Sweet Beginnings (Forever Sweet #1) by Magan Vernon

Sweet Beginnings - Magan Vernon
Released: Dec.30 , 2015
Series: Forever Sweet #1
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Erotic, Suspense
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Brick left the stripper pole and bright lights of Vegas ready to turn his life around. Chicago and culinary school seemed just the thing to getting his life back on track.
Determined to chase his dreams, he can't let himself fall back into his old ways.
But the allure of a sweet rendezvous with Paige is too much to resist.
The last thing he expected was for their hot night to end with them both in the police station. Or to end up in witness protection.
Together .

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I’m not sure if I’ve mention this before or not, but Magan Vernon’s writing is one of the main reasons I have a love/hate relationship with serial novels. When I learned of her latest project, Sweet Beginnings, I knew I wanted to read it and that I would enjoy every minute.

Brick House, yeah that’s his birth given name decided he wanted to give up the life of stripping for his newest endeavor with culinary school. As life is always unpredictable as it is recent events has his world taking a slightly different turn, heading towards witness protection.Who would have guess a stolen moment for a quick hook up with a girl he doesn’t want to have feelings for could go so wrong. Now he and Paige Yavru are in a new town, with new identities.

It's still a tad early to give a true opinion on how I feel about the characters, they’re both very likeable with that being said I can also see they both have layers that have yet to be peeled. Brick appears to have this easy going, protective, playboy that wants a change thing going and its honestly working in his favor. Paige has this entitled, daddy’s girl, I’m too good for you thing going, but its coming off as a making her seem like a b***h.

The suspense of how their story is going to unfold is making me crazy. From my understanding each novella will be release within a week of each other and there is 6 parts to the Forever Sweet series. I’m convinced I’ll lose my mind before it's all over with, but I’ll also enjoy the process. Sweet Beginnings is told solely from Brick’s POV, which a small glimpse into his life before the chaos begins. The writing is fast paced, suspenseful, and sexy.Even tho I know I will be met with a cliffhanger each time I will definitely wait impatiently as this story unfolds.

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Getting Lucky by Mia Storm
Released: Dec. 17,2015
Series: Jail Bait #4
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary,Romance

“Getting Lucky”
a song by Tro Gunnison

Wouldn’t care if I could. I’m up to no good.
Taking what I want instead of what I should.
I’m made of pure greed. There’s shit that I need.
The mask is off and the demon’s freed.
I’m gonna get drunk.
I’m gonna get played.
I’m gonna get rich.
I’m gonna get laid.
And I’m gonna get Lucky.

Raised in the system, Shiloh Luck’s first sixteen years have been anything but lucky. After winning The Voice, she’s finally living the dream—a record contract, talk shows, a North American tour opening for the hottest band out there. Everything is going according to plan...until their frontman, Tro Gunnison, explodes her life into chaos. He’s shallow, self-centered, and completely infuriating, and he’ll do anything for notoriety. Including her. Like it or not, she’s stuck with him for three months on the road, but the longer they spend together, the more she begins to realize there’s more to Tro than anyone has ever dug deep enough to find. If his attention is anything other than just another publicity gimmick, she might let herself see where it leads. But before she can risk everything, she has to be sure.

If there’s one thing that Tro Gunnison has learned in the six years since he left his past in the dust, it’s that living life big, bold, and totally outrageous keeps people from seeing past the glare. He’s buried his demons beneath six feet of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, and he’s convinced no one will ever dig them up…until Lucky. She’s young, but not naive, and without even trying, she sees past the facade to the man underneath…which scares the hell out of him. Because what started out as smoke and mirrors has somehow turned real, and for the first time in his life, there’s someone he cares about more than himself. But it turns out getting Lucky could be a double-edged sword.

He’s always been sure it would be his past that would bring him down, but it might turn out to be Jail Bait instead.

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Mia Storm’s fourth installment, Getting Lucky is a breathtaking addition to the Jail Bait series. While each part can be read as a standalone, I would recommend reading each one because the previous title introduces the next charter. With that being said I wonder which direction Ms. Storm will following next.

Getting Lucky follows Shiloh Luck, whom was made known in Getting Hot. She’s the best friend of Lilah and a upcoming star after her major win on the Voice . Shiloh had a difficult life she's a ward of the state after being abandoned by her parents. Music has been her escape and freedom.Her newfound fame has also gained her a great deal of attention, one of her many admirers is non other than Roadkill’s frontman Tro Gunnison.

Tro is a bad boy, reckless, and a has an appeal like no other. It doesn’t take long to realize there’s more to him than what’s seen in the rare interviews that he’s done. Normally Tro has zero problem getting women to fall all over him without any effort, but it's something about Shiloh that knocks him off his game.

It was quite refreshing that Mia took a different approach with Getting Lucky which the angst and tension was defianitely there is was more of a slow build up without the steamy release. While the Jail Bait series is about forbidden love due to age difference, this may not be for everyone. At times I forget Shiloh was underage, I’m not sure if it was due to her maturity and the fact she’s been on her on for a large portion of her life. Even with street smarts and confident did not exempt her from being insecure at times causing her to question who can she trust.

Secretly not so secretly I’m hoping these two get another story even a novella only because the ending seemed a tad rushed. There was all this drama that kinda clean itself up with zero effort and life went on. With that being said I still even the writing and the journey. As always I’ll be on the lookout for more that Mia has to offer.

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About the Mia Storm:
Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens, she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. She lives in California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite. Connect with her online at MiaStormAuthor.blogspot.com , on Twitter at @MiaStormAuthor, and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/MiaStormAuthor

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Book Review:Monster Prick - Kendall Ryan

Monster Prick - Kendall Ryan
Released :Nov. 17, 2015
Genre: NA, Contemporary, RomCom, Erotica,

Over my dead body.

That's what I told Gracie when she informed me of her plan to pick some random guy she met online to get rid of her pesky virginity.

If anyone is touching her, it's going to be me.

I shouldn't even be considering it, but I can't get it out of my head: her, under me, begging me.

Arrogant. Cocky. Prick.

Those are the words I’d use to describe my older brother’s dangerously handsome best friend.

When he learned of my plan to kick off my white cotton briefs, ditching my good girl persona once and for all by losing my virginity to the first eligible bachelor I could find, he flipped out. Said over his dead body.

He says if anyone’s going to do it, it’s going to be him.

I hate that I’m even considering his offer.

But I am … I sooo am.

Ever since he suggested it, all I can think about is his cocky smile on those full lips as he’s driving in to me.

But if we cross that line … will I ever be able to go back?

MONSTER PRICK, a sexy romantic comedy, is a spin off novella from SCREWED, but can be read as a standalone, as it features a new couple..‬

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Ever finishing read the last page and think can I have more. Well that's exactly how I'm feeling after my tryst with Monster Prick. I should mention that Kendall Ryan has officially been on the top of my one click author list for some time everything of hers puts me in a feel good mood.

Without question Monster Prick is that smart, sexy, fun, and basically one of those stories that will keep you smiling like an idiot. This one here is a spin off novella of the Screwed series and can be read as a standalone, but why would you not read more. Full disclosure if you're looking for drama I'll be honest and inform you that you will not find that here, not to say there won't be bumps in the road things are just handled like adults.

Gracie has been in love with Hudson for as long as she could remember, he's her brother's best friend and business partner. He’s always been nice to her and treated her with care, but he just doesn’t look at her the way she wanted or so she thought. Now that she’s entering the adult world, Gracie is ready to leave one pesky something from her past behind her... her virginity. After setting up an online dating account she looking for potential candidates.

After learning about Gracie's impulsive plan Hudson decides to assist her with her goal. One has to ask does this learning opportunity have potential to become something more or will it end with disaster? Going in Hudson knows very well what he would be risking not only when it comes to his relationship with Gracie, but also with her brother and his best friend.

The chemistry between these two is amazing, I'm sure it has much to do with the fact these two have had a special connection long before she became a women. Honestly hoping Gracie and Hudson will get another story because not only are they the cutest couple ever the ending felt a tad rush. Overall I enjoyed getting to know Gracie and Hudson and can’t wait to get my hands on more of Kendall’s work.

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“What if I could help you?”

I have no idea what the hell I was thinking. The words just leaped out of my mouth. Listening to Gracie talk about kicking off her granny panties and popping her cherry with some random Internet dick...I guess it drove me temporarily insane.

But there's no taking back the idea now. Gracie sucks in her breath, blinking wide-eyed. “What do you mean?” she asks.

What do I mean? Here I am, sitting next to the world's most beautiful girl—drowning in her eyes, her scent, the gentle puff of her breath on my mouth that begs me to close the distance. I know what I want, but I also know what will happen if I take it. My best friend will rip off my balls and feed them to me. And I'll probably deserve every second.

But sweet Jesus, I'm pretty sure Gracie wants this, too, and that's enough to blow my better judgment to pieces. All I care about right now is making her feel better. In as many ways as possible. And if her slightly quickened breathing, blown pupils, and flushed cheeks are anything to go by...

As an experiment, I dart out the tip of my tongue to wet my lips. Her darkened eyes drop like a magnet yanked them. Yeah, bingo. Having a little black book as thick as the dictionary has its advantages. I know damn well how to tell when a woman wants me.

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Published: 12-16-15
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Life in Rook & Ronin’s world has been bliss for fifteen years. Rook, Veronica, and Ashleigh are still BFF’s raising their kids together. Ronin, Spencer, and Ford have managed to go legit and stay out of trouble. And they have a pack of kids running around the eight thousand square foot Vail mansion they all share for the holidays—begging for gifts, and fun, and love.

But every HEA has problems.

Five is fifteen and getting ready to go off to college. He’s put it off as long as he could in order to stay close to Princess Shrike, but his stay of execution is over and in three weeks he’s off to Oxford. But Five can’t leave until he gets the only thing he’s ever wanted. The heart of his Princess.

Ford and Ashleigh never had any more children after Five. And now that Kate is sixteen, Ashleigh is out of her head with desire for just one more chance to have a baby in the house.

Rook and Ronin have two beautiful daughters, but Sparrow is growing up too. And she just got a job offer that has Ronin crazed with paternal worry.

And Spencer is the father of a fifteen-year-old princess who looks way too much like her Bombshell mother for his comfort level.

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I ease out of the room quietly and take the baby downstairs. The house is big and the kitchen is far, but I can hear the bustle of kids and dogs before I even make it downstairs. When I walk in, it’s a madhouse.
I love this fucking madhouse. My girls are all laughing and talking a mile a minute. Belle is stuffing her face with pancakes, Jasmine and Ariel are clinking their OJ glasses together like they are having a secret toast, and Rory is…
I squint my eyes at Rory. She’s talking to Five, but that’s not what makes me squint my eyes. She’s wearing a Shrike Trikes t-shirt and sweat pants, but it’s the way… it’s the shape of her…
“Daddy,” Rory squeals, getting up from her stool at the breakfast bar and coming towards me. “Five wants to know—”
“Absolutely not.”
She stops short. “What?” Her smile falters.
Cindy smacks her little fist into my eyeball, and I have to take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, what were you going to ask?” I eye Five suspiciously. I know he’s always liked her, but he’s so weird. Like Ford, just weird. Always wearing those suits. Always on that computer. And he’s been in and out of different college programs since he was ten or eleven. He’s gone a lot and that’s the way I like it.
But today he looks… different. Different in the same way that Rory looks different in her innocent nightclothes. He almost looks normal in his flannel pajama pants and Shrike t-shirt. Add in the fact that his normally perfectly coiffed hair is messed up a little like he just rolled out of bed, and I get flushed with anger.
In fact, Rory’s long blonde hair is all messed up too. Flowing over her shoulders like an unruly waterfall. And Five is looking at her the way I look at the Bomb.
“But Daddy,” Rory pleads. “I need to go shopping.”
“Shopping?” I ask, ratcheting down my suspicions and getting a hold of my paranoia as the seconds tick off.
“Yeah, we don’t want to ski today. We want to go shopping in the Village.”
Shopping. I mull it over in my head. Lots of people there. Crowds of people, actually. Not private, in other words. “Maybe,” I say. “But I’m pretty sure Ford is counting on you to help him, Five.”
“Mr. Shrike,” Five starts. “I’ve already cleared it with my father. Kate’s helping him today. Right, Kate?” He looks over at his sister and there’s… there’s some kind of secret look going on between the two of them.
“Yup,” Kate says. She is as normal as Five is strange. And she’s been Ford’s little sidekick since day one. But she’s smarter than people give her credit for. I think she secretly likes it that way. Like being underestimated is the best gift she ever got out of being Ford’s adopted daughter. “Ford and I are skiing a double black once the kids are finished.”
“Well,” I say, eyeing my brood. Rory needs a chaperone. Belle, Jas and Ariel won’t go shopping. They love Ford too much to skip out on a whole day with him on the slopes. And there’s no chance in hell that Rook and Ronin will have time to shop today. Sparrow has ballet rehearsal before The Nutcracker tonight. “Oliver,” I say, smiling. “Ollie, my boy. You don’t want to ski today, do you? You hate skiing.” He does too, he can’t ski worth a shit. “Will you go with Rory and finds something extra-special pretty for Mommy today? She’s tired and needs a pick-me-up present before Santa comes.”
“Yay!” Oliver says. “Yes, yes, yes! I want to go shopping with Five. He’s the best, Daddy.”
I roll my eyes. “OK, good. You can go, Princess, but…” I look at Five. “But…”
“But what, Daddy?” Rory asks.
But what am I going to say to Five? You touch my girl, I’ll break your fingers? I’ll grab that shotgun I’m hiding under my bed and—“Just be home in time for dinner. Your mom is making something special tonight.”

JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.

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Dear Professor by Blaire Drake Release Day


dearprof3.5Dear Professor,
Does it bother you that you’re ten years older than me?
Have you ever thought it’s wrong that you watched me fuck another guy on camera for months?
What do you want from me, really? All I wanted was my letter of recommendation, but now I’m stuck, aren’t I? Stuck under your thumb… And your body.
From cam girl to personal whore, and all by the age of twenty-one. You’ve got me good, haven’t you?
But guess what? I can play too. Grab the polish, because I’ve found your skeleton, and it's time to dust.
I’ll see you in class.
Oh and, Sir? I’m not wearing any panties.

Love, Darcy

P.s. you’re an asshole.

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His electric blue eyes focused on me, and in the bright hue of his gaze, the rest of his office seemed to melt away. I had no idea how he kept doing that to me—it was almost as if he were casting a spell over me, hypnotizing me with nothing more than a glance.

dpteaser3My heart thumped loudly in my chest at the lust I saw burning back at me. That hard-edged, animalistic lust that secretly drove me wild. I’d never tell him that. I was certain of it. I’d never give him that much power over me.

He already had enough.

“What’s wrong, sir?” I asked as I coyly twirled a piece of my hair around my finger.

“You’re starting to piss me off, Darcy,” he shot at me. The rough edge to his voice rumbled through the air between us until it hit me full-force. His words crawled over my skin, and each one carried the whispered promise. Or maybe it was a threat; I couldn’t tell.

“How can I piss you off? I haven’t done anything.” It was a petulant response, I knew that, but I didn’t care.

He pushed up out of his chair and stalked around his desk. I inhaled sharply, but he swept right past me and toward his door. Just when I thought he might pull it open and send me on my way, he turned the lock.

The click echoed through the air, and it did nothing for the butterflies that were rapidly fluttering in my stomach.

I hated him. It was getting clearer and clearer to me every day. I despised Professor Jordan Keaton, but I also craved him as badly as I needed my next breath.

He didn’t look at me as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the hook on the door. He still didn’t look at me as he unbuttoned the sleeves of his crisp, white shirt and rolled them up to above his elbows. His upper arms seemed to strain against the fabric, his toned biceps becoming delightfully visible.

“Now, let’s try this again,” he said, his voice deathly low. It scared me and thrilled me all at the same time. “Have a little think, Darcy. Imagine why I might possibly be pissed off with you.”

I dropped the lock of hair I was twirling and looked at his pants. The bulge gave his attraction to me away. “I’m standing in front of you as opposed to being on my knees with your cock in my mouth?”

He jerked his head around, piercing me with those eyes. “Keep running your mouth, sweet thing. I dare you.”

“Or what? Really, what are you going to do to me in your office, Professor? Give me lines? Make me write an essay on why young ladies should be seen and not heard?”

His jaw ticked, his lips tightening, and he moved toward me so quickly I took a step backward. It was useless, though, like I knew it would be. The grip he had on my wrist was so certain, the tug toward him so strong, that I couldn’t fight him.

My body slammed into his, and no sooner had the air rushed from my body than he pulled the skirt of my dress up. Cold air flitted across my bare backside, but it was replaced almost instantly with one sharp smack.

My pussy clenched, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself whimpering. In pain or pleasure—I had no clue.

“That,” he growled into my ear. “That is what I’ll do if you keep sassing me, Miss Hamilton.”

I wondered if he knew how strongly I was considering continuing to sass him just for that purpose. I would do that later—I needed to know what had got him so riled. “Understood,” I said in a softer tone. “What did I do?”

He let go of my dress and slid his hand up my back. His breath was hot against my skin as he sunk his fingers into my hair and turned me around so my back was to him. “Last night,” he replied, his lips close to my ear. “Your little show.”

“That’s my job.”

He tugged on my hair. “Did you ask me?”

“You’re not my boss, Jordan. Neither are you my fucking keeper.”

His grip grew tighter, so much so that my head tilted back. “Darcy. Did. You. Fucking. Ask. Me?”

“No,” I ground out, my jaw clamped tightly.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you really fucking think I wouldn’t know that you were spending your night in front of your camera, with your finger rubbing that little clit of yours?” Roughly, he pushed his hand beneath my dress and teased his fingertips along the line of my panties. “Did you think you’d be able to walk into my classroom today and I wouldn’t know that at least one or two of those students hadn’t watched you as you fucked your own fingers?”

“No,” I breathed out, my lips parting as his hand dipped beneath my panties. The tip of one of his fingers ghosted across my clit, and it sent a bolt of pleasure through me.

“I didn’t hear you,” he rasped in my ear, flicking his finger across my clit.

“No,” I repeat, this time more forcefully. “I knew you would. And I didn’t give a shit.” I gasped as he pushed down hard on the sensitive spot.

“We made a deal,” he reminded me, his tone tight with anger… And thick with desire.

“And you won’t let me forget it.”

“Damn straight I won’t.” He pulled his hand from between my legs but kept me in place with his grip on my hair. “Now are you going to renege on it again or are you going to behave yourself?”

“From the man who just had his fingers on a student’s clit?”

“You’re pushing me, Darcy.”

I reached behind me, between us, and cupped his long, hard cock with my hand. The zipper of his pants pushed into my palm, and I traced my thumb down the side of his erection. “I’m not the only thing pushing, am I?”

“Fuck.” He hissed the word out, and the next thing I knew, my dress was being lifted up, and he let go of my hair.

My hands slammed against his desk as he bent me forward and moved my panties to the side. He’d barely touched me, but I could feel my pussy throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.

I knew this would be a cold, hard fuck, designed to remind me who I belonged to. Who, for all intents and purposes, owned my body.

It would be a reminder and a punishment, all because I dared to take control of myself for one night and defy him.

Jordan’s movements were as smooth as always, and he spread one of my ass cheeks with a strong hand. His fingertips dug in almost painfully, but I didn’t care, because I sighed in relief as he pushed his hard, thick cock inside me.

“Now, this is how this is gonna work,” he rasped into my ear as he grasped my hair and tugged. “Since you’ve forgotten, Darcy, you need a reminder, don’t you?”

I didn’t dare answer. The question was rhetorical. Besides, I was already practically panting from his swift invasion of my body.

“Now, I’m gonna fuck you.”

I swallowed and glanced at the shadows of people walking past his office door, a tiny lock and frosted glass providing us limited privacy. I’d known it was coming, sure, but now we were here, silent, and I could hear the people outside…

I couldn’t deny the excitement that swept through my body at the thought we could be interrupted any second. That someone could walk right up to this door and probably see the vague silhouette of him fucking me from behind.

I felt dirty, but I liked it.

“And you got it, Darcy.” He pulled out and slammed right back into me, making me bite down on my lower lip. “I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re not gonna make a sound. Understand?”

I didn’t answer for fear that I’d whimper instead of respond yes. I just nodded and sucked my lower lip into my mouth.

“Good girl.” The words were but a whisper, but they were two I was becoming rapidly acquainted with.

And worse? I liked it when he said it.

He was reminding me of more than he knew… Like what it meant to fuck because lust was just too strong.

He pulled out of me slowly. With the head of his cock resting at the opening to my pussy, he gripped my ass tightly. “Who do you belong to, Darcy?”

I didn’t answer.

The sting didn’t surprise me when it came.

“Answer the question.”

“You,” I whispered.

He gently caressed the spot he just slapped. “And who owns your body, Darcy?” I arched my back as his cock entered me fully. “Who does this tight, wet pussy belong to? Who decides who and what gets to be inside it?”

It… Like it’s a tool… Just a toy for his amusement. Just like I am.

“You.” There was no other option.

“That’s right. You and your wet pussy are mine. I own you, sweet thing. Every single fucking inch of your gorgeous body is mine.”

His words… The possessiveness sent thrills through me as he moved inside me. I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t deny how fucking turned on they made me, and I hated myself for it. I hated how he commanded my body, and I hated that I let him.

“Now.” He stilled, his hand still resting on my ass, and slowly let go of my hair. The raven curls tumbled over my shoulder and onto the desk, and I felt the loss of him before it happened.

He eased out of me, and ever the gentleman, slipped my panties back over me. Great. Now I’d be walking around all day wanting to screw anyone reasonably good looking.

I pushed myself to standing as soon as I heard him take a step to the side. I looked at him just in time to see him zipping his pants back up and tucking his shirt in. His tie hung a little lopsided, and I raised my eyes from his neck.

Our gazes collided with heart-thumping ferocity. The slow, sexy curve of his lips to one side did nothing to calm the quick two-step beat my heart had just taken up, but I didn’t dare to look away. Even if I did, I don’t think I could have. His eyes were the net, and I was nothing but a tiny fish, tangled up in him.

teaser3“Seven o’clock tonight. I’ll be waiting.”

“What for?” I questioned as he walked toward the door without moving his eyes from mine.

He unlocked the door, and the smirk he shot me was dirty. I sighed and grabbed my purse from the chair, then walked toward him. I reached for the handle at the same time he grabbed my chin.

His mouth touched mine, searing onto my lips with its fierceness.

Another reminder.

He pulled away as briskly as he kissed me, but that still didn’t stop me from touching my thumb to my lower lip.

“Remember,” he murmured, opening the door. “Seven. Don’t be late.”

About the Author
Blaire Drake is a pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling author who wanted to think outside her box and write the kind of things that would shock even them. She loves taboo romance and pushing boundaries in her work. She also enjoys long walks on the beach at sunset, as long as it’ll be followed by a good, old-fashioned spanking right after.

DEAR PROFESSOR is her debut standalone novel, and her next book, PRETTY PORNSTAR, is also a standalone novel that promises to be equally as taboo and sexy.

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Guess who's back...me

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So I’ve wanting to get back to writing for some time and I’m not exactly sure what’s been stopping me other than myself. I had this thought I had to write so many paragraphs to make a post then it dawned on me this in my personal place and I can do whatever I want to do, it not like anyone is currently reading any of this.

Back to the matter at hand I have been working out for a solid 2 and a half months and I’m enjoying it. Full disclaimer I have missed a day or 2 but I’ve count them as rest days and got back to it. While I don’t believe I’ve lost any real weight my clothes are fitting more loosely and it feels amazing that I’ve kept this thing going. So this moment right here is a major non scale victory.

Workouts I’ve completed thus far

What I did was combined the 2 programs to get a better variety and it was fun and doable. I set my alarm for 5 and it was painful in the beginning but now it's a habit that I want to keep up with. My journey is still a non scale goal, but more so gain everything else confidence, endurance, strength mental health, and accountability. Not to say I won’t keep up with my measurement and weight because I want to be able to track my progress, but the physical will just be an added bonus.

My current workouts for December
  • Jenny Ford’s 30 Day Fitness Challenge for Steppers - this workout here is the business when it's a cardio day I sweat like never before and weight days I feel it the next day. I honestly believe I will repeat this once I’m done. I have had to switch out step videos because the moves are too advanced for my skill set.

  • Fitness Blender’s 4 week Low Impact - let me say low impact does not mean easy this always has a mixed of cardio and weight. The mix of workouts are about 30 minutes and it keeps me motivated and a productive start for my day.

My eating hasn’t exactly changed which is probably why I haven’t seen major changes. I have decreased the amount of fast food I eat and started adding homemade green smoothies to my life. Not only is it an easy way to get fruits and veggies, but my kids like them too. It's a win for everyone.

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BlogTour: Brooke Harris - Scrubs Part 1

Scrubs - Brooke Harris 
Publication date: Dec. 4th 2015
Series: Part 1
Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
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I like fast cars, beautiful women and great sex.
I hate drugs. I can’t stand the idiots who take them and I loathe the bastards who supply them. Drugs cost me my whole world.
I wear many faces; right now I’m Doctor Lucas Callaghan and I’ll be him until I get my revenge.
My real name will be the last words to ever pass their lips.

I hate my name, Aoife Brennan, as soon as people hear it they treat me differently because of my father.
Medical school isn’t my dream, it’s his. But, it’s the least I owe him after everything I’ve done. I’m trying to be a good girl, but even good girls make mistakes.

He’s lying about who he is, she’s kidding herself about who she can be. They’re polar opposites with one very big secret in common.‬

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I can honestly say Scrubs is off to a good start,I’m mildly entertained and will continue to read the series. While cliffhangers normally put me in that gimme gimme mold this one not so much maybe because I was hoping for a jaw dropping and clutch my pearls moments. Again I was very much entertained while reading this rather quick series. It did have one of my favorite forbidden pleasures : teacher -student relationship, granted its off to a rocky start, but whatever.

Sean/Lucas loses his fiancee while he was in med school, of course he blames himself and his life is thrown off course. His new profession is very much of course from being a doctor and now he’s undercover at his old school, but I don’t know why. He’s also looking into the man that basically runs the town and again I don’t know why. These are a few things I have to know and Brooke’s writing was intriguing enough to keep me hooked for the answers. While on this assignment a young woman catches his attention is a way he never expected.

It doesn’t take long for him to learn while posing as a professor she a student. Aoife, sadly is wasting her time trying to become a doctor when her heart is full of art. Struggling with trying to please her father, who happens to be a very prominent doctor, she finds herself having to chose between loyalty and love. Thankfully Aoife doesn’t have one of those entitled attitudes which makes her so enjoyable. She actually wants to help people and she’s seems quite geniue in her approach.

Scrubs is told with a dual POV. Brooke’s writing is fast pace intriguing, but at the same time you feel like you weren’t given enough to leave you with a hanger. I so happen to crave that feeling. Fingers crossed when the second installment is released not only will some questions be answered, but I’m left with a hangover. I’m still not sure how I feel about the ending while it was a cliffhanger it felt more so like the end of a scene. Yes I have a ton why and who questions that I would love to know. Thank you Brooke for introducing me to your work and currently I’m patiently waiting for this story to unravel and the pieces to fall in order.

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USA Today bestselling author Brooke Harris is a self diagnosed romance addict. Realising at the age of seven that being a real person and not a cartoon character may prove a hindrance when applying for a role as a Disney Princess, she decided to create her own stories. As a grown up Brooke tried swapping the heels and tiaras in her stories for sex and revenge and published her first book, Rules of Harte in 2014. The Harte Series went on to become a #1 international bestseller.

Brooke lives in Kildare, Ireland with her young family. She daydreams about a climate where it doesn’t rain every day, but secretly she loves the green fields and heritage of Ireland.

Brooke also writes Psych-thriller under the pseudonym Janelle Harris.

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