Wednesday, March 15, 2017

{New Release} GAME ON by SC DAIKO


If I wasn't her student, it would be 
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.

RYAN
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.

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

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

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

Only 99c for a limited time. Free to read on Kindle Unlimited.





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.
English?”
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.















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 



{New Release & Book Review} HITCHHIKER by CHARLIE LEE

Title: THE HITCHHIKER
Author: Charlie Lee
Genre: Romantic Suspense

"You can run, but can you hide?"

Life was perfect. 

I was on top of the world winning one case after the other leaving no survivors in the wake of my devastation. They may see a pair of long legs in Louboutin heels, but remember my name when I'm finished with them.

Caitlin Winslow, the best, cut-throat defense lawyer in California. 

I never play to lose. 
It's not in my DNA.
The actions of ethics don't exist in my domain.

Satan, my father, who shaped my life turns up dead. Kill shot to the back of the head in his sleep. The people who murdered him aren't stopping with his death. They're after me.

I ran in the dark of night. Karma that evil bitch meets me step by step and forced me to stick out my thumb on the side of the lonely highway. I'm now the HITCHHIKER begging for redemption.

Oh, how life has a funny way of smacking you in the face.

Katch Sterling storms into my life, and now I'm in his car.

Broody.
Dark.
All-man
My complete opposite.
Who would've thought my world would come full circle on that lonely highway with a hired killer...




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— EXCERPT 
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We don’t have a thing in common, and yet here I sit, turning my car around after she begged me to please take her to the Starbucks we just passed. What the hell is wrong with me? I have no clue what it is about her that has me tied up in knots I can’t slip out of. If I don’t tone my shit down now, she’ll be pulling me along from the rope attached to my dick.
“Welcome to Starbucks, may I take your order?”
“Get your ass over here and tell her what you want,” I instruct.
“Quit being so bossy.” I’m about ready to show her how bossy I can be when she unfastens her seatbelt, hangs half her body over the bench seat with her palms planted on the leather console, and gives me a view of her tits.
Fuck me. Her cleavage is spilling out of her black lace bra. Her fucking tits are perfect, and if I have anything to say about it, it won’t be long before they are in my mouth and my dick is sliding in between them. My cum would make the perfect fucking necklace right under her face.
“Um. You can pull up now,” she says, eyeing me with her tell-all eyes. She knew exactly what I was doing, and she instigated it.
I am so fucked when her luscious lips quirk up into a devious smile. Damn her.
“You pull a stunt like that again, and I won’t hesitate to rip that shirt off of you.”
“I’d like to see you try,” she challenges.
I don’t reply, not until I pull up and pay the lady who shakily takes the money out of my hand without looking at me.
Caitlin starts laughing her cute little ass off when I hand her coffee and tuck the change in my pocket.
“What the fuck you laughing at now?”
“You. That lady heard everything you said. I’m sure of it.”
“I don’t give a shit. What I do give a shit about is you flashing me your tits. You keep that shit up, and I’m skipping Target. Taking you to my place and cuffing you to my bed. I’ll fuck those giggles right out of you and won’t stop until you’re raw and passed out. Now, drink that shit.”
Hollywood clutches the cup of coffee in one hand while the other stays planted on the leather bench seat. Her tongue darts out licking her bottom lip. She’s fucking feeling me as much as I am her. We both want to fucking ravage each other, that much is clear. It’s fucked up and a mystery that I can’t even start to solve.
Her bottom lip is glistening with the wetness of her mouth. Yeah. I’m fucking that, too. I suddenly have a powerful urge to taste her, but hell if I’ll reward her fucking little stunt. I run the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip, soaking up her taste. Caitlin freezes at my touch. Her breath hitches. She stares at me, waiting for my next move. Slowly and without breaking eye contact, I bring my thumb to my mouth and taste her.
It’s gut instinct when my eyes close and I fight to keep in a moan. The sweetest of sweet tastes glides over my taste buds. Big mistake. I lean down and finally open my eyes with my forearm brushing up against her tits and whisper over her lips.
“Remember my fucking promise.” I pause for a beat. “Because it will happen.”
I sit back down in the driver’s seat not looking back over to the woman who has my dick straining painfully against my zipper. The thought of one layer between us doesn’t help fucking matters, so I focus on the road ahead.
Caitlin sits quietly in her seat on the short drive. She sips her coffee, and I’d bet a fucking ton of money she’s wet as hell, dying for some friction between her long fucking legs. Again, not one thought helps my hard dick calm down.
I kill the engine and go to step out of the car.
“Money.” Caitlin looks over to me. “ I need money.”
“Get the fuck out, Hollywood.”
When she listens and doesn’t resort to her arguing, I know I have her strung taut with the need to be fucked properly. Guarantee the stuffy suits have never taken this woman the way I will.





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BY LAURA LEE

Reading the title alone for this book had me very intrigued. Learning that it was 2 mysterious people making up the author name had me even more interested. Seems to be the trend going on right now with people writing books and not revealing who it really is. I personally don’t understand why but to each their own….

The Hitchhiker was a good book that certainly had its fair share of twist and turns! 

Caitlin Winslow, was a young teen attending a party when she is dealt with devastating news. News that will change her life forever. She has been raised by the best lawyer around, her father. Drilling into her head that she will become the best of the best when she becomes a lawyer too. And the best she becomes, till one day she comes home and finds that someone is after her wanting to kill her. 

Katch Sterling is a killer…plain and simple. He doesn’t hide what he does he just does it. This man is 100% alpha when it comes to dishing out how he lives his life. One-night heading home, he meets Caitlin and his life is changed forever. 

Working as a team, they vow to figure out the tangled web that is woven. A web that started the day Caitlin was born. 




Pre-Order & Giveaway : BLACK HAT HACKER by SORAYA NAOMI

Title: Black Hat Hacker
Series: Chicago Syndicate #6
Author: Soraya Naomi
Genre: NA Mafia Romance
Release Date: March 28, 2017
You don’t know me.
But that’s only because I don’t want you to.
I have the most lucrative job in the country as a hacker in the notorious underworld. I’ve built entire systems and destroyed evidence for career advancement while stealing and exploiting data for personal gain. 
I’m the black hat hacker for the Chicago Syndicate and hold all the dirty secrets of the most powerful men in the U.S. in the palm of my hands, just a keystroke away from mass ruination.
However, no one knows my dirty secret, a decision from my past that’s just aching to blow up in my face and shatter my future. Especially when a certain wavy haired brunette begins to demand my attention with her odd ways and her carefree attitude.
She’s a woman who makes me go against everything I’ve ever believed.
A woman whom I’m forbidden from having my usual one-night stand with, even if she was available.
A woman whom I have to keep from getting herself killed, whether she likes it or not.
You don’t know me, but neither does she…yet. 
I read many genres but favor intense, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don't secretly want to be kidnapped, though!

I have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often. My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.
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