Bound by Grace – Mia Natal


Brock Waters had his life planned out. Marry his childhood sweetheart and raise a family, but when tragedy hit home he loses the one girl he thought he would love forever. Heartbroken and scorned he joined the United States Marine Corp. While serving his country he hardened his heart vowing never to allow his heart to get emotionally involved until fate steps in.

Grace Steele has spent her whole life running. She ran from her family. Tired of being overlooked by her older brothers, she set out to find herself. What she encountered was her worst nightmare. She found herself in an abusive relationship that led her down a path of drugs and alcohol. Fearing for her life she ran to the one place she knew she would be safe. Home. She vowed never to fall in love again until she meets Brock.

Can Grace fight the strong attraction she feels for Brock? Will Brock be able to break thru her walls and help her find her way back to love? Brock will move heaven and Earth to prove that he is eternally bound by Grace.

Add to Your Goodreads TBR List

Buy on Amazon

About the Author:

Mia Natal was born in Bronx, NY, USA and grew up in a very dysfunctional family, but she loved every second of it. She met her once in a lifetime love, Edgar in college. Edgar loved sticking his head out of every open window to shout, “Mia, I love you, Baby!” He still does that to this day.

Mia has a Bachelor’s Degree in Behavioral Health Science and has been married for twenty-four years. She has two sons and a Lhasa Apso, named Dallas.

Mia’s hobbies include reading, writing, 80’s music and Marvel comic books. She loves spending time with her family even though they drive her bat shit crazy.

Mia continues to write and hopes to be a best seller one day.

Join the Release Party!


Filthy 5 (Filthy, #5) by Megan D. Martin


POV: Faye (and Rhett a few chapters)
GENRE: *DARK*, Erotica
LIVE: Amazon:
B & N:

I’m baaaaaack!!! My first review for 2015, and I am glad that it is for one of Megan D Martin’s books! Because this Author is fantastic.

Filthy 5 is the 5th book in the Filthy series… ok I feel like I have now said filthy too much haha!

This series must be read in order, one book cannot be skipped.

Will Taylor get what he deserves?

He always wins, Rhett. Always

Will Rhett finally admit his feelings for Faye?

Will Faye settle into the ‘normal’ everyday life.

How is Sarah coping having Faye in her space?

Will Faye be able to cope?

Will they get the evidence that they need?

The 5th installment was very different from the rest:

I felt that Faye was very strong in this book and she really turned her life around and tried to make something of herself. Offcourse with the help of Sarah and Rhett. Rhett will do anything for Faye. I would have scratched Faye’s eyes out by now, or put her to the curb haha!

Finally some things comes to an end for Faye, and she can try to move on with her life. I feel that I cannot give a way too much as the books are quiet short, but I am still enjoying it and Megan has me every time of the edge of my seat. So much so that I want the 6th installment. haha!


This is my Faye…


This is my Rhett.

And then that ENDING OMF! How could this Author do this to me?? I want more and I want it now!

Go on go get your copy!!

ARC provided by Author in exchange for an honest review






Sin Noble is the President’s personal assassin, due

to her unique ability to kill. What most don’t know

is, he’s also her brother, and not at all the cuddly

or loving kind, either. After surviving a difficult

childhood and life on the streets, she adapted to

her murder-for-hire lifestyle by going against

nature and using her reaping powers to take

enemies of the President before their time. As

Death incarnate, Sin has the unique ability to alter

the Death Design—the pattern that decides who

should die, and when.

But tempting fate doesn’t come without a price. Or

a questionable relationship with alcohol.

When she is sent by her brother to assassinate a

suspected blackmailer, Sin soon realizes that the

situation is more complicated than he let on. She is

partnered with another employee of the President,

Liam Sanders, whom she hates with a passion.

When push comes to shove, that passion soon

turns into something her hormones can’t refuse,

and Sin can’t live without.

Constantly running up against her Supernatural

fathers and sarcastic sisters, Sin’s tangled web of a

mission reveals that The Covert is once again

preying on all of the world’s inhabitants. Sin is

desperate to discover the truth before she decides

to take another life outside the Death Design. Will

she be able to accomplish the impossible, while

being pursued herself by mysterious dark forces?

One thing is certain: no can escape their destiny.

All will be revealed in the Death Design.


Buy Links Death Design

Death Design








Before I could put more thought into it, I heard clicking

noises coming from the bathroom, and then swearing, laced

with a heavy British accent.

“You little, asshole, I know you purposely derailed us here

so I would land in that tub!” The voice traveled from the

open doorway.

Grabbing for my gun, I turned, facing the doorway. Never

mind the fact I was still in my undergarments. This wasn’t

looking good for me. After about two seconds, something

small and black shuffled out of the bathroom. It was the

ugliest thing I had ever seen. It was a small ball of black; a

black tongue hanging from its mouth, and giant black eyes

that reminded of the ones you found on flies. He smelled, too.

“What the hell?” I gagged, taking a step back. The little

thing growled, hopping forward, grunting as if it took a lot

of effort.

Then a man came out of the bathroom, dressed in a black

suit that had been custom made for his extremely fit body.

His hair was a little mussed, but he used one elegant hand to

smooth back the dark strands. His blue eyes focused on me,

raising an eyebrow at what I was wearing.

“Did I interrupt something, love?”

“What do you think?” I snapped.

“My girls are so grouchy, Jordan.” He said, looking down at

the ball of rot on the floor.

The thing just growled in response before shuffling over to

my dress to lie down. “No! Get off that, you little asshole!” I

shrieked, completely forgetting about the strange man

standing three feet away from me. It just growled, then

started to roll itself into the dress, squishing noises coming

from the contact of its skin against the soft fabric. I gagged


“Jordan! You fat little bastard, get off of her dress.” When

the thing came to a stop, it grunted in response. “His

obedience classes are not going well.”

“That’s not a dog.” I said, appalled.

“He’s a hellhound.” The British man replied, taking a seat in

a nearby chair. He crossed one leg over the other, his stylish

mobster-like shoes grabbing my attention.

Raising an eyebrow I gestured with my gun. “That’s a

hellhound? I thought they were bigger.” So, whoever this

dude was, he was a demon. I should have been screaming, or

looking for a saltshaker, not chatting it up with the fancy

guy in shoes that the Godfather would be jealous of.

“He is a designer breed. He was a bad little necromancer,

weren’t you?” he said, baby-talking to the ball of nastiness.

The thing growled in response before licking its slimy paw.



N.L Hoffmann is a paranormal romance author that just

completed her first series called The Daughters of

Darkness. Currently she has three books out, Blood

Slaves, Shadow Cursed and the new release, Death

Hoffmann was born in Germany to her German native

mother and her American soldier father. The family moved

home to the states, where she grew up in a rural farm

town in Michigan with her parents and two younger

brothers. There, in her pre-teens, is when she began

writing and developed her love for literature.

Today, Hoffmann resides in Missouri with her husband

and three children, where she published her first book

Blood Slaves in January 2014 When Hoffmann isn’t busy

putting words on the page she enjoys reading, drawing,

playing pranks on her husband, and spending time with

her family.


Buy Links for the other 2 books in Series

Blood Slaves 99 cents






Page Foundery:

Google Play:

Shadow Cursed






Page Foundery:

Google Play:

BLOG TOUR – Easy Virtue by Mia Asher



Easy Virtue



Are you ready for Blaire?

Amazon US:

Amazon UK:

Barnes & Noble:


Cover Reveal2


Love is selfish…

My name is Blaire.

I’m the bad girl.

The other woman.

The one who never gets the guy in the end.

I’m the gold digger.

The bitch.

The one no one roots for.

The one you love to hate.

I hate myself too…

Everyone has a story. Are you ready for mine?

easy virtue teaser 2


With champagne and caviar inundating my every sense, I slither through the light wooden floors of the Lila Acheson Wallace Wing in The Met. As I walk, I pretend to admire the expensive jewelry being showcased tonight by a famous designer whose name I can’t remember. A multicolored diamond butterfly sparkles to my left and a cobra made out of black stones glistens to my right. Rows upon rows of precious gems twinkle under the soft lights of the room, flooding the space between the walls with the glow of a thousand stars. Furtive glances. Secrets gossiped. Beauty criticized. Lofty music fills the atmosphere as the über rich mingle and pretend to like each other, yet you can almost taste their conceit and derision for one another in the air.

This is Walker’s world, and I love it.

Standing across the room, where the crowd is thinner and the music fainter, I spot Walker’s blond head in the corner of the room, talking to a group of his colleagues and their wives. He looks polished and worth every penny of his trust fund in his sleek black tuxedo, perfectly starched white shirt and black bowtie. His long golden hair parted to the side shines like the sun. He is truly flawless.

I smile because it’s hard to picture that this is the same guy who likes to snort coke off my tits as he fucks me while hardcore porn plays in the background. He looks untouchable and so cool, but his searching eyes, scanning the crowd for me give him up. He’s wondering where I am. He did tell me not to go too far, after all. Soon after we arrived at the party, I gave him some space to talk to his friends and do his thing while I did mine. I hate clingy people, so I avoid being one.

I grab a third flute of champagne from a passing waiter, and try to decide which of the different displays to check out first when my eyes land on a spectacular piece of jewelry. On a bed of black silk, similar to my hair color, lies an extravagant necklace made of diamonds and rubies—a small heaven within one’s reach as long as you can afford the price.

I bridge the space between the glass protecting the necklace and me until it’s within my reach, fighting the urge to touch the cool surface. As if under a spell, I observe how the rows of diamonds embedded in platinum form leaves and thorns. At its center is a rose made out of red diamonds almost as big as my palm.

I feel someone walk up and stand next to me, but I don’t give him or her a second thought as I continue to admire the way the light hits the gems, making them shine.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

His voice is smooth and commanding, dripping absolute power. I keep my eyes locked on the display. Call it sixth sense, but somehow I know that under no circumstance should I make eye contact with the stranger who speaks like the ruler of the world.

“Yes,” I say simply.

“I wonder how much it is?” the man asks.

“I don’t think it matters … I highly doubt anyone can afford it.”

He chuckles, and the sound is more delicious than his voice. Lusher. “Oh, but I can.”

I smile at his self-assurance. I love cocky assholes. “I still doubt it.”

“You shouldn’t. I only speak the truth,” he retorts coolly. His voice is nonchalant yet his words leave no room for disbelief—a demand and a statement all in one.

Suddenly, the noises of the room become distant. People talking and laughing amongst friends and the orchestra playing all fade away until all I hear is him speaking.

And at this moment, that is all that matters.

“The truth is very subjective, sir.”

“The truth may be subjective but money isn’t. Money can buy anything.”

His answer is like an electroshock, jumpstarting my brain from a champagne-induced haze. My pulse begins to accelerate, excitement making it hard to take a deep breath. Don’t look at him … don’t.

“Oh really,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He’s right, though.

“Of course. I believe everything,” he pauses, “and everyone has a price.”

Curiosity winning the battle against curiosity, I turn to face him, and what a fucking big mistake that is. When our eyes meet, I feel incapacitated of all sense and movement. The sight of him takes my breath away. This man gives the term “lust at first sight” a whole new meaning.

In my short twenty-three years, I’ve been with extremely handsome men, perfect even, but to classify the man standing next to me in any kind of category would be a disservice to him, and not really fair to the others. Longish, light brown hair wildly framing his face, vacant eyes the color of dollar bills, a slightly crooked nose, and a mouth that begs to be buried deep within your thighs. His beauty is as harsh as it is stunningly perfect. Dressed in a simple black tuxedo and unbuttoned white shirt, the man exudes innate virility and grace, reminding me of a black panther stalking his prey. And just like a panther, it’s the pure raw and powerful energy emanating from within him that I find most attractive. Because just by standing next to him, I get the sense that his word is always the last spoken and his wishes the first ones to be fulfilled. He doesn’t ask, he demands. He doesn’t hope, he expects.

He’s quiet for a moment; his uncanny eyes hold me captive as though they are baring my soul to him and I hate it. I tighten my hold on the crystal flute. I want to look away, but I can’t. The way he’s staring at me makes me want to squirm.

“I wonder … do you have one?” he asks softly before turning to examine the piece of jewelry once more.

“A what?” I ask, momentarily stunned.

He smiles. “A price.”

“For the right amount … I just might,” I say quietly, my heart beating so fast it feels as though it wants out of my chest. As soon as the words leave my mouth, there’s no shock coursing down my body, no rolling waves of shame pulling me down for having said that to a complete stranger—nothing.

And why should there be? I am who I am.

I’m staring at his profile, waiting for him to acknowledge my answer, when a breeze of cool air floats past us, making me shiver. About to chase the goose bumps on my arm with my hand, I watch as he slowly turns to look at me, catching me staring at him. Time stands still as I watch him raise his large tanned hand and touch my bare shoulder, his fingertips lightly grazing the temporary small bumps covering it. Then he smiles as if he knows that my skin is tingling from his scalding touch, and looks away.

“I thought so.”

We remain standing next to each other for another minute or so, the distance between us almost nonexistent. It would be so easy to reach out and hold his hand. The sound of an incoming call breaks the silence, bringing us back to reality.

He takes his cell phone out of the inner pocket of his tuxedo jacket and ignores the call after noting the name of the caller. He lifts his gaze to meet my own.

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. I should go … I’m here with someone,” I reply, not really wanting to leave him just yet.

“Yes, that’s probably a good idea.”

I frown. He didn’t have to be quite so blunt. The stranger extends a hand toward me, holding something in his fingers.

“Here … ”

I open my hand as I feel the edges of what I assume is his business card poke the skin of my palm. “What’s this?” I ask stupidly.

“My business card, of course.”

“Obviously … but why?”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Let’s just say that I’m an interested buyer.”

And then he’s gone.

He turns and walks away from me, disappearing into a sea of colorful gowns and black suits. As the sounds of the party infiltrate my ears once more, I lower my gaze to stare at the simple cream-colored card in my hand. Its simplistic and elegant design draws attention to the name printed in bold black letters on the paper.

Lawrence Rothschild.

I smile and let my fingertips trail his name. It depends on what you’re willing to pay, Mr. Rothschild.

Published by Mia Asher

Copyright © 2013 by Mia Asher

Easy Virtue RD

easy virtue teaser 4 easy virtue teaser 3

About the Author:

Mia Asher

My name is Mia Asher.

I’m a writer, a hopeless romantic, a wanderer, a dreamer, a cynic, and a believer. And, oh yes…I might be a bit crazy – but who isn’t?

Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads | Pinterest


Win a Signed Set of A Broken Love Story (Arsen & Easy Virtue)

Filthy 4 (Filthy, #4) by Megan D. Martin


POV: Faye (and Rhett a few chapters)
GENRE: *DARK*, Erotica

Wow! In every review I am saying that this book is getting better and better! And I’m sorry it DOES! I am so looking forward to the next installment that I am wishing the next month away.

If you’ve seen the Author’s profile pic you would think she looks so sweet and innocent. Haha. Wait till you read one of her books. Good grief where does she get these ideas?? This is such a dark f.up series but I am loving it.


This is my Faye…


This is my Rhett.

Filthy 4 Starts where book 3 ended! Faye needs help urgent, but will she be able to get the help she needs? Faye doesn’t want to get help, Taylor also doesn’t want to help Taylor, because he is liking where he currently has her. But Rhett makes a decision that Faye needs help and even if it is the last thing he does he will get her some help. Will Taylor back off? Will Rhett finally find out what is making Faye the way she is?? If he does find out how will he react?

If you want the answers to my questions, you would have to go buy the book!

Favourite Quotes / Lines:

I have nothing left to lose. Everything. I have everything

If I get out of here, he is going to make me wish I was dead.

Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did!

LIVE —->…

ARC provided by Author in exchange for an honest review

Dirty Ties by Pam Godwin




Dirty ties



I race to finance it.

I evade to protect it.

I kill to attain it.

I planned everything.

Except her.

The alluring, curvaceous blonde at the finish line.

With sapphire eyes that cheat and lie.

Whose powerful family murdered mine.

I hate her.

I want her.

I know she’s hiding something.

But so am I.

ADD TO GOODREADS:­dirty­ties


January 12th, 2015

Dirty Ties Teaser Picture


Pam Godwin Author Picture

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

Website →
Facebook →
Twitter →
Amazon author page →­Godwin/e/B00A3AF2LY

Other books by Pam Godwin →

Dead of Eve –­Eve­Trilogy­Book-

Beneath the Burn –­Burn­Pam­Godwin-ebook/dp/B00E9G5GZA/ref=asap_B00A3AF2LY_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1415735333&sr=1­4

Take the Heat →­Heat­Criminal­Romance­Anthology-ebook/dp/B00MT7UD04/ref=asap_B00A3AF2LY_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1415735333&sr=1­3

Deliver –­Pam­Godwin-

Vanquish →­Pam­Godwin-


RELEASE DAY and REVIEW BLITZ – “Domesticated” by Jettie Woodruff


by Jettie Woodruff



I was once told that I was like an animal. Animals were naturally conditioned, just like the rodent that I was, I needed to be conditioned. Aristocrats in our class had a trained way of living. Women had their place beside their hard-working spouses and weren’t allowed to rock the boat.

As a small child, I believed in the preparation requirements. Once learned, a conditioned response is hard to get past. No matter how much I tried, it was a part of me – deep within my subconscious. No matter how much I wanted it to be different, it never was, and nobody could change what had been acclimatized profoundly in my mind.

I knew what I did was wrong. I knew what I hid from the world was dirty. And I knew Garrison would never understand. However, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t control it. No matter how hard I tried. It was always there, always a part of me, and who I was.

This book is for mature audiences only. In other words, it is F**ked up.

Read at your own risk.


Author Bio

Jettie Woodruff is a lifelong writer, living in a pretend world since she was a little girl. Jettie spent hours filling pages of spiral notebooks with a number two pencil and a wild imagination.

Her very first story was a scifi of all things.

Jettie writes more along the lines of erotica now. She likes to keep her readers on edge, and deliver a story that will pull out every emotion possible. Writing on the edge of taboo and dark, Jettie hopes to distribute an adventure you’ll not soon forget.

Married for twenty five years, raising two boys and one girl has left lots of writing material. She has recently become a grandma to not one, but two of the most beautiful little girls on planet earth.

Jettie also hates doing this bio. That’s all you get. She loves to read and write. What else is there? ❤


Amazon buy link