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Tuesday, January 17, 2017

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Dangerous Crush by Crystal Kaswell {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Dangerous Crush by Crystal Kaswell

Release Date: January 10th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

With my money, my looks, and my rock star fame, I can have any woman I want… any woman except her.


My band mate's baby sister.
The one woman I can't have.
The one woman who won't get out of my head.
Those big blue eyes, those sweet pink lips, the cheeks that flush at the slightest provocation...
I want her under me, groaning my name, shaking with desire.
I want her more than I've ever wanted anything
She's too good for me. Too sweet. Too innocent.
She's never even seen a naked man before.
I shouldn't be the one to take Piper's virginity.
But there's no way in hell I'm letting another guy fill her with pleasure.


The bassist in my brother's band.
The guy I've been crushing on forever.
The tall, dark, handsome musician who keeps everything to himself.
He looks at me like I'm an innocent flower.
We're only friends. We're only ever going to be friends.
I need to stop thinking about running my fingers over the lines of his tattoos.
I need to stop wondering what his tongue piercing would feel like against my--
I need to get over him.
But the more I get to know him, the more I want to get under him.

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I find the bathroom down the hall and turn the knob. It's unlocked.

But the room isn't empty.


There's a man leaning against the counter, his jeans at his ankles, his black button up shirt falling off his shoulders.

He lets out a low, deep groan.



He's hard.

He's hard and he's huge.

At least, he looks huge. I have nothing to compare it too—I've never seen a guy naked before. Not in the flesh.

There's a woman on her knees, taking him into her mouth.

And his hand is on the back of her head, tugging at her platinum blond hair hard enough to rip out her extensions.

She's wearing the same hot pink BCBG dress I am.

She's giving him a blow job.

And I'm watching.

I shouldn't be watching.

"I'm sorry." I take a step backwards. My gaze refuses to budge from the action.

The woman pulls back. She looks at me with an expression that screams the clearly innocent girl in the doorway is not a threat to me sucking off this hot dude.

Slowly, I force myself to take another step backwards. My gaze only cooperates enough to move up his defined, tattooed torso, to his strong shoulders, to the curly black hair hanging in front of his dark eyes.


That's Kit.

The bassist in my brothers' very famous, very successful band. A super hot famous rock star belongs at a party like this.

A good girl college student... not as much.

His eyes catch mine. They flare with recognition.

Oh God. I have to see him in a few days. I have to look him in the eyes.

"I didn't... you should really lock the door." I turn and move away from the bathroom as quickly as possible.

I know there's something wrong with Kit being here, but my brain isn't working. My brain is stuck on the image of him naked in that woman's mouth. My brain is thinking up alternate scenarios of me being the girl with him in the bathroom.

Stupid brain. It's not like I'm about to lose my virginity in the bathroom at some party. Not even if it's with Kit—I'm not ashamed to admit I've had a crush on the bassist since we met.

It's a school girl he's hot and mysterious kind of crush. I'm old enough to know that. But that knowledge does nothing to make my heartbeat calm down when he's around. It certainly isn't helping with the jealousy twisting my stomach in knots.

He's so fucking beautiful.

And, apparently, he's also incredibly well-endowed.

And as slutty as his reputation suggests.

And at this stupid party with way too much booze and drugs.


A hand curls around my upper arm.

"You're too tall to blend into a crowd this well." Kit's deep voice flows into my ears. His other hand curls around my other arm. Gently, he turns me so we're face to face. "You okay?"

My cheeks flush as I attempt, and fail, to look him in the eyes. Instead, my gaze stays on my shoes—the Mary Jane flats that scream innocent little girl. "You're already finished?"

He chuckles.

God, I'm going to die of embarrassment. It wouldn't be so bad if this was some random guy but this is Kit, my brother's best friend. And my friend too. I see him all the time.

"I mean... I wasn't saying that you... that you're..." Foot, meet mouth. Words are failing me here. It's too hard to think of anything but Kit nearly naked in that bathroom. Again, I try to look into his eyes. This time, I get as far as his chest. "Your buttons are off." I tap the third from the top button of his shirt.

He fixes his buttons. "You have a coat?"

I shake my head.

"You can wear mine."

"Why would I wear your coat?"

He nods to my dress.

Is he really telling me my dress is too skimpy? He was in the bathroom with a chick in this dress. "Excuse me?"

"There's drugs at this party."

"I know."

"You shouldn't be here."

It hits me like a ton of bricks. "I shouldn't be here? I'm not the one who—"

"Keep your voice down." He leads me through the crowd, towards the door.

I'm not sure where Kit gets off telling me what to do—apparently, he didn't get off in the bathroom, not if the hard on straining against his jeans is any indication.

I don't need another guy who thinks he's in charge of my life.

He grabs his leather jacket from the rack and takes his time helping me into it. "You're a nice girl, Piper. This place isn't your scene."

"It shouldn't be yours either."

"It's not."

"Then why are you here?"

"I live down the hall."


His dark eyes fix on mine. "I'm not going to tell Ethan or Mal I found you here."

"And I'm not going to tell Ethan or Mal I walked in on you getting blown by some random chick."

He chuckles.

"Or that you were at a party with drugs."

No more chuckle. His expression gets serious, intense. He leans in close enough to whisper. "Do you actually want to be here?"

No. Not even a little. But- "I don't want to spend New Year's Eve alone."

"You're not alone. You're with me."

"That must be fun for you, babysitting your friend's baby sister."

"I don't offer to do shit I don't want to do."

Likely story.

"Either I take you to my apartment or I take you home. Those are your only choices." He looks at me the way Mal and Ethan do—like I'm the innocent young thing he has to protect.

"Have you heard of asking nicely?"

He shakes his head.

"I suppose women do whatever you order them to do?"


"Well, I'm not going along with your protect Piper shit. I'm not a child. I'm nineteen."

"Piper, will you please come with me to my apartment?"

God, I never thought I'd be upset about Kit inviting me to his apartment. My body is certainly on board with the plan. But my body is all confused by the proximity of his body—his hard chest is only inches from mine, his calloused fingers are on my bare arms. My body doesn't realize that Kit thinks of me like a little sister.

That there's absolutely no chance he'll ever want me to be the girl in the bathroom with him.

No, I have more self-respect than this. I'm not going to be with a man who was just getting blown in the bathroom. Even if it's Kit.

If I'm ever going to be with Kit, it's not going to be in a bathroom. I demand a bed. A couch at the very least.

"Bet this is the hardest you've ever had to work to get a woman to your apartment?" I tease.

Again, he chuckles.

"Okay, I'll go, but I'm kissing someone at midnight." I bite my tongue. It's hard to remember that this is Kit, my brother's best friend, and not some hot guy I saw getting blown at a party. It's hard to remember that him being a famous rock star isn't a big deal to me. It's hard to remember anything but the sight of him half-naked. "I don't mean that you have to, just that I'll find someone at this party if you—"

"Let's go."

"Does that mean you—"

His dark eyes brighten. "It means let's go."


Crystal Kaswell writes scorching hot new adult romance. When she isn't writing, she is chain drinking tea, binge watching Law and Order, practicing yoga, or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed. She lives in Portland, OR with her husband.

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✴ Freebie Tuesday (Edition #154) ✴

🌠 Happy Tuesday! ðŸŒ 

Thanks for stopping by to the first Freebie Tuesday of 2017! As always I will be tweeting random freebies that I can find on any given day so if you're looking for more free books make sure to follow me on twitter @JackieBookWorld. :)

***Note that there will be some books that will be free for limited time only, so make sure to download them as soon as you can. Also if there is any specific genre that you guys want me to find books of, let me know in the comment section below. (:  Enjoy! 

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by Karina Bliss
Release Date: January 14th 2015 by Karina Bliss
Series: Rock Solid #1Pages: 338
Genres: Romance, New Adult
Author's Links: Goodreads, Website, Twitter, Facebook

Acclaimed literary biographer Elizabeth Winston writes about long-dead heroes. So bad-boy rock icon Zander Freedman couldn’t possibly tempt her to write his memoir. Except the man is a mass of fascinating contradictions–manipulative, honest, gifted, charismatic and morally ambiguous. In short, everything she seeks in a biography subject. When in her life will she get another chance to work with a living legend? But saying yes to one temptation soon leads to another. Suddenly she’s having heated fantasies about her subject, fantasies this blue-eyed devil is only too willing to stoke. She thought self-control was in her DNA; after all, she grew up a minister’s daughter. She thought wrong.

Rock star Zander Freedman has been an outlier–many would say an outcast–for most of his life. But there’s no disaster he can’t overcome, from the breakup of his band to the inevitable damage to his reputation. His Resurrection Tour is shaping up to be his greatest triumph–if his golden voice holds out. Contracting a respected biographer is simply about creating more buzz. Elizabeth’s integrity is the key to consolidating his legacy as one of rock’s greats. All the damn woman has to do is write down what he tells her. Not force him to think. Or encourage the good guy struggling to get out. And certainly not make him fall in love for the first time in his life. Turns out he is scared of something: being known.
(Synopsis taken from Goodreads)


by Suzannah Daniels
Release Date: October 7th 2014
Series: Whiskey Nights #1
Genres: Romance, New Adult
Author's Links: Goodreads, Website, Twitter, Facebook

It all started with sex on the beach…the drink, not…you know.

As a bartender, Mason Cambridge often charmed beautiful women who ordered up cocktails on his shift. It was part of his job after all, and he needed the tips—badly. 

When Lexi Swafford plopped her pretty little tail down on the bar stool, Mason offered her a drink. He had no idea that he would soon be working with her or that he’d be letting her room with him until her new apartment was ready.

In fact, once Lexi Swafford landed in Creekview, Tennessee, life as Mason Cambridge knew it would cease to exist…because after a night of drinking away the agony of his loneliness, one touch from her would change everything.

WASTED is the first book in the WHISKEY NIGHTS series. Since each book focuses on a different couple, they can be read as stand-alones, but many readers may prefer to read them in order for maximum enjoyment.
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Monday, January 16, 2017

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Wicked Bride Games by Clarissa Wild {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Wicked Bride Games by Clarissa Wild

Release Date: January 10th 2017
Pages: 300
Genres: Erotica, Romance, Suspense

Fifty million dollars for three weeks of your life in the hands of a total stranger. Would you do it?

When Naomi Lee finds herself out of a job and out of the money she needs to pay her father’s medical bills, she receives an anonymous letter, containing an offer she can’t refuse.

Max Marino, a wealthy businessman, wants her and he’ll pay any price.
Three weeks of her time, no-holds-barred, in exchange for fifty million dollars.
With no other means to pay her bills, Naomi has no choice but to accept.

However, Naomi isn’t the only one who signs the contract.
And Max isn’t alone in his deal.

Three brothers …
Nine girls …
All competing for the ultimate prize … marriage.

Let the games begin.

WARNING: contains explicit situations, dubious consent, graphic violence, and other disturbing content. Includes scenes involving multiple men & women being dirty together. Every boundary is crossed. Read at your own risk.


“You care about me because I’m to become your wife.”

I smile. “Yes, indeed. Make no mistake, you will become mine, and when you are, I will take proper care of you. You won’t have to wish for anything because you’ll have it all. Life can be good with me by your side. All you have to do is accept it.”

She jerks away. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this now.”

I grab her wrist as she tries to walk away and pull her back to me. “Stop fighting. Stop resisting me. I know you feel what I feel.”

“Money isn’t worth dying over …” she spits.

“No, but marriage is. Especially when it comes to marrying the most beautiful, smartest woman I’ve ever met.” My index finger brushes her cheek, and I lean into her ear. “I need you by my side, Naomi.”

“To be your wife … but you do realize marriage is also about love?” she murmurs.

My thumb lingers on her lips as I’m reminded of the last time I kissed her. I can still remember the way she tasted … like heaven.

“I already love every little bit about you.”

She laughs and shakes her head. “Oh, my god …”

“I’m serious. I love your scheming. Your devious little ways. You’re just like me—cunning, not afraid to stand your ground—and I adore that.”

I wonder if I should kiss her.

If my brother did when he had her.

If he touched her in places I have yet to discover. Doubt eats away at me as I think of how he’s tainted her. I want to erase him from her mind. Replace his mark with mine. And I will make it happen … no matter the cost … no matter how long it takes me to get to that point.

“Why don’t you go for the easy girls? The ones who really want this?” she asks.

“You’re lying to yourself now,” I muse. As I lean in, she steps back against the sink, and I cage her with my arms. “You have no idea how valuable you really are. How long I’ve waited for a woman like you. Someone who I can not only marry but who will also be my equal and give me something no other woman can.” I smile when I see her blatant death-stare.

“If only you knew …”


Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, and Wicked Bride Games. She is also a writer of various erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals. 


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✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Taking Turns by J.A. Huss {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Taking Turns by J.A. Huss

Release Date: January 18th 2017
Series: Turning #1
Genres: Erotica, Romance, Suspense

I’ve never been afraid of the dark...but that doesn’t mean I wanted to live in it. And maybe everyone wants what they can’t have, but I should’ve thought it over before I accepted the key and unlocked the door to their forbidden world.

Number One is mostly silent. He watches me with them very carefully. His gaze never wanders. His interest never wanes.

Number Two is mostly gentle. But it’s the other side of him I like best. The wild side.

Number Three is mostly reserved. He refuses to cross the line. Even when I beg.

It was carnal, it was sensual, and it was erotic. That’s it. That’s all it was supposed to be. A trip into the dark. A peek into the forbidden.

I just didn’t expect to like them.

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“You want it hard tonight?” I ask. “You want me to fuck you hard?” I grab her hair and pull, making her upper body lift up off the mattress. My other hand is digging into the flesh just below her hip.

I scoot back and reach under her thighs, drawing them up so she’s on her knees, and press her face into the pillow as I pound her from behind.

“Yeah,” I say, half speaking, half moaning. “You like it like this, don’t you? You let Bric fuck you like this all the time, don’t you?”

I reach around and smack her tit, which makes her yelp. A high-pitched yelp I’m not familiar with. For a second I think I’ve hurt her, and I slow down. But she backs up into me, covering my dick again. Burying it deep inside her. Everything is already so wet. She feels so goddamned good tonight.

“You fucking whore,” I say, letting go of her hair so she falls face-first back into the pillow. “You let Bric fuck you like this, Rochelle? You like the way he slaps you around? Hmm?”

Hell, I like the way Bric slaps her around. And as soon as that thought enters my head I laugh.

“Maybe we’ll do it rough next weekend. You want that? You want us to fuck you hard? Stick our dicks inside you at the same time?”

Another unfamiliar moan.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say, still kinda laughing. But then I let it go and just… fuck her. I grab onto her ass and do it hard. Pounding her with so much force, her head is inching closer and closer to the headboard of the bed.

I don’t stop when it finally makes it there. I just keep thrusting until the pounding is compounded by the headboard crashing into the wall.

She’s moaning. Close. So fucking close to coming. I reach underneath her body and strum her clit to the rhythm we’re making. She goes wild. Wild like I’ve never seen her before. Writhing, and moaning, and gasping for air.

I draw back, grab her hips, and flip her over, one hand pushing her head aside so her cheek is pressing into the pillow, the other one still playing with her pussy. I watch my dick as it slips in and out, just barely able to make it out in the dim, filtered light from outside.

I grab her hair, so fucking ready to come, and yank her head so she has to look at me. Her eyes are closed, but I don’t care. I press my hand over her mouth and close my eyes too. And then I spill inside her. Throwing my head back to let out a groan of relief.

Her legs are trembling from the exertion. Little spasms as she gasps for breath. I laugh a little as I roll off to the side and wrap my arms around her. “What’s wrong, baby? Too much for you tonight?”

No answer.

I bury my head into her neck and smell her hair.

“Did you get a new shampoo?” I ask. “You smell so different.”

No answer.

“You want a date with Bric on Sunday? Hmm? We can skip Smith if you want.” I kiss her neck and then pull back and open my eyes. Trying to get an idea if she’s up for this kind of fun. It’s been a while so I—

I blink my eyes. Three times, fast.


“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m sorry—”

But I’m up and out of the bed, fisting her hair and pulling her with me. She drops to the floor, whimpering.

“I’m sorry,” she says again.

“Who the fuck are you?” I ask. “Where the fuck is Rochelle?”

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”


JA Huss is the 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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Sunday, January 15, 2017

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Making Bad Choices by Rita Stradling {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Making Bad Choices by Rita Stradling

Release Date: January 10th 2017
Pages: 404
Genres: New Adult, Romance

Culter Fuller came back into my life on the day my mother died, as if losing my mother wasn't bad enough.

We hated each other since childhood. Well, I hated him. He had a very different story. 

When I moved to my dad's house to finish my last semester of high school, we went from bitter enemies to. . . something else. He was suddenly everywhere, occupying my space, determined to pull me into his life, filling me with thoughts I knew were wrong. 

I knew that soon we would cross a line that should never be crossed. 

I knew crossing that line could have very serious consequences; because Culter Fuller wasn't just any irresistible boy, Culter Fuller was my stepbrother. 

But, I was always very bad at making the right choices.

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“If I think you might disappear on me, I’ll just be thinking about that all night, and I don’t want to have to deal with that shit. Just not worth going for me,” Culter said.

Wow, he made me feel like I was his odious chore, that was nice. I found it ridiculous that he was giving me a hard time about going off with people.

“Just go do your thing, Culter, I’ll be fine.” I might have put a fair dose of insinuation into my words, but the whole conversation was bugging me. I stood, gathering my makeup from the floor as I did.

“What’s my thing?”

“Like I know,” I mumbled.

“Sounds like you think you know,” he said. He stood too, stepping a little closer.

“It doesn’t matter.” I threw my stuff onto my bed.

He stepped in even closer, way too close, and smirked down at me. “Come on, I want to know. What’s my thing, Cassie?”

I licked my lips, before saying, “Threesomes.”

His smirk only grew. “Is that your thing, too?”

“What do you think?” I rolled my eyes, but I felt embarrassed.

He looked like he was going to laugh at me. “I’m not going to Spencer’s party for a threesome.”

“I wasn’t saying that.” I felt my face flushing as I talked to him and I wanted to step away, but at the same time, I didn’t.

He reached up and wound a lock of my hair around his finger. “That was my first threesome, and it wasn’t really one. And it wasn’t my thing. Spooning later, though, that was my thing.”

I looked up into his blue gaze, wondering if he was saying what I thought he was saying. Or had he spooned those girls? I looked away, deciding that I didn’t want to know. Well, I wanted to know, but I shouldn’t know. I was all tangled up in my thoughts, thoughts I shouldn’t even be having in the first place.

Culter’s phone rang, puncturing the tension building between us, and I was very glad for it. Culter flirted as easily as he breathed, and I had to remember that. I had to constantly remind myself of that. I liked flirting, but this didn’t feel just like innocent flirting, this felt dangerous.

I stepped away, grabbing his phone off the floor and handing it to him. Looking at the screen, I said, “It’s Spencer.” Then I walked out and left him alone in my bedroom.


Rita Stradling is the author of The Deception Dance series, the Dakota Kekoa series and The Fourteen Day Soul Detox Novella Serial. She has a BA in Art History and a particular love for modern and medieval art. Rita lives with her husband and son in Northern California. She has an insatiable novel addiction and mostly reads young adult and adult: romance, paranormal, urban fantasy and high fantasy. 


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