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Tuesday, July 11, 2017

THE RED by Tiffany Reisz Review


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Title: The Red
Subtitle: An Erotic Fantasy
Author: Tiffany Reisz     
Publisher: 8th Circle Press (eBook and Trade Paperback) • Tantor Audio (Audiobook CD and Download)
On-Sale Date: July 11, 2017 (Worldwide)    
Genre: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Page Count: 248 pages
Retail Price: $5.99 (US/eBook) • $14.99 (US/trade paperback) • $24.99 (US/audiobook MP3 CD/audiobook download)* • $35.99 (US/audiobook CD)
ISBN (trade paperback): 978-1537217765 • ISBN (audiobook MP3 CD): 978-1541459052 • ISBN (audiobook CD): 978-1541409057


TIFFANY REISZ

TO PUBLISH NEW EROTIC NOVEL THE RED
ON JULY 11, 2017

LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY, April 17, 2017—
The Red marks international bestseller Tiffany Reisz’s return to the erotica shelves. Originally published as a limited edition hardcover for attendees of Shameless Book Con 2016, The Red—an erotic fantasy in the vein of Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty quartet—will finally being be available to the public this summer.
“The Red is the naughtiest, most explicit, sexually decadent book I’ve ever written,” Reisz says. “If you’ve read my other books, you know that’s saying something.”
The heroine, Mona Lisa St. James, makes a deathbed promise that she will do anything to save her mother's art gallery, The Red. Just as she realizes she has no choice but to sell it, a handsome stranger makes her an offer: He will save The Red if she submits to him for the period of one year.
Reisz adds: “For years readers have been asking me to write The Red, a novel mentioned in the Original Sinners series written by my erotica-writing dominatrix Nora Sutherlin. Well, readers, be careful what you wish for.”
Tiffany Reisz is the international bestselling author of the Original Sinners series for Mira Books and Mills & Boon, including the RT Book Reviews Best Erotic Romance 2012 winner The Siren and the LAMBDA Literary Award- winning The King. Her novel The Saint won the Romance Writers of America RITA® for best Erotic Romance in 2015.
8th Circle Press is a Lexington, Kentucky-based publisher of literary friction. For more information, visit our website at www.8thCirclePress.com.









Summary:
Never make a promise you don’t intend to keep…
Mona Lisa St. James made a deathbed promise that she would do anything to save her mother's art gallery. Unfortunately, not only is The Red painted red, but it's in the red.
Just as she realizes she has no choice but to sell it, a mysterious man comes in after closing time and makes her an offer: He will save The Red if she agrees to submit to him for the period of one year.
The man is handsome, English, and terribly tempting...but surely her mother didn't mean for Mona to sell herself to a stranger. Then again, she did promise to do anything to save The Red...
The Red is a standalone novel of erotic fantasy from Tiffany Reisz, international bestselling author of The Bourbon Thief and the Original Sinners series.


Excerpt

Mona stood up straight and squared her shoulders. The wall clock said it was almost midnight. Sometime in the last hour she’d made up her mind to sell The Red. She felt better now that she’d acknowledged she had no choice but to sell. The numbers weren’t going to magically multiply no matter how long she stared at them. Might as well give up, go home, and sleep. Time to lock up. Time to give up. Except...

There was a man standing in the gallery.

Mona gasped, her hand over her mouth. It didn’t seem he had heard her gasp. He didn’t even turn to look at her. She swallowed hard, her heart running like the White Rabbit. He was tall and broad-shouldered and wore a three-piece black suit. He had one hand on his hip, one hand on his chin. Although his clothes were modern and he looked about forty years old, there was something about him that looked...old. No, not old. Old World, perhaps. Yes, that. Old World. She could think of no other way to describe him. It was the hair. That was it. He wore his hair in a style that would have best belonged on a Regency-era lord. Black and tousled, rakish even, he reminded her of Eugene Delacroix’s dashing self-portraits. Dark eyes, black heart. To Mona he looked like the devil gone courting.

But who was the devil’s lucky lady?

“Sir?” Mona finally worked up her courage to speak. “The gallery is closed.”

He didn’t speak at first. But he did move at last. He dropped his hand from his chin and stepped toward the small painting in front of him. It was a George Morland, a contemporary of Joshua Reynolds. Nothing terribly impressive about it. Merely an uninspired painting of men in red coats on horseback.

“Things aren’t what they seem.”

His accent was English. She’d recognized those lovely vowels at once.

“No,” she said. “I imagine they aren’t.”

“I hear your gallery is closing,” he said. Again the right hand came to his chin, the left hand to his hip. The left hand drew her gaze. He was lean and the well-tailored vest emphasized his trim waist and hips.

“Closed, I said. I told you the gallery is closed. It’s almost midnight.”

“You’re in the red.”

“So are you. That’s the name of the gallery.”

At that he turned and looked at her, met her eyes, smiled. She felt a current of fear run through her body, electric and exciting.

“You’re in the red,” he said again. “In debt, I mean.”

“What have you heard?” she asked.

“I heard the gallery was in distress. Such a shame,” he said.

“My mother bought paintings she couldn’t re-sell,” Mona said. “She spent huge sums of money on gallery parties that brought in no revenue. And she died of cancer last autumn. The bills were enormous.”

“No father to help?”

“I don’t know who my father is. My mother was a bohemian type.”

“And you have no money?”

“Having no money right now would be a blessing because currently I have negative five hundred thousand dollars,” she said. “So unless you’re going to buy that Morland for five hundred thousand dollars, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“It’s not a Morland,” he said.

“What?”

“I told you—things aren’t always as they seem…”







Tiffany Reisz is the international bestselling author of the Original Sinners series for Mira Books and Mills & Boon, including the RT Book Reviews Best Erotic Romance 2012 winner The Siren and the LAMBDA Literary Award-winning The King. Her novel The Saint won the Romance Writers of America RITA® for best Erotic Romance in 2015.
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About 8th Circle Press
8th Circle Press is a Lexington, Kentucky-based publisher of literary friction. For more information, visit our website at www.8thCirclePress.com. 


Review
The RedThe Red by Tiffany Reisz
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Mona promised her mother on her death bed that she would do anything to keep The Red, her mother's art gallery. A mysterious man known to her as only Malcolm gives her a proposition. He'll save The Red if she agrees to be his sexually for the next year. He'll come to her about once a month and be able to do whatever he wants with or to her. Each time he comes, they begin by acting out a scene from a different famous piece of art. Every meeting is a unique and erotic experience. Do not try to read this book in a public setting. There's a good chance you'll need some 'me time' more than once. The scenes may push your boundaries also. I enjoyed each time Malcolm paid a visit. Certain bits almost made me combust. I loved the ending. I guessed something along those lines of what Malcolm was, but I never would have guessed his end game. The story wraps up well, but I wouldn't be opposed to revisiting Mona in another book.


***copy given in exchange for an honest review***

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Friday, June 9, 2017

Mature Content by Megan Erickson and Santino Hassell Blog Tour Review





Mature Content
by Megan Erickson and Santino Hassell
Cyberlove Series
Book 4

My life plan is to be brutally honest all the way to the bank. Don't believe me? I run a popular YouTube channel called TrashyZane, and my claim to fame is oversharing about every aspect of my personal life. Sometimes while tipsy. Not everyone loves my style, but I have a long history of icing out people who can't handle me. I have no time for judgmental foolishness.

Except, apparently, when it comes to Beau Starr. His channel is the polar opposite of mine, and so is he. Wholesome, inspirational, and clean-cut. Everything about him should turn me off, but when we hook up following a confrontation at a convention, my world flips upside down. Not only does Beau Starr turn me on, he uses the exact combination of dirty talk and roughness needed to turn me out.

But we still hate each other. I think.




TEASER QUOTES

“I'll show you there’s a reason I don’t blast my sex life all over YouTube.”

“I think you’ve had guys turn you out and make you drool, but I don’t think you’ve ever had the kind of sex that you don’t even want to talk about, because you’re scared it was all a dream.”

He tasted like alcohol, pop rocks, and bad decisions.

There was a part of me, a large part, that wanted him to fuck me until I sobbed. Trouble was… I absolutely despised him. And I'd hate myself after.

Beau's roughness with his blatant need combined into a call I couldn't help but answer,

“You couldn't turn me out even if I drew you a diagram."

"He fucked me so good I almost forgot I hated him,"

What would it be like to kiss Zane without the hang-up of sex? Just a press of the lips, a brief taste. Did he kiss slow? Fast?

Zane: :D Aw Beau baby, you really do have a heart behind all those Crest White Strips. (TEXT EXCHANGE)


EXCERPT

“Look, if I go clean up are you going to run out the door?”
“Would it bother you if I did?”
Beau frowned. “If I say yes, is it guaranteed you’ll do it just to bother me?” My mouth twitched. He rocked against me. “I’m serious.”
“Fine.” I sighed exaggeratedly, like he was really hassling me. “I’ll stay for a few.”
“Good.” Beau stood up, and I was suddenly eye level with his taut, sculpted stomach. “There’s another bathroom in my bedroom. And…you can grab some shorts from the chest if you don’t want to sit around naked.”
I almost asked him what the hell we were going to be sitting around doing, but kept my mouth shut. He went to the bathroom between the living room and kitchen, and I explored the rest of his apartment while slathered in jizz. It was almost as nice as mine, but nowhere near as artsy. My grandmother had helped me furnish it after shopping at thrift stores and refinishing furniture, but Beau’s apartment was kind of like a showroom. Eerily perfect.
Either way, his bathroom was on point with the lighting and shower, so I jumped in quickly after tying my hair in a knot. I rinsed off, wrapped myself in a super-plush towel, and then snagged a pair of cut off shorts and a T-shirt that had his fucking face on it, which was too funny to not wear.
I waltzed out in my new outfit and found him on the phone with…a menu in his hand. Freezing, I fucked up my entrance and gaped when he waved it in my face.
“Do you like Mediterranean food?”
“Uh. What?”
Beau looked at me like I was an idiot. “Zane. Tell me what you want to eat.”
“Oh. Um. I don’t know. I don’t not like any foods.”
He rolled his eyes and rattled off enough food to feed an entire family. When it was done, and he told them to charge his account, he pointed at the shirt I’d procured.
“Just so you know, I didn’t have that made.”
“Uh-huh. But before I mock you relentlessly, why are you ordering food? Like, just because you’re trying to make up for being a dick doesn’t mean—”
Beau grabbed the front of the shirt and a ripping sound filled the room. He didn’t even pause. Just jerked me against him and kissed me so hard I lost my train of thought. Fuck, I lost my sense of self. Fell headfirst into the intensity of his kiss and then wrapped my arms around his neck because… I really could not get enough.
His soft lips were perfect, his tongue lashing at mine with such finesse my dick started to swell again. Especially when he tangled his hand in my hair and tugged just hard enough to make my knees weaken.
“Fuck me before the food gets here,” I blurted.
Beau pressed our foreheads together, panting against my face. “We just washed up. And I want to talk to you.”
“We can talk later.” Fuck, was I whining? I was whining. “Please, Beau?”
He squeezed his eyes shut, muttered a very clear fuck it, and then backed me into his bedroom. We were on his bed, clothes discarded, so fast my head was spinning with delight. How Beau Starr was the best kisser I’d ever been with was a mystery, but, damn, the guy’s tongue was magic.



ABOUT SANTINO HASSELL

Santino Hassell was raised by a conservative family, but he was anything but traditional. He grew up to be a smart-mouthed, school cutting grunge kid, then a transient twenty-something, and eventually transformed into an unlikely romance author.

Santino writes queer romance that is heavily influenced by the gritty, urban landscape of New York City, his belief that human relationships are complex and flawed, and his own life experiences.

 
Santino Hassell
Santino@santinohassell.com





ABOUT MEGAN ERICKSON

Megan Erickson is a USA Today bestselling author of romance that sizzles. Her books have a touch of nerd, a dash of humor, and always have a happily ever after. A former journalist, she switched to fiction when she decided she likes writing her own endings better.

She lives in Pennsylvania with her very own nerdy husband and two kids. Although rather fun-sized, she's been told she has a full-sized personality. When Megan isn't writing, she's either lounging with her two cats named after John Hughes characters or... thinking about writing.
For more, visit meganerickson.org





Review

Mature Content (Cyberlove, #4)Mature Content by Megan Erickson


TrashyZane and Beau Starr are popular youtubers and voices for the LGBTQ+ population. Beau is all about being positive and safe. He has a clean reputation that can feel a bit confining at times. Zane is a let it all hang out and give every dirty detail kind of guy. They appear to be opposites in their videos, but they are amazingly sexually compatible. Mature Content is definitely an appropriate title for this book. When they hook up, the book pages sizzle. With their lifestyle of being somewhat celebrities, certain dramas and gossip situations are always around. These two have to find the right direction which allows them to be their true selves and make a living. If you're looking for guys with big hearts and smoking hot lives, this is the book for you.



***copy given in exchange for an honest review***

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Saturday, March 11, 2017

THE DEEP END by Kristen Ashley Blog Tour Review


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✮✮✮A delicious world of erotica, BDSM with alpha-subs and their Dommes, and a gripping love story…Welcome to The Bee’s Honey! The first book in New York Times bestselling author Kristen Ashley’s Honey Series, THE DEEP END is a seductive and rich lovestory. Order your copy today! ✮✮✮


Fall into THE DEEP END and order your copy today!


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About THE DEEP END (Erotic Romance Releasing March 7, 2017):

Enter a decadent sensual world where gorgeous alpha males are committed to fulfilling a woman's every desire…

Olivier isn’t sure what he’s gotten himself into when he joins the Honey Club, only that a dark part of him hungers for the lifestyle offered by this exclusive club. Here, no boundary will be left untested…and one's deepest fantasies will become an exquisite reality.

When Amélie invites Olivier to surrender, she gives the alpha submissive what he craves. Soon they both find themselves falling harder than they ever anticipated—but as their connection deepens, the truth about Olivier’s past could destroy everything…

Gripping and seductive, The Deep End is the first book in a sensational new series from bestselling author Kristen Ashley.


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GooglePlay | Kobo | IndieBound | BAM

 
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Kristen Ashley’s THE DEEP END – Review & Excerpt Tour Schedule:

February 27th
All Romance Reviews – Review & Excerpt
Crystals Book World – Excerpt
Foxy Blogs – Excerpt
Garden of REden – Review
Stacey is Sassy – Review
Steamy Reads – Review
February 28th
Books,Dreams,Life – Excerpt
Marieke's Books – Review & Excerpt
The Book Bellas – Review & Excerpt
March 1st
After Dark Book Lovers – Review & Excerpt
FMR Book Grind – Review
Jax's Book Magic – Excerpt
Reads All the Books – Review & Excerpt
Three Girls and a Book Obsession – Review & Excerpt
March 2nd
Agents of Romance – Review & Excerpt
Under the Covers – Review & Excerpt
Book Bitches Blog – Excerpt
Oh My Growing TBR – Review & Excerpt
Reading Keeps Me Sane – Review & Excerpt
The Review Loft – Review & Excerpt
March 3rd
Random Book Muses – Review
MEReadALOT – Review & Excerpt
Stephanie's Book Reports – Review & Excerpt
Vilma's book blog – Review & Excerpt
March 4th
Book Babes Unite – Review
Love Between the Sheets – Review & Excerpt
Vagabonda Reads – Review
March 5th
All About Romance – Review
Mustreadbooksordie – Review & Excerpt
Angie and Jessica's Dreamy Reads – Review & Excerpt
PBC – Excerpt
March 6th
About That Story – Review
Krista's Dust Jacket – Review & Excerpt
KT Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt
Night Owl Reader – Review & Excerpt
Read-Love-Blog – Review
StuckInBooks – Review & Excerpt
March 7th
Shh Moms Reading – Review
Words We Love By/LucyLiciousReads – Review & Excerpt
Books to Breathe – Review & Excerpt
For The Love of Fictional Worlds – Review & Excerpt
Joyfully Reviewed – Review & Excerpt
Nose Stuck in a Book – Review & Excerpt
March 8th
Shameless Book Club – Review & Excerpt
A Fortress of Books – Excerpt
BJ's Book Blog – Review & Excerpt
Lit Slave – Review & Excerpt
March 9th
Dirty Girl Romance – Review
iScream Books – Review & Excerpt
Red Cheeks Reads – Review
Smut Book Junkie Reviews – Review & Excerpt
March 10th
Bookcrack – Review & Excerpt
E-Romance News – Excerpt
Lit. 4 Ladies – Review & Excerpt
Natalie TheBiblioholi – Review & Excerpt
Once Upon A Page – Review & Excerpt
True Story Book Blog – Review & Excerpt
March 11th
Blushing babes are up all night – Review & Excerpt
Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents – Review & Excerpt
March 12th
Feeding My Addiction Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt
I'm A Sweet And Sassy Book Whore – Review & Excerpt
March 13th
Once Upon a Book Blog – Review & Excerpt
Queenzany – Review & Excerpt
Sizzling Pages Romance Reviews – Review & Excerpt
Talk Books to Me – Review
March 14th
Alpha Book Club – Review
G & T's Indie Café – Excerpt
Once Upon An Alpha – Review & Excerpt
No BS Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt
The Book Whisperer – Review & Excerpt
The Escapist Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

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EXCERPT

At that moment, for the first time in years, she was paying no attention to Stellan.
This was because Talia’s tall frame shifting out of the way offered an unhindered view of something else that had slipped in without her notice.
And gazing at him, Amélie went still.
As did her breath.
And her heartbeat.
Leaning a shoulder against the wall beyond the edge of the bar, six or seven feet from the door to the playrooms, he was surveying the scene as if he wasn’t part of it.
Or as if it was he who was on the prowl.
But although a Dominant could mingle freely in the open space, this would be done with some intent.
If they were on the hunt, they’d be at a booth.
Subs were not allowed to sit in a booth unless the invitation was extended. They populated the floor, on display, it was requisite.
In the mesh of bodies, a sub could be identified in a variety of ways. The cast of their gaze. Their bearing. Jewelry that declared their status.
And their position in the hunting ground.
No Dominant would linger there like he was, partially for that reason. Clear communication and transparent messages were key in their world. No Dom would give the impression of being a sub.
This was explained at length during membership orientation.
That magnificent beast was a sub.
An alpha-sub, assuredly.
It came from his sheer size, like a cloak stitched to his skin he had no hope of shrugging off (not that he’d wish to).
He had to be six five, perhaps taller. His dark suit and mono-chromatic shirt necessarily tailored for his physique for there were very few men on this earth that had it. His shoulders as wide as a log. His chest a veritable wall. The muscles Amélie had no doubt were hidden under his clothing apparent in the exposed line of his throat. It wasn’t that he had no neck. But that lethal shank of corded, sinewy muscle could not be established and maintained if the rest of him didn’t match precisely.
She knew he was alpha beyond that. His stance at the wall, casual and self-assured, it was openly cocky. He knew his allure. He knew his beauty. He knew even if he wasn’t exactly your type, every being would understand with base instinct his attraction.
He also knew how to use this. All of it. It was his art as sure as reading it on him was Amélie’s.
From what she could tell, his hair was dark blond, the thickness of it, how it was longer at the top, clipped short at neck and ears was so appealing, she was willing to make that single allowance for she preferred her toys to have dark hair.
She made that allowance, but if she had her way, and she often did, he’d grow it longer so there’d be more of it to fist her fingers into as a means to use to make him serve her will.
His facial features only heightened his appeal that already, with the rest of him, defied belief.
A strong brow over eyes she couldn’t see the color of from her distance. Hollowed cheeks under high cheekbones and over a firm, cut, clean-shaven jaw. And a large nose that was openly pugilistic, the dent at the top of the bridge not created by God but by a break that he didn’t deem important enough to have set properly.
Staring at him, utterly incapable of not doing it openly, she felt the insides of her thighs tingle. And her nipples were hard buds, the restriction of the lace of her bra suddenly excruciating.
That…
Now that was whisky.
“Oh my, Leigh, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Mirabelle asked. And before she could answer, her friend went on, “It’s like he was made for you.”
It was, indeed.

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About Kristen Ashley: Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorise and she hadn't taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen's Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning. Nothing's changed. Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she's blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched). Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.

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Review

The Deep End (Honey, #1)The Deep End by Kristen Ashley


The female lead is a rich Dom looking for a man who is an alpha on the streets and a sub in the sheets, so to speak. The male lead is a giant of a man. He's more blue collar in his day to day life. He's searching for something in his sex life, but isn't certain of what because he hasn't found it yet. They meet at an exclusive club. They want each other at first sight. She loves pushing his boundaries. It's not easy for him to immediately give in to her, but he enjoys being pushed. This is much more sexual than the other books I've read from this author. If you like erotic or BDSM romances, you should check out The Deep End.


***copy given in exchange for an honest review***

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