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“I like you like this,” he growls in my ear. “Like what,” I manage to choke out, my breath shaky. “Twisting on the line.” He pulls, and I finally lose the ability to keep my hands to myself. They unclench from my sides and grab at his forearm as if stopping him – my last sense of sensibility telling me to stop this before it’s too late. His arm freezes, his fingers under my panties and just shy of touching my slick opening. I gather my wits as I look up into those eyes, and I know I could stop this. …But we both know I won’t. Because I’m weak with him. Because Bastian Crown makes me lose all sense of my sensibilities. Because I’m addicted to the way he can break me so sweetly, apparently. My hands tighten on his forearm, and instead of pushing him away, I pull. He fucking grins. “Good girl,” Bastian growls. He slips two fingers against my opening, and my jaw goes slack with a moan as he pushes them deep inside. “And how many times have you touched yourself just like this, thinking of me and wishing it was me with my fingers inside of you. I’m betting lots of times.” “You’re delusional,” I whimper. “And right.” “And arrogant.” “And yet here we are…“

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She’ll be my most priceless treasure.

I’m in the business of hunting down and acquiring the planet’s most coveted objects. Nothing thrills me more than finding and buying pieces with unbelievable value…and selling them for a massive profit.

Nothing…until she bursts onto the scene.

She might have the world’s most tantalizing body and a smoldering look in her eyes, but she’s made it clear that I have no chance.

It’s a challenge I can’t turn down.

I’ll stop at nothing to make her mine.

He’s the one person I’ll never fall for.

I thought things couldn’t get any worse. Then he strolled into the middle of my family’s disaster.

Things got worse.

Now he has what I want. And worst of all? I can’t get him out of my head.

I can’t fall for him.

I won’t.

Really, I won’t…

Priceless Kiss steamy, sweet billionaire romance with adult language, no cheating, and a happily ever after that will melt your heart.

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars

Another great installment in Amelia Wilde’s Billionaire Possession series! She does a great job of making each of these stories (standalones about a group of wealthy, hot, young bachelors) unique in their own way.

When Ruby’s wealthy family falls on hard times, she’s forced to sell their priceless heirlooms in an estate sale. In walks hot-as-sin antiques dealer Levi, and she instantly hates the guy and is insanely attracted to him all at once. Of course, Levi can’t get Ruby out of his mind, so he’s thrilled when she eventually, reluctantly, reaches out to him for help (after fabulously shooting down his purchase offer in the first place). Even though Levi runs a high-end auction house, he takes on Ruby’s home as a personal project and kind of cons her into spending time alone with him as they sort through her family’s antiques.

Amelia does a great job developing these two characters as they go from adversaries to lovers, and I loved seeing Jasper from Ruthless Kiss as Levi’s best friend and sounding board.

I’ve read all but one in this series, and sure, they follow the basic formula of a romance book, but they have each been different enough that I never felt like I was reading the same story with just differently-named characters.

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College is back in session – and this hot professor wants to teach the virgin preacher’s daughter everything.

Purity Taylor is angelic – chaste and untouched, exactly the way her preacher daddy raised her.

I should know. Her father used to be my friend.

I moved away and became a college professor. Today, Purity walks into my office.

One look, and I have to possess her.

But one touch, and I’d lose everything.

Purity is barely legal, still so innocent… and, Heaven help me, nothing I want to do to her is pure.

* * *

Gabriel Ryan is older, more experienced, and worldly. He’s possessive and demanding, dark and brooding.

He’s also my professor, my father’s ex-friend… and the Devil in disguise.

He wants more than more than my body, more than my virginity.

He wants everything.

Being with Gabriel would be so very wrong … but, Heaven help me, I might want to be owned by the Devil himself.

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars

I’m not a fan of the older man/younger virgin trope, but I am a fan of Sabrina Paige, so I gave His Virgin a read. And this was a smoking read.

Gabe hasn’t seen Purity since she was a kid, when he had a major falling out with her dad, who was his childhood best friend. Purity, natch, is a preacher’s daughter, homeschooled by her WAAAY overbearing single dad. There’s an instant attraction between Gabe and Purity when she shows up in his campus office with her dad, who wants his former best friend to keep an eye on his daughter among the heathens at college. And “keep an eye” on her, he does!

It takes a while before things heat up between Gabe and Purity, but once they do, HOT DAMN! It’s like every filthy schoolgirl/professor fantasy you can imagine! So yep, there are a lot of raunchy sexcapades as Gabe “tutors” Purity. The scene where their affair is discovered — and how — is pretty cringe-worthy, but totally fits with the story. And of course, there is a lovely epilogue that sends the couple off to a HEA.

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Trouble by Avery Flynn

Release Date: June 27th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Trouble, an all-new sexy standalone from Avery Flynn is available NOW!

Synopsis

A high school reunion is about to get down and dirty and a whole lot more complicated in this new romance from USA Today bestselling author Avery Flynn.

Brains and a badass attitude. That’s all troublemaker Leah Camacho took with her when she left Catfish Creek. She’d promised herself she’d never go back, but when the invite to her tenth high school reunion arrived along with the chance to show everyone who doubted her what a success she’s made of herself, she couldn’t resist. However, when she discovers a 15-carat, stolen diamond in her rental car’s glove box, there’s only one man she can turn to for help—the same sexy, stubborn domineering man who’d smashed her heart all those years ago.

Sheriff Drew Jackson knew a long time ago that Leah Camacho was nothing but trouble and has sworn to never get caught up in her again—no matter how damn sexy she is or how badly he’d failed to forget her. But, when the woman who test drove his heart right into a concrete wall rolls into Catfish Creek with some serious bad guys on her tail, it’s up to him to keep her safe—even if that means guarding her hot bod 24/7 without giving into temptation or losing his mind.

Excerpt

Spinning the wheel as he hit the brakes, he came to a stop behind the sports car at an angle that blocked it from reversing. Drew got out of his truck, keeping the open door between him and the other car and flicked open the leather strap on his hip holster that kept his sheriff’s office-issued 9mm locked in place.

“Get out of the vehicle,” he hollered.

The car’s driver’s side door opened wide. The first part of the driver to appear was one shapely leg wearing skin-tight denim punctuated with scuffed up black Doc Martens. Some sort of danger alarm sounded in Drew’s head, but not the kind that warned of bullets or other bodily danger. A woman got out, facing away from him, her hands up and her dark hair a long silky curtain that led his attention straight down her back to the high curve of her ass poured into those jeans. Parts of him that had no place in police business sat up and noticed. Her ass was a testament to the reason why society required women to wear full dresses for so long—because men were weak, lust-addled idiots when it came to asses like the one that looked more than a little familiar to Drew. His gaze snapped back up as his internal alarm went from quiet buzz to all-out blare. He knew that ass, that hair, and those damn boots.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

She did. Her lush mouth—one he knew far too well—was compressed into a tight line, her attention focused on something behind him. Leah Camacho was back and with her always came trouble—for him, for his sanity, and for the part of him that still thought of her at opportune moments in the shower.

“Drew,” she said, making his name sound like a curse and a promise. “Get on the other side of the door.”

Listening to Leah Camacho was the last thing he should be doing, but he did it anyway for reasons he didn’t understand. Just as he rounded the door, an extended cab pickup truck turned the corner. The tires were big, the windows dark, and the speed was slow. As it puttered by, Drew looked it over and mentally confirmed it didn’t belong to any of the usual suspects in Catfish Creek. Of course, the high school reunion was bringing in lots of folks who hadn’t been here in a while. At the corner, the truck sped up, peeling away from the stop sign and taking a hard right back toward the highway.

“Who was that?” he asked, the smell of burnt rubber drifting back toward them.

“No fucking clue but they’ve been on my ass for the past hour,” she said, reaching up and winding her long hair into a knot on the top of her head—the move emphasizing her amazing tits and making Drew’s mouth go dry. “I didn’t realize I’d be stopping on your turf.”

He bet not. After what happened last time they were together, she’d made avoiding him into an art form. However, the fact that he was the law in town, however temporarily, meant avoiding her was an impossibility because wherever Leah Camacho went, trouble was sure to follow. He glanced down at exhibit A.

“What happened to your tire?” he asked.

“No clue,” she said, her voice tight with a lie. “I must have run over something.”

Drew squatted down and took a closer look at the tire. It didn’t have a tear, it was just gone as if it had been a blow out. If Leah had run over something big enough to do that, she would have realized it.

“What in the hell is going on, Leah?”

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 3 Stars

I thought this series had a great concept — different authors each take a different couple in the same setting of a high school reunion. This novella-length book is pretty much exactly as described in the blurb, but I just didn’t fall in love with the characters the way I wanted to.

There’s enough heat and enough walks down memory lane, and the stolen diamond added some action to the tale. But I found myself turning the pages more out of necessity to get to the end than because I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. And I can’t put my finger on why.

Trouble might be a story for you, but it just fell a bit flat for me. I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.

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Steal, an all-new sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller Rachel Van Dyken is available now!!

Steal by Rachel Van Dyken
Release Date: July 3rd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Steal, the follow-up standalone rockstar romance to the #1 NYT Bestseller Keep…

It’s easy to lose yourself in someone you love.

Easier to lose yourself in someone you hate…

I didn’t think it could get any worse than having to babysit a bunch of spoiled musicians on set — keeping them out of trouble is a cakewalk compared to seeing my ex every day.

Seaside, Oregon isn’t big enough for the both of us.

She hates me.

I loathe her.

The plan was simple — stay the hell away and make sure she gets to set on time.

What I didn’t expect was to be faced with our past in front of an audience — and be forced to face it again.

It’s torture.

The way she looks at me.

The way I try to look through her.

Words left unsaid.

The lingering aftermath still as powerful as ever.

I feed the chasm between us, for fear that she’ll make me feel again — and steal the last shred of heart I have left.

We have everything but each other.

It’s not enough.

Not when you’ve lost love.

And replaced it with the only thing left — hate.

Excerpt:

I blinked up at the white ceiling, willing the tears to dry. Praying they wouldn’t slip free — because once they were loose there was no stopping the onslaught of emotion that would follow, the devastation, the earth-shattering realization that nothing would ever be the same between us. Not if he could help it — and not with me constantly pushing him.

But at least pushing him got me a reaction that proved he wasn’t a complete indifferent sociopath.

I refused to let him get to me.

With a sigh I turned onto my side and stared out the window imagining a different time a different place, where he was by my side — and promised to never leave.

That and the way his hands ran down my skin like he was getting ready to worship me the way he used to.

Only his face hadn’t been filled with wonder — disgust was more like it.

I clung to the anger like a blanket. It was the only way to sleep, the only way I was able to close my eyes and pray the sickness in my chest away.

Anger forced me to focus on doing my job and getting as far away from my past as possible.

Weakness would just make me sad.

It would make me that — weak;

And I knew where that road led.

It led me directly back to all the things that turned me down that road in the first place.

Not being good enough.

Pretty enough.

Funny enough.

Weakness led me to a false sense of strength.

And my number one weakness had always been Will Sutherland.

It was possible — to give so much of your heart and soul to a person that you lost who you were.

I became a different person with him — a person I thought I needed to be in order to compete in our world. A person our world told me I had no choice but to become in order to stay relevant.

I punched my pillow one last time and attempted to sleep.

Two hours later, when sleep still wouldn’t come, I padded my way into the kitchen and made coffee, then laid my head against the couch and thought about the way his lips felt on my ear.

Inches from my neck.

Breaths from my body.

I ached for him in ways I never knew existed.

And I relished in the ache just like I relished in the anger, because at least that meant it had happened, and at least that meant I knew he was a bad choice I wasn’t willing to make again.

A weakness that wouldn’t just hurt me.

But kill me.

Sometime around one in the morning when the clock on the microwave blinked at me with an intensity that started a pulsing headache to form — I stumbled over to the couch and face planted — the last thought in my head was of the Sutherland Sunset — and how it had once been my anchor until it turned into my hell.

What a joke.

What a cruel joke.

“You made coffee.” Will’s smooth voice interrupted what had been a completely dreamless sleep.

I didn’t have the energy to respond with anything other than a grunt.

“Still not a morning person,” he commented. His footsteps might as well be sledgehammers drilling into the wood floor.

“Why?” I croaked.

The walking stopped. Lights flicked on. I shivered and cursed him to Hell as he poked his head over the couch and had the audacity to smile. “Why what?”

My eyes narrowed. “Talking.”

“Why talking?” He took a sip out of the blue mug I’d been drinking out of earlier that morning; he must have reheated the coffee. “Still really eloquent in the morning I see.” Another annoying sip. The terrorist didn’t even offer me any! Just kept loudly sipping while staring at me with a stupid ass grin on his face like it was a joy to be awake at… wait, what time was it?

I jolted to a sitting position, my pounding headache still wasn’t gone, in fact it was worse, probably brought on by Will’s cheerful demeanor and loud walking. “What time is it?”

“You have twenty minutes until you’re expected on set.” His voice was calm behind me, warm. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine his body was about to wrap around me like a blanket, I’d tuck my feet under my body and rest my head on his shoulder, we’d share a cup of coffee like we used to and watch the news before work.

It took us one date to become inseparable.

Our trailers side by side.

Cohabitating.

Finishing sentences.

Eating off each other’s plates.

Sharing inside jokes.

Not to mention, Will had been my first.

I shivered as his footsteps moved away from me taking his body right along with them.

That was the past.

It needed to stay there.

With a sigh, I shot up to my feet and started making my way back to my room.

I only made it about one foot before Will started cursing.

Panicked, I froze and then turned around. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes narrowed over the rim of the blue cup, “I’m just trying to decide if you’re doing it on purpose.”

“Doing what?” Okay now I was getting annoyed. And the man wouldn’t stop slurping his coffee as though he didn’t know how to sip like a grown up!

He shrugged one of his shoulders. “Wearing no clothes.”

Sunny Shelly’s Review: 3 Stars

I’ve read a few books in the Seaside series now, and this one isn’t my favorite. They are all standalones with interconnected characters, and at times I felt like the Seaside family were more interesting than the drama going on with Will and Angelica. Second chance romance is one of my favorite tropes, but I just couldn’t connect with Angelica and how vapid she came across. Will needed to loosen up and relax a bit, too. Dude was way too high strung.

The twist that comes towards the end of the book made me change my opinion of Angelica, but I still had a hard time connecting with her as a heroine I was really rooting for. I still love Zane — his story, Keep, has been my favorite in this series — and I loved, loved, loved the cameo appearance by his mobster cousin from RVD’s Elite series. I would love to see a crossover book! Overall, Steal was an okay read, and I’ll still continue to read the rest of this series because the cast of characters as a whole are just so great.

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Seducing Lola, an all-new romantic standalone from Jessica Prince is coming July 18th!!

I’ve had my fair share of bad relationships. I’ve dated liars, cheaters, shoe fetishists, and everything in between. Sure, these experiences would make any woman cynical when it comes to dipping her toe back into the dating pool, but I used my past for good and made a career out of helping other women avoid going down the same paths I had.

And I was damn good at it.

Until a random act of fate set my life on a course I’d been avoiding for years, and put me in the crosshairs of a man that made me feel things I swore to never feel again.

Now I’m in his sights and it seems like he’ll stop at nothing to seduce the hell out of me. He might hold my career in the palm of his hands, but if Grayson Lockhart thinks he can blackmail me into submission with his sexy voice and sexy hands and sexy everything, then he’s…probably right.

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