Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Review: Love, Technically by Lynne Silver @entangledpub

Love, Technically
By Lynne Silver

Billionaire CEO and computer whiz Noah Frellish is a king among geeks. Women are attracted to his money, but he'd love to meet someone who's actually interested in him. When he helps the sweet and sexy Michelle Kolson with a printing problem, she confuses him for a help desk technician. Noah knows he should clear up this case of mistaken identity, but would she still like him if she knew he was the boss?
Michelle thinks life in Chicago is perfect, as is the whirlwind romance with her smoking-hot coworker. When she unexpectedly finds her job on the chopping block and the man she fell headfirst into bed with running the company, will she abandon her dreams?
Noah must convince the small-town girl to stay in the big city—and that he really is the man she fell for.
As a bit of a computer geek myself when ever I see a book where the hero is a geek i can't help myself i have to read. Which is why i jumped at the chance to read an ARC of Love, Technically.   
Noah was adorable and sexy all rolled into one and i could totally see why Michelle was immediately smitten by him. I also totally understood how out of her depth Michelle felt but i loved the fact that she never gave up. I might have wanted to slap Noah upside the head a couple of times for being a bit stupid but hey he's a guy they are like that most of the time.

This was an excellent read that i had trouble putting down 4.5 out of 5

Spotlight: Never Gonna Desert You by Jessica E. Subject

Never Gonna Desert You (The Underground #2)
by Jessica E. Subject
Erotic Lesbian Sci-Fi/Dystopian Romance
Categories: Action/Adventure
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: June 25, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Length: 59 pages

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Determined to find and bring back her girlfriend, Brook enlists in the next mission to the foreign planet, Airondelle. But the deception at Planet Core continues, and Brook doesn't realize the depth of her father's involvement until he orders her terminated. Struggling to stay alive, she quickly learns nothing is as she believed.

Will she ever find Melina? Or will Brook be stuck light years from home, alone, and with a fierce predator hunting her down?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.


“Okay, let’s roll out.”

Out? Time to go, already?

The rest of the crew pushed away from the conference table and trooped out the door with excited murmurs. A far cry from the turmoil rolling through her.

“Let’s go, Malock.” Jager raised his eyebrows. “Or did you change your mind?”

She stood and released a deep breath. Even with her trepidation, she refused to back out now. Melina waited for her. “No, I’m looking forward to seeing Airondelle for myself.”

Brook spun away and rushed to catch up with her comrades. If she revealed her plans, she’d be stopped before she could find her lover. She would have to hide Melina right under their noses to bring her home. She pushed her shoulders back. I can do this. I have to.

The all-terrain vehicles sat loaded with equipment for the mission in front of the swirling mass of the portal. Her father certainly wasn’t wasting any time getting a team back to Airondelle. Crewmembers already filled the first vehicle, so she hopped into the back of the second.

Jager passed around everyone’s mission directives then shoved in on her left. Thank goodness he was the last to load. With his bulk, he occupied both of the remaining seats.

Before she had time to read her personal orders, they proceeded into the portal. She passed through the spinning matter, her body pulled and stretched in every direction. Unknown forces pushed on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She gripped the seat, hoping she wouldn’t get pulled out. But the awkwardness didn’t last long. The transporter room light years away, clean, fresh air poured into her lungs. The alien vegetation of the foreign planet lined the rough dirt road they traveled. She yearned to explore the flora and fauna on a more intimate level. And she would, after setting up camp.

She opened the folder with her mission directive inside. Instead of the stack of papers detailing what Planet Core expected of her, she found a single sheet.

Her father’s handwriting scrawled across the page. You can never know the truth.

Hard, cold steel pressed against her temple. A gun. Her breath caught. What the fuck is going on? She grabbed her knapsack and launched out of the vehicle.

About the Author:
Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers.

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Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Spotlight: Another Night, Another Planet by Jessica E Subject

Another Night, Another Planet (1NS)
by Jessica E. Subject
Erotic Sci-Fi/Futuristic Romance
Categories: Action/Adventure, Interracial/Multicultural
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: June 14, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Length: 36 pages

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Limited by status…

Ava is a housekeeper aboard Star Spirit, a luxury cruise ship travelling between the Milky Way and the Belvarian System. Coming from a middle-class family on Earth, she is considered by passengers as nothing more than an object to be tossed away when they’re done with her.

Shunned because of his lineage…

Banned from several planets across the universe, Nate struggles to run his interstellar shipping business. But the DNA of an exterminated race runs through his blood, giving him a diluted form of their powers, and leaving him labeled as a terrorist.

Both searching for the one…

Through her 1Night Stand dating service, Madame Evangeline matches these two together for a celestial escape on the pleasure planet, Elatia.

Will Ava and Nate find what they’re looking for, or will their date be just another night on another planet?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.


Ava glanced at the empty seat beside her. Late, as usual.

Michelle raced toward her then slammed onto the cushion. “Jeez, why can’t we have buckled seats in the rooms like other mother travelers?”

She rolled her eyes, sighing. “Who was the guy this time?”

“Oh, not one, but two. Remember the twins from Room 317 I told you about?”

Gasping, she clasped her hands over her mouth. The twins were hot, but two at the same time? She definitely had different morals than her friend. “You’re unbelievable.”

“No, they are. I’m meeting with them again on Elatia. Want to join us? I’m willing to share.”

“No, thank you.” She blushed, imagining having sex with someone her best friend had done the deed with, and being in the same room while Michelle got busy with another guy. She would never do such a thing. Sex happened behind closed doors.

“C’mon. We’re going to be on the pleasure planet. Time to have our sexual fantasies come true.” Michelle squeezed her thigh. “You haven’t had any fun on this voyage at all. Did you meet someone back home before we left and not tell me?”

She shook her head. How she wished. “I’m saving myself.”

Michelle snorted. “For what?”

“Never mind.” She sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Whatever.” Michelle frowned, turning away, leaving her to wallow in her own guilt.

“By the way,” her friend continued. “You’re supposed to go to the communications center after you’ve escorted your passengers off. You have a message from someone named Madame Evangeline.”

Ava groaned, her stomach twisting in knots. “I didn’t expect to hear from her so soon,” she whispered, fingering the hem of her shirt. Now she’d have the return trip to increase her anxiousness for the date.

Michelle twisted back toward her. “What? Who is Madame Evangeline, anyway?”

Ava glanced around. The rest of the staff seemed to be engrossed in their own conversations—reciting their plans during the layover on Elatia—but she still didn’t want anyone to hear. She leaned closer to her friend. “I applied to a dating service before we left. Madame Eve is the woman who runs it. I’m saving myself for my date.”

Michelle’s eyes widened. “So you’re meeting your special someone on Elatia? Could it be a passenger from the Star Spirit?”

“No.” She dreaded the thought. Guests from the mother traveler would still see her as a second-class being, and she didn’t know of any employee on board looking for a serious relationship. She jumped at the crunch of the ship docking, unprepared to meet her date already. “It won’t happen until we return to Earth. It can’t.”

“Well, do you mind if I come with you to find out? I have to wait for the twins to complete their quarantine period, anyway.”

“Sure.” She could use the support. Clasping her shoulder straps, she took a deep breath, willing her body to stop shaking.


“What does it say?” Michelle leaned over her shoulder, trying to read the message on her tablet.

No one had questioned her in the communications center. The technician had simply glanced at her identification then transferred the message to her device. Unable to wait until she arrived in her room, Ava opened the email from 1Night Stand and began to read the letter while in the elevator.

Dearest Ava…

The elevator slowed. She braced for the change in direction.

…I trust the first leg of your journey went well. While you traveled through space, I received an application from a man whom I believe would be an ideal match for you. Since you already have the required inoculations and do not need to go through the quarantine period before entering Elatia, I have arranged for someone to meet you. His name is Jacobus. While he is not your date, he will prepare you then escort you to the man you will spend the evening with.


Madame Eve

So soon? The woman had found her a match already? A rush of giddiness filled her before nerves pushed it aside. She wasn’t an impossible match. Then bile burned the back of her throat. What had Madame Eve meant by prepare? She spun to face her friend. “I can’t do this. I thought I could but I don’t even know this guy.”

She paced, the walls seeming to close in on her. “I wanted to find someone to spend the rest of my life with. On Earth. But this is just going to be another one-night stand. I fucked up. What am I supposed to do?”

Her friend shrugged, an amused grin on her face. “You can spend the next couple of days hiding in your room, wondering who you were set up with, and whether things might have worked out, or you can get your ass moving, pack a bag to meet Jacobus and then your date. If in your position, I’d be already gone.”

The difference between her and Michelle…she couldn’t spend the night with someone without feeling some sort of connection. Somehow, her friend could walk away the next morning, ready to find another guy. Maybe she’d feel different if she had guys falling at her feet due to her big bust on her curvy frame. In comparison to her friend, Ava looked plain, resembling a girl in the early stages of puberty. No one wanted to spend a lifetime with her. Every guy she’d ever slept with proved so.

The elevator opened. She stepped out, heading down the hall toward their room, still trying to decide how to spend her layover. Contacting Madame Eve had been a mistake. One-night stands didn’t agree with her heart. She pressed her thumb to the scanner, waiting for the door to open. So much money spent…

She sauntered inside, but stopped when Michelle darted in front of her.

“Quit doubting yourself.” Her friend grabbed her arms, staring her down. “You’re beautiful and deserve to be happy. If you don’t hurry up, I’ll knock you out then find a luggage cart to carry you down to Jacobus myself.”

With a deep breath, she nodded. She could do this. Might as well get my money’s worth. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Michelle reached in her closet then tossed her a duffle bag. “Good. I’ll help you pack.”

About the Author:
Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers.

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Monday, 29 July 2013

Release Day Spotlight/Review: Designs of Desire by Tempeste O'Riley

Designs of Desire
by Tempeste O’Riley
M/M Erotic BDSM/Kink Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: July 29th 2013
Length: Novel / 200 pages

Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.
As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten by the artist helping with his newest project. When he witnesses James suffer a panic attack, a protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He truly believes nothing is unobtainable—including James—if he’s willing to put in the time and effort.
James is shy and confused by Seth’s interest in him as a person. With Seth’s support, can he work through his fears to finally find the true love he deserves, or will someone finally land the crushing blow he won’t survive?
About the Author:
Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud omnisexual / bi-woman whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what she couldn’t–defy the hate and come out. He has been her hero ever since.
Tempe is a hopeless romantic that loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, she has done many things in her life, though writing has always drawn her back–no matter what else life has thrown her way. She counts her friends, family, and Muse as her greatest blessings in life. She lives in Wisconsin with her children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.
Tempe is also a proud member of Romance Writers of America® and Rainbow Romance Writers. Learn more about Tempeste and her writing at

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Not only did I have the privilege of reading an ARC copy of this book I also had the  chance to critique this book when it was in it's early draft format.
James is an amazing man who has been put through the wringer but come out the other side a lot stronger than he thinks he is. Seth is a take charge kind of guy and the moment he meets James he sets about  going after what he really wants.
Their interactions were great and though the world throws a copious amount of challenges at them when they work together they come out on top.

This was a thoroughly enjoyable read 4 out of 5

Guestblog/Review: Worst Week Ever by Liza O'Connor

Melissa: Today Trent Lancaster has agreed to come and be interviewed. I requested him to come alone because I want to discover his true feelings for Carrie.
*Checks watch* He should have been here by now...

Ah, that's either Trent or the Russian Mafia. Who else arrives in a bullet proof limo?
Trent: *storms in* Do you have any idea how much trouble it is to drive from New York City to Perth Australia?

Melissa: You drove?
Trent: Of course not. I have a driver.
Melissa: And he drove--across an ocean?
Trent: Don't be ridiculous, that would take days. I hired a cargo plane so my limo could follow my private jet.
Melissa: You know, we do have car rentals in Perth.
Trent: Yes, but you've put the steering wheel on the wrong side and none of your rentals are bullet proof. I had my butler check.
Melissa: Well, I'm indeed honored you went to such trouble to come.
Trent: I really had no choice. Liza said she owed you and I was to go and be nice or else.
Melissa: Or else what?
Trent: I've no idea, but with Liza such threats must be taken seriously. She lacks normal boundaries.
Melissa: I've noticed that myself. She once bound me in rope and  kidnapped me just so she could find out about my book Fall in Love.
Trent: Now I understand why she insisted I come. You are clearly an expert in this matter of love. I need to know how to make Carrie fall in love with me.
Melissa: You do not make someone fall in love with you. You must become a man worthy of her love.
Trent: Are you sure you're an expert, because that sounds like the crap Carrie reads to me from Chinese Fortune Cookies. Sorry. Do you even know what a fortune cookie is?
Melissa: We have about 47 Chinese restaurants in Perth, so yes I know what a fortune cookie is. You do realize while we claim to be 'down under' that doesn't mean we've fallen into oblivion. Australia is a mix of outback wilderness, sophisticated cities, and everything between.
Trent: Really?  Based on Liza's stories I thought it was all danger and adventure.
Melissa: We have that too.
Trent: Can we get back to my problem?
Melissa: Making Carrie love you.
Trent: Ha! I knew it was possible!
Melissa: I've read book one, Worst Week Ever...
Trent: Don't judge Carrie by that. She was having a bad week.
Melissa: Yes, she was. But I have to say, you didn't make it any easier on her.
Trent: That's not true! I saved her life twice. Her week would have been much worse otherwise.
Melissa: Hold on! I only recall you saving her once.
Trent: Twice. Had I not bought this limo she would have died on Monday when Sam foolishly took a short cut the Beirut.

Melissa: As would have you.
Trent: That's irrelevant. Without Carrie, everything good in my life would be gone anyway.
Melissa: Then you really do love her?
Trent: Yes! Why doesn't anyone believe that?
Melissa: Well, you had some outrageous misbehaviors during this week.
Trent: *waves her off* When you have a week from hell, then you can chide me, because I had just come off a MONTH from hell and then followed Carrie through her week of the most ridiculous hell imaginable.
Melissa: Well, you did fire her twice this week.
Trent: No, I didn't! And you if write that, I'll sue you for libel. I merely asked her to leave my office.
Melissa: *thumbs through kindle* Here we are:
Excerpt from Worst Week Ever
 “I said get out!”
“But I have work—”
“No, you don’t. Just leave.”
Had he just fired her? Blinking, trying to stave off unwanted tears, she slowly edged around the desk, opened the desk drawer and retrieved her purse. “We’ll talk when you aren’t so angry,” she said, refusing to accept she’d lost her job over this.
“When hell freezes over. Now leave!”

Trent: I'll pay you a million dollars not to print that. I didn't mean it. I was deeply hurt. I'd thought she'd betrayed me, but later when she explained the situation I realized she hadn't.
Instead of that one, use this excerpt from Worst Week Ever
Carrie met his gaze, her glassy eyes rimmed in red. “I had no right to override your authority. You’d already made your decision. I’m sorry you saw it as a betrayal. I’d hoped for time to explain…”
“But I didn’t give you the chance.”
She lowered her head and sniffled.
“If you had it over to do again, would you do something differently?”
She pulled her hand from his grip, breathed in and then out as if pain. “I know you want to hear I would, but the boy’s whole life could have been ruined if he missed his class. I’m sorry, even though I know I shouldn’t have overridden your decision, and it breaks my heart you’ve fired me, given the same situation, I would do the same.”
He retrieved her hand. “You know why?”
She sighed and closed her eyes as if in pain. “Because I’m an idiot?”
Trent stroked her cheek. “Never. Because you did the right thing.”
Melissa: That was one of your better moments.
Trent: Growing up I was told a Lancaster never explains himself, never apologizes. But for Carrie, I will do anything. I realize I'm not a likable fellow, but I am far better than I was before Carrie came into my life. And I will continue to get better, if only you will tell me how to make Carrie love me.
Melissa: *sighs* She already does love you, Trent. But that doesn't mean you should stop trying to improve yourself. If you stay where you are, or God forbid regress, she may just come to reason and give up on you. But continue your progress and by the next book we readers may actually think you are worthy of her.
Trent: *smiles* Thank you, I will follow your advice. *and he leaves*

Worst Week Ever
by Liza O'Connor
New Adult, Humor, Contemporary
What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with a egoistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?
Book 1 of the 3 book series A Long Road to Love.

Worst Week Ever.

Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant, or as his drivers refers to Carrie: 'Trent's brain, left hand, and right hand'. He's had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry his brilliant beauty. Only given all the times he's threatened to fire her, he's not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie's Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form.
(Hilarious to the reader--Carrie is not having much fun this week.)

The door burst open and Trent strode in, followed by a man dressed in a black suit, carrying a tray of food. “Good, you’re finally awake. Saves me from having to throw cold water on you.”
Trent sat on her bed as he pointed to the desk. “Put her breakfast there.”
“On the one of a kind, heirloom desk, which has been in your family since 1845?” his butler asked.
“No!” Carrie yelled over him. “Let’s put it on the bed stand.” She pushed the Tiffany lamp further back to make room.
“Thank you, miss,” the butler said as he placed the silver tray on the stand and then stepped back. “Will there be anything else?”
“No,” her grumpy boss snapped. The moment the butler stepped into the hall, Trent slammed the door closed and glared at Carrie. “Do not countermand my orders to the staff. They’re impossible enough already.”
She chuckled. “I’m sure they say the same about you.” The tantalizing aroma of her food caught her attention. Unable to resist, she peeked beneath the silver lid.
Trent sat a foot away from her on the bed and sniffed at her plate. “I told the cook she’d be fired if you didn’t eat it.”
“If you actually said that, you should go downstairs and apologize. You appear to have a wonderful cook and should value her.”
He shrugged. “She’s okay. Not as good as the last one though.”
Unwrapping her fork from a swaddling of fine linen, Carrie dug into the egg-white omelet. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy. “God, this is fabulous!”
“Really?” He moved closer and stole her fork so he could try some.
She expected him to smile at first taste. Instead, he became annoyed. “Come on! Your taste buds can’t be that jaded.”
His eyes narrowed. “It’s very good. Far better than the crap she feeds me.”
Carrie shook her head and swiped the fork. If the cook prepared Trent mediocre meals, she understood why. During her first six months at Lancaster Chairs, Trent had threatened her with unemployment on a daily basis and she’d hated it. She nearly grew to hate him, would have, except his remarks always lacked sincerity, as if he’d learned them rote.
Once she’d consumed a quarter of the omelet, she offered him the fork. He smiled and shook his head. “You finish it. The cook will serve me my gruel later. Probably spit in it for good measure.”


I'm going to admit I' really had no idea what to expect when I started this book. It certainly wasn't the laugh riot i got. I don't remember any book I have read in recent times that has made me laugh so hard.

Trent is your typical out of touch spoiled company boss who has no idea how the real world works. Carrie his long suffering assistant. The interactions between them are a joy to read though like Carrie i quite often wanted to slap Trent upside the head for being such a dick.

I thoroughly enjoyed this book though i must admit a couple of times i was like stop torturing poor Carrie already she's been through enough.

Overall i give this book a 4 out of 5 Thoroughly enjoyable and i'm looking forward to the next in the series.


Author Bio:

Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

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