Friday 28 December 2018

COVER REVEAL: Vas by K. Webster & Ker Dukey

The Volkov name is one I longed for.
Their household is one I grew up in, but not as an equal—as a maid’s son.
This didn’t stop me from becoming a man to be reckoned with.
But even with my rightful name finally given to me, I still feel adrift.
Until her.

Everything I did was for acceptance.
Everything I lost brought me to my family.
To this life.
To her.

I fought for my status.
I fought for my sisters.
And I will fight to the death for my angel.

She has shown me there is light in our pitch-black world.
That the stars can’t shine without the darkness of night.
She is the stars, and I am the sky in which she shines.

There is evil lurking in the shadows we create.
The corruption and depravities of the First Families have become toxic and are infecting us all from within.
Games have been played, and now, they must end.

I am Vas.
Vocal. Voracious. Vindictive. Volkov.
A devil in love with an angel, and together, we’re going to rule Hell on Earth.
Enter to #win a Signed Paperback of VAS!



My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of you seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles...prepare for the unexpected.
I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I'm not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I'm a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.
Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

Most Popular Books Published In January 2019

Vas (The V Games #3) by Ker Dukey, K. Webster - January 7th 2019

Tangled Like Us (Like Us #4) by Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie - January 17th 2019
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If I Only Knew by Corinne Michaels - January 28th 2019
Deal with the Devil (The Forge Trilogy) by Meghan March - January 15th 2019
Only a Breath Apart by Katie McGarry - January 22nd 2019
Moonlight Scandals (de Vincent #3) by Jennifer L. Armentrout - January 29th 2019

Evidence of Desire (Courting Justice #2) by Lexi Blake - January 8th 2019
Birthday Suit by Lauren Blakely - January 18th 2019
Finding Alexei by Kendall Ryan - January 7th 2019
A Place Without You by Jewel E. Ann - January 1st 2019
Drawn Into Love (Fluke My Life #4) by Aurora Rose Reynolds - January 29th 2019
Fighting the Fire (Warrior Fight Club #3) by Laura Kaye - January 29th 2019

Be the Girl by K.A. Tucker - January 21st 2019
Promises (Web of Sin #3) by Aleatha Romig - January 8th 2019
Damien (Stark Saga #6) by J. Kenner - January 8th 2019
Cruel Money (Cruel #1) by K.A. Linde - January 22nd 2019
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Raw: Rebirth (RAW Family #3) by Belle Aurora - January 2nd 2019
The Princess (Filthy Duet #2) by Lisa Renee Jones - January 23rd 2019
Illegally Yours (Laws of Attraction #2) by Kate Meader - January 22nd 2019
The One You Fight For (The Ones Who Got Away #3) by Roni Loren - January 1st 2019

The Kiss Thief by L.J. Shen - January 9th 2019
The Consequence of Falling by Claire Contreras - January 13th 2019
Fixed by Emma Louise - January 3rd 2019
99 Percent Mine by Sally Thorne - January 29th 2019
Run to You (100 Series Standalone #1) by Lara Adrian - January 29th 2019
Overnight Sensation (Brooklyn Bruisers #5) by Sarina Bowen - January 22nd 2019

Wicked Knight (Wicked Horse Vegas #5) by Sawyer Bennett - January 1st 2019
Vicious King: A Dark Captive Romance (Dark Dynasty Book 2) by Stella Hart - January 15th 2019
Come to Daddy (Love Don't Cost a Thing #1) by Brianna Hale - January 19th 2019
Darkness Embraced (Hades Hangmen #7) by Tillie Cole - January 22th 2019
Thinking About You (Forever Yours #2) by Monica Murphy - January 9th 2019
Forward Progress (Men of Fall #1) by S.R. Grey - January 7th 2019

The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air #2) by Holly Black - January 8th 2019
King of Scars (Nikolai Duology #1) by Leigh Bardugo - January 29th 2019
Stain by A.G. Howard - January 15th 2019
The Winter of the Witch (Winternight Trilogy #3) by Katherine Arden - January 9th 2019
Prisoner of Night (Black Dagger Brotherhood #16.5) by J.R. Ward - January 7th 2019
Becoming His Monster (Playing With Monsters) by Amelia Hutchins - January 1st 2019

Thursday 20 December 2018

COVER REVEAL: Come to Daddy (Love Don't Cost a Thing, #1) by Brianna Hale

Title: Come to Daddy
Series: Love Don’t Cost a Thing #1
Author: Brianna Hale
Release: January 19, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Rules for the New Sugar Baby
1. Are you worth it? Hell yes you are, ten times over
2. Hustle big, hustle hard and get out fast
3. Never, ever fall for your sugar daddy

I’ve always believed “I’m not that sort of girl,” but with my father’s debt to a bloodthirsty crime lord to pay off I have no choice but to dip into the sugar bowl.
Misha, a handsome older billionaire, is willing to pay top price for me. Something about my daddy doesn’t add up but with a debt to pay I don’t have the luxury of being picky. I’m the luxury in his life, his fantasy to fulfil, and I’m going to play my part to the fullest.
My name is Ciara, and when daddy calls, I come.

** Book one of the LOVE DON'T COST A THING series

“Ciara?” I reach down to help her off the floor. A moment later I feel her fingers tugging at my belt.
That’s what she was asking about earlier when she blushed and just now when she trailed off. She wanted to know about sex. I’m such a fucking idiot sometimes. I never said anything and now she thinks she has to do this.
I grasp her forearms and lean forward. “Ciara. It’s all right. You don’t need to do that.”
Her mouth is very close to mine and she licks her lips. In the soft lights of the car they look plump and deep pink and my gaze becomes locked on them.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
I’ve thought about touching her ever since she sent me those pictures. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head, in fact. But they were abstract thoughts about sex that were never going to come to fruition. That could never come to fruition, because I’m not who she thinks I am.
Now she’s offering to give me exactly what I want and my brain is presenting me with reason after reason why I should have sex with her. It’s what she expects. Sex is implicit in our arrangement. It’s what she thinks I’m paying her for. She might get suspicious of my motives if I don’t take her to bed.
I really, really want to taste her.
“Would you like me to? Be honest,” she whispers.
My hesitation tells her all she needs to know. Her fingers continue unthreading my belt. It clinks softly and loosens and I feel myself grow hard in anticipation of her touch. My hands caress her shoulders and her blonde curls glide against my knuckles. So soft. I push my fingers into her hair, caressing the back of her head, and she feels like heaven.
Ciara’s hand rubs me over my trousers and even that gentle touch makes me groan. She outlines my length with her forefinger and then traces the swollen head of my cock. I watch her, my breathing shallow, as she undoes the button and then slowly eases the zipper down. Her hand dives inside my underwear and pulls my cock out, hot and swollen in her cool fingers. A conceited part of me can’t help but admire how thick and long I look in her hands.
She licks her lips and I instinctively grasp the nape of her neck. Yes. Suck me. My gaze is locked on her face as her pink tongue slides across the broad head of my cock. Her hand caresses my length and she licks me again, wetting me thoroughly before taking me into her mouth. I feel the drag of her lips and then the lave of her tongue, and I groan and lay back against the leather seat.
Jezus Christus, how did you learn to do this?”
Ciara draws her tongue along my length with delicious slowness. “I’m a whore, remember?”
Anger rolls through me even as she slides me to the back of her throat. Has she been seeing other men? Aren’t I giving her enough money? She’s not a whore, not even when I’m paying her for this. I catch hold of her hair tightly and force her gaze up to mine. “Listen to me. You don’t see any other men but me.”
She nods quickly, her mouth still full of me.
“I’m your daddy. Are we clear?”
She nods again and I let her go, sinking back to enjoy what she’s doing. “Fucking good,” I growl, as she continues to work my cock. She’s heaven with that mouth. I look at the blush in her cheek, the way her lips slowly suck me, her eyes closed. From the way her tongue is caressing me I would almost think she was enjoying this.
Her hands slide up and over my belly and she makes a little noise in the back of her throat. Maybe she is. Maybe she likes blowing me.
I reach down between her legs and grasp her silken thigh. She catches my wrist and draws her mouth away from my cock. “Don’t,” she says in a broken whisper. As if she’s ashamed of something.
But I need to know. Suddenly it’s the most important thing about this. Not the money. Not my fucking brother. Not me pretending to be something I’m not. Her. She’s the most important thing. And I need to know if she’s wet.
“Baby. Let me feel.”

There’s nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she’s not writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes that pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures are possible. Brianna lives in London.


Sunday 16 December 2018

Sanja Vukosavljević - Samo malo loša

"... 100 strana do kraja knjige kao palo pomirenje ali 100 strana je za mene previše a pogotovo za njih dvoje. O moj Bože, ne da oni neće preživeti više, neću ja preživeti više. Borim se sa ovom knedlom u grlu, borim se sa suzama u očima koje iskaplju a onda ponovo naprave rezervu do sledećeg klizanja iz očiju. Nego da ja završim ovo pa da onda pišem... “
Ovo je bilo pred taj kraj, moje misli u glavi, kao roj pčela... morala sam negde ovo zapisati da me sačeka kad pročitam knjigu a kad je već zapisano ajd da ga podelim kao uvod u moj osvrt.
Pročitah Lošu, Malo lošu, just little bad ... Jesam li živa ? Hmm... Znam da ubrzano dišem, znam da ubrzano trepćem kako bi izbacila suze iz očiju. Znam da se osećam podeljeno, malo besno, malo tužno, malo srećno, malo jebeno dobro i sve se to uskovitlalo u meni kao vulkan. Kada sam preklopila koricu i kada sam završila ovaj život koji diše između te dve korice, odahnula sam i rekla sebi "Dobro je"...
Da, opet ja sa mojim ne čitanjem priča na Watt-u, ni trunku radnje nisam znala, ni početak , ni sredinu ni kraj. Da, živa sam. Znam to jer mi srce poskakuje, preskače i drhti na premotavanje slika iz same knjige u glavi.
On i ona. Ona i on.

"Jebeš ga, kako god nas posložiš, ona i ja uvijek idemo skupa."

Tako je bilo na početku kada je Dejan (jebeno opasan frajer) znao kako funkcionišu. On je ima, ima i ona delić njega ali on ima i druge. I sve zbog muškog ponosa. Pitajući se dugo kroz priču zašto joj se prepušta, boreći se sa muškim egom i onim što oseća dok zadrhti kad je namiriše u vazduhu, u blizini, uz sebe. Muškarac! Dejan! Od glave do pete, sa svim onim što nosi u sebi , sa svim onim izgovorenim i neizgovorenim , tako blizu njoj a tako daleko od nje.
On utopljen u đavolji svet, radeći đavolji posao i želeći i upijajući u sebe đavolju ženu. Sve za njega, ko preživi pričaće.
Svesni jedan drugog, svesni osećaja, svesni neizgovorenih reči, svesni nemoći da ono što treba da se kaže jednostavno postane prećutno iako znaju da je to jedino što će ih ostaviti na površinu okeana. Neizgovoreno ih ruši, kida, davi.

"Igramo se, šećeru. Itekako se igramo!"
"Pa onda neka igra počne!"
Podigla je obrvu gledajući me u oči, razvukla špil preko stola, a onda poslednjom kartom trznula i preokrenula sve karte odjednom.
Da, igra je počela, a nas dvoje smo glavni pijuni koji u ludilu ruše jedan drugog.
I nijedno od nas ne odustaje."

Ne odustajanje. Borba! Večita borba dve osobe da dopru jedna do druge dok im se srca miluju, dok se duše grle. Dve duše spojene na prvi pogled, razdvojene na svaki naredni pogled. Dva srca koja kucaju jedno za drugo, koja staju čim se razdvoje. Dve zveri koje se bore jedna sa drugom jer drugačije ne mogu, koje se bore jedna za drugu na mali trzaj opasnosti. Ljubav?! O da! Ona velika, epska, ona nečujna a najjača. Ljubav koja piše romane, ljubav koja rasteruje oblake i koja stoji ispred svake boli, tuge, svakog problema i svake mećave koja preti da je slomi. Ljubav koja se samo povija a ne nestaje, jednostavno postaje jača a da njih dvoje nisu svesni toga. Ni mrvicu toga što je u njihovim srcima. Opiru se, kao životinje u kavezu koje se otimaju za slobodu. Lepršaju krilima misleći da mogu pobeći jedno od drugih ali što više beže to su bliži, to su veze jače.
Jana, samo malo loša. Jaka, slaba, kučka, maca, nemoguća i dobrica, svakom po zasluzi, svakom šta ona želi. Dok on ne poželi, dok ne oseti njega, njegov dah, njegove dodire. Onda samo njegova. Ona koja se bori kroz knjigu da ga preživi, da ostane na prvom mestu svoja.

"Ne znam zašto, ali jebeno me plašilo jutro. Jebeno me plašilo ono što nas čeka. Jer s njom nikad nisi načisto. S njom nikad ne znaš kad će vulkan da se pokrene, jer Jana je to! To je vatra koja te sagori do srži bez i jedne opekotine, to je voda koja te udavi bez i jedne kapi, vjetar koji te oduva bez i jednog daška, zemlja koja te prekrije bez i jednog traga!"
"Samo malo loša" roman koji razbija mušku stranu priče o nedodirljivosti, o tome kako muškarci ne umeju da pokažu, ne da kažu vec pokažu. Za tim svaka žena žudi. Delo je ono što nas slomi i baca na kolena pred njima. Sa druge strane njih baca nešto sasvim drugo. Nedodirljivost, okrutnost, hladnoća. Okrenite muškarcu leđa samo na tren i pokažite da vam je svejedno, doleteće. Ne kao sokolovi već kao ptići željni pažnje. Ovo je roman koji pokazuje kako je ljubav na prvi pogled itekako stvarna, kako ljubav zna da zarobi i ukroti najveće zmajeve iz onih bajki koje su nam mame pričale. Sa druge strane, roman, koji odiše ljubavlju, mržnjom, koji odiše tugom, odiše srećom i sve to u isto vreme.
Ta hemija dve srodne duše prosto se oseća na prvi pogled ka knjizi, kada zavrtiš te stranice, osetiš i njegovu muškost i njeno drhtanje i opijenost najskupljim pićima kao i sreću kada kocka stane na šesticu. Uostalom, tu poruku imam ispisanu na knjizi,
Pre svega, pre pročitanog, pre onih leptirića koje sam osetila, pre onog besa koji sam osetila u više navrata i pre onog ženskog kučkastog osećaja svaki put kad se Jana bori za sebe, za ponos i ono što u sebi nosi dostojanstveno.
"Jer kocka uvijek staje na broju šest..." Pročitavši to na samom početku knjige samo sam se nasmejala, a sada pročitavši opet tu istu poruku, mogu samo prstima da pređem preko nje i nežno se nasmešim.
Nešto razmišljam, lepo se zavrtela ta kockica, jebala ih u zdrav mozak od početka do kraja na svakoj jebenoj stranici knjige. Dovodila do ludila njenog bez njega, njegovog bez nje, srozavala ih do dubina najgorih misli, kidala ih na sitne deliće, uzdizala vrtoglavo do najviših planinskih vrhova dodirujući zvezde nakon svih orgazama koje su doživeli. 
Mnogo toga sam podvukla da vam iscitiram kroz ovaj osvrt a onda sam odlučila da to ne radim. Možda samo da vam kažem da je ona bila "Samo svoja... I zauvek moja..." možda i to da bi ona "dala sve na svetu da bude samo moj zauvijek i da ga nikad nisam srela. Prodala dušu đavolu za život s njim i sva blaga svijeta za život bez njega." Možda i to da je on bio besan jer je pokleknuo i uprkos ljubavi za koju je postao svestan "Bio sam sasvim uredan onako neparan, funkcionalan. Bio sam ime, snaga i moć. Koji klinac je meni trebao da se uvlačim u kalup onog parnog?!" Možda ima još svašta nešto ali ja neću pisati. Obrni okreni ovo je roman koji u svakog čitaoca ponaosob budi različita osećanja, koja se svedu na isto. Volim kad me roman protrese a ovaj jeste, volim kad mi duša zatreperi kao što su se njihove duše volele, volim da osetim njihovo ludilo u glavi kada njihova ludila naprave vatromet u njihovim životima, volim da osetim podrhtavanje svog stomaka kada se sjedini ovo dvoje jer se oseti vrhunac. O da itekako se oseti. Mislim da sam ovim napisanim na kraju, kao čitalac donela želju i vama za čitanjem.  

Sa druge strane Sanja, kao autor ove priče je odradila jebeno dobar posao. Kada ovakva osećanja jedan autor probudi u čitaocu to je to. Nema dalje. Dame i gospodo vidimo se sledeći put. Šestica se želela, šestica je dobijena. Bilo je tu ivica između života i smrti, bilo je tu bolnih jecaja koji bude košmar, bilo je tu kiše koja je kuljala dok se duša odvajala od tela, bilo je tu i onih poljubaca u ugao usana koji preporode dušu ali najviše od svega bilo je tu života. 
I za kraj, moram da bacim akcenat na MAJKU. Milion puta možemo da čujemo kako nije majka ona koja rodi i nema je, već je to osoba koja očuva, koja zna kako diše njeno dete, kako uzdiše. Znam to iz ličnog iskustva a ovde sam samo doživela ponos zarad ovih redova koji su posvećeni Janinoj majci.

"...A onda sam ugledala dva crna oka. Suzna oka. Osmijeh na usnama. Lice tako mlado a tako staro, ispaćeno a lijepo. Ono najlepše. Ono najdraže... ono jedino što ostane da sija kad sva svijetla ugasnu... Držala sam se za nju stiskom očajnika, kao davljenik kad ispliva na površinu pa se dočepa tankog splava da ga spasi...."

Majka je ta koja ćuti da bi deci bilo dobro, koja trpi da ne bi lom do njih došao, koja svojim poljubcima i pogledima, dodirima i rečima leči dušu i vraća otkucaje srca. Sjajna priča, mimo one ljubavne, moćne, jake i realne, sjajna priča o ženi koja je privila u svoj zagrljaj dušu koja je pretila da bude odbačena. Kako god okrenemo šestica je Janin broj. I Dejanov takođe jer svaki nepar dobije svoj par. Poenta života i življenja.