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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Dirty Deeds by HelenKay Dimon: My review.

Dirty Deeds (Dirty, #1)Dirty Deeds by HelenKay Dimon
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

2.5 rounded up to 3, to be more exact.

Two men connected to the CIA somehow-even if one of them is a tech geek and the other one a billionaire "agribusiness" man- join forces (against their will) to solve a case but having both their own hidden agenda and a heavy attraction for each other.

This was my first time reading Helenkay Dimon so I didn't know one of our MC (Alec Drummond) had an appearance in another series by this same author (Tough Love) but that's something that didn't affect my reading at all, so you can say this spinoff can be read perfectly as a standalone, even if the character doing the "intro" is Seth Lang, MC of book 3 in the Tough Love Series and head of the CIA's Special Activity Division.

The plot is original (I haven't read about food espionage in my life) and well driven, even if it was a bit confusing to me at first with all that seeds and the Svalbard thing... but knowledge doesn't hurt, so I'm ok learning new things and now I know that the Svalbard global Seeds Vault exists and what for.

What didn't work for me?

It was a bit weird all the pantomime of Alec "inviting" Gaige to his house (his loft, without walls) to "control" him... I don't know, to me it seemed a bit out of my place.
Also, the "I want you now and desperately" thing came to scene way too fast to my tastes and for that reason it sounded forced. In one day they were consumed for each other.
But it is also true that Gaige and Alec are hot together.

I think my lack of enthusiasm is totally my fault. I blame this summer heat, my previous book and the fact that I posponed this read too much. Because the book is good, it's not a bad story and it is well written so I guess other readers are gonna enjoy it much more than I did. Even so, I read it in less than two days and to this busy girl that's saying a lot.


**This book was generously provided to me by the publisher, via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review**


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Wednesday, July 26, 2017

"Notice me yet?" by Anyta Sunday. Vir´s Review

This book was a total hit to me. It has been published as a stansalone novella, but it is also a part of "Briefs" a collection of shorts by Anyta Sunday. If you like sweet, funny and cute, you should try Anyta´s stories. I want to read all the novellas in Briefs so I will review all of them in a near future (I hope)

Highly recommend!



Noticed Me Yet?Noticed Me Yet? by Anyta Sunday
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

4.5 stars, rounded up to 5.

Cute, sweet, original and beautiful.

I loved it. I wanted more. I always want more with Anyta's stories. She has a gift, she really knows how to write this kind of characters. Lovely, sexy, young and funny guys.

This short tells how Jacob (healing after a breakup) and Mr. X (anonymous and playful admirer) start a friendship and a love story through notes shared in a noticeboard at university.

"In the end love is like faith, you might not undestand it fully, but if it´s to be true you have to believe in it"

This is a really sweet story, and at the same time funny and intriguing. The plot will make you smile and sigh and the writing is gorgeous as usual.



This is a highly recommended read and it's perfect to read between darker books, when you are looking for something sweet. "Notice me yet?" Will bring to you peace and happiness. Really, you will read it smiling all the way.

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Tuesday, July 4, 2017

BLITZ DAY AND GIVEAWAY!!!! FORCE OF NATURE BY J.K HOGAN




Title:  Force of Nature
Series: Coming About, #4
Author: J.K. Hogan
Publisher:  Euphoria Press (self)
Release Date: 7/4/17
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 80,000 words
Genre: Romance, contemporary, adventure

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Everyone knows that bonds formed under extreme circumstances never last. Harbor Patrol officer Neal Hesse has had his life turned upside down by a sudden break-up with his partner of ten years. After sleeping his way through Seattle failed to take his mind off his broken heart, he decides to take a leave of absence from work to find himself again. He hires a professional wilderness guide to take him up into the mountains, so he can get away from everything and live off the grid for a few days. Travis “Rock” McCreary, ex-Army Ranger turned survivalist, hates doing guided excursions, but it’s his primary source of income while he’s working towards getting his own survival show. Working in such a testosterone-fueled profession has forced him so deep into the closet, he feels like he might never see the light of day again, which makes it even harder to put on a friendly face for his happy, normal clients. When Rock is hired by clumsy city-boy Neal to take him up into the North Cascades for a survival adventure, his patience and his resolve are tested at every turn. He has to teach Neal to survive in the wilderness while fighting an attraction he can’t allow himself to act on. When their trip doesn’t go as planned, Neal’s getaway turns into a true survival situation, and he and Rock are forced to rely on each other to stay alive. If they make it out of the wilderness, can their newfound connection survive in the real world?

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Neal didn’t see how this was supposed to help take his mind off his ex because, as they trudged up the trail mostly in silence, he had nothing but time to think. Time to think about how he’d fallen for and spent years with a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He thought he’d been settled, that Tony was The One, that they had been on their way to growing old together. How wrong he’d been. When the party reached an overlook at the highest point on the trail, they stopped for a panoramic view of the waterfall. Even Neal had to admit, with the sun streaming into the gorge and casting rainbows from the mist, it was a beautiful sight. It was still hard to drag himself out of his head, though. He knew his friends meant well, and they were right, of course. He needed to get up, get out, get back on the proverbial horse of life. But he didn’t wanna. He wanted to be at home on the couch moping, damn it. He wished for that even harder when he saw the so-called trail that descended from the overlook to the foot of the falls where hikers could walk around or swim on warm-enough days. This trail was also steps, but natural ones of smooth, flat rock. It was narrow. Very narrow, and the lower part had a thin coat of slime from the water spray and mud. So it was fucking slippery. When he’d almost made it to the flat riverbed, Neal lost his footing on a slick rock. He barely avoided taking a tumble—probably would’ve cracked his skull open—but he gained his balance again at the last moment. He breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped off that part of the trail. The falls dumped into a wide open part of the gorge, forming a broad pool that was bordered by a large, semicircular bank of river rock. There, day-hikers and tourists spread out on the rocks, picnicking, sunning themselves, or generally just taking in the scenery. Neal’s friends spread out to do their own thing. Addison stalked off to the tree line with her cell phone, probably trying to get a signal so she could call her girlfriend. Bennett led Rory around the edge of the pond so they could get close to the actual waterfall. He was wearing a chest harness that held his Go-Pro, the action camera he usually kept on his boat. Rich and Paddy sat down on some large rocks and got out their trail snacks. And Nic Valentine, the crazy fucker, was wading in the frigid pool while Justice looked on, shaking his damn head. Neal shivered just thinking about it. It was the tail-end of summer, so it was still quite warm, but these high lakes and rivers were always brisk, even on the hottest days. He’d been trained to withstand cold water temperatures for marine rescues, but that didn’t mean he had to like it, and he certainly didn’t do it for fun. Turning away from the splashing idiot, Neal looked around at all of the tourists and vacationers. Everyone had phones out, taking pictures, and he was sure they were tweeting and Instagramming like mad whenever they could find a bar or two. He shook his head, then smirked and took his own phone out. “When in Rome,” he muttered. First, he snapped a picture with the reverse camera of himself with the waterfall in the background. Then he flipped the view so he could get a shot of the gorge. His frame wasn’t wide enough, so he took a few steps back, mindful of the rocks that became more slippery the closer he got to the falls. His foot slipped and plopped down into water still cold enough to make him gasp, and right at the same time, he backed into something hard. Solid. Something alive. Neal winced when he heard an outraged cry and a splash behind him. Oh, fuck. Had he just…knocked someone into the water? He knew he needed to make sure they weren’t hurt or anything, but damn, he was afraid to turn around…because that had not felt like a small person. Cautiously, he turned around and looked down, where he saw a man flailing around in the shallows of the pool. Once he got control of his feet, the man sprang up in the perfect kip-up. Neal cringed when he saw that his clothes and trail pack were completely soaking wet. And when he looked at the man’s face, he froze. His brain registered three things almost simultaneously: he looked vaguely familiar, he was very attractive, and he was really fucking mad. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” the stranger shouted. He stepped forward so aggressively that Neal backed up, and his right hand went instinctively to his hip, where he would’ve put his hand on the stock of his service weapon—only there was nothing there because he was off duty. Not wanting to seem like an equal aggressor, he covered the move by sticking his hand in his pocket, hoping to appear non-threatening. This guy was about his age and shorter by a few inches, but he was ripped. He looked rugged and whipcord strong and looked ready to kick some ass in a heartbeat. Neal might’ve been able to take him—he had him on height and weight, but the guy looked like he might be stronger…and a lot meaner. Neal really didn’t want to fight. That was a helluva lot of paperwork. He held his arms out in front of him, both as a gesture of peace and to stave off an attack if that were to happen. “Man, I am so sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was behind me.” “Clearly,” he growled, shrugging out of his pack. He unzipped it and started digging through it. “Again, really sorry. If anything in your pack got damaged, I’ll reimburse you.” He scowled at me. “This is a waterfall hike. I’m not an idiot. Anything of value is inside a dry bag.” Neal bristled because the guy was basically calling him and everyone with him an idiot because they hadn’t brought dry bags. They’d just figured they could avoid, you know, falling in the water. Probably should’ve planned better, because if Neal hadn’t knocked into this guy, it would’ve been him in the water. But Neal had been the one to cause the fall, so he tried not to let his attitude get to him. “If you need a towel, I think one of my friends might’ve brought one.” He sat down on a large, flat rock and pulled off his hiking shoes, probably to let them dry a little in the sun. His socks looked dry, so Neal assumed his footwear was waterproof. That also would’ve been a good idea, since Neal’s right sneaker was soggy as hell from stepping in the water. The guy shook his head and didn’t make eye contact. “I’ve got more hiking to do. I’ll air-dry. Just try not to drown anyone, will ya?” Neal’s eyes narrowed, and he fought a valiant battle not to tell the guy to fuck off. Instead, he fell back on his usual faΓ§ade of charm and reached out a hand. “I’m Neal. Wish it had been under better circumstances, but it’s nice to meet you.” His mega-watt smile, the one that had gotten him laid all the time when he was with Tony and before, bounced off this angry stranger like he had some kind of nice-guy force field. He glared at the proffered hand until Neal got the hint and put it back in his pocket. Just when he was about to say ‘fuck it’ and walk away, the guy mumbled, “Travis.” “Pardon?” Neal asked, raising his eyebrows. “Name’s Travis.” “Well…Travis. It’s been a pleasure. I’ll get out of your hair.” About maxed out on politeness, Neal turned on his heel and started walking, stumbling slightly on the wet stones. “Hey, Neal?” He turned and looked at Travis. “Yeah?” “You should stick to walking in the park or going to the gym. You don’t belong out here.” Rage burned in Neal’s gut. He’d apologized profusely, and this guy just wouldn’t let it go. Where the hell did he get off? “The fuck did you say to me? I’ll have you know, I’m a police officer.” Bennett had obviously picked up on the tone because Neal sensed his partner and Paddy creeping up on his flanks. Travis’s eyes flicked back and forth between the three men, then he shook his head with a scoffing sound. “I’m just trying to give you some advice. It’s guys like you who come out here and fall down into the ravine because you don’t have the instincts to pay the fuck attention to where you put your feet.” Neal lunged forward, but Bennett stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Nuh-uh. Walk away, Hesse.” “But—” “Nope.” Paddy started pulling him backward. Travis spoke again, and the sound of his voice grated over Neal’s nerves like sandpaper. “I’m not just trying to be an asshole, although I’d be justified, considering.” He gestured down at his wet clothes. “But seriously, if you want to be all outdoorsy and shit? Get yourself some survival training, because you seem pretty fucking hopeless.” Neal growled and lunged again, but was stopped by his two strong friends. “Aaaand we’re done here,” Bennett said, as he and Patrick hauled Neal to the other side of the river where the rest of their group was waiting. “Come on, just one swing!” Neal shouted over his shoulder. It was just for show because his pride was more bruised than he wanted to let on, but the boys kept a firm grip on him just in case. Why the fuck did it matter that some asshole stranger thought he was incompetent? But Neal knew the answer to that—because his own boyfriend had as well. Tony had basically unmanned him by suggesting Neal’s career and choices didn’t matter, and now some random guy was telling him he couldn’t even wipe his own ass without help. Neal seethed quietly all the way back down the trail. He’d never see that crazy fucknut again, but he’d be damned if he’d let the guy be right. So as soon as he got back, he booked himself on a survival excursion with a professional wilderness guide. That’d show that asshole. The one he would never see again.


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J.K. Hogan has been telling stories for as long as she can remember, beginning with writing cast lists and storylines for her toys growing up. When she finally decided to put pen to paper, magic happened. She is greatly inspired by all kinds of music and often creates a “soundtrack” for her stories as she writes them. J.K. is hoping to one day have a little something for everyone, so she’s branched out from m/f paranormal romance and added m/m contemporary romance. Who knows what’s next? J.K. resides in North Carolina, where she was born and raised. A true southern girl at heart, she lives in the country with her husband and two sons, a cat, and two champion agility dogs. If she isn’t on the agility field, J.K. can often be found chasing waterfalls in the mountains with her husband, or down in front at a blues concert. In addition to writing, she enjoys training and competing in dog sports, spending time with her large southern family, camping, boating and, of course, reading! For more information, please visit www.jkhogan.com.

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Thursday, June 29, 2017

DIFFERENT DYNAMICS: Blog Tour, Exclusive Interview and Giveaway






Title:  Different Dynamics

Author: Tamir Drake

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: June 26

Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male Menage

Length: 19300

Genre: Contemporary, paranormal, erotica, ABO, sports, hockey, MMM, knotting, hurt/comfort, dirty talk


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Richard doesn’t mind being an omega; all he cares about is playing good hockey, even though it means ignoring the media that tries to rip him apart for it. They don’t think omegas should be allowed on the ice, but he gets along fine. He’s team captain. He can play with the best of them. The one sticking point is his heats; Richard might be on suppressants, but he’s one of the unlucky ones who still gets a heat every four months or so. They suck to deal with, especially alone, but seeking out a heat partner isn’t an option. The PR nightmare alone keeps him from any kind of hook-up. He can’t risk it. Hockey is all he’s got. When Richard’s heat comes early while his team is on a roadie, teammate and best friend James helps him out of a bad situation. Tired of hurting, Richard decides it’s better not to go it alone. And James is safe and warm; he’s a great alpha who knows just what Richard needs. When Richard also imprints on big, bad rival player, Dmitry Sokolov? There’s sweet comfort in a three-way with lots of knotting and dirty talk. Richard might be on cloud nine.

Excerpt


Different Dynamics Tamir Drake © 2017 All Rights Reserved

His hockey team was in the middle of a roadie when Richard woke up feeling painful and tender and thought, Fuck. His heat was early. It wasn’t supposed to happen; being on suppressants meant his heats should come every four months instead of every thirty days, and they were supposed to be timed out. This one was due next week, when he’d be back home with two days off skating to at least deal with it. The first forty-eight hours, for him, was always the worst part. Yeah, he’d still have interviews and charity events in the downtime, but with the libido inhibitor and odor-blockers, he’d always been able to manage. There was nothing for it now. He had practice and then the game—at least it was an afternoon game—so he sucked it up and dug out the briefs with their sewn-in pocket for absorption pads that, luckily, he always took with him just in case. He also popped a couple ibuprofen to try to ward off the pain he knew was coming. With any luck, he’d be able to get through practice and the game, and then have the night and tomorrow morning to curl up under his covers, suffer, and hate himself. Every omega’s heat was different. Some had it so easy they didn’t have to bother with suppressants. Some had a partner, or they’d find one to help them through their heat, which could last between three days and nine. Others went on suppressants and were in the lucky camp of not having to ever deal with heats. Richard had never been lucky. He had an implant that kept his heats as regulated as possible. But when he did get them, the onset was sudden and painful, especially the first two days—and they lasted for seven. His insides felt like they were burning up, and on top of the pain, he had to deal with nausea. Heats supposedly felt good when you had a partner to help you through them. Richard wouldn’t know. He’d been on libido inhibitors since he was twelve. And while heat and sex were different things, he was the only omega playing in the NHL. He had to be careful, and that meant not letting anyone get close enough to know… He was already under constant media scrutiny because he was captain of his team. And playing as an omega? Letting people know he had heats, period, was a risk. He’d heard it all before when he’d gone first in the draft: A detriment to the team. Uncontrollable actions. What kind of player has a hair trigger? Can he even play? He’d gotten the implant ages ago, had it updated every two years like clockwork, sucked up the pain, and pretended he was one of the lucky ones who didn’t go through heats at all.

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Meet the Author: Tamir has the tendency to write feelings into everything, no matter how filthy. He’s not all that sorry about it. Visit him on his Website. and read this amazing and exclusive interview for Reviews For Book Lovers.



NSP: Juxtaposing those issues and dynamics certainly adds a lot to this world. With your focus on heats, is mpreg possible too?



TD: No, not in mine. Heats in my verse are the products of hormone and pheromone production and reaction and have nothing to do with having children. While heat suppressants double as birth control for characters who menstruate, unless a character has a uterus, there can be no babies. However, in my verse, that does also mean mpreg could be possible with a trans man, depending on circumstances.



NSP: In Different Dynamics, the guys are hockey players. Much of Richard’s actions are driven by his love for the sport. Why this sport? Are you a big fan?



TD: I’m actually not a huge hockey fan! But there’s a lot of hockey-related media that I’m into right now. It’s also a sport that has a lot of player-fan interaction, which makes it easier to write about.



NSP: What kind of research did you do for the book?



TD: Going back to the player-fan interaction, there are a lot of hockey videos up on youtube. Dmitry Sokolov, one of the characters in the book, is Russian. I watched a lot of hockey player interviews to try to capture Russian ESL as best as I could. So many interviews. So many.



NSP: Richard, James, and Dmitry are so hot together. It’s great having the tenderness and caring mixed in with the burn-the-sheets eroticism. Can we expect anything more from the Different Dynamics world? Any hints/previews of what might be next for the guys? Will any new characters be making an appearance?



TD: Yes, there is definitely going to be more. I really enjoyed creating this omegaverse and the society that exists within it. I’m especially interested in continuing to explore stereotypes and flipping them on their heads. And I’ve got a couple new characters ready to do that.



As far as Richard, James, and Dmitry are concerned, sex is one thing. Developing relationships are another. That’s all I’m going to say for now.



NSP: We can’t wait to see what else is in store in this world! Thanks so much for visiting with us, Tamir.






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