Review of Dirty Talk: Speak Your Dirty Mind! Why Your Words Will Turn Your Partner On by Brian Hughes

“Don’t put any limitations on what you can be in the bedroom…”

 

Genre: Erotica, Self-Help

Length: 86 Pages

POV: N/A

Description:

Dirty talk is an art form and the secret weapon to seduction.

Harder. Keep going, don’t stop.

Yeah, you like that, baby?

As forced as it sounds when you read it, many of us love hearing dirty talk in the bedroom. We lose ourselves in the heat of passion and take on a persona that turns us on in the most naughty, unconventional ways. Dirty talk gives us permission to surrender to our deepest, darkest, wildest fantasies. It is supposed to be naughty, erotic, and most of all fun.

This book is packed with over 550 samples on how to talk dirty to guide you through an incredible journey of lust and desire.

It will help you to understand the role dirty talk can play in your relationship and how shared fantasies become the glue of any relationship. Dirty talk is more than talking like a porn star. It’s about understanding what makes you tick. It’s about understanding what get’s your partner riled up and creating intimacy.

The brain is considered a more powerful sexual organ than even male and female genitalia because it’s where sex drive stems from. The right amount of dirty talk will excite the mind. There is no getting around. With over 550 dirty talk examples for every kind of kink, this guide is dedicated to helping you reach new levels of orgasmic bliss. So let yourself be inspired!

In detail, this book allows you to…

  • Introduce you and your partner to dirty talk
  • Identify the best sources for your sexy vocabulary
  • Explore your partner‘s interests and boundaries
  • Get inspired by 550 dirty talk examples – from subtle to hardcore dirty talk
  • Integrate dirty talk into different roleplay scenarios
  • Be intimate with your partner at any distance through the art of sexting

Jennifer’s Review:

*I received this book free from the author.*

Let me start this review by saying this is more directed toward single people or people not in a serious relationship, at least that was the impression we received as my partner and I read through the pages together.

It talks about how to initiate discussions with your partner and let me just say that reading it with them is one hell of a way. I’d suggest it for anyone who could get away with it.

As for the book itself…for me personally there were a few scenarios and quotes that I could see fitting my life, but for the most part it covered more things I would never want to say or do. Like I said previously it would be better suited for single people or non-serious relationships. This is kind of like a guidebook for people coming into their sexuality and how to discover what they like and how to share those likes with their partners.

My favorite quotes are:

“The eyes and face are not always good indicators, because someone who is interested but shy may look at the ground or look away, and someone who is repelled may look at you in surprise or shock. The body and feet are easier to interpret; someone who is pulled to you will point toward you, and someone who is repelled will point away.” – Can’t say I knew this, but I’ll never forget it.

And the one that made me laugh…

“And perhaps the best and fasted way to communicate those desires to your partner is to say something. So spit out the ball gag — don’t worry, you can put it back in later — and use your tongue for something other than massaging those nerve endings.”

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Review of Aloha in Love by Jennifer Watts

“Ohana means family”

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Length: 218 Pages

Description:

When twenty-seven year old Real Estate broker, Ashley Walsh, learns that her husband’s business trips aren’t strictly for business she uproots her life and buys a one-way ticket to Hawaii.

And what better place to start over than a sleepy little surf town on Maui’s North Shore? Life in Paia moves at a different pace and surrounded by nothing but blue skies and crystal clear water Ashley receives a warm Aloha welcome from all of the locals.

At least from all but one of them.

One kama’aina in particular who seems to have no interest in bringing Ashley into the fold is her bossy and brooding landlord, Kane Keo. At six-foot-five inches of solid muscle, Kane has a temper almost as dangerous as the rumors that swirl around him. He won’t let Ashley close but he won’t let her out of his sight either and she quickly learns that the board short clad, barefoot brute is the polar opposite of her cufflink-wearing ex-husband.

When Ashley realizes that Kane is the one who holds the key to turning her passion into a viable career she swallows her pride and plays nice with the domineering alpha to get what she wants, and for the first time since trading in her designer heels for flip flops she forges a new path that feeds her soul.

But all too soon past and present collide, threatening to take away the very peace that she’s been searching for and leaving Ashley to wonder if she’s destined for the life she once knew or if she’s finally found the perfect paradise to call home.

Mindy’s Review:

*I received this book free from the author.*

Ashley Walsh is a real estate broker that works for her husbands father. Ashley has been married to her husband for four years and has even tried all kinds of fertility treatments to have baby. When she finds out that he is cheating on her she makes a decision to give up all that she has to move to Hawaii and start all over.

Kane Keo owns  bar in the small town of Paia. He also happens to be Ashley’s new landlord. Kane has had a rough past and with all the rumors going around about him he tends to keep to himself.

Ashley meets Kane at his bar called Salty’s. She quickly discovers that he is a rude, arrogant and bossy man. However he is very nice to look at.  The one good thing that came from this bar is the new friends that she is making. The locals take to Ashley right away and make her feel at home.

As time goes on she is exploring Hawaii with her new friends. However it never fails that the tall brooding man is never far away from her. The more that she is around Kane the more she wants to know about him. HIs story is heartbreaking to say the least. This is what makes you want him to find his soul mate in Ashley.

Ashley is loving her new life. That is until her husband shows up to ruin her plans. One thing about a small community is that you become family and no one messes with family. Damn, this book is HOT!

This was such a fun book to read. This is one of those books that you pray they turn into a movie. I would watch this one over and over. The characters are fun and you just feel as you have made a friendship with all of them.  I definitely fell in love with this book and would love if the other characters have their own story written.

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Review of Torian (A Mafia Forbedden Romance) by Eden Summers

“Money is power, but family is everything”

Genre:  Contemporary Romance, Action and Adventure

Length: 480 Pages

Description:

He’s my nemesis.
My tormentor.
A notorious criminal with a smoldering smile to mask the devil hidden beneath.

Conniving. Threatening. Brutal.
He stalks me from the shadows.
Makes me itch to place him behind bars.

But he has an offer I can’t refuse.
A major risk with the perfect reward.

I can’t let down my guard.
Can’t be tempted to trust him.

Not even when I begin to understand his corrupt ways.

Because the only face the devil shows is the one he wants you to see.
And all I’m seeing is hunger.

Mindy’s Review:

*I received this book free from the author.*

Cole Torian might not live on the right side of the law but the last thing he wants is his name to be associated with his father. Cole was raised by his father and has been in the criminal word since he could talk. The one thing that is above everything else in his life is his siblings and their families. When he has to do the unthinkable to his father a smart mouth FBI agent messes up all his plans.

Anissa Fox is a FBI agent that would love to see nothing more than the Torian family behind bars. When she crosses paths with Cole she never could of imagined what she was going to walk into.

Wow, this book caught my attention right away. Cole is a criminal that has the looks and the money. Anissa just wants to take all of that from him. When Cole and Anissa start spending time together (against her will) she starts to see a side of him that makes her think he might just be a good person. When he offers her a deal that she cannot refuse she proves that she is in come hell or high water.

This was a great read. The book sucks you in from the first chapter and you have a hard time putting it down. I had so many emotions while reading this. I really felt for Anissa and Cole. I do feel like the ending kind of left me hanging but I would definitely read it again.

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Review of Nothing But Trouble (Credence, Colorado #1) by Amy Andrews

“Six years of professionalism, bickering, and friendship. Best. Foreplay. Ever.” 

 

Genre:  Contemporary Romance

Length: 400 Pages

POV: Third Person

Description:

For five years, Cecilia Morgan’s entire existence has revolved around playing personal assistant to self-centered former NFL quarterback Wade Carter. But just when she finally gives her notice, his father’s health fails, and Wade whisks her back to his hometown. CC will stay for his dad—for now—even if that means ignoring how sexy her boss is starting to look in his Wranglers.

To say CC’s notice is a bombshell is an insult to bombs. Wade can’t imagine his life without his “left tackle.” She’s the only person who can tell him “no” and strangely, it’s his favorite quality. He’ll do anything to keep her from leaving, even if it means playing dirty and dragging her back to Credence, Colorado, with him.

But now they’re living under the same roof, getting involved in small-town politics, and bickering like an old married couple. Suddenly, five years of fighting is starting to feel a whole lot like foreplay. What’s a quarterback to do when he realizes he might be falling for his “left tackle”? Throw a Hail Mary she’ll never see coming, of course.

Jennifer’s Review:

*I received this book free from Entangled Publishing via NetGalley.*

Cecilia has to be one of the best PA’s ever. The things she’s had to do over the past five and a half years is beyond insane. Everything from supporting Nerds habits to consoling Wade’s latest conquest. Not to mention doing it 24/7.

Wade is kind of self centered. Yes, he’s NFL royalty. But, to everyone in his hometown he’s just Wade, and no one minds telling him the way things are. Credence may be a dying town, but the people in it are refreshing.

Being in Credence effects Cecilia and Wade in ways neither ever expected. The small town magic wound around them changing a strictly work relationship into a friendship then into…more.

“It’s just…seeing you in my number…it hits me right here.” He slapped his abdomen. “I’m not one of those guys who needs to brand a woman, but when I see you in that shirt it makes me want to get a big black Sharpie or a tattoo gun and mark it all over your skin.”

Nothing But Trouble is an entertaining romance story that’s wrapped in humor. I love how Wade’s ego gets shot down by Cecilia and his hometown friends. I loved his mother and her no nonsense attitude. Honestly, I loved all the characters. Amy Andrews brings each and every one of them to life. From Wyatt and Jenny to Wilbur and George they all grab your attention and make you adore them.

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Review of Ignite (Dark Kings #15) by Donna Grant

“There’s no other place I’d rather be than with you.”

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Shifter Romance, Suspense

Length: 416 Pages

POV: Third Person

Description:

Every inch of him was molded as if from granite…and her blood ran like fire…

For centuries, V has waited to awaken from his doomed sleep and reclaim his destiny. But this Dragon King–one among a legion of legendary warriors sworn to protect the human race from darkness–must first find a way to win back his sword. Wield its power. And try not to fall prey to his own illicit desires.

Claire may possess the beauty and soul of a goddess but V knows better than to mess with a mere mortal. Still, he instinctively knows that Claire is The One who can help him regain the use of his sword and restore his place at Dreagan. But if she learns the truth about who–and what–he really is, her memories of him would be erased forever. How can V love Claire truly, madly, deeply…and protect her from the forces of fire and darkness that could destroy them both?

Jennifer’s Review:

*I received this book free from St. Martin’s Press via NetGalley.*

I have to start off my review by saying that I have never read A Dark Kings Novel before and did not know this was #15 until I added it to my reading list on Goodreads. I have to admit it was a bit overwhelming in the beginning and at time throughout the book because it references a lot of things that happened in the past, but it also attempts to explain them so I do have to give credit there.

V is a Dragon King. One who apparently has slept most of his life. When he awakens bad things seem to happen. No one knows if it’s his doing or coincidence, but this time there hasn’t been anything catastrophic. Then again, this time there’s Claire.

Claire apparently had a run in with the Dragon Kings in a previous novel, but in this one she hides the fact that she knows of their existence. That isn’t all she’s hiding. However, all does come out in the end.

There a few Dragon Kings who play matchmaker with V and Claire, but putting them in the same place at the same time works better than any could have anticipated. They have been drawn toward each other, but fighting it. Some things can’t be fought long. They have one hell of a connection.

Ignite is an exciting journey of love, which just happens to take place on the edge of battle. The Dark, The Others, and psychotic queen, and a determined fae…one can only guess what the next book will hold.

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PROMO: Release of Hybrid by Emery Skye

Hybrid by Emery Skye

 

Paranormal Romance

Release Date: 5/31/2019

Est. 300 pages

Description:

With just one meeting,

Her life will never be the same…

Murder. Secrets. Paranormal. Demons. Angels.

Lexi is about to learn one deadly secret that will change her life forever.

Lexi lost everything she ever loved five years ago. When her family was slaughtered at the hands of an unknown killer, Lexi found herself sent to Fairmount Boarding School– an agonizing place where her mind is free to think about the mysterious person or thing who killed her family. Refusing to believe her family’s killer is supernatural, she begins an epic journey to discover the truth.

Hunter is an exchange student from New York. This mysterious new boy piqued Lexi’s interest. Little does she know, getting involved with Hunter could be like playing with fire. And… she is about to get burned.

Lexi can’t resist Hunter’s charm… or his supernatural abilities. As the pair meet and form an exciting relationship, Hunter’s paranormal secret may be exposed.

Hunter is on a mission to protect her. But from who?

Lexi’s life will never be the same.

Discover this young adult paranormal mystery today.

*As always clicking on the cover above will bring you to the Amazon purchase page. Preorders available now.

NEW RELEASE: Unchaining You by Vic Tyler

RELEASE DATE: MAY 23rd

 

About the Book:

If he hates me for what happened 8 years ago, just imagine how he feels now…

Do I feel bad for accidentally hooking up with the one who broke my heart?

… No.

Should I feel bad for extorting him for a job that I need?

… Probably.

But like I said, I need the job.

Life’s kind to some people.

Exhibit A: Devon Leo

Hot, brooding loner in high school → hot, brooding billionaire tech tycoon who’s an international mans!ut.

Exhibit Me: Skylar Kay

Your everyday average nobody → college dropout, moonlighting stripper nobody who’s drowning in debt.

The least he can do for breaking my heart is give me a job.

Yeah, the one I blackmailed him for.

I just didn’t think the job was for a position under him.

I’ll have to be careful not to get under him. Again.

Because this time, his reputation isn’t just on the line.

My heart is.

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

Skylar

A slow, synth beat starts to thump, muted, from the speakers all around the dim room. I was hoping for something a little more upbeat since I’m running on three hours of sleep, and the velvety couches lining the walls of the VIP Room are starting to look like plush black clouds at this point of the night. If I strain my ears, I can hear the enthused and muffled whomp-whomp-whomp in the main room where everyone’s hunting — for money or attention.

The VIP Room is just quiet enough for the patrons sparsely spread throughout the area to converse with the dancers whose time they’re procuring hourly. Of course, some of them aren’t really looking for conversation.

Like Bill.

The pudgy, leering man sitting in front of me looks up hungrily as I lean forward to fill his vision with my heavy breasts. Even though they’re taped down securely, I’m still paranoid that the thin, elastic straps of my black, lacy bikini are going to snap, leaving me with no more than black, lacy pasties with sad, dangly tentacles.

I say ‘bikini,’ but it’s the kind you’d never wear in public unless you want to scandalize parents at the public pool and become a budding teenage boy’s first wet dream. The kind that would never survive a cannonball, and the one that makes your nightmare of seeing your bikini pieces floating up right next to you come true. More like a skinny dip-kini.

“Destiny.”

Bill holds out a few Andrew Jacksons, and I push my hip toward him so he can slip it into the side string of my thong. He takes his time, his dry fingers grazing roughly against my skin, taking advantage of the one opportunity during our time together that I let him touch me. After all, he’s more generous with his tips when I let him brush a feel or two during our hour.

Lowering my voice to a sultry hum, I purr, “Stay for a little longer, Bill.”

He chuckles in that not smooth way — the sound gutturally choked by his bubbling lust.

“Can’t tonight, baby.” He lowers his voice, trying to sound seductive. “Unless you want to come home with me.”

He arches his brow with a cheesy smile as his fingers touch his wallet.

It makes me feel dirty. Very, very dirty. And not in the sexy way.

For eight hours a night, a few nights a week, my sensitive bitties of skin are slapped on with cash like I’m a papier-mache project. I’m basically rolling around in money, and if you mix in a little paste, you can make a cash cast out of me. But let me tell you, the whole ‘rolling in dough’ thing is an idea that’s only appealing to be entertained theoretically.

I mean, money’s pretty gross if you think about it. You never know where it’s been. Stuffed in wallets, forgotten in pockets, hidden in shoes or bras, dropped in gasoline-laden puddles on the street, handled by greasy, pizza-oiled hands, rolled to snort coke, slid into a stripper’s asscrack.

The first time I went home with a huge stack of tips, I did it. I spread out a bed of green and laid down on it. It’s really not that exciting. But go ahead and try. And if you’re more like me than you are Ebenezer Scrooge, you’ll find out that carpeting your floor with money doesn’t make it any softer.

It’s still cold, hard cash. In a cold, hard world.

I fight the urge to scrunch my nose, instead lowering them to watch my manicured fingers walk up his white dress shirt, his suit jacket lying forgotten next to him to minimize the layers between us. “You know I can’t go home with customers.”

Can’t, won’t, don’t want to. What’s the difference? In the end, it’s not going to happen.

Some of my clients are sweethearts. Just lonely ones. But some men, like Bill, wave around their money using the carrot-and-stick approach. The cash being the carrot, and the stick being… well, their stick. When I say I don’t provide those services, they don’t back down.

They raise their offer.

Bill’s eyes travel over me as he continues fingering his bulge. The wallet, of course. It’s not the only thing bulging in his pants, but at least he knows which of the two I’m interested in, period.

The lines in his shoulders relax as he gives up for the night and leans back against the couch. His doughy cheeks pull back into a smile.

“Shame,” he drawls pointedly, hinting at how much I’m missing out.

Considering that chipmunk sized tent he’s pitching, I’m pretty confident I’m not missing out on much.

But I hood my eyes seductively and pout a little bit. “You can always stick around for a little longer. You know how much I love spending time with you.”

Ten months ago, I would’ve never imagined I could make a man empty his wallet just by changing where and how I look at him.

I still remember my first day at Starlette when Sage, the strip club’s house mom, pulled me back from making my awkward rounds waddling around the floor. It was my first wearing six-inch fuck-me heels when I’ve only ever worn two-inch-high Mary Janes for church.

She pursed her lips and said, “Honey, if these men wanted to look at a woman who looks as miserable as you do out there, they’d go home to their wives.”

She made a science out of flirtation and laughed when I whipped out my trusty pen and paper. Gave me a big “mhm, you do that” when I said I’d go research all about ‘the art of seduction.’

Even now, Sage likes to joke that her greatest accomplishment to date is turning “Sunday School Skye” turn into “Devilishly Dazzling Destiny.”

Flashing a toothy, hopeful smile, Bill changes tactic. “Then how about dinner? Tomorrow night?”

I’m obviously not going to get him to stay another hour tonight. Lowering my voice huskily, I brush back his hair with the lightest of touches. “Dating is against the rules. But you’ll be the first to know if that ever changes.”

My own rules. Nothing against the other dancers who do date their customers. Believe me, I heard some of the cute love stories shared in the back, and even I’ve dreamed about a sexy, respectful millionaire who can’t resist me after a crotch grind, a motorboat, or an hour of very fulfilling conversation in the half-nude who wants to get to know the real me. And then I remember my clientele includes… well… Bill and his ilk.

No offense. Bill behaves (most of the time), and some of my regulars are nice. But even if I were interested in any of them (which, spoiler alert, I’m not), my stomach doesn’t get all fluttery with butterflies when they’re talking about their wives and kids. A club isn’t exactly ideal breeding grounds for a relationship… or breeding.

That doesn’t mean I don’t pretend I want them. I do. I pretend hard.

Winking at Bill, I peel myself off the couch and straighten as I turn around, looking at him cutely over my shoulder. “Besides, I wouldn’t be able to handle a heartbreaker like you.”

He chuckles low in the back of his throat. “Baby, I’d never break your heart.”

I feel a little bitter on behalf of his wife. She’s probably sitting home right now on a Wednesday night, helping their six-year-old son with his alphabets or maths or coloring homework, while he’s here, dishing out his paycheck for a few boob shimmies and butt rolls.

But I shouldn’t complain. After all, Bill is a platinum donor to the Skylar Kay Survival Foundation.

“You break my heart every time you leave.” I wink before walking away, swaying my hips and letting my ass shake.

A couple of wandering eyes flit over to me as I sashay through the room. This is about as private as it gets for those who don’t have enough dough to cough up for some actual one-on-one time in one of the Champagne Rooms.

Nothing sketchy happens back there, of course. At least, it’s not supposed to. But it’s not unusual for a dancer to take off her bikini top for the several extra hundreds she’s getting for the same hour-long session.

I’ve never, and I won’t ever. Not because I think I’m better than any of the other women (God knows I’m in just as much of a shithole, if not in a worse one, as some of them). But I’m just not that comfortable with exposing my nips to strangers who don’t even know my real name. Only my ex-boyfriend has ever seen my bare nipples, and that’s not going to change for any amount of money.

I envy the girls who dance here because they love flaunting their gorgeous bodies and basking in the spotlight. But I’m not one of them.

I love dancing — heck, I wanted to be a professional dancer — but I’d rather dance with clothes on and not on a stage with a pole on it. I’m a statistical cliche working here out of desperation.

“You can always come home with me,” Bill says optimistically, trying one last time as we head toward the exit. “You know I’ll take real good care of you.”

It does make me wonder whether men’s bedroom skills improve if they pay for sex. Do they try to make the most of their money? Or is it an easy done deal since the sex is an expectation?

I’d assume the latter.

Is it terrible that I assume they’re mediocre at sex? Maybe even bad at it? Horrible? The lose-faith-in-mankind’s-manhood kind of sex?

Either way, I wouldn’t know. I’ve only been around one and a half naked guys. The second one was a Tinder date that finished with a handjob that lasted twenty seconds. We took a longer time taking our pants off. Not our clothes. Just our pants. Like I said, he didn’t even see my nipples.

Tinder Dude definitely made me lose faith in Tinder, and I haven’t even tried hooking up with anyone since. Why bother if I’m just a heated, fleshy replacement for some Kleenex?

At the door, the bouncer stands menacingly with his thick, meaty arms crossed, glaring at the pasty, Pillsbury Doughboy-esque businessman.

Bill knows the drill. He pulls his wallet out so fast, I would’ve missed it if I blinked.

I brush my fingers along his elbow as I press my boobs against his arm, drawing his attention to my cleavage.

“Come see me again, Bill,” I coo. “You know I’m here from Wednesday to Saturday, eight to four.”

Maybe I should become a camgirl instead. I got the script down pat.

Thanks for watching my strip show! Don’t forget to click on that Subscribe button to watch me fiddle my channel!

Bill doesn’t bother hiding his disappointment when I pull away, but the tease is what keeps him coming back every week.

“Destiny,” he murmurs, his eyes still glued to my tits. He raises them to wink at me. “You’ll warm up to me one day.”

Internally, I cringe. I really, really doubt it.

But winking with a perfectly practiced, sugary sweet smile, I croon, “See you next week, Bill.”

 

*This book is scheduled to be released 5/23/2019. Clicking on the above book cover will bring you to Vic Tyler’s Amazon page where you’ll be able to find the book once it’s available.