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Synopsis

Aspiring ballerina Amelia Wester’s privileged life fell apart on her 13th birthday when the Yellowstone volcano blew and ended civilization as she knew it. Five years later, she struggles for survival in the bombed-out ruins of Charlotte, North Carolina. Her only friend is a feral cat named Charlie. A life of isolation is her only defense against falling prey to the cannibal element as well as from the other survivors, who are just as desperate as she is to claim the last scraps of food.

Jackson Martell is a security guard at a mysterious place in the mountains of North Carolina known only as The Arc. Five years after the fall of civilization, he’s sent with a group of others to kill off the cannibal inhabitants that now populate Charlotte, NC. A former Cornell student, he dreams of using this assignment to prove himself and rise above the level of glorified security guard. When he spies a young dancer, her graceful performance amongst the shelled-out ruins strikes something deep inside him. Kill her? Not possible. His fascination soon becomes an obsession, and Amelia gains a stalker.

If Amelia can’t remain hidden from the soldiers, the cannibals, and the other survivors, her life will be a short one. If Jackson can’t control his obsession with Amelia, he’ll screw up his one chance at gaining a better future. But fire is fire, and fate is fate, and the stalker and his prey may not be able to resist a future that will destroy them both.

This dark romance novel contains mature situations and sensitive subject matter, and contains triggers some readers may find discomforting. It is a work of fiction and is intended for adult readers 18 and older.

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In this next installment of the Snow and Ash series, we again have to warn the reader of possible triggers. Rape, Stockholm Syndrome, physical and verbal abuse. The usual gambit in this post-apocalyptic series.

We have Sargent Jackson Martel, and Amelia Littleton-Wester. Jackson is out hunting and exterminating cannabals, and finds Amelia, dancing. He becomes obsessed and stalks her, until he takes her. There’s plenty of sex here, and most of it violent.

If you like Dark romance and post-apocalyptic tales, this book is for you.

I give this 5 Kinkagasmic Orgasms.

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AboutTheAuthor

Heather Knight doesn’t go for billionaires with helicopters or country club fellas who sip Moscow Mules by the pool. She likes her men Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to know. She began reading romance when she was thirteen and apocalyptic fiction during college. She’s combined her love for the two genres in her new adult romance series, which is set shortly after a catastrophic worldwide event. Her books push the boundaries of both romance and erotica and are classified as Dark Romance.

Heather lives in the Mid-Atlantic with her own bad boy and dreams of one day leaving that snow behind forever.

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Wolfe

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Sometimes a romance is full of warm, gooey, love and romance. The hero is a great guy, and theres always a happy ending. Be warned, this isn’t that type of book. If you like your guys flawed, edgy, and oh so take charge and don’t quite care how they get the girl. Then read on.

Wolfe is a guy who has spent months upon months in a hospital after being found full of bullets. He ends up in a rehab center. Kiara is his nurse. She’s also a spy. Sent to spy on him. After months of getting to know each other, she’s charged with kidnapping him and keeping him contained for an hour. But what she doesn’t know, is that Wolfe can tell when someone is lying to him, especially women. Not only that, but he can take control of woman and have them do whatever he wants. What follows is lots of dubious consent, rough BDSM scenes, and some quite inventive punishments bordering on cruelty as they outrun the agents after him.

This is definitely a dark read. I’ll admit, some parts were hard for me to deal with, particularly one punishment when she was chained to a tree. But I enjoy a well-written dark romance from time to time and this one was excellent. It had me hooked from the first word all the way until the end. You should know that this book is a spin-off of her Dark Hearts series, which I plan on reviewing at a later date.

This book gets 5 screaming Orgasms.

5starreview

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Irrefutable by Ravenna Tate

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Irrefutable is the second book in the Tortured Love series by Ravenna Tate, author of The Weathermen Series and other yummy books. I must say, I am really loving this new darker series. It’s not as dark and twisty as some dark BDSM romances get, and that’s perfectly okay. I can’t tell you how many of them I’ve had to put down because they just pushed a boundary or hit triggers like a minefield.

We have Carolyn Lucchesi, who’s a career shoplifter and at the station because of a suspected Prada theft. When a jewel heist gets mentioned, her life is about to get very complicated. Her uncle Tony had not only been in prison for this before, but now he’d mentioned something like this happening. Then, he complicates her life even further.

Jagger is no saint. He’s been in prison before, but he’s changed. When he’s accused of a crime he didn’t commit by a curvy little spitfire, it’s time to find out some answers, any way he can. It’s no surprise they end up in bed sooner rather than later due to some explosive chemistry between the two of them. But something is going on with this jewel heist, and they have both been set up. Will they find out before it’s too late? Buy on knotty readers!

Loved the writing in this, and Jagger was definitely a Dom I could sink my teeth into. (Or, he could bite me, just saying.)  It took me a while to warm to Carolyn, but I eventually did. I wasn’t happy with her behavior in the beginning. (SO deserved a spanking or 10)

I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review

5 Moves Like Jagger Orgasms

5starreview

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The book so dirty it was banned from Amazon! Does that grab your attention? Well, grab a copy of this book, because it’s good enough to warrant that attention. But not for Amazon’s reasons, whatever they may actually be.
First off, read the warnings in front of the book, or included on the buy site. Cole McKade does a thorough, well thought out job of explaining any possible triggers someone could encounter in the book. On top of that, he explains furthur that if the book is harmful in any way to put it down and walk away. And if that’s not enough for you, he also offers a support group on Facebook. Well Done!
After reading it, I honestly can’t understand the reason for the ban. I’ve read subject matter so much more provocative from books on Amazon, yet, still banned. Makes no sense. The gist of the storyline is this, Willow who is stuck taking care of her chronically ill father at home, and as poor as can be. She’s on her way home one night when she witnesses a murder.
The murderer is a totally hot guy named Priest, and because she’s a witness, he ends up taking her. Problem is, he doesn’t kill innocents, so he figures he will dig around until he finds a reason. I’m not telling you more than that. I don’t want to spoil it.
It’s a great book, and despite the warnings, I personally have read books that have tripped triggers more. There are some episodes of what I’d call dubious consent or nonconsensual consent. Also, there’s a slur in there. But it’s an awesome book!
I received an ARC of this book for an honest review
5 Orgasms!
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Series: Crow City #2
Author: Cole McCade
Genre: Dark Erotica/Contemporary Romance  
 Release Date: August 22, 2016
Blurb

Witness to a murder. Kidnapped by a monster. Life hanging on a whim. Willow Armitage’s world was already falling apart; between getting fired and caring for her chronically ill father, she’s had little room for anything but survival. But that survival hangs in the balance the night she stumbles into a back alley – and watches a stranger die at the hands of the most beautiful man she’s ever seen.Lethal. Powerful. Unstable. Terrifying. The contract killer known only as Priest is a dangerous unknown, and when Willow wakes tied to a chair in his hideout, the only thing she sees in his fox-gold eyes is death. Yet for Priest, Willow is a dilemma: an innocent, a saint among the sinners he cuts down in the streets of Crow City. His code of honor forbids shedding innocent blood. Releasing her will send her straight to the police. The only answer is a warped game, and his promise: that he will find the darkness inside her, expose it, and prove that deep down, everyone is just as monstrous as he…and just as worthy of death.

Yet he unearths not a monster, but a smoldering and secret desire – one that has always terrified Willow, and may be her undoing. His touch sets her alight. His strength burns through her like flame. And his control melts her each time he binds her virgin body, possesses her, teaches her the strength in weakness and the passion in submission. But that passion may be her damnation, and in the end Willow must choose: Priest’s love, or her own life.

When his every kiss is pure sin…can she resist damnation long enough for Priest to find his way to redemption?

TRIGGER WARNING 18+: This story contains content centered around non-consent, bodily autonomy, sexual assault, bodily functions, and violence. Please focus on self-care above all, and don’t be afraid to put the book down if you need to in order to protect yourself. You come first, always.

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Excerpt

His fingers grazed the curve of her waist. With a gasp, she snapped her eyes open. He met her gaze, fox-gold turned hot as melting amber, fierce and animal and stripping her more bare than that exposed, naked flesh. She felt like a butterfly pinned to a board, held by his gaze, her limbs going slack and her struggles stopping against her will. She hardly felt it, when he hooked a fingertip under the bunched edge of her tank top—then ripped with such effortless strength, the threads of the side seam snapping apart one after the other, until there was nothing left of her tank top but rags of cloth. No, she hardly felt that…but she felt it when he teased those rags from underneath the ropes, as every scrap of cloth stroked and washed against her skin until she was nothing but a trembling tangle of sensitivity and frozen breaths building tighter and tighter in her chest.

And she felt it when that taunting, teasing fingertip hooked in her panties, slipping into the opening just above her thigh, and she realized just what he intended to do.

“Don’t touch me.”

Suddenly she could move again—and she writhed against the ropes, fighting to squirm away. But she had barely an inch of slack, nowhere to go but against the ropes, hanging in midair and so fucking helpless she would scream with sheer rage if she didn’t want to cry with sheer hopelessness. Was he enjoying this? Enjoying watching her struggle? Enjoying how her skin tightened and pulled and her nipples swelled and her breaths came shallow with every touch, her fucking disobedient body whispering dirty thing, dirty thing, give me more of that dirty thing while her mind and heart screamed no, no, not like that, never like that?

Was he enjoying having her at his mercy, unable to escape his every touch?

His fingers dug into the fabric of her panties. Clenched it against his fist. Pulled. Cloth creased, bit, burrowed into her dirty, dirty thing, her wet dirty thing, her pulsing dirty thing, and she was a fucking dirty thing when she arched off the seat and cried out and whimpered and mewled, as he dragged the cloth against her and all she felt was sweet-rough friction and that slickness, sickness, wet and running like a licking tongue.

“D-don’t,” she cried again, and yet he only pulled harder, the panties so much worse than the rope when every fold and crease molded to her flesh like liquid fire and left nothing untouched. “Don’t!”

He paused, held that steady pressure, keeping her on the end of a taut-stretched wire. “Are you a virgin, firefly?” he growled.

She spat in his face.

Panting, body heaving, she drew back and spat in his face, and watched with a sort of foggy, dazed satisfaction as it landed in a wet streak on his cheek, dripping down his bronzed skin like a tear. He remained unmoved, watching her steadily, waiting, holding her dangling from the one hand as if he hardly felt her weight and those damnable fingers pulling her panties against her flesh.

“My body is not your business,” she hissed.

“Right now, your body is my property.” He slid a fingertip down into the crease between her hip and thigh, the place where the seam of her panties normally cut in whenever she sat, moved, shifted; there was something too personal about that touch, so close and yet so far, a threat that made her shrink back even as that feeling inside her nearly exploded, that hollow feeling that seemed like a rapacious beast, a dragon with an open maw and empty gullet that was hungry, so hungry to be full. “I want an answer.”

He bunched her panties into his hand again, curling the fabric in stretched wrinkles against his palm—and this time when he pulled he gave no quarter, a single sharp rip and a sound of cloth tearing like tape pulling off the spool, high and shrill. There was a moment’s painful bite, a muted cry welling in her throat, and then the pressure eased as the tatters of her panties fell, forgotten, to the floor.

Still he watched her. And she, naked with nowhere to hide, curled into herself; she felt her nudity like a presence, like a thing touching her and twisting over her flesh to force her to feel every moment of her exposure, every moment of her vulnerability and helplessness. Priest said nothing. He didn’t need to. He never needed to. When he wanted an answer, he got one, and would wait her out as he had before, implacable and unmoving and relentless. She had always imagined men like him to be all force, all bluster, all violence and snarling and threats.

She was quickly learning that silence—silence and careful, metered application of just enough strength to drive his point home—was just as effective as force.

And just as frightening.

Dangling from his grip like a puppy, she hung her head. Anything not to meet those piercing eyes; anything not to feel the shame of giving in to the quiet demand in his gaze; anything to make this end, so he would stop tormenting her and leave her alone.

“…yes,” she mumbled. Still he didn’t speak, or put her down. Defeat sparked into frustration, and she glared at him from under the fall of her hair. “Yes, all right? Are you happy? Is that what you fucking wanted to know?”“Yes,” he said simply, and lowered her to the floor.

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Author Bio

 

Cole McCade is a New Orleans-born Southern boy without the Southern accent, currently residing somewhere in Seattle. He spends his days as a suit-and-tie corporate consultant and business writer, and his nights writing contemporary romance and erotica that flirt with the edge of taboo—when he’s not being tackled by two hyperactive cats.He also writes genre-bending science fiction and fantasy tinged with a touch of horror and flavored by the influences of his multiethnic, multicultural, multilingual background as Xen Sanders. He wavers between calling himself bisexual and calling himself queer, but no matter what word he uses he’s a staunch advocate of LGBTQIA representation and visibility in genre fiction. And while he spends more time than is healthy hiding in his writing cave instead of hanging around social media, you can generally find him in these usual haunts:


He’s recently launched the Speak Project, an online open-access platform where anyone can anonymously or openly share or read stories of abuse – a way for survivors to overcome the silencing tactics of abusers to speak out against what was done to them, and let other survivors know they’re not alone.

He also runs an advice column called Dammit, Cole, where he occasionally answers questions about everything from romance and dating to the culture of hypermasculinity, from the perspective of a male romance author:


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She’s every man’s wet dream. Every night on the TV, broadcasting the news with her tight skirts and tits in front of the world.

I’ve sat back and watched as she thinks she runs the world, directing everyone and everything. But her time is up. I’ve planned this for too long.

She’s mine and I plan to have her—all of her.

Erika

I’m content. My career is going places. My marriage is safe. I don’t want anything to rock my world, until I have no choice. Until Sir.

Now it will never be the same.

**There is no cheating in this book. Sit back and enjoy…withhold judgment until the very end. We promise a sappy love story, some hot and sexy BDSM, and a HEA…it’s time for your next bookgasm!

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jadeJade Sinner is two friends, two New York Times bestselling authors, and two chicks with a secret. We like to write sexy, dirty books—the kind of books that would make both of our mothers blush. Since we don’t want to see that across the Thanksgiving dinner table, we came together and created Jade.

If you have a secret too—if you like to read books that make you not only blush but flush—if you like quick reads, hot guys, naughty love stories, super-steamy sex scenes, and the promise of always having an HEA (Happily Ever After) then we have the books for you.

We won’t tell your secret if you don’t tell ours…

Then again, if you like our books and you don’t mind telling the world about our dirty little secret, by all means, please, share!

We promise to keep writing until we have enough to keep you and your friends busy with bookgasms late into the night!

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I recieved an ARC in return for an honest review of this book.

His to Have was an intense book to read, and it dealt with stalking, nonconsensual consent, and kidnapping. This book may trigger some victims of violence so be forewarned.

Viktor is stalking Erika, he is obsessed with her every move. He watches her on the newscast, interacts with her in public. His one goal is to make her his, and to punish her for all of her transgressions.

Erika is a married newscaster, one night she’s stuck late doing the news. When she sees her car has been moved, she accepts a ride from someone familiar. She’s then taken to a remote cabin. I’ll stop there, because I don’t want to ruin the fun parts for everyone. There are some twists and surprises in this book, and it is very hot.

4 Orgasms

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