Sleep Deprived Book Lovers: September 2018

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

JUST ONE LOVE by Jami Wagner is LIVE!

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Title: Just One Love

Author: Jami Wagner

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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My entire life is a lie. He launched my salty reputation. Yet, here I am, doing him another favor so he can get what he wants—maybe then I can dislodge him from my heart. There is an emptiness in my life. Yet I have everything I need, or at least, I thought I did. It was supposed to be a simple deal between friends. Friends? Yeah, right. I should have known we’re too volatile for that.

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Abby

I jump down and grab my knife, but as but as I pull back in what should be the segue into my quick getaway run—dramatic, smooth, commanding, just like in the movies—I’m jerked back.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The knife is stuck.

“Abby, let’s go!” Beth snaps at me. She’s crouched behind the truck where they can’t see her. “I cannot believe that I trusted that you were going to break up with him like a normal person. Let’s go.”
“I’m trying,” I shush back, jerking again on the damn knife.

“Just leave it.”

“It has my initials on it.”

A gift from my mom for my eighteenth birthday. She knows me so well. Not.

“What the … seriously?” Beth moves around to the tire and pushes me out of the way. I duck when Jace’s ball cap comes into view over the back of the truck. Then, Beth and I yank on the knife together.

Nothing happens.

“Let me drive!” Tyler shouts.

“Dude, what the fuck is your deal? It’s my truck. I’ll drive.”

“But I’m thinking of getting one just like it, and I need to test drive something.” Tyler’s response is quick.

“Dude, whatever,” Jace replies as I see the keys flying through the air, right before Tyler comes into view.

“What the fuck are you doing, Abby?” he says through the side of his lips. I barely see his mouth move.

“Trying to leave. What does it look like?” I whisper frantically.

“Whoops!” Tyler drops the keys. He kneels in front of the tire and jerks the knife out in one swift move.

Damn.

His white T-shirt hugs his bicep, and, oh boy, he looks good tonight. I mean, he’s always had the whole Liam Hemsworth thing going on, but tonight he looks even hotter than a movie star. His hair is the perfect dirty blonde and his eyes are brightest green I’ve ever seen. Don’t even get me started on his smile. Shoot, any girl would agree to whatever he wanted just to see it one more time. I would know. I’ve been that girl.

Tyler gives the knife to me and mouths “run.” We don’t hesitate in the slightest.

I tuck the knife into my back pocket as I duck to run. The tire is successfully slashed, and I’m not leaving any evidence of my crime at the scene.

Hunching behind her car, Beth shoots daggers from her eyes as she stares at me. The look is so intense, I need something else to focus on.

Yes, this crack on the sidewalk is a nice distraction.

“I can’t believe you,” she seethes.

“It’s fine. No one saw us but Tyler,” I say just as Jace begins shouting a string of curses.

Jackass.

“I should have known you were going to do something crazy tonight. You made breaking up sound so simple,” Beth adds.

I shrug and then we both hunker down tighter when the lights of Tyler’s truck flash our way. I crawl around the front of the car and watch them turn the corner.

Then, I start to laugh.

Beth is still glaring at me. Only now she’s standing with her hands on her hips and looking at me like my mom would when I’d come home past curfew, before she decided she didn’t want anything to do with me.

The whole picture makes me laugh even harder. Slowly, Beth’s lips begin to tug into a smile.

“You are out of control,” she says and unlocks her car.

“There is nothing wrong with that,” I tell her.

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JAMI WAGNER was born in Wyoming. Still living in the Cowboy State, Jami and her husband are currently writing their own love story with their yellow Lab. Jami enjoys writing Romance and published her debut novella, Date in the Dark, in 2015. Her first full-length novel, Just One Kiss, was published in October 2015 and is the first book in her Black Alcove series. The remainder in the series, Just One Night, Just One Touch, Just One Moment, and Just One Spark are available now. Visit and connect with Jami at www.jami-wagner.com, on Facebook at www.facebook.com/AuthorJamiWagner, on Twitter at @Jami_Wagner, or on Instagram at @JAMIWAGNER_.

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Monday, September 24, 2018

Review of RUNAWAY GIRL by Tessa Bailey

RUNAWAY GIRL

By Tessa Bailey

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It’s Naomi Clemons’s big day. Her dream wedding. And she’s outta here.

One moment. A chance meeting of gazes through the church window pane with someone familiar who radiates intrigue. Independence. It’s the final push Naomi needs to realize...she’s boring. A blonde, cookie cutter, well mannered trophy wife-to-be. How can she expect to lead a fulfilling married life when she’s never lived?

Special Forces diver Jason Bristow needs a beauty pageant coach. Not for himself—although the tattooed bruiser could definitely use some charm. For his little sister who he has returned to St. Augustine, Florida to raise. When a beautiful southern debutante lands on his doorstep, she awakens a hunger that won’t be ignored. If only she wasn’t planning on winning back the ex-fiancé she left at the altar…

Despite the potential for ruin, heat continues to build between Naomi and Jason beneath the sultry Florida sunshine, consuming them both. But they’re on borrowed time…and it’s about to run out.

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This book was everything I had hoped for and then some. Naomi ran away from her wedding when she realized that she had no idea who she was or what she wanted in life. She knew that the life she was facing was not the life she really wanted, but she had not idea how her life would change with the first bold move she had ever made.

Jason was a tough military man who was looking after his baby sister. When he runs into Naomi it isn't long until the sparks fly and he can't stop thinking of Naomi. He is alpha in every way but also has a heart of gold. He helps Naomi to open up and encourages her to be herself.

I loved each and every word of this book. Jason and Naomi just seem to drag you in and keep you turning the pages. Between Jason's dirty talk, Naomi's adventures and their heat, this book absolutely wonderful. Tessa Bailey knows how to write characters that draw you in and have you dying to know what happens next. Once again, Tessa has hit it out of the park and I am heartbroken that the story is over. My only hope is that we will get a check in on occasion from these two!

AUTHOR BIO

Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.

Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of ten years and six-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.

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Thursday, September 20, 2018

Review of YESTERDAY IS GONE by HJ Bellus

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They say going home is easy, and in all reality, it should be. Just not for me.

The small, one-horse town that gave me my roots, that made my soul thrive, is also the place I never wanted to set foot in again. I left everything behind and never looked back. Until now. With the death of the man who raised me, I’m forced to return to Boone.

Old wounds resurface, and heartache and loss trump everything once more.

Seeing the man who shattered my world the night of our high school graduation almost brings me to my knees. Jessie, my once best friend and love of my life, ruined it all for me…for us.

I’m back in Boone…and my secret is about to rattle the tiny town.

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I honestly could not put this book down. This book sucked me in and didn't let me go until the last page. Honestly, I needed more are the last word. I wanted this story to go on as I wasn't ready to let Jesse and Jules go.

Jesse made a horrible decision years ago that kept Jules away until her grandfather passed away. When she came back to town, she knew she would have to face her past and everything that changed on one fateful night. I loved how strong she was and how she knew she had to do the right thing.

Jesse knew Jules would back for her grandfather's funeral and he was determined to make up for his past mistakes. However, when his past mistake was thrown right in front of him, he had to decide if he was going to fight for the future he always wanted or let her get away once again.

The author did a wonderful job of drawing you in and keeping you turning the pages to find out what was going to happen next. This book had a little bit of everything: humor, grief; longing and most importantly a HEA. Like I previously said, I loved every minute of this read and I want more of these two and more of their wonderful friends.

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HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she's a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shotgunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.

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Monday, September 10, 2018

Cover Reveal of RUNAWAY GIRL by Tessa Bailey

RUNAWAY GIRL

By Tessa Bailey

BLURB

It’s Naomi Clemons’s big day. Her dream wedding. And she’s outta here.

Despite the potential for ruin, heat continues to build between Naomi and Jason beneath the sultry Florida sunshine, consuming them both. But they’re on borrowed time…and it’s about to run out.

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Thursday, September 6, 2018

Review and Excerpt of THEIR RUTHLESS SADIST by Nichole Edwards

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Definition of sadism
1: the derivation of sexual gratification from the infliction of physical pain or humiliation on another person — compare masochism, sadomasochism

2 a : delight in cruelty b : excessive cruelty

Definition of masochism
1: the derivation of sexual gratification from being subjected to physical pain or humiliation by oneself or another person — compare sadism, sadomasochism

2: pleasure in being abused or dominated : a taste for suffering

Note from Nicole: This is a MMM book. It is a romance and is darker than most of the books I have written. This book contains hardcore BDSM, including Sadomasochism (the giving or receiving pleasure from acts involving the receipt or infliction of pain or humiliation). Some elements may not be for all readers, so if you are not into this sort of thing, I would highly suggest you opt out of this one.

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THEIR RUTHLESS SADIST

Release date: September 4th, 2018

By definition, a Sadist is one who receives sexual gratification from causing pain and degradation to another.

That’s me to a T.

I only play with those who understand what it means, those who are willing to indulge my devious desires.

Any masochist who seeks me out knows that if they trespass, I will gladly shatter them and walk away, leaving them for someone else to put back together.

Yet the cowboy and the pretty boy have given themselves to me. They have agreed to play by my rules and there is only one: THERE ARE NO RULES.

I have warned them. I’m not looking for companionship or love. I don’t want to be their friend, their confidante, or their lover. I’m in it for pleasure only. In the form of pain.

I am ruthless.

I am a Sadist.

And I make no excuses for it.

Wow, just wow. I honestly don't know where to start. This book was absolutely everything I was hoping for and so much more. We got a glimpse of Zeke and his thoughts in Their Famous Dominant and I couldn’t wait to get more. There is so much more to him than what he lets everyone see and I was hoping that Case and Brax would bring that out. And boy did they ever!

When they all entered into their arrangement, they all knew the expectations. What they didn’t know was that expectations would change and wanted or not, feelings would begin to develop. That, honestly is all I can let myself say. If I say anymore, I’m afraid I will give away some spoilers.

I can’t emphasize enough that this book will open your eyes to a whole new world. It may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it was definitely mine. I loved each and every word and lost plenty of sleep reading this one! The author did a wonderful job of creating three strong characters who did fine on their own, but together were absolutely stunning. I highly recommend this one and I can’t wait to see what Nicole has in store for us next in this series!

THIS WAS MY SAFE HAVEN.

This was where I fit in.

This was the one place I could go where I didn’t get wary eyes pinning me in place, curious as to whether I was going to do some serious damage.

I was used to those looks, the ones from strangers who weren’t sure what to do with the man who didn’t buy his clothes off the rack because even the big-and-tall store didn’t know how to outfit six foot eight inches, two hundred eighty pounds of solid muscle.

No, here in the club, I was the giant with a sadistic streak a mile wide, a Dominant every masochist hoped would look his or her way. I was the king in this particular realm, the man who wielded all the power.

And just like every other time I was in the club, I gauged the submissive pool, wondering which of these eager fuck toys would become my plaything for the evening. I would bring at least one to tears tonight, of that I had no doubt. It was my mission, my goal in life. I wanted to break them, to hear them beg and plead, tears streaming down their faces as I brutalized them the way they fantasized about.

Some people craved sugar. I craved doling out pain.

While they were prancing around in an attempt to catch my attention, I was trying to figure out which submissive could handle me. Even if only for a few minutes. Which one I wouldn’t cause irreparable damage.

I had yet to meet the one who could endure the darkest side of me. I figured one day I would find him, but I wasn’t holding my breath.

“Master Zeke?”

I turned to see a sweet little fluff of a girl with wild eyes and glossy lips, weighing in at a buck five soaking wet. I knew without asking what she wanted from me. This one wanted a firm hand, someone to smack her ass and make her beg for mercy while she giggled and pleaded for more. If I had to guess, she’d heard about me, knew the pain I ached to bestow, and she hoped to experience it for herself.

I knew her type. She was too soft, too sweet. No way would she allow me to have my way with her, to treat her like a piece of furniture, to manhandle her before I breached her virgin ass with my nine-inch cock. Hell, her ass wasn’t even as big as my fucking hand. I would likely fracture her if I attempted to spank her the way I needed.

She couldn’t handle me on her best fucking day.

Those big eyes peered up at me full of hopeful anticipation. She wanted the big, bad Sadist to toss her around a little, then pull her close and shower her with praise and attention.

I was not that man.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Not in this lifetime.” I shooed her away with a flick of my hand, dashing that hope in an instant. She wasn’t my type.

Not only did I want a man, I needed a man. One with power and stamina, hide as tough as leather, an ass made to be plowed, a throat strong enough to take the brutal pounding of my cock.

A scene caught my eye and I sauntered over, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared over the heads of the other bystanders. I couldn’t see the submissive’s face because he was facing away from me, his hands cuffed above his head, legs spread, ankles chained to hooks in the floor. Long limbs, thick muscle, juicy ass.

It was the tattoo blazed across his back that caught my attention. A dragon rose up along his spine, wide body curling over his shoulder blade, the head disappearing on his other side, lying over his chest.

I knew this because it was a tattoo I’d seen before.

Recently, in fact.

I watched as the baby Dom laid the flogger tails across the submissive’s broad shoulders, hitting hard enough to thud but not nearly hard enough to leave a mark. The submissive’s body was rigid, but not from shock or pain.

“What’s your color, sub?” the baby Dom questioned.

Sadist Rule One: Colors are for kindergartners.

“Green, Sir,” the submissive said with a bored monotone that would’ve been obvious to an infant.

“You want more?” the baby Dom asked.

Sadist Rule Two: Don’t ask what they want.

“Yes, Sir,” he replied, no inflection in his tone.

The baby Dom swung the tails again and again, over the man’s ass, the backs of his thighs. There was no power in his swing, no effort to inflict pain whatsoever. It was the equivalent of a fucking massage.

“Tell me when you’ve had enough,” the baby Dom told the submissive.

Who the hell was this asshole and where did he think he was? This submissive wasn’t here to play Twenty Questions. Dominants didn’t ask permission, they set up the structure beforehand, had a plan and an end goal. A good Dominant didn’t ask them what they wanted. A good Dominant merely gave it to them because that was what they needed.

After a few more swings, the baby Dom turned and I noticed he was covered in sweat. He’d been at this a while from the looks of it. His eyes met mine and I instantly recognized the respect there. I got it everywhere I went. Not because of my size, either. I’d earned it. And I’d come to expect it.

“Master Zeke,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water while he clearly took a break.

Sadist Rule Three: A submissive should not wear out the Dom.

Yeah. Fine. I just made that one up.

I nodded to the sweaty baby Dom, but my eyes shifted back to the submissive. I could envision myself standing behind him with my whip, applying the stinging burn from the knotted ends that would have him jerking and twitching, his cock so hard he could hardly breathe from the need to come.

That thirty-five-tail deerskin flogger the baby Dom wielded was the equivalent of a feather as far as this particular masochist was concerned. An attentive Dominant would’ve known that.

I glanced back at the baby Dom, who was clearly out of sorts, unsure what to do to make this submissive beg.

“Hit him harder,” I said, the deep rumble of my voice causing several heads to turn my way.

“What?” The baby Dom appeared confused. “I’ve been at it for thirty minutes. He’s not in the right mindset.”

Mindset, my ass. That was a Dom’s excuse as to how he’d fucked up a scene.

“You’re not hittin’ him hard enough.” I turned my attention back to the restrained man. “He’s not a goddamn toddler. Hit him harder.”

The baby Dom clearly didn’t like that I was correcting him. Not that I gave a fuck. It was a Dominant’s responsibility to see to the needs of his submissive. This fucker was failing in every respect.

“Think you can do better?” the baby Dom taunted.

I jerked my gaze over and cocked an eyebrow. This time, his tone lacked any respect whatsoever. Normally, I would shrug it off, but there was something about this situation that didn’t sit right with me.

“I don’t think I can. I know.” The crowd parted as I moved forward. When the baby Dom held out his little toy, I chuckled. “Your five-and-dime toy’s useless.”

The baby Dom huffed, then turned to walk away.

“Uh-uh,” I snarled. “You stay and watch.” I leaned in closer to him, keeping my voice low so no one else could hear. “And don’t you ever disrespect me again. Understood?”

The baby Dom’s eyes widened, but he managed a jerky nod.

“Good.” I turned my back to him and focused my attention on the masochist.

Wanting to get a feel for the submissive’s state of mind, I walked over and pressed myself against his back, leaning down and putting my mouth close to his ear.

“Tell me what you need, pretty boy.”

The pretty boy’s head shifted only slightly. “Pain, Zeke. I need pain.”

“Do you want me to deliver it? And remember, I don’t provide aftercare. I’ll ensure you fly, but I won’t bring you down after.”

“Yes,” he said on a breathless moan. “Yes, Zeke. I want you to deliver it.”

“Tell me your safe word.”

“Red, Zeke.”

“I trust you to use it should you need it.”

He nodded and I stepped back, allowing my gaze to run the length of his naked form as I retrieved the whip I had attached to my belt.

It was time to show the pussy Dom exactly how to handle a masochist.

And it was time to show this squirrelly pretty boy exactly what it meant to submit to me.

The question was…

Could the pretty boy handle it?

~ Copyright 2018, Nicole Edwards Limited.