The moment you think you have it all is when it vanishes right before your eyes.
He had one final mission, but who knew it would go wrong? Kaleb Maverick is now fighting for his life. The life he wants to share with the woman he loves. The Fire inside him not only burns for her, it sizzles.
Jade Elliott has lost one man in her life. She's determined not to lose another. The coldness in her heart can't handle another loss like that. She refuses to let Kaleb go.
He's the Fire to her Ice. She's the Ice to his Fire. Together they cause an explosion so hot that someone is bound to get torched.
Excerpt
Love, a word never on my radar, has now taken over my existence. My world revolves around this man.
I’m in love with him because of the deep connection I felt the second I saw him and dealing with the torture of this week has only intensified my feelings. My mind went crazy, thinking of everything he went through, as I examined all of the marks on his body. I can tell he was whipped many times. The wounds are starting to heal, but I’m afraid the surface scars will always be there. And I don’t even want to think about the internal scars something like this would bring.
I don’t care what he looks like or how much this will torment him. He takes me and I take him just the way he is. He’s been point blank about wanting me from the first day we met, and now it’s time I match his determination. His blastoff introduction to have me on my knees that first day could’ve so easily gone a different way. I’m just glad I felt the connection the second I laid my eyes on him.
Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the international best-selling author of the Rebel Walking Series, Bryant Brothers Series, Inked Brothers Series, and Six.
The last thing Vaughan Hewson expects to find when he returns to his childhood home is a broken hearted bride in his shower, let alone the drama and chaos that comes with her.
Lydia Green doesn't know whether to burn down the church or sit and cry in a corner. Discovering the love of your life is having an affair on your wedding day is bad enough. Finding out it's with his best man is another thing all together. She narrowly escapes tying the knot and meets Vaughan only hours later.
Vaughan is the exact opposite of the picture perfect, respected businessman she thought she'd marry. This former musician-turned-bartender is rough around the edges and unsettled. But she already tried Mr. Right and discovered he's all wrong-maybe it's time to give Mr. Right Now a chance.
Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
Kylie is represented by Amy Tannenbaum at the Jane Rotrosen Agency, New York.
Dirty is one of those books, which engages you from the get go. It's a slow building inferno, with hysterically sarcastic and intriguing characters, that had me rolling with laughter, quirking my eyebrow and even WTF! moments. The realistic story telling kept me on the edge of my seat and bubbling for more at the ending.
Our heroin Lydia has played the Runaway Bride as Julia Roberts did in Pretty Woman. Only she wasn't a scared bride, she was more of jilted lover. Abandoned not on her wedding day but from the start of her relationship with her soon to be husband. Now on the supposedly happiest day of her life, her wedding day. Lydia's unnerving relationship becomes clear. An intense and intimate video reveals lies, betrayal, and a secondary life; unbeknownst to Lydia.
Decidedly making a run for it. Lydia escapes the altar, with her wedding dress hiked up and climbs a fence that no woman in a dress should ever be found climbing. All in her plight to escape. In a bath tub, in an old house, with a cranky neighbour, Vaughan; Lydia finds herself.
“Things as I knew them were just props.My happiness needed to come from me.I could build my own home,make a future for myself.Not rely on someone else to come along and magically make me feel like I had worth,as if I belonged.I could be strong on my own.”
Vaughan is a musician trying to make it big. Recently home on vacation, to his bewilderment, and in a most compromising position, he discovers Lydia in his bathtub.
“Damn, he was hot. The kind of hot that only got better with age and experience.”
From this point the story really takes off, and we see the interaction between Lydia and Vaughan. I loved Vaughan's take no bullshit answers and his lack of pity POV. His cynical demeanor gave way to Lydia's strength and I saw her flourish under Vaughan's guidance or rather lack thereof.
“Life is hard. Terrible things happen. We all have feelings. We're all just flesh and blood, trying to do our best.”
Dirty is a most apt name for this story. It was so raw, open and realistic, dirty and to the point. A well written and engaging tale. When one door closes, a window opens.
*ARC provided via Netgalley on behalf of the author for an honest review* Thanks!!
I was afraid to fly. He made me soar. After years of climbing the ladder of success in the music industry, I finally had everything I could want. Yet I still found myself wandering through life alone. Captain Evan Roth was the one man I never saw coming. Tall, dark, mysterious… Straight. We were both damaged beyond repair and searching for something so elusive we weren’t sure it even existed. But, when two broken souls collide in midair, falling is a given. I just never expected to crave the spiral down.
About the Author:
Aly Martinez
Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.
Happy Release Day to Stylo Fantome and her new book THE BAD ONES! Enter the giveaway for a chance to win a $50 Amazon Gift Card too - good luck! #ConnedIntoBeingBad
Sometimes, it's dirty and wrong, buried six feet deep in a secret place where only wild things dare to go. Hidden behind a big black curtain that covers things no one should ever see.
Sometimes it happens between two people who should never be allowed to come together. One who is a match, and the other who just happens to be gasoline.
One strike is all it takes to burn the whole world down, and that's exactly what they plan on doing.
Even if it kills them.
warning: this book contains graphic sex, extremely brutal violence, bad language, and people repeatedly and knowingly breaking the law.
Con finally unlocked the doors and she hefted herself into the massive vehicle. They sat in silence for a while, their breath fogging up the glass. Then he opened his mouth.
“Did he touch you?”
Dulcie knew he wasn't asking about the homeless man.
“Not in any way that counts,” she replied, turning to look at him. His hands had moved to grip the steering wheel.
“So he has touched you.”
“Jared was just an experiment, I wanted to see if -”
“You let him fucking touch you.”
“You fucking left me!” she was suddenly screaming. He didn't even flinch, just gripped the steering wheel harder. “You fucking left me in this fucking town, without a goddamn goodbye! Without a goddamn word! God, you have no idea what it's been like. That fucking camera, all those drawings. And there's all these people, and talking, and feeling this way, and all the blackness, and I don't even know what's wrong with me, and nothing. You come back, and it's like nothing to you. Oh hey, Dulcie. Where's your sketchbook, Dulcie. Come to a party, Dulcie. Let me just fuck this chick in the woods, Dulcie. So you know what? Yeah, he fucking touched me. I let him fucking touch me. And I hated every minute of it, and I would pretend it was you, and I would hate you, and I would hate myself, and I just let it happen.”
Con lunged across the seat, and absurdly, her first thought was “wow, he's really fast” before his fingers wrapped around her throat. She wasn't fazed, though, and she pushed right back, slapping him across the face. This only caused him to clench both hands around her neck and he yanked her forward, dragging her to him so their faces were only inches apart.
“Stupid little Dulcie,” he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. She held onto his wrists and glared at him, but didn't try to pull away. His fingers got tighter. “So scared of the big bad wolf.”
“I'm not … scared of you,” she managed to gasp out, but then his grip grew so tight he completely cut off her oxygen.
“Of course you aren't scared of me. I'm not the wolf. You are.”
So that's what was hiding behind the curtain. I wish you'd told me sooner, Con. We could've reveled in our darkness together.
It felt like a weight was lifted off her back. She'd been pretending for so long, and she hadn't even realized it. Had conditioned herself to do it. It was easier to believe Con was the darkness, and she was simply drawn to it. Basking in his wake. But it was all a lie – she was every bit as dark as him. They were the same animal. She'd just been better at deceiving herself. And now they'd evolved into something else, into a new, higher being.
Her lungs were throbbing, screaming for oxygen. She could feel her pulse pounding behind her face. Her mouth was open, but she couldn't make a sound. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, yet still they stared at each other. Recognizing each other, maybe for the first time ever.
Maybe for the last time.
What a way to die, looking into the face of this beautiful boy. What a gift.
Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
A tale of the football hero falling for the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Unfortunately for everyone else, looks definitely can be deceiving.
This was was a whole new take on a story from Stylo. I fell in love with this author from the Kane Trilogy. Her impeccable and dynamic writing skills, drew me into the depths of sin and I have been wallowing in the shallow after the Kane Trilogy. Just waiting for something just as delicious. And, the wait was well worth it.
An enticingly dark and erotic read, bathed in blood and inner turmoil. Where two teenagers fall in love, not because opposites attract. But because the Darkness in their souls calls to the other.
Dulcie and Constantine are two lost souls looking for meaning in their lives. They each know that there is something missing and that they are not what people would consider "normal" individuals. Not because of there circumstances but due to their personal feelings about the world. Their need for despair, pain and utter chaos. Sees them both reveling in the darkness.
This story is filled with turmoil, and yet, it's so emotive. The destructiveness of both Constantine and Dulcie as individuals is amazing, but together. It's simply masterful. A work of art created from pain.
Dulcie's character was one of vulnerability. Yet, her strength in lieu of her vulnerability, shone through.
The Bad Ones is simply a must read. Intoxicating, dark and gritty and filled with so much promise.
*ARC provided by the author for an honest review* Thanks!!
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