced on the promise of a buddy read, said buddy went AWOL, but I forgive her. But…can I forgive this author for leaving me hanging? The Devil is a prelude to a book due out next month called The Devils Advocate, one book that I will be desperately waiting for and reading the minute it hits my kindle.

“Don’t hurt the only person who ever gave a fuck about you, okay?”

Jaw meet floor…that was me at the end of this book, everything I thought I knew went “POOF” up in smoke, and I was left staring at the walls, thinking what the ever loving fuckkkkkk. I love it when an author manages to catch me off guard, and this author hit me with a doozy, and I could only admire the evil, conniving mind that dreamt this plot up in the first place.

“There are two types of people in this world, Cain. Those who are capable of greatness, but don’t bother trying. And those who still try even though they’re not capable of greatness.”

This book was a complete mindfuck, cleverly orchestrated to draw the reader in and never let them go until the author wanted to hit you where it hurts, in the solar plexus. Damn, damn, damn, I cannot believe this book, if this is just the prelude then I cannot begin to imagine what is still to come, all it does is have me rubbing my hands in glee and eager anticipation. This book was soooooo clever, seriously, I HAD NO IDEA, I am in awe and bow down to this author. My book mojo has been non-existent, but this one certainly hit the spot, and I am hoping it has reignited my reading flame.

“Sometimes the only difference between love and obsession is a broken heart.”

The Devil is a story of betrayal first and foremost, unrequited love and trust that was decimated beyond repair and leads to the ultimate story of revenge. Unhealthy obsession in a variety of forms, one of love and lust and one of success and acceptance. Whereas one is somewhat in control, the other definitely isn’t and will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING to get what they want, no matter who gets in the way. Cunning and conniving, the devil in this book is a chameleon, ever-changing colours and you never know what one comes next. I seriously cannot stop thinking about the ending of this book, WOW, just WOW. If you find yourself tempted to cheat and read the end, DON’T YOU DARE!! You need to experience this as the author intended and what a bloody ride.

Ashley Jade, how have I not read you before? I will definitely be checking out this authors backlist. If this is a taste of what this author can deliver, then I have some fabulous books to discover. READ THIS BOOK!!

Review ~ Misadventures on the Rebound by Lauren Rowe

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After getting canned from her dream job this morning and played in spectacular fashion by her boyfriend this afternoon, Savannah “Savvy” Valentine is having a truly awful day. Which is why she’s currently drowning her sorrows in whiskey and self-pity in a shabby bar along the route to Las Vegas.

In light of today’s double whammy, Savvy isn’t sure why she’s still heading in the direction of her five-year high school reunion. The only reason she’d wanted to attend the reunion in Vegas in the first place was to show the captain of the football team, the guy who took her virginity and then promptly rejected her, that the captain of the math team grew up to have all enviable hot things: hot body, hot boyfriend, and hot career. Now, the only “hot” thing about Savvy Valentine is her mess.

But when a gorgeous stranger with sandy hair, a leather jacket, and motorcycle helmet walks into the bar, Savvy’s awful day suddenly looks a whole lot brighter. The man is perfection. Sexy and mysterious. And he’s heading to Las Vegas, too.

Can one wild night with a sexy stranger in the middle of nowhere lead a girl to fall desperately and deeply in love in Las Vegas? Savvy Valentine is about to find out.

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

“You’re imprinted on my heart forever.”

Lauren Rowe delivers another fabulous read with Misadventures on the Rebound. Character driven, hilarious yet adorable and cute, there is something for everyone in this book as one craptastic day takes this heroine on a ride she will never, ever forget.

Savannah Valentine is currently in a job she loves, she works hard, and has huge aspirations and yet as she goes into work at the beginning of this book, her life changes when she is let go. Upset and worried for her financial future, Savannah goes home and then finds her boyfriend is doing the dirty on her. Could this day get any worse? Savannah was a fantastic heroine, incredibly clever, a little naïve and low on the street smarts, but this only made her more endearing. Down on her luck, and upset, Savannah takes off to her high school reunion in Las Vegas, even though it is the last place she wants to be, but it takes her away from her current situation and at least will bring a little respite.

“I said I have no street smarts, Aiden. I didn’t say I’m a moron.”

Stopping en-route in a bar, Savannah has a chance encounter with one hot as sin man, a night definitely to remember, the perfect, dreamlike rebound, but what happens when one night just isn’t enough…for either of them.

Aiden was perfection for Savannah; neither was looking for it and yet it landed in their laps anyways. Fate has a way of bringing people together, and fate certainly knew what it was doing with these two. It was once these two hit Las Vegas that the real shenanigans began. Lauren Rowe goes Oceans 11’esque in this book, and it was this that really brought a different dynamic for our number crunching heroine.

“And, suddenly, I know for a fact I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Because, for the first time in ten fucking years, I finally feel like I’m home.”

This was an unputdownable read, with a fast-paced plot and endearing characters. Funny in places, cute and hot in others and with that added extra action that really pulled this book together. Totally loved it!!

Wednesday, 21 November 2018

Blog Tour & Review ~ One Week Hating You (One Week #2) by Roya Carmen

Title: One Week Hating You
Author: Roya Carmen
Genre: 2nd Chance Love/Hate Story

Release Date: October 25, 2018 
Cover Design: Calico Images

Book Description:

Maeve is over the moon: life is good and she's about to get married to Peter. But when she loses her job and gets jilted at the altar, her world crumbles and she runs into her momma's arms.

She's back in her small hometown for a week, and she has a plan - make Peter insanely jealous and win him back. Enter Blake Taylor, the boy who broke her heart. She'd rather avoid him at all costs, but with his 'bad boy' good looks and their shared history, Blake is the perfect man for the job, as long as she can stand him long enough - it's just one week, after all.

She'll show Peter that she's not the sweet wallflower he thinks she is, and he'll come running back soon enough.

But when he does, will she still want him?

A second chance love hate story.

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

“None of them were you.”

Roya Carmen delivers a fabulous love/hate, second chance romance with One Week Hating You. I couldn’t get enough of this story, and once I started, I couldn’t put it down. This book had a little bit of everything, a man that you should hate in the beginning and yet can’t because you can see what lies underneath and another man that was a spineless asshole that needed no second chances. A heroine who was sweet and innocent, a little naïve and someone I wanted to shake on a regular basis, but at the end of the day, she just thought the man she was supposed to marry, was the one. However, alas, he wasn’t.

“I hate you because I want you, and I can’t have you.”

On what should be the best day of her life, Maeve’s life is left in tatters as her fiancé and boyfriend of seven years jilts her at the altar. Completely stunned and devastated, Maeve feels like her life has imploded and with her family begging her to come home and get away from it all, she relents and makes the trip. Home is like stepping back in time in more ways than one, this quaint town hasn’t changed, everyone knows everyone and the boy that broke her heart still lives next door. You never forget your first love, and when these two set eyes on one and other for the first time, it seems first love only lies in wait to be reignited back to life once again.

“Every time I looked at your beautiful face, it hurt.”

For some reason, a reason that still baffles me, Maeve is desperate to win her jilting ass of an ex back, meek and timid Maeve gets a makeover. Maeve’s friends decide that making him jealous will only spur him into action, cue first love, Blake, his rippling muscles and his drop-dead gorgeous features, plus and this was a huge plus for Blake, he was adorable, OMG, totally and utterly adorable.

These two in close proximity to each other only brings all those old feelings flooding back, where loss and heartbreak drove them apart never to be spoken of again, well at least on Maeve’s side. The rekindling is far from easy as their pasts have to be dealt with before the present can have a chance, but Blake is adamant in his pursuit and with a flighty, heartbroken Maeve, he has to be one his A Game.

“…as much as I want to tell myself  that he’s just for fun, I know he’s a lot more than that.”

One Week Hating You was full of heartbreak, love, emotion, passion and fun, the character connection and dialogue was on point, the characters real and relatable and the fate love gods shooting their arrow to perfection. Absolutely loved it.

“You and me, we've had it rough…But now's our time. Our time to be happy.”


“It’s complicated,” I try to explain.
“It’s not complicated,” he says. “We were just fucking, I get it. Parker’s the one you’re engaged to.” We’re trudging through his backyard and I’m suddenly taken back to so long ago, when we’d spend hours playing back here. The old tire swing still hangs from the large maple. That old shed is still standing, and so is the old swing set his dad built. His fishing boat sits in its usual spot.
I run after him again, and when I catch up to him, he takes me by surprise when he grabs my arm. “What do you want from me?”
“I…” My heart is pounding so hard. “I… I don’t know. I just want to make sure we’re all right. I don’t want to leave on a bad note.”
He pulls me to him and wraps his hands in my hair. He pulls at it as he draws me in closer, draws me in for a kiss. I get lost in him. I rub the palms of my hands against his neatly trimmed beard, savoring the taste of his mouth. I want him one last time. God, I want him.
He pulls away. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks, breathless. “Is this ending on a good note?”
I bury my hands in his hair and pull him back to me. I melt into him when he kisses me again. He grabs my ass and presses me hard against him. I want him to take me inside. I tear my mouth from his. “Take me to your room,” I beg. “Please.”
He trails a hand under the skirt of my dress, toys with my panties. “Nah…” he says.
My eyes grow wide, and my stomach feels like stone. He’s saying no.
“Nah,” he says. “Beds are for you and Parker. You and I… we just fuck, don’t we. Beds are not for us.” He pulls at the band of my panties, and with one swift pull, he slides them over the curve of my ass. I swallow and close my eyes. I let him do this, right in the middle of his backyard, where anyone can see us. I let him because it feels so good. I throw my head back when he slides his hand over my sex.
That’s when I grab onto his wrist and steady his hand. “We need to stop.”
“Why?” he asks, his voice hoarse. “Afraid Parker might see? Hey, why don’t you snap a pic for your Instagram, or are we not doing that anymore?”
I pull away from him but he’s quick to grab my arm. “Come with me,” he says, his voice soft. He takes my hand and leads me out back, towards the shed. I hike my panties back up with one hand and follow eagerly, not quite sure what he’s up to.
When we reach the shed, he swings the door open and pulls me in. He slams the door behind us, and we find ourselves in almost total darkness. It’s cold and damp. The full moon shines through the windows and gives us a bit of light. The small enclosed space is a mess; tools on one wall, lawnmower, tons of fishing gear, a stack of tires, and a table topped with bottles and cans. There’s barely standing room for the two of us. He spins me around and presses me against the door. It smells of peeling paint and rotten wood.
He presses his hot mouth on my neck. “Is this what you want?”
I throw my head back against his shoulder. “Yes…” I whisper, but it comes out as a moan, a desperate whimper.
“I’m going to give you the best fuck of your life.” He drops to his knees and buries his head under my skirt. He trails soft hot kisses up my legs as he slides my panties slowly down. “When you’re laying with Parker, in your fancy silky sheets, and he can’t make you come, you think about this.” His words melt into the flesh of my ass and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I step out of my panties, one shaking leg at a time. “Yes…” I breathe.
He comes to a stand again and presses both his hands on either side of my head, holding me hostage. “You promise?”
“I promise.”
He pulls me hard against him, and before I can even think of what’s happening, I’m hiked up against him, and he’s inside me, one hand sliding down my clit. In mere seconds, he makes me come, and I know that he’s right.
I probably won’t ever be able to stop thinking about this. Remembering this. And wanting this.

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Roya Carmen is a busy mom, romance writer, designer, bookworm, chocoholic, and hopeless romantic. There’s nothing she enjoys more than making up stories about love, and sharing them with her readers.

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Blog Tour & Review ~ The Princess, The Prick and The Priest (Confessions #4) by Ella Frank


Confessions: The Princess, The Prick, and The Priest, a fun, flirty story in the contemporary MMM Confessions Series from USA Today bestselling author Ella Frank is available NOW!


Book Description:

Everyone said our love wouldn’t work.
That it was too hard, too complicated, too messy.
Oh how I enjoy proving everyone wrong.
My men are smart, sexy, sophisticated—
and most of all, crazy about me.
The only problem is trying to explain 
that to my big, opinionated Italian family.
But after all we’ve been through, we deserve a
happily ever after. And if there’s one
thing I know about my guys, they always 
manage to have a few surprises up their sleeves.


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

“…I don’t know if you two are brave or just crazy to take him on for life.”

I have absolutely adored this series by Ella Frank, and in this book Ella Frank delivers the ultimate happy ever after, the cherry on top, the love lottery win and this reader had a smile from ear to ear throughout the whole book. These three stole my heart in book one, and by book four, these three had cemented their place.

I loved everything about this book, from the Bianchi family, to a new Priest, to a threesome destined from the beginning. Ella Frank really opens the reader's eyes to the innermost feelings of all three of these men, how they are all on the same wavelength and each has each other's best interests at heart. How there is no two, just a three and everything revolves around that three.

“Make sure Robbie knows that he’s just as important to the both of you as the piece of paper you share with Priest.”

The Bianchi’s are a cool family, and their love and acceptance of this trio was there for all to see. This family open their hearts to this unusual dynamic, and Robbie’s dad summed it up beautifully… “we wish you luck. It’s probably good there’s two of you, anyway. That boy is a handful.” Open-minded, hearts full of love, this family didn’t care about the who’s, all they cared about was that their boy was happy. Someone as gregarious as Robbie was never going to settle with just one.

It was the little things in this book that made all the difference, the attention to detail, the little nuances, things that seem small and yet meant so much. I don’t want to spoil anything but there was this one thing that melted my heart, and it seems our Prick and Priest melted something else too.

“But your heart? Your heart, we want to steal forever.”

As I said above, the change in Priest was extremely significant, such a momentous occasion and one that brought a tear to my eye. Finally comfortable, free and utterly in love with two men, this Priest was a joy to behold, and that comfortable feeling only filtered through to the two men that loved him more than life itself.

“Robbie’s been great at teaching us just how fun life can be when you travel a little lighter.”

Perfect ending, perfect epilogue, perfect series. I loved everything about it, and Ella Frank can do no wrong with her MM or in this case MMM. I cannot wait to see what comes next from this author.

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I’m not sure why everyone dreads their thirties.
As far as I’m concerned, it’s going to be
the best decade ever ~ Robbie

Six Months Later… “LOVERS, I’M HOME,” Robbie Bianchi called out to his boyfriends, as he juggled several shopping bags in one hand and kicked the front door shut behind him. He stuffed his car keys into the pocket of his shorts, and as he evened out what he was carrying, he took the stairs that led him up to the first floor of their new home. With the same smile on his face that he’d left with that morning, Robbie headed across the hardwood floors past the dining room, and into the kitchen, where he spotted a note waiting for him: We’re upstairs, princesse. Come find us when you get home. Robbie grinned at the messy crown drawn above the i in princesse, but then quickly did as he was told. With one hand on the steel rail, he took the stairs two at a time, and as he reached the second floor where the bedroom was located, he walked inside to find it empty except for the fish swimming around the tank that lined the wall facing their bed. Dropping his shopping bags on the end of the mattress, Robbie headed up to the final floor, where he knew his men were waiting for him. He opened up the glass door that led to the penthouse deck, and when he stepped outside and the warm rays washed over him, Robbie took in a breath of fresh air. Ah, he’d always loved summer. Everything about it. The sun, the smell of the freshly cut grass, and the clothes—or lack thereof—Robbie thought, as he reached for the edge of his white tank top and drew it over his head. As he tucked it into the back of his shorts, Robbie scanned the wide deck, his eyes roaming over the wooden slat floor, the hot tub over in the corner, and the glistening water of the lap pool surrounded by the potted greenery bordering their rooftop oasis. This space had been the final selling point with all three of them when they’d made the decision to leave the condo after what had happened there with Jimmy. It was the perfect place for Julien to relax and do his yoga, for Priest, who loved a good soak to clear his mind, and for Robbie, for whom it was all about the calm he got from finally seeing his men happy and at peace. And that was exactly how he found one of them right now. There, stretched out on one of the sun loungers, was the brand-new reason that Robbie loved summer—an almost-naked Julien Thornton. Dressed in tight, black, barely there swim shorts that left little—okay, nothing—to the imagination, the only other thing Julien was wearing was a pair of Aviator sunglasses. His rich, olive-colored skin was glistening with water droplets as he lay sprawled out with his hands behind his head, and oh my God was he a feast for the eyes. As Robbie walked to the end of the lounger, his eyes roamed up Julien’s toned legs to his muscular thighs, and ended at the bulge that tight material was cupping like a glove. Oh yes, this was hands down the best part about summer now, and luckily for Robbie and Priest, tanning was a favorite pastime of their seriously sexy Frenchman. Bonjour, princesse.” Julien’s honey-toned voice wrapped around Robbie, informing him that he’d been caught staring. But he didn’t care—not one little bit. “One second, please. I’m concentrating here,”Robbie said, his gaze trailing up all he could see to finally land on Julien’s face. “Now, sorry, what were you saying?” Julien chuckled as Robbie walked alongside him. “Bonjour, princesse.” “Oh, yes,” Robbie said, and bent down to brush a kiss across Julien’s lips. “Bonjour, Jules.” Robbie went to straighten, but before he got too far away, Julien took hold of the back of his neck and craned up for a deeper kiss. Robbie’s lips parted, and Julien slipped his tongue inside, making Robbie’s cock jerk to attention, as he braced his hand on the back of the lounger and sank into the deliciousness that was all Julien.

About the Author:


Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite contemporary romance, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!” Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Phillips.

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