From time to time and when the mood strikes I do a general erotica search on Amazon. Make no mistake, I don’t purchase the first thing I find but search for reads that have received decent to very good ratings from multiple readers. If I am going to read erotica, I want a good story to accompany the naughty bits and have found this many times over. Unfortunately, His Every Touch fell sorely short of this mark despite having received solid ratings.
I freely admit there are no major issues where writing style, grammar, the type of sex described etc. are concerned; it is with the characters and plot that I take issue. Courtney Bell is a young woman who has, unbeknownst to herself, held the attention of her boss Vance Forster for many, many years. In fact, Courtney and Vance went to high school together and while Courtney never knew of Vance’s existence, he well knew of hers. In fact, as an adult Vance still carries anger and resentment toward Courtney for never acknowledging his presence while in high school. Mind you, Vance never, ever bothered to try and approach Courtney or make himself known to her.
In the interceding years, Vance has schooled himself in the art of BDSM with the intention of not only satisfying himself and his own desires but also to satisfy a more devious and insidious plan. Vance has spent his adult life planning to ensnare Courtney and make her sub to his dom and when she is broken and totally and completely his, will then reveal to her just how humiliating her submissiveness really is in his eyes. Vance’s ultimate goal is to humiliate the woman who ignored him in high school. I remind you, dear reader, Vance never, ever attempted to make himself known to Courtney.
As planned, Courtney falls at Vance’s feet and submits to every naughty lesson he has for her. Though, admittedly Vance offers Courtney a way out in the beginning and adheres to BDSM rules regarding safe words, he inflicts nearly every humiliation he can think of on her unsuspecting body and mind. Though Courtney often enjoys her encounters with Vance she is conflicted by the things he does to her and struggles with her mixed feelings toward their “relationship”. All comes crashing down when Courtney spills her entire story to her best friend Maggie, a best friend since well before high school and one who immediately recognizes Vance Forster’s name. Suddenly, Courtney is forced to examine every moment she has spent with Vance, his motivations, and why he would not reveal to her just how long he has known her. As Courtney is dealing with her own issues, Vance has come to the startling realization that he loves Courtney and wants to keep her by his side. Thus ensues the HEA. Are you effing kidding me?
The Bottom Line: As previously mentioned, I have no problem with the writing style, BDSM themed sex, etc. I do however have a problem with a woman who would willingly fall back into the arms of a man who has willfully and with ill-intent sought to humiliate her for a crime she never committed. In fact, Vance admits to wanting to punish and humiliate Courtney so she will understand how he felt all those years ago in high school as a result of her perceived slight. A feeling he suffered because of his own weakness and cowardice, I might add. When the weasel comes to Courtney, apologizes, tells her he loves her and offers to be her sub, she not only forgives him but moves in with him. WTH?? I simply cannot understand how a woman could have so little self-respect as to ignore the fact that this man has watched her for years and spent his time planning to humiliate her because of his own weakness. While I fully appreciate this is Courtney’s choice and one that will make her happy it is also a choice that makes her appear weak, needy, of seriously low self-esteem, and incapable of breaking her ties to a man that is ultimately a sick stalker. For this reason alone, I cannot in good conscious recommend this novella series to any reader of any age.
A Magical Journey of Epic Romance
Layla: Layla Callaway has found comfort in her new role as a coven member, and she’s declared her love for the heartthrob who led her home, but as beautiful as her life appears, it’s shadowed by the evil threatening to rip it away.
Quin: After years of meaningless flings, Quin Kavanagh has finally found love in Layla and yearns to keep her close, but the strength and longevity of their relationship is tested by Finley, a powerful wizard who promises to rid Layla’s life of danger… then claim her as his reward.
The Enemy: They’ve attacked once, leaving Layla with grievous injuries, and the worst has yet to come. The Stranger has drawn closer than anyone knows. And with the disappearance of his lieutenant, Agro is on a rampage, determined to get his witch… or make her family pay.
Stretching from coast to coast and teeming with loathed villains and beloved heroes, The Mystic Series is rich with emotion, magic and intrigue. Whether the reader is laughing, crying or falling in love, they’ll find themselves invested in Layla’s fate through the rich dialogue and emotionally driven characters that weave the web of this fiery tale.
Quin awoke feeling rested and alert, and when he looked down at Layla’s peaceful aura, his mood soared. She was well and safe and in his arms, and he couldn’t ask for more out of life than what he held at that moment.
He closed his eyes and magically started a pot of coffee and breakfast. Then he tightened his hug and nuzzled her hair. “Good morning, angel.”
“Yes…” she purred, stretching against him, and a second later he was on his back, forced into the position by her surprisingly strong palms. She straddled his waist and flashed a bright smile. Then her lips were on his and her tongue was in mouth, kissing deeply and hungrily.
A moan muffled in his throat as his hands drifted toward her on their own accord, but then an odd thump of his heart awoke his willpower, and he flexed his fingers, stretching away tingles as well as the urge to rip off her underwear. Instead, he worked one hand into her spirals while moving the other to her waist.
B. C. Burgess is a small town girl born and raised in Oklahoma, where she still resides with her devoted husband and their young son. She’s addicted to coffee and writing and thinks the combination is heaven. Inspired to write by her love of reading, she feels fiction provides a healthy escape from the hardships of life, and hopes her stories touch the hearts of her readers, just as she’s been touched time and again. Though most of her visions flower in the form of fiction, she dreams of the day her passion for writing, along with determination and hard work, will prove to her son creative dreams can come true.
If you like the tales B. C. weaves, let her know. She loves hearing from her readers.
When Maddy graduated from Columbia University, she was ready to change the world. She’d get a job at Newsline, meet a nice guy, and live happily ever after with a real designer handbag on her arm. Five years later, she’s stuck producing puff pieces for News 9 San Diego–where “if it bleeds, it leads.” She’s still single, her family’s falling apart, and so is her knock-off Kate Spade.
Then Jamie Hayes walks through her newsroom door. The former filmmaker is everything Maddy has ever dreamed of. Creative, smart, sweet—and with eyes that could make a girl melt. The perfect guy…but perfectly unavailable. And the more Maddy tries to stay away—the further she starts to fall.
Now a secret scoop from her favorite knock-off purse guy has Maddy chasing a lead that could make her career. Or destroy it forever. How far is she willing to go to broadcast the truth? And will this breaking news lead to a happily ever after…or a broken heart?
Stay tuned…it’s the story of a lifetime.
Mari Mancusi used to wish she could become a vampire back in high school. But she ended up in another blood sucking profession –journalism — instead. Today she works as a freelance TV producer and author of books for teens and adults. When not writing about creatures of the night, Mari enjoys traveling, cooking, goth clubbing, watching cheesy horror movies, and her favorite guilty pleasure–videogames. A graduate of Boston University and a two time Emmy Award winner, she lives in Austin, Texas with her husband Jacob, daughter Avalon and dog Mesquite.
Qhuinn, son of no one, is used to being on his own. Disavowed from his bloodline, shunned by the aristocracy, he has finally found an identity as one of the most brutal fighters in the war against the Lessening Society. But his life is not complete. Even as the prospect of having a family of his own seems to be within reach, he is empty on the inside, his heart given to another….
Blay, after years of unrequited love, has moved on from his feelings for Qhuinn. And it’s about time: The male has found his perfect match in a Chosen female, and they are going to have a young—just as Qhuinn has always wanted for himself. It’s hard to see the new couple together, but building your life around a pipe dream is just a heartbreak waiting to happen. As he’s learned firsthand.
Fate seems to have taken these vampire soldiers in different directions… but as the battle over the race’s throne intensifies, and new players on the scene in Caldwell create mortal danger for the Brotherhood, Qhuinn finally learns the true definition of courage, and two hearts who are meant to be together… finally become one.
Dear J.R. Ward,
Bloody Effing Hell!!!! Are you effing kidding me???
A BDB Slut
While I fully appreciate this introduction can lead one to believe I may not have enjoyed Lover at Last, let me assure you, I am more committed to this series than ever before. Lover at Last is way worth the wait and I can’t believe it took me three days (Damn you, work!!) to read it. Blay and Quinn’s story is not just what I have been hoping it would be but so, so much more.
From the very beginning Blay and Quinn are in a bad place and both have a butt-ton of emotional baggage to get through before they can truly be ready for one another and a real future together. Quinn just can’t let go of how horribly his family treated him and how he has never truly felt as if he fits in or belongs anywhere. Add to the emotional turmoil the fact that he has knocked up a Chosen and life among the Brotherhood has not slowed down one bit since the attempt on Wrath’s life and you have a recipe for disaster. Blay is no better a position; his relationship with Saxton has all but run its course, he is constantly driven to distraction by Quinn’s relationship with Layla, and he just can’t seem to decide if Quinn is actually worth all the heartache he has caused. Yet another recipe for disaster.
Typical of Ward’s Black Dagger series, the primary focus of the latest edition is broken up by chapters that advance some older sub-plots and introduce some new sub-plots and characters. Also typical, all of the old and the new come together in a cohesive way to create yet another fantastic read. Here’s the down and dirty:
*Xcor and his Band of Bastards are back in action and looking to advance their plans to take down Wrath and take his throne. There is only one tiny little glitch in this plan, Xcor can’t stop thinking and dreaming about Layla, a woman he now considers to be his own and knows he can never have.
*Assail is still desperately trying to stay out of glymera politics all while dominating the cocaine market in Caldwell. Business is booming as a new and very ambitious buyer/distributor (and new head of the Lessening Society) is looking to get in on the action. There is only one tiny little glitch in this plan, Assail can’t stop thinking about the luscious and quite criminal Marisol, a young human woman sent to spy on him.
*Wrath is wicked pissed and looking to make some radical changes. He knows it was Xcor and the Bastards who tried to kill him and he also knows the Old Laws are limiting the Brotherhood’s numbers and crippling them. I must say, this little sub-plot is one of the highlights of the novel and is made all the more awesome by the fact that Ward is clearly not done with it 🙂
*Trez and iAm are finally starting to make a much larger appearance and living in the BDB mansion! I have always been interested in these two deadly Shadows but have been given frustratingly little about them. Turns out the two are incredibly interesting and I am very, very much looking forward to finding out more about them. Especially iAm, gggggrrrrrr 🙂
Now while this may all seem like a little bit of a tangent it is in fact all tied to Blay and Quinn’s story. Getting to their HEA is hampered at nearly every turn by events unfolding in all of the above sub-plots as well as their own individual drama. It is, in fact, damned impressive that the two come through everything with some semblance of sanity. After some pretty ugly fights, both between themselves and in the field, some intensely hot sex (holy crap those scenes are smokin’ hot!), and some terrifying emotional trips the two do finally get together and for the first time in his life, Quinn finally feels like he belongs.
The Bottom Line: Several years ago I heard a nasty rumor that the BDB was going to be complete with the release of book ten. I am very, very, very happy to say that Ward is absolutely, positively not done with this series. She constantly surprises me with the crap she cooks up in her head and then pours out into her novels. In all honesty, I keep waiting for the series to disappoint me the longer it goes on but it never has. (OK, that’s a teensy bit untrue, I think Phury is a whiner and his book pissed me off :)) Overall, Ward keeps things fresh and exciting with new sub-plots, new characters, and continually including and in some instances further developing older, beloved characters. I meant it when I signed my introductory letter as being from “A BDB Slut”! Boys and girls I have on my hooker boots and walking the streets with the BDB to the very end!
I’m not scripting my life anymore.
I’m living it.
I’m done with the God of all Hotties.
I’m going to give my heart to the boy who I think deserves it.
The boy whose kisses are hotter than molten lava.
The boy who offered me the key to his heart.
The boy who asked me to Homecoming in a big, sexy way.
There are so many things to look forward to.
Parties at the Cave. Homecoming festivities. Drama Tryouts. Shopping trips to NY.
But things aren’t always as perfect as they seem.
I find out that my best friend has been keeping a secret from me.
Not that I can blame him.
I have secrets too.
But, for now, I’m going to pretend I’m just a normal girl.
I’m going to pretend he’s not still out there.
I’m going to pretend he’s not getting desperate.
I’m going to pretend I’ll never see him again.
But, I will.And this time, I might not get away.
After dinner, he parks his car down by the field house and leads me out onto the big green commons ground, where we played football and he kissed me in the grass. My heels are sinking into the damp grass and I’m worrying about ruining the suede when he says, “This is where I first laid eyes on you.”
“No, it’s not. We met at dinner, when you said Riley was a cheap imitation of the real thing.” He scrunches up his nose. Kisses me. “You tease me about the worse kiss ever, but you’re lucky I even talked to you. You were so mean.”
I laugh. “You were a jerk and, besides, I apologized.”
“Still, this is where I first saw you. When you stole the soccer ball from me.” I remember that day so vividly. Like it was a scene out of a movie. I felt free and fearless. I could’ve never done something like that at my old school. I glance over at the goal. The spot where I first saw Aiden. I can still feel that instant connection. But I’ve learned that instant connections aren’t enough. Sparks aren’t enough. My mom always says that life is about the choices you make. And I know that I’ve made the right choice. The smart decision. Because I’m here with Dawson. “You didn’t have a shirt on that day. I thought you were gorgeous.”
“I thought you were crazy.” He laughs and grabs a piece of my hair, twirling it lightly on his finger. “Crazy, but hot. So, Keatie, will you be my girlfriend?” His big brown eyes glitter in the moonlight. Our relationship has been all backwards. Bad first impressions. Bad manners. Bad kisses. Sex way too soon. My supposed rebound could have gone horribly wrong in so many ways. But it hasn’t. It’s been better than I could have scripted. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, Dawson.” He undoes the necklace. I turn around and lift my hair up, while he clasps the key to his heart around my neck. Of course, once he has it clasped he attacks my neck with his mouth.
Jillian Dodd grew up on a farm in Nebraska, where she developed a love for Midwestern boys and Nebraska football. She has drank from a keg in a cornfield, attended the University of Nebraska, got to pass her candle, and did have a boy ask her to marry him in a bar. She met her own prince in college, and they have two amazing children, a Maltese named Sugar Bear, and two Labrador puppies named Camber Lacy and Cali Lucy.
She is the author of the That Boy Trilogy and The Keatyn Chronicles Series.
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She seemed far beyond his reach…could love draw them together?
For years shy animator Nathan has carried a torch for Brooke, the beautiful and dynamic Director of Development at their animation studio, even creating B-Girl, a comic-book heroine in her likeness. When a new project throws the two of them together, lovestruck Nathan finally seizes his moment – only to find Arnauld, head of the animation studio, claiming exclusive rights to Brooke’s affections.
But Nathan, it turns out, is not giving up on his dreams so easily. With inspired determination, he sets out to be the super hero of wooing his girl. Threatened by his persistence, Arnauld plays dirty – only to spark an uprising at the studio that unleashes the sort of havoc only a building full of frustrated animators can create. While Nathan pulls out all the stops to win his B-girl, Brooke has to choose. Should she pursue the sparkling career that has taken her years to build…or follow her heart?
Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director Bob Clampett, grew up surrounded by artists and animators. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, she has been VP of Design for Warner Brothers Studio Stores and taught photography at UCLA. Today she runs her own studio and as the Fine Art publisher for Warner Brothers Studios has come to know and work with some of the world’s greatest artists in the fields of animation and comics.
From this colorful background comes Ruth’s first novel, Animate Me, a fun and sexy, unique and engaging contemporary romance.
Ruth lives and works in Los Angeles, strictly supervised by her teenage daughter, who helps plan their summer around their yearly pilgrimage to the San Diego Comic Con.
A Girl, a Guy, a Tournament and a Challenge. The Girl: At a time when most girls obsess about homecoming and high school prom, Rainy Dey spent her senior year caring for her dying mother. So when her father drops her off at college to start her freshman year, his words of advice to his bookish daughter are to start acting like a young person and finally have some fun. The Guy: College senior, Aaron Donavan, aka Mr. Hot-and-Knows-It, is President of the Clubhouse, a social club for the college’s most wealthy and popular guys. Aaron can have any girl on campus except the one who challenges and excites him the most—Rainy Dey. The Tournament: Every year, the senior members of The Clubhouse engage in a golf-inspired tournament to see who can sleep with the most freshman girls. When Rainy finds out about the tournament, she believes Aaron’s only interest in her is to score points by taking her V-Card. The Challenge: Can Aaron convince Rainy that his feelings for her are true and that she won’t be just another notch on his tournament scorecard?
I ran my hand along the collection of books until I landed on the Introduction to Art History. There were only a few copies on the shelf. As I went to grab one of the copies, another hand reached for it at the exact same moment. I had been so caught up examining the books, I hadn’t even noticed another person had walked up right beside me.
I turned to see Aaron staring down at me. He seemed to have gotten hotter looking, if that was even possible. He had on a tight white polo shirt that accentuated his muscular chest and his jeans fit snugly in all the right places. What drew me in, though, where those incredible eyes, dark brown and dreamy. And the guy had magnetism. The only problem was that he knew it and knew how to use it.
“So we meet again.” He flashed me an incredibly sexy grin. My heart skipped a few beats. Ugh. How could I be falling right into his trap? There was no way I was going to be one of the many girls on his score card.
We were still both holding the same text book and staring into each other’s eyes. Neither one of us retreated on either front.
“Why are you taking Art History?” I blurted. Seniors rarely took Intro courses.
He furrowed his brows. “Why not?”
“You like art?”
That wasn’t the answer I was expecting. It made his enrollment in the class even more of a mystery.
“I don’t really get art,” he continued.
“Art is one of the few things I do get.”
He shrugged. “My advisor told me that I wasn’t going to graduate unless I took two arts classes. I had a choice between art and theater. This seemed like the lesser of the two evils.”
He finally let go of the book and I took it into my arms and held it like a treasured child against my chest. He grabbed another copy from the shelf and flipped it around. It physically pained me to see him treating the book with so little care.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“That book’s expensive,” I said as he continued to flip it around like a soccer ball.
He looked down at my book and the way I was holding it. He placed his book against his chest and mimicked the way I was holding mine. “Is that better,” he mused.
I turned to walk away from him and he grabbed my elbow, “Hey, wait, Sunshine…”
I flew back around, enraged. “I never gave you permission to touch me,” I spewed.
He dropped my arm as if touching me now burned his hand. He looked shocked. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.
“Why did you call me that?” I was still fuming.
“Call you what?”
“Sunshine?” I wondered if he had seen my nametag the other day when we had met and was making fun of me.
“It’s a term of endearment,” he said.
“It’s not funny.”
When I looked into his eyes, he seemed genuinely confused. Maybe he hadn’t seen my nametag after all.
I could see a hint of sadness cross his face but then just as quickly it was gone. “For once, I wasn’t trying to be funny. There’s just something about you that radiates such passion and joy. Apparently except when I’m around. You just reminded me of sunshine and the nickname seemed appropriate. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
When I searched his face, he seemed to be genuinely remorseful. I felt a twinge of guilt for getting so upset with him.
“My name is Rainy,” I said. “Rainy Dey.” I spelled my last name for him like I usually did when I met someone new.
He blinked a few times as if he was trying to register what I had just said. Then the corners of his mouth turned up into a small grin. “And I called you Sunshine.”
“You’d never know I had any moves at all.”
“Well, you can keep your moves to yourself or save them for some other girl because your chances with me are zero,” I responded frankly.
“Zero?” He placed his hand over his heart in mock pain. “You’re killing me.”
“I’m not here to date. I’m here to get an education. Besides, girls like me don’t date guys like you.”
“That’s a lot of negativity to absorb all at once.”
“There’s nothing negative about it. It’s just the truth.”
He gave me an intense stare that seemed to instantly melt whatever coldness I had toward him. His beautiful brown eyes were almost too much to bear. Then he bit his lower lip and continued staring at me. I felt like I was being put under a spell. He took my breath away.
“We’ll see about that,” he whispered then he winked at me—again. What was it with all the winking? Whatever it was, it worked, though, because I thought my knees would give out. Then he turned and walked away.
Dakota Madison has been writing since she learned to read and fell in love with books. When she’s not at her computer creating spicy new romances, Dakota is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds.
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