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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

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Blog Tour Review & Giveaway
SLADE

(Wild #3)
by
Adriane Leigh
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Release Date: September 26, 2014
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Cover It! Designs
Cover Model: Marcel Snyman
~ Synopsis ~
Behind every beautiful thing, there is some kind of pain...

Always overlooked. Always just there. That's what Dillon was to me.

Until one night.

In one night she flipped my world on its axis and there's no going back. But she has secrets, and secrets fester like an open wound. They color the past and forecast the future, but I'm determined to open her up; free her from her memories so she can live in the light and have the life she deserves.

It's just too bad that she wants nothing to do with me. But I'm nothing if not persistent and I'm not a man that gives up without a fight. I've had a taste and there's no walking away.
I just have to convince her that I'm not what she fears, I'm what she wants.

Slade, like Wild and Ridge, is a standalone.
Reading Wild and Ridge first will provide some back story, but is not required to read Slade.

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~ Excerpt ~
“Still fucked up with Dillon, huh?” Wild took a long sip from his bottle.
“Fuck off,” I gritted as I sunk the last ball in the pocket. “I won, pay up, you cheap cocksucker.” I held a hand out. Wild quirked his lips in a shit-eating grin and slapped a twenty in my palm.
“You lost, why the fuck you look so happy?”
“Something about you being all bitchy over a girl tickles my funny bone.” He stood and gathered the balls on the pool table for another game. “So, what’d she do?” he asked as he lined up the first shot.
“It’s not what she did, I don’t think…” I gnawed the problem over in my head. “I took her to LUST.” I said the last word under my breath.
“Well, shit.” His ball went off kilter with his shot. He stood and rested both wrists on his pool cue. “Didn’t take it well then, I assume?”
“Guess not. I'm at a loss. I went to her place in the hopes of making some grand gesture and she shut down.”
“Yeah, Dillon isn’t one for grand gestures.”
“Little late for that head's up.” I bent and aimed for a solid.
“You want her back?” he asked with interest.
“Problem is, I never had her. She said we were just fucking around.”
“Well, I coulda told you that too.” He grinned and took another sip from his bottle.
“You're a wealth of information in hindsight, aren’t you?”
He shrugged with a chuckle. “Play hard to get.”
“I don’t do games, brother. You know that.”
“Also probably why you’re thirty-two and still single.” His blue eyes glinted with amusement.
“You’re such a fucker.”
“Seriously. Dillon is more man than woman. Play to her baser instincts. Let her see you with someone else, the territorial bitch will come out to play. She’ll be all up on your dick.”
“Really? That feels…”
“Dishonest? It is, but means to an end, ya know?”
“I was going to say like a bitch move, but dishonest too.”
“Bitch move or not, man, I bet you it works.” He shrugged and lined up his shot after I missed my second ball.
“So what? Ask someone out on a date and bring her here? I hate this already.” I ran a hand through my hair when I missed another ball.
“Jesus. She has you acting like a chick. You usually smoke me.” He frowned at the pool table. “Gonna have to call Ridge if I want to play a decent game.” He rubbed at the scruff along his jaw.
“Fuck off.” I took another shot, added extra power and sunk it with a thunk.
“Ha, see, I just played you. You think I’d ever call my brother for a game of pool?”
“Okay…” I pointed at him as realization dawned. “You’re an epic asshole, and I get your point. And I thought you and Ridge were better?” I'd heard rumblings of Ridge sleeping with Mia, Wild's one-time fiancĂ©, but as far as I knew Wild and Ridge had worked it out, as best as something like that could be worked out, I guessed.
“We are, we are. But still, ten foot pole, ya know?” He shrugged and I saw their history swirl in his ice blue eyes. He and his brother had been through a lot, some good, mostly bad. All not my business.
“So, play games, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Like a bitch?”
“Exactly.” Wild stood from his barstool. “And you sunk my ball, fucker, pay up.” He held his hand out.
“What? I was distracted.”
“By a chick. No excuse. I want my twenty back.”
“Jesus, no wonder your bother said you were a douche.”
His laugh boomed through the small pool room as I shoved the twenty back in his palm. He took a long swig of his beer and winked.
“I don’t know why the fuck I even talk to you.”
“Because I’m a wealth of information.”
“In hindsight.”
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~ Review ~
This is the 3rd installment in the Wild Series and although Slade is not a Wild he is WILD!!  OMG!! I think I love SLADE more than WILD!  Devoured this book in one sitting...couldn't put it down.  
As with all of Adriane's writing she sucks you in right from the beginning and keeps you riveted to the screen of your kindle keeping you on edge for what will come next.

We meet Dillon and Slade in previous books.  Dillon is commonly referred to as the town slut but no one knows the true Dillon because she uses her past as a shield to keep everyone out.   Well, until Slade that is.

He is just as persistent and determined to win Dillon over as she is to keep him at bay.  But he proves to be more to Dillon to just a friend with benefits.   When she is caught between trying to protect herself and letting herself feel, turmoil ensues.  Will she be able to open up to Slade and let the only man who has touched her heart in?

As the story unfolds we find that Slade has some secrets of his own.  His need for control may be more that a woman like Dillon can take.    After bearing his secrets and thoughts to Dillon, he gives her time and space to take it all in.  But patience is not his strong suit, will he push too hard too fast?

Loved this book!  The characters are real. You can feel the anxiety and frustration.  The sex scenes (and there are plenty) are steamy and erotic. (If you've met Wild then you won't be surprised.) Dillon's fears are not uncommon nor is her way of dealing with her past.  Now, any friend of Lane Wild's is a friend of mine.  I absolutely adored Slade and his dirty mouth and take charge attitude.   I like that he was determined to fight for Dillon regardless of how hard she tried to push him away.  

Although you could read this book as a standalone you would be missing out on the experience of getting to know Wild, Kat and Ridge. Grab your copy of SLADE today and see what everyone is talking about. 
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See where it all began……..
WILD
 (Wild #1)
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RIDGE
(Wild, #2)
 
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~ About the Author ~
Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.
She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.
Adriane is married to a tall, dark and handsome guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a voracious reader and knitter.
  
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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Cover Reveal, Excerpt & Giveaway
SLADE

(Wild #3)
by
Adriane Leigh

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Expected Release Date: September 2014
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Cover It! Designs
Cover Model: Marcel Snyman
~ Synopsis ~
Behind every beautiful thing, there is some kind of pain...

Always overlooked. Always just there. That's what Dillon was to me.

Until one night.

In one night she flipped my world on its axis and there's no going back. But she has secrets, and secrets fester like an open wound. They color the past and forecast the future, but I'm determined to open her up; free her from her memories so she can live in the light and have the life she deserves.

It's just too bad that she wants nothing to do with me. But I'm nothing if not persistent and I'm not a man that gives up without a fight. I've had a taste and there's no walking away.
I just have to convince her that I'm not what she fears, I'm what she wants.

Slade, like Wild and Ridge, is a standalone.
Reading Wild and Ridge first will provide some back story, but is not required to read Slade.

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~ Excerpt ~
“I guess I should have talked to you about…the other weekend. I get the sense that you wanted to do those things to me. Fair assumption?”
Fair.” I nodded, afraid of the next words to come out of her mouth.
“Well, I’m not sure I’m into that. It looks pretty fucking terrifying.”
“It’s all about trust. I’ll never take you farther than you want to go.”
She huffed and averted her hardened gaze. “I have issues with that.”
“No shit.” I mumbled. Her eyes cut to mine. “I read you like a book, Dillon. You think I didn’t realize that you have trust issues when you can't even look me in the eye when I’m inside you?” I ran a lock of her champagne hair between my callused fingers. 
She scrunched her nose and looked out to white-capped waves crashing against grey stone. 
“I want to earn your trust.” I took a step closer.
“Who says I want you to? I never asked you to. We were just messing around, Slade. If you hadn’t noticed, I mess around with a lot of people.”
Red flames licked my vision. My fists clenched at my sides and every muscle in my body went rigid. “You still fucking around with other people?”
“If I was?”
“Fuck, Dillon. I haven’t been with anyone since we started–”
“Started what? Started fucking? I’m just the town slut. Down for a fun time, nothing more. Surprised one of your buddies didn't warn you not to get involved with me.” 
“Oh, they did.” I grumbled, thinking back on Wild's warning not to get wrapped up in Dillon. Too little, too late. That ship had sailed. 
She arched full eyebrows at me, gnawed her lips between her teeth until they turned winter white while anger flared in her indignant eyes. “Don’t fucking come back to my house, Slade. Don’t fucking do it. From the beginning you've acted like you have some sort of macho bullshit claim on me, why is that?” She nailed me with her pointer finger.

“Because you’re mine.”

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See where it all began……..
WILD
 (Wild #1)
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RIDGE
(Wild, #2)
 
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~ About the Author ~
Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.
She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.
Adriane is married to a tall, dark and handsome guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a voracious reader and knitter.
  
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Tuesday, June 3, 2014

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Release Day Blitz & Giveaway
Slade
(Walk Of Shame #1)
by 
Victoria Ashley
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Release Date: June 3, 2014
~ Synopsis ~

My name is Slade Merrick and I’m a fucking sex addict . . .  

I’ve been told it’s a problem. But I see it as a passion; something that I’m good at. And who the fuck stops something that they’re good at?
They want me to seek help; get my cock in check. Don't judge my lifestyle. You’re no better than me. Just admit it, you like to fuck too. Sex is what I do best; my own personal high, so I embrace it instead of being ashamed.
When I'm not fucking, I'm slinging drinks at Walk Of Shame or stripping my way into your bed; another thing I'm good at. Every woman’s darkest fantasy brought to life.
So, am I stopping? Fuck no. Sex is beautiful, raw and erotic and I get off knowing I can have it with anyone I want . . . with the exception of her.
Aspen.
She walks into the club swaying those hips, instantly drawing my cock to attention. She’s pure perfection. That is, until she opens that mouth, drawing me in and for the first time in forever I want something more than sex. I want her and she hates it.
Things get dirty. Dirty is what I like; it’s how I live. But . . . she’s playing a game she can never win.
~ Excerpt ~
Releasing the doorframe, I take a step closer and slowly run my hands down her sides, tracing every curve through the thin material. Fuck, she feels so good. My hands stop amidst her hips and I squeeze, pulling her body to press against mine. My cock hardens against her stomach and she sucks in a deep breath, but doesn’t pull away. A part of her wants this and the more I look at her, the more I fucking want her; a distraction. Fucked up or not, I can’t deny that I need this fucking distraction, addiction, necessity or whatever else you may want to call it. I’ve gotten used to the harsh judgments of my lifestyle.
      “We can take a shower together.” I brush my lips over her neck and whisper, “I can dirty you with my body and then clean you with my tongue.”
      She tilts her neck and allows me to run my tongue up it as if that’s the pass code to her arousal. She likes it. I can tell by her soft moans. “Have you thought about what my cock will feel like inside you?” I suck in her earlobe and bring my hands down to cup her ass. It’s the perfect fit. “I want to fuck you. I want you to know what it feels like to have me deep.” I lick my lips and breathe into her ear. “Inside you.”
      Her chest pushes out as she takes a deep breath. “I don’t even know you.” She places her hands on my chest and backs away. “Plus, I don’t like you. Now, if you don’t mind. One of us has to take a shower first. You or me? Pick one.”
      She presses her legs together and I can tell she’s trying to hide that I have her pussy aching for my touch. She’s wet and ready for me. I don’t have to check; I just know. That’s okay ‘cause my cock wants it just as much.
     Enjoying watching her squirm, I smile and lean into the doorframe. “I’m going to take care of that for you.”
      Her eyes watch mine as I look down at her black panties that are barely peeking out from under what I assume is one of Cale’s old shirts. For some reason, the thought of stripping her out of another man’s shirt turns me on; gives me a rush knowing I can.
      She watches me intently, but doesn’t say a word as I grab the bottom of the T-shirt and slowly lift it over her head and toss it behind me. She’s standing there in just her thong and bra. Her breasts are plump and firm, squeezed into a tiny black bra to match her panties; her cleavage playing peek-a-boo. My cock instantly strains to break free from the material as I imagine dropping to my knees in front of her and devouring her fucking pussy; the perfect breakfast.
      Running my hand up her tight little stomach, I press her up against the wall with my hand above her head. “Touch yourself for me.”

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~ About the Author ~
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.

She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood.

She is the author of Wake Up Call and This Regret and is currently working on more releases for 2014.

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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

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Cover Reveal
Slade
(Walk Of Shame #1)
by 
Victoria Ashley
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Release Date: June 3, 2014
~ Synopsis ~

My name is Slade Merrick and I’m a fucking sex addict . . .  

I’ve been told it’s a problem. But I see it as a passion; something that I’m good at. And who the fuck stops something that they’re good at?
They want me to seek help; get my cock in check. Don't judge my lifestyle. You’re no better than me. Just admit it, you like to fuck too. Sex is what I do best; my own personal high, so I embrace it instead of being ashamed.
When I'm not fucking, I'm slinging drinks at Walk Of Shame or stripping my way into your bed; another thing I'm good at. Every woman’s darkest fantasy brought to life.
So, am I stopping? Fuck no. Sex is beautiful, raw and erotic and I get off knowing I can have it with anyone I want . . . with the exception of her.
Aspen.
She walks into the club swaying those hips, instantly drawing my cock to attention. She’s pure perfection. That is, until she opens that mouth, drawing me in and for the first time in forever I want something more than sex. I want her and she hates it.
Things get dirty. Dirty is what I like; it’s how I live. But . . . she’s playing a game she can never win.
~ Excerpt ~

It’s dark.
      I love it with the lights off. She insisted on teasing me this way. My arms are tied behind me; my naked body bound to a chair. Goose bumps prickle my flesh as she softly blows on my hard cock, almost breaking my willpower. Her lips are so close, yet not close enough. I insist on teasing her this way.
      “Na ah, not yet, baby.”
      She tilts her head up, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders as her eyes lock with mine. They’re intense; desperate. She’s silently begging me with her eyes; asking me to let her touch me already. I’m used to this. She needs to learn that when you’re in my house we play by my rules. “Slade,” she whimpers. “Come on already.”
      “Look down, baby.” She tilts her head back down and runs her tongue over her lips as she eagerly looks at my cock; no doubt imagining what it tastes like in her mouth. “That’s it. Don’t move.”
      I lift my hips, bringing the tip of my head to brush her lips. “You want me in your mouth?”
      She nods her head and lets out a sound between a moan and a growl. Damn, it’s such a turn on.
      “How bad do you want it? I want to fucking hear it?”
      Her nails dig into my thighs as she growls in aggravation, “More than anything. I fucking want it so just give it to me, dammit. You already know how bad I want it.”
      A deep laugh rumbles in my throat as she scratches her nails down my legs in an attempt to hurt me. What she doesn’t realize is that I welcome the pain. I get off on it.
      “Is that all you got, pussycat?” I tease. “If you want my cock, you’re going to have to do better than that.”
      She looks angry now; determined. Standing up, she points a finger in my chest. “You’re the one tied up. This is supposed to be my game. Why do you have to torture me and make me wait?”
      Biting my bottom lip, I nod for her to move closer to me. When she gets close to my face, I stick my tongue out and run it over her lips, causing her to tremble as I taste her. “Show. Me. How. Much. You. Want. Me.”
      Straddling me, she screams and slaps me hard across the face before yanking my head back by my hair. If I could get any harder, I would.
      Fuck me.
      “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” I press my stiff cock against her ass, showing her just how turned on I am. Then I look her in the eye. “Show me what you can do with your mouth. First impression is always the most important.”
      A mischievous smile spreads across her face as she slithers her way off my lap and down between my legs. Gripping my thighs in her hands, she runs her tongue over the tip of my dick before suctioning it into her mouth. It hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She doesn’t care; completely uninhibited. She just shoves it deeper.          
      Fuck yeah.
      I moan as she swirls her tongue around my shaft while sucking at the same time. It feels fucking fantastic. “I told you it’s worth the wait, baby. Just wait until I get inside you. It feels better than it tastes.”
      She pulls back and licks her lips. “Then why don’t you show me. My pussy has never been so wet.” She stands up and bends over in front of me, exposing her wet lips. I can see the moisture glistening from here; beckoning to suck me inside.  She smiles as she runs her fingers over the folds as if she’s teasing me; testing me. “You like that?” She asks seductively, tantalizing me. “You want this tight little pussy all for yourself, you greedy little bastard?”
      I nod, playing into her little game. She seems to think she’s in charge.
      “Well, come and get it.” She inserts her fingers into her mouth and sucks them clean, before shoving them into her entrance, fucking me with her eyes. Her ass moves up and down in perfect rhythm as she purrs. “I’m waiting.” She shoves her fingers deeper. “I want to see those muscles flexing as you ram into me. I want you to…”
       Well you won’t be waiting for long.
      Breaking free from my restraints, I stand up, grab her hips and flip her around before slamming her back up against the wall. “What were you saying, baby?” I growl into her ear. I grip both of her ass cheeks and lift her as she wraps her legs around my waist, squeezing. “I’m not sure you can handle what I have to offer.” I grip her face in my hand before leaning in and biting her bottom lip, roughly tugging. “You’re finally about to get what you’ve wanted. I just hope you don’t have shit to do for the next few days because this might get a little rough. Last time to make your escape, because once I start there’s no stopping until you’re screaming my name loud; so loud it fucking hurts my ears.” I search her eyes waiting to see if she’s changed her mind; nothing but raw heat and lust. She still wants it. She’s brave. No girl walks into my bed and walks out unscathed.  So, she’ll get it. I lift an eyebrow. “Okay, then.”
      I take wide strides across the room to my king-sized bed and toss her atop the mattress. Before she can blink, I am between her thighs, spreading them wide for me. I run my tongue up her smooth flesh, stopping at intersection of her thighs and clean shaven pussy. “You ready for me to make you cum without even touching you?”
      I begin blowing my cool breath across her swollen, wet pussy. She thrusts her hips up; no doubt her hungry little pussy wanting more and just as I’m about to show her my skills, there’s a knock at the damn door.

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~ About the Author ~
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.

She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood.

She is the author of Wake Up Call and This Regret and is currently working on more releases for 2014.

~ Connect with Victoria ~


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