Title: Stay
Series: Odd Jobs #1
Author: AJ Alexander
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Enemies-to-Lovers
Cover Design: PopKitty Designs
Release Date: March 7, 2019


Against all odds, the dog walker gets the girl…

Never knowing if someone is genuinely interested in me or my family’s money keeps my guard up. So when he shows up, my instant hatred for his good looks and sexy smile is no surprise.
I soon discover that Cole isn’t who I think he is, but I’m afraid to lower my walls and let him in. After his relentless pursuing, I find myself being led down a path I never thought possible.

I never thought I deserved to have the white picket fence life – until her. The last thing I expect to find when I knock on my client’s door is the answer to my deepest desires.
One look and I know Addison is out of my league. That will not stop me from trying to make her mine… but my past might.

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AJ Alexander is a wannabe psychologist, writer, and author of the recently completed, SEAL’ed Series. AJ’s passion is writing angst filled happily ever afters that have to be earned by her characters. Women with no backbone need not apply.  AJ uses sarcasm and an unlimited supply of song lyrics to bring her romance novels to life.

AJ lives in the angst capital of the world, Seattle Washington with her own personal knight in shining armour and her two beautiful girls.

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(Objects of Attraction #4)

by Penelope Bloom (Goodreads Author) 

4.14  ·   Rating details ·  2,065 ratings  ·  396 reviews


Normally, I was more of a cat person. As in, if I had to choose who lives, I’m going to take the cat nine times out of ten. It’s not that I particularly like cats, I just don’t particularly like most people. 

My neighbor wasn’t most people. He lived in the apartment across the hall, and he was your typical, buttoned-up, fancy shoes, smells like a Calvin Klein commercial, looks like he actually flosses kind of guy. I mean, seriously? Wasn’t flossing just made up by dentists so they could go on their little power trips once every six months? 

The point was, this guy very obviously had his life all put together. He was Mr. Perfect, and If you asked me, he needed to be brought down a few pegs to wallow with the rest of us. 

Cue his long, thick, package penetrating my tight little mailbox. 

I know. It’s absolutely sick. It was such an obvious ploy to hit on me. Forget the fact that the mail lady put it there, my neighbor and I both knew what kind of game he was playing. Oh yeah, we totally knew. It was on. It was in, if you would. 

I accidentally dropped a knife on the package a few times back in my apartment. It basically sprang open on its own, and I had no choice but to look inside. 

His dirty little secret was staring me right in the face. As it turned out, Mr. Perfect wasn’t so perfect. Who knew? 

Hint: I knew. And I was absolutely going to enjoy every second of what was coming.

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Bravo! Another excellent addition to the Objects of Attraction series. In this book we have two characters living in the same building. Lilith and Liam. These two neighbors barely tolerate each other.

Liam is a billionaire in hiding. He is hiding out from his step sister. His step sister who wants to sleep with him. And she will do anything to have him. Even ruin his life.

As the story begins, Lilith receives her neighbor Liam’s Package. This is which that sets these two on a path that nether of them expected. Friendship and even possible romance. With this new friendship and loyalty to one another, they begin operation take step sister down. But can they stop her before she tears them apart.

I love that this book continues with the original characters from previous books. So we get to see where life has taken some of our favorite characters. I love ❤️ seeing how they are doing.

Liam and Lilith’s story is a fun and highly entertaining adventure. Not to mention the chemistry between these two. Wow!! Ohh la la!!!

This book is a steady paced read full of fun snarky humor and lovable characters. The adventures are down right fun. The step sister is a twisted chick. You will see what I mean as you read the story. I mean seriously who does that.

I really am enjoying the series and can’t wait to see what is next. I can’t wait to see where are characters go from here.

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Title: Love by Pranks
Author: Sunniva Dee
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: November 28, 2018
hilarious, crazy romp of a read!!!! I was in stitches through the whole book!
—Imaginary USA Today and Wallstreet #1
Bestselling Rom-Com Author.
There were three things I, Kitty Hoskins, didn’t know when I moved into the
all-girls, non-sorority house Blossom Field Avenue #246:

1) The house opposite ours, #247, is home to the gorgeous jerks of the Iota Fraternity.

2) Lucian Spencer Anderson lives in #247 and is possibly the hottest
stripper-slash-social-science student you’ll ever meet.

3) #246 (The Blossoms) and #247 (The Dudes) have the longest standing, most
ruthless prank war in the history of rivalries. The only thing the two houses
agree on is that they live and breathe for the next battle.

Funny then that the real challenge is the one I never saw coming: an alliance
with Lucian Spencer Anderson. When a cold winter threatens the stray cats of
Deepsilver, our mutual love for animals forces us to team up. Bad, right? Well,
it gets worse: we’re going to need the cooperation of our two houses to pull
this thing off.


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tongue works languidly, seductively over mine. He hisses in a long, quiet
breath through his nose, savoring this intense make-out session as much as I
do. It’s been weeks since I last was with him, and it was driving me crazy. I
see him every day, dammit. He’s even been by my school, “accidentally” bumping
into me after a class. The guy is literally stalking me, and it’s fricking hard
to stay strong.
Now, he
presses me against the side wall of my house. You know that slow push and
release, push and release while never really letting go of your body? His is
always there, gliding over mine like we should be naked, and he’s got me on
With some
guys, you can sleep with them once and be like, “been there, done that,” right?
Well, that’s not how it is with Lucian. For me, kissing him like this, I just
burn hotter for every second, and it makes me remember how it felt to have him
inside of me, climbing, climbing, climbing until I lost control over my limbs.
afternoon at the mall, he stopped me before I could hop into Seraphina’s car
and leave.
“What’s up,
Kitty? Are you avoiding me or something?” he’d asked.
something,” I said, sending him a brief side-glance. Mostly, my disgust for him
overpowers the desire, and as long as I don’t look right at him, it’s easy.
See, disheveled locks of amber-colored hair combined with sea-foam eyes has
that effect on me. It’s a fact I knew nothing about until I moved to
because I don’t beg at the foot of your bed doesn’t mean I’m avoiding you. Most
chicks don’t, you know—or wait, are you used to a flock down there?”
He didn’t
even answer. My face flushed brightly as I got into my bestie’s car and slammed
the door behind me. Lucian just stood there and watched us take off. Wham fast-forward a day and some hours,
and here we are in my current situation, pressed against the wall in my yard.
Okay, I
admit it; this might have something to do with how I voluntarily accepted a
glass of hyper-spiked pink punch at the house. Maybe one turned into four,
can’t remember.
I might accidentally
say stupid stuff if I’m tired even if I’m not drunk, but I won’t act this
recklessly. Unfortunately, the guy’s doing something to me, to the point of
making me dream stuff at night, stuff that makes me wake up sighing, so I guess
that’s why I got drunk with the girls tonight.
Or no—it’s
just a Friday night, I’m in college, I’m only young once and so forth, and here
we are. God, he’s delicious.
“Let’s go
inside,” he hisses out against my mouth. His hands have slid inside my top. My
bra is a joke already—halfway pushed up—and he has one of my boobs in his hand.
I’m arching my back like a total sorority slut, moaning exactly like I did when
I woke up from a wet dream about him this morning. Also: this has got to stop.
“No…” I
trail off, because really, I need to taste him some more. The feel of his cock,
hard against my stomach, the head of it rubbing against my hip, makes my
stomach drop with lust. I can’t even talk anymore.
I need to
be clear, tell him I’m not doing the walk of shame into 246 with all the
Blossom Girls at home.
“Okay,” he
murmurs. Starts to push my shorts down, right here, against the wall of the
side of my house!
“What are
you doing?” I’m losing my breath completely while he pushes himself against me.
This is so freaking hot and wrong and slutty—I don’t even know what it isn’t.
He has a blond halo in the moonlight.
“What I’m
doing? I’m making love to you.”
“Here? Are
you crazy?”
His fingers
are in me, and my hips move, wanting this so damn much. I’m slippery already,
enjoying every second like I’ve got no brains left at all.
“You said
not inside the house, didn’t you?”
meant…” Right. What I’d meant was that we should sneak inside his house, not
mine. I think? “Fuck.”
“Is it
good?” He puffs against my lips.
“Shut… up.”
My fingers grab his pants, unbutton them, and he helps me get them down his
“This is
ridiculous,” I say. “Do you have a condom?”
We both
moan when he stabs inside of me seconds later, lifting me against the wall with
his body. My shorts are on the ground, and my thighs vise-grip his hips.
“You’re so
amazing. Shit, Kitty, I—”
“Oh, God!”
I instantly shake around him like I’m some sort of wind-up toy. I’m the goddamn
Energizer rabbit. Lucian pushes harder, rocks into me, chasing the aftershocks
of my orgasm out of me as he groans, coming loudly too.
This is the
wildest— I mean, what the hell was that, a five-second quickie or what? I can’t
“Hello? Is
anyone there?”
Oh, no.
That’s Tilda on the front porch.
“Dudes, you
can come out. I know you’re there. Seraphina? Ninni! There’s someone out here.
I swear to God, if you’re trying to prank us right now, we’re going to have
your heads on stakes!”
Author Bio
Sunniva Dee is a lover of great writing and wild,
passionate, angsty characters. In the beautiful city of Savannah, Georgia, she
divides her time between her “petting zoo” and writing sexy novels. Sunniva
ado-o-ores breaking stereotypes and describing the flipside of bad-boy alphas
or good boys with a savage streak. 
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See You Soon, Afton
Brent Jones
(The Afton Morrison Series #2)
Publication date: August 7th 2018
Genres: Adult, Thriller

Somebody is watching. Somebody isalways watching.

A teenage girl in Wakefield has been abducted, and tracking her down not only tests Afton’s moral limits, but threatens her freedom and her life.

Suspected of murder by local police, and under the watch of a menacing figure in the shadows, Afton’s search and rescue effort unravels dark secrets from her own past. Familial secrets her mother took to the grave, more than a decade ago.

See You Soon, Afton is the second of four parts in a new serial thriller by author Brent Jones. Packed with grit and action,The Afton Morrison Series delves into a world of moral ambiguity, delivering audiences an unlikely heroine in the form of a disturbed vigilante murderess.

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Sleep was elusive, if not impossible, in an apartment upended and torn to shreds. My refuge no longer, but a foreign wasteland of fucking chaos. Rest had to wait, in favor of order and cleanliness. Sweeping up what remained of broken dishes. Returning books to shelves. Disposing of sopping electronics, ruined in the tub. Straightening furniture tossed askew. Returning area rugs, bedding, and garments, to their rightful homes. Dusting, mopping, scrubbing, until my hands were sore, my back ached, and my fingers turned red and raw. Whispering countless cries of apology to Twinkie, who, no doubt, had felt violated by the upset to his extended environment, beyond the four glass walls he called home.

And then, just as the night was shattered by the first traces of dawn, I crawled into bed, praying to a God I didn’t believe in for meaningful slumber. And yet I tossed and turned, my mind addled with an inescapable truth, that I was at the mercy of a man I couldn’t pick from a lineup, with a name I couldn’t verify. And that, having been foiled in my attempt to locate him, I’d been responsible for another night Kim would spend away from home. She was sick, I imagined. Hungry, cold, and uncomfortable. Filthy, bruised, and terrified that each moment might be her last. And that was the least of her tribulations, knowing the proclivities of her captor. All-out brutalization was probable by this point, leaving her bleeding and violated. Dead, even.

I took a certain undeniable pleasure in death and gore, but not when it came to Kim. She didn’t deserve it. I craved violence, so long as I could detach myself from the recipient. When it happened to them, or they, or someone else. People who, when alive, had caused others to suffer, or whom, at the very least, I hadn’t come to hold in a high regard. I considered that internal conflict with disdain, that degree of hypocrisy, while staring up at the ceiling.

The key to my survival, I had always known, was to choose targets with care, and to take every available precaution to avoid detection. To be meticulous. If I were to approach a murder without cold calculation, I’d be as vulnerable as those we see on the evening news, prone to the errors associated with erratic human behavior, most often motivated by passion or opportunity.

The problem with crimes of passion and opportunity is that they’re predictable and boring. Yes, boring. A trait that, until his menacing phone call, I’d never associated with myself. And behaving in a fashion both predictable and boring results in mistakes being made. Perhaps that’s just what Ray wanted. Not to harm me in a direct sense, but much like Animus, to bait me into recklessness. To overwhelm my better judgment with temptation and impulsiveness.

Close to ninety years ago, there’d been a convict by the name of Kürten, who was about to be beheaded by guillotine. Legend has it, right before meeting his demise, he’d asked an important question. He wondered if, even for a second, he might be able to hear the sound of blood spurting from his own neck once his head was removed. He claimed that it would be the pleasure to end all pleasures.

It was a sentiment I could appreciate at that moment. Self-preservation was a powerful force, but nowhere near as commanding as the thirst for blood and violence. Two impulses, forever in competition, at least for those of us with the desire to kill. And, feeling helpless in my futile pursuit of both Kim and Ray, that competition had me hurtling downward toward despair and madness. I was sweating through the sheets, twitching for no obvious reason, tweaking like a junkie desperate for her next fix. I was alternating between fevers and chills, scratching at my scalp until it burned, ripping the sheets off the bed, wishing that it had been me who’d twisted those shards of glass into Kenneth’s throat.

I was, after all, a self-proclaimed vigilante murderess, even if without deeds to match her intent. I suppose, if I were to be sentenced to death one day for the heinous slaughter of Kenneth Pritchard, I’d be wishing for the very same thing as Kürten in my last moments. The pleasure of being able to see it all come to an end.

It was with that image—me, with my head secured in a guillotine, taking my last breath—that my mind faded to restless sleep …

Author Bio:

From bad checks to bathroom graffiti, Brent Jones has always been drawn to writing. He won a national creative writing competition at the age of fourteen, although he can’t recall what the story was about. Seventeen years later, he gave up his career to pursue creative writing full-time.

Jones writes from his home in Fort Erie, Canada. He’s happily married, a bearded cyclist, a mediocre guitarist, and the proud owner of two dogs with a God complex.

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Title: Until Cobi

Series: Until Him #3

Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: Sara Eirew

Photo: Wander Aguiar

Model: Nathan Van Dyken

Release Date: November 27, 2018


Cobi Mayson knows exactly who Hadley is to him the moment he
sees her for the very first time. That doesn’t mean it will be easy for him to
convince her to take a chance on him.
Hadley Emerson knows she could fall hard and fast for a guy like Cobi. A man
who seems to show up every time she needs him, but she knows better than to
just hand over her heart.Knowing his future with Hadley is on the line, Cobi begins to tie their lives
together. As the invisible rope that connects them tightens and things between
them heat up, an unknown threat emerges threatening to take away their happily
ever after and send them both into darkness.


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Aurora Rose
Reynolds is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling
author whose wildly popular series include Until, Until Him, Until Her,
Underground Kings and Shooting Stars.
Her writing
career started in an attempt to get the outrageously alpha men who resided in
her head to leave her alone and has blossomed into an opportunity to share her
stories with readers all over the world.
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