Wednesday, November 27, 2013

My Today by HJ Bellus

My Today
Book Two in the My Way Series
By: HJ Bellus

Lacey’s Story…

Covering up pain is easy. It’s keeping it tucked away that’s hard. I’ve always needed the cover of tattoos to hide the nasty past that leached its way into me, tainting me beneath my skin. Not the shiny, trendy tats, but the ugly broken kind, meant to keep the world at bay. If they weren’t enough, then my piercings, foul mouth and crazy hair usually did the trick. Life had taught me to never follow the rules, because when you do, you get burned.

That philosophy served its purpose, until I met someone who turned my life upside down. Milly, the little hoochie, stormed into my life and changed everything with her undying faith in me, her love and her shitty coffee concoctions. I found a family in Milly, and her sexy farm boy, Cree. She accepted me without hesitation, and never ran from the dark and dangerous secrets that I harbored. My new family loved me unconditionally, with their showers of sprinkles and impromptu dance parties. 

My life was perfectly imperfect until Tripp and his crazy-ass ideas of princesses. Our relationship is what most would describe as fuel meeting fire. We were both hell bent on burning each other to the ground. Tripp, fresh out of rehab, moved in with Milly and Cree to try and make a new life for himself. Tripp, the sexy as hell, charismatic beast, soon became one of my best friends. We shared our love of ice cream and tattoos as we blazed our own path that could only lead to a beautiful train wreck. The only question left is, will we set the countryside ablaze with our hot tempers and foul mouths, or will we paint our own happy ending filled with all the gushy shit normal people crave?

 “How weird of a couple we are.  I’m short and plump, you are a tall, sexy Beast.  We are both way beyond repair.”
“I think it’s pretty damn sexy, if you ask me.”
“Really?  Of course you would…you are a typical horn dog.”
“Lacey, I really like you.  There is something about you that makes me want to have you all to myself.”
“You better only see me or I’d have to cut a bitch.”

Review by Lil' Max
I don't even know where to start with this review.  HJ Bellus I freakin' love your dirty draws right now! Once again, this shit was off the chain! I laughed, cried, PMP  at times,  hoped, prayed,  was pissed,  and was turned on like a teenager with a playboy in hand. I was on an emotional roller coaster. I was so concerned about the turn of events,  I was messaging the HJ Bellus like "your freaking killing me right now" and "don't make me cut a bitch, which I only do when I'm in Love with the book!  This isn't your cookie cutter series!  Everything is outside the box and true to life experiences.  

This is the sequel, to My Now & Forever where Lacey is first introduced.  This is Lacey's Story. It's not a fairy tale romance,  but it will pull at your heart strings the way one would.  This is a raw, uncut reality that takes two very broken souls and mends them together.

"We are both broken people and not quite sure how to approach a relationship."

Lacey and Tripp are brought together one night in a drunken stupor. Each with their own Demons to silence, have no intention of becoming anything more than what did or didn't happen night.

"For all I know we could have sat around and read the Bible together naked."


A Badass, tatted up,  sexy, independent woman with her own hair salon.  She speaks her mind and doesn't have time for petty bullshit. She keeps it 100% real.


A Tall, dark, sexy beast splattered with tattoos.  No stranger to hard work,  helping out his cousin Cree on the farm.  Always there for his family, even though his dad treats him like shit! 

Even though, they can't remember their first encounter, they more than make up for it.  Lacey and Tripp's sexual escapades are so hot,  I thought my Kindle was going to explode!!! They have a banter that is sexy and sarcastic.  You will fall in love and fall apart with them.  

HJ has a way of making you fall in love with her characters one at a time, then you can't imagine them any other way.  It is one of the most amazing things I love about her writing style besides the sex, banter, humor, and depth of the characters. Aww hell I guess I love everything she does!!!

This is a non traditional family that loves each other with no boundaries and no judgmental standards. Lacey &Tripp, Milly, Cree, Annie & Mac, and Willow & Greyson. 

I said it about My Now and forever and now about My Today. GTFOH this is a grandslam book!!!
My first words after I finished were "shit. shit. shit, I fucking loved it, I'm laughing and crying right now. 

So if your looking for a great, unpredictable, loving, funny, mind blowing hot ass sex kind of series,  this is it! 
This tipped my scales with 9 out of 5 BadAssDirtyOutlawPrincess stars!!!

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My Now & Forever 
(My Way Series, Book One)

Whose parents abandon them in a trashy trailer when they are five years old? Oh Yeah! Mine do!

Hey Hoochies! I'm Milly, and I am tired of taking kicks to the gut. A broken family, an asshole husband and the loss of loved ones have left me crying Uncle, and declaring a serious case of the Fuck-Its! 

I had my heart broken, stomped on and shattered before I ever started on my journey to find my little piece of happiness. With a bucket list, a '66 Ford and wild dreams, I set out on an adventure that changed my life forever. Follow me on my journey that resurrected my inner badass.

I found my soul sista from another mista, and opened my dream shop along the way. Just when I gave up on finding true love, a pirate and a princess swept me off my ever lovin' feet and filled my world with sprinkles, mac n’ cheese and the courage to live again. They forced my fragile heart to trust and love without fear. 

Truth is, nobody’s past stays hidden forever. It’s an invisible monster waiting to attack and destroy. It has the capability to ruin everything you’ve worked to set right. All it takes is one final blow to the gut to end everything.

Get to know the Genius that created the My Series 
HJ Bellus
I'm just a simple girl who loves the country life.. .oh yeah! & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy! Be brave...

-Loves country life & music
-Gets the case of the "fuck-its" often
-Loves Big
-Hurts Big
-love corn dogs & candy.... & (sex & candaaay)
-My heart is happy writing!!!
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Saturday, November 23, 2013

Bad & Dirty Books 10Stars for Remy (Real #3) by Katy Evans

Underground fighter Remington Tate is a mystery, even to himself. His mind is dark and light, complex and enlightening. At times his actions and moods are carefully measured, and at others, they spin out of control.

Through it all, there's been one constant: wanting, needing, loving, and protecting Brooke Dumas. This is his story; from the first moment he laid eyes on her and knew, without a doubt, she would be the realest thing he's ever had to fight for.  

Ladies,  Ladies, Ladies this is the ONE. THE ONLY. REMINGTON RIPTIDE TATE!!!! He is the one book boyfriend you will never, EVER forget. In five or even ten years,  you may forget who wrote the book (which is highly unlikely cuz she created him), you may even happen to forget the name of the book (again highly unlikely), but I guarantee you will always remember REMY. I would bet my life on it! Let me tell you if you've read the whole series,  this is what you needed to complete you.  Yes,  I said it! To complete you because that is what he does.  HE COMPLETES YOU!!!  This is the story of REAL and MINE and beyond from his perspective! There is no fucking better way to experience this story than from his mind.  This beautiful,  complicated, sexy , protective,  Lion licking, creature they call REMY.  

Brooke and Remy's story through his eyes is all encompassing. It's hotter than REAL and Lawd help me I didn't think that was even possible! You get to experience his intensity on a whole nother level.  His teasing,  his wanting,  his patience, just HIM Every.Waking.Moment.  He is balls to the wall, ape shit crazy in love, and intense.  Nothing stops him from getting what he wants. Absolutely.Not.One.Fucking.Thing.  This man will bring you to your knees.  
"Tell me this is for me," I gutturally command,  teasing the tip of a finger inside her.  "It's for you," she gasps, then she kisses my temple and jaw as I tear off her panties with one quick yank. " 
-Remington Tate

I could go on and on, but the on the REAL you only need to know one thing.
You need some REMY!
 It's as simple as this Don't walk, Fucking run.  Do Not Pass Go, Do not collect $200 dollars, get on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo or whatever tool you use to get your e-books and one click this shit. Get all three books and experience REMY 3 times in a row.  He is everything you want in a BBF! No Fuck that! Everything you NEED in BFF.  Actually, let me be honest in a REAL boyfriend, husband, whatever you call your man! 
Ya'll can come back and comment on this post to profusely Thank me for telling you that Remy was the shit. Yup I'll be right here waiting. 

If you follow my reviews, you already know how this man effects me! In case this is your first time in my playground, Brooke took the words outta my mouth when she said

"Have your seen you? Have you seen what you do to me? You had me at hello,  you fucking asshole! You make me want you until it hurts"
-Brooke Dumas

I'm pretty sure I've made my point!

To Katy Evans this is your masterpiece baby! You knocked this shit out of the park and  down the block.  
LLF for life baby!!!!
#Team REMY

REMY was out of this world so 5 stars won't cut it! This was a REMY style TKO!
10 BadAssDirtyBestDamnBFFEverStars!!!

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Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you! 

Friday, November 15, 2013

Bad and Dirty Books has your Cover Reveal for The Return by AL Parks!

The Return by AL Parks
Book Synopsis:

Eve Carlisle had a singular purpose - sell the rustic house nestled in the Colorado ski resort town.

Tortured by her husband’s betrayal, the beautiful divorcee refused to give her heart to another man. But Jake had been a happy surprise, with his mesmerizing blue eyes, warm smile, strong but gentle nature – as well as being incredibly sexy.

She had convinced herself the relationship with Jake was nothing more than a fling. After all, she had a life in Newport, with society friends and a lucrative career as a family court judge. Still, Jake had a definitive hold over her, and she was finding it hard to think clearly where he was concerned.

The demons of prior failed marriages haunt them both, and threaten to end things just as they are beginning. When Jake tells Eve he is falling in love with her, Eve refuses to believe it can last. Returning to Newport, the hollowness of her existence exposed, she must confront her fears before she loses Jake forever.

The Return by AL Parks
Excerpts & Quotes:
She stood in front of the glass case, and pondered which pastry should would get with her coffee. She was starving, and hoped her stomach rumbles were only loud enough for her to hear.
“Eve,” a deep, masculine voice called behind her. She turned, her eyes locking onto the cerulean blue that had made their way into her dreams the night before.
“Hi, Jake,” she said, her voice elevated slightly. Then came the rush of heat to her cheeks. God, could she be more juvenile?
He smiled at her, the corners of his mouth turning up mischievously. Damn, he is all sorts of sexy.
The room went still, neither of them spoke for a moment.  Jake internalized what Eve had said, and realized just how she could have perceived something that was in direct contradiction to what he had felt.  Raising his head, he placed his hand at the back of her neck, and sighed loudly.
“I am so sorry if I gave you that impression.  It was the farthest thing from my mind, I can assure you.  I can’t do the ‘friends with benefits’ thing either and that’s why I left.  I didn’t want you to think I was just interested in getting you into bed.  I mean, don’t get me wrong; I am very interested in getting you into bed,” he ran his hand through his hair, and inhaled deeply.  “But I didn’t want you to think I was just taking advantage of you.  I like you.  I really like you.  And if I could figure out how to take all my vacation time right now, I would spend every minute of the next three weeks with you.”
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
Jake moved her hair out of the way, and placed kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, as his hands flexed against her abdomen.  A barely audible, “yes,” sent quivers through Eve.
“What would you like?” she asked, and ran her hands along his arms.
“You,” Jake said, and pulled her back against him.
 Jake lightly kissed her at the very lowest point on her back, and slowly made his way along her warm smooth skin.  Soft moans escaped her.  Running his hands up either side of her body, he cupped the outsides of her breasts.

The anger in her started to dissipate, and tears rolled down her cheeks.  “I’m desperate for you to stay, Eve.  I cannot imagine you not being here.  What can I do to convince you to give us a chance?  To have an even better life here - with me?  I love you so much.”
“You’ll get over it, Jake.  Trust me.  You may love me now, but what you feel will change.  And then you will leave.”
“Why?  Because that’s what your ex-husband did?” Jake stepped back from her, looking at her with incredulity.
“Because that is what everyone has done, Jake."
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Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Mine (Real #2) by Katy Evans


“I will do anything to make her MINE.”
 — Remington Tate

 In the international bestseller REAL, the unstoppable bad boy of the Underground fighting circuit finally met his match. Hired to keep him in prime condition, Brooke Dumas unleashed a primal desire in Remington “Remy” Tate as vital as the air he breathes . . . and now he can’t live without her. 
Brooke never imagined she would end up with the man who is every woman’s dream, but not all dreams end happily ever after, and just when they need each other the most, Brooke is torn away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.

Review by Lil' Max
I was giddy and as anxious as a kid in a candy store, just waiting for this book to come out. I almost peed my pants when I got it.  I knew that no matter how bad my day was work, how much my man got on my nerves, or how many melt downs my toddler had, NOTHING was going to ruin my night. Not now, that I had MINE.  I had a million butterflies in my stomach just thinking about Remy and how REAL affected me.  As I  frantically tapped the screen on my Kindle because was dying to know what happened next in this story,  slowly this shit eating grin creeps across my face as I read Remy's description. OMFG then my body remembers him.  Sweet Lawd Baby Jesus don't give me a heart attack before I hit 5%. I wanted to read so fast but I also wanted to savor every morsel Katy Evans was feeding me with these words and I didn't wanna miss a thing! 
Ladies! Remy is Back with a Vengeance and he is Fucking  Out of this world BADASS.  He is more ripped, still crazy alpha and still goes black!!! Every thing he says, everything look,  every touch,  every kiss is MINE. DAMN I got it bad, I know.  Fuck, I know but I can't help it he seeps into every fiber in my body.  *shivers slightly* Gah he is just indescribably MINE. When I read this, "who do you belong to" I fucking tingle from head toe!  Remy doesn't loose one bit of his Sexy, Alpha, Fuck ME. HAWT. Sex God, Overbearing, Crazy, Jealous, Overprotective Lion traits.  

Brooke on the other hand, pissed me off initially. Seriously, just because she started out so whiny.  I truly wanted to smack the shit outta her.  However, as the story unfolded and came full circle I could see why in certain instances but,  I still didn't like how insecure and weak she seemed.  It was like what happened? In Real,  she was more confident and feisty.  I guess any woman would be should be somewhat insecure with Fucking Remy as their man, but sometimes it was just ridiculous.  All I can say is that she is one Lucky Bitch.  I do Hate on her because I want to be her. I want to hear the words  "who do you belong to "  from Remy's lips meant only for Me!    And for the record, Remy,  just in-case things don't work out with Brooke,  I am READY.WILLING. AND VERY AVAILABLE for only you.  I will not complain, whine or disobey. just saying...  

On the REAL, as Brooke and Remy's story continues in MINE it is just as it should be and you will be without a doubt completely and utterly satisfied, humbled and swooned!

Katy you have brilliant mind and I thank you everyday because you have created the most beautiful, complicated and unpredictable creature that is Remington Riptide Tate and for that I LOVE you too death!!!

Remy is my cryptonite.  The only one I would drop EVERYTHING for. I know it's sick but I'm just keeping it REAL!!! If he was MINE, we would NEVER see the outside of our house! I am glad I only have to wait 13 days until I can have him at my fingertips. LLF for life!!!  

MINE knocks me out with 4BadAssDirytHeartPalpitatingoverRemyStars!

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Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you! 

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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Bad & Dirty Books has the Cover Reveal for Lost in France

Lost In France (Book 1) of the Firebird Trilogy

by Jani Kay
Release Date: 28th November 2013
Cover Design © Arijana Karčić, Cover It! Designs

Book Description

  Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance. Part 1 of 3 in the exciting new Firebird Series. 
Offered a thrilling new job, Rebecca flees her tormented past, putting as much distance between herself and her ex-lover, wanting a fresh beginning in a foreign city. 
On the airplane she meets Alain, a dangerously handsome Frenchman, who seduces her with his charming European ways. But her new boss, super arrogant CEO, Maxwell Grant, doesn't like her entanglement with the Frenchman; he wants Rebecca to himself...
Rebecca hates her boss and tells him in so many words - a career limiting move if ever there was one... 
Is Rebecca jumping from one hotter-than-hell fire into another? And will she finally find what she is looking for? 

Excerpt 1
Lost In France: Firebird Trilogy Book #1
Meet ALAIN, French winemaker and owner of a chateau in Bordeaux:

Swirling my wineglass, I watched as he confidently stirred the pot, tasting his concoction with a wooden spoon. Then he walked over to me, holding the spoon for me to taste. 
“Hmm, delicious… when will it be ready?”
“Only in a few hours, Cherie, it has to cook very slowly. To develop the flavors.”
“Oh…and what will we do in those hours while we wait, I wonder?” Deliberately licking my lips, I tried to be as sensuous as I could be, even though I was feeling a bit silly. 
“I know what you are doing, Cherie. And it’s working.” He leaned in to kiss me. “You are insatiable,” he teased, “just the way I like you.” Pivoting on his heels, he strolled back to his pot. Damn.   
A candle still wrapped in cellophane sat on the counter. 
“Mind if I light the candle?” 
Alain looked up and smiled, quirking an eyebrow. I sensed there was something special about this candle. “Sure. I bought it for later tonight. It’s a special candle.”
“Special? How?” It looked like any other candle to me.
“It’s made of soy wax. It’s all natural.”
“And?” I coaxed. The way he grinned meant there was more to it than the obvious. 
“I’ll show you later. After cooking.” He wiped the sweat on his brow with his forearm. “But light it now, Cherie. Its slow burning, it lasts a long time.”
I loved opening new things, so I eagerly removed the wrapper. The aroma of sweet mandarins filled the air as I lit the candle. That had to be what was so special about it. All natural and deliciously fragrant. 
Slow tempo French music played in the background, and the sensuous melody gave me an idea. I turned the volume up and started swaying my hips slowly to the rhythm. Checking for his reaction, I was pleased to see his eyes widened as he grinned at me. 
But no. Back to chopping the herbs, wiping the hair from his eyes. Then back to his pot, adding the herbs, stirring again. 
Try harder, Rebecca. 
Taking another swig of wine for courage, I went back to swaying my hips as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse in time to the music, humming the tune to get his attention. Jerking his head up, he watched me, his expression unreadable, but he didn’t budge. 
Shit, am I doing this right or am I making a fool of myself? 
The last button. 
Now what? 
I started this seduction, I was determined to carry it to the end. I pushed the blouse off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Reaching for the zipper of my skirt, I slid it slowly down my hips, then my legs as I kept swaying to the music.
He swallowed hard. 
Ah, gottcha! 
Pretending I wasn’t aware he was watching me, I stepped out of the skirt, only clad in underwear and heels. Slowly I reached for the back of my bra and undid the clasp, letting it slip off my breasts, before discarding it with the other clothing. He’d stopped stirring his pot; he was staring at me, his mouth open.  
Running my hands over ribs and then my breasts, caressing myself, I was going for the kill. Alain had taught me to be comfortable with my body, so I closed my eyes, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach while embracing my sensuality.  
Alain hissed loudly as I rubbed my nipples with my fingers, all the time swaying my hips seductively in a grinding motion. I swallowed hard. 
Oh dear Lord, hope I don’t look fucking ridiculous. 
He let out a groan so primal and raw, my eyes snapped open. His lips curved into a delicious smile as he stood with his hand on his cock, adjusting himself in his pants. 
My breath caught in my throat. 
It’s working. 
Running my fingers over the edge of my panties, I slowly, teasingly slipped my hand under the fabric. My mouth was dry, so I stuck my tongue out to moisten my lips. His eyes were locked onto mine, he didn’t even blink. My hand slipped lower, touching my clit, I let out a soft moan. 
Alain gasped, riveted as he watched, his eyes dark with lust. He ran a hand through his hair, his lips twisted into a smile. 
I pushed the pantie down, one inch at a time until it was around my ankles. I turned my ass to him, bending over, still in my heels, as I removed the lacy scrap of fabric. Alain cursed. I giggled, peering at him through my splayed legs, licking my lips slowly, my hands on my ass cheeks. 
He let out another expletive and with a few strides he stood in front of me.
“Vixen! You win.” He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the fireplace, laying me gently on the carpet. With a satisfied smile, I watched as he ripped his clothing off as if it was on fire.
He turned back to the kitchen. No! Was he leaving me here like this? 
I admired his ass and giggled at his erection standing so proudly, but I wanted him back here. 
He turned the gas stove low and brought the candle with him, a wicked grin twisting his lips as he blew the flame out. 
“You wanted to know. I will show you.”
He sat beside me, the candle still in his hand. I watched as he tipped molten wax into his palm and rubbed his hands together. My eyes widened as he sat back on his heels and stroked the length of his cock while looking at me, never even flinching.
God, it was hot watching him. He was so sure of himself, so comfortable with his body. It was sexy as all hell. He chuckled as I licked my lips.
“Your turn.” 
He tipped liquid wax into my palm. I was surprised that it didn’t burn. It was hot, but not uncomfortably so. 
His eyes glistened as he rasped, “It’s edible too, ma Cherie.”
My breath hitched as I rubbed my palms together and placed my hands on his chest. The warm wax glided over his smooth skin, the perfect lubricant as I massaged his chest, then his abs, lower down the v of his loins till I cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his shaft with the other. I leaned down to tease his tip with my tongue, the taste of him mixed with mandarin intoxicating. 
A groan rumbled from deep within his chest. He removed my hands from his body and pushed me down on the carpet. Holding the candle at an angle, he dripped the warm liquid onto my stomach and up to my breasts. 
My turn for a massage. I wanted those slender hands all over my body. 
Mission accomplished.

Excerpt 2:
Lost In France: Firebird Trilogy Book #1
Meet Alain, Rebecca’s sexy self-appointed tour guide in France: 

The ocean was shimmering indigo. We reached a spot where several boats had anchored and people were swimming nearby in patches of pale blue water which was completely transparent. 
We sat on the rocks to rest for a while. I couldn’t resist splashing Alain with the cool water. He laughed and splashed me back. Before long, I was soaked, my blouse and skirt clinging to my body. 
“Mademoiselle, I think I want to have my way with you here on the beach,” he said as he stared down at my breasts, my nipples were hard and completely visible through my wet shirt. Laughing, I jumped up and ran away playfully, hoping he would come after me.  
He caught me within a few strides and tumbled me to the ground. His arms caged me in and I felt the weight of his body on top of me. I tasted the salt on his lips as he kissed me, passion raging through us both as the water lapped at our ankles. He kissed my eyes, my mouth and down my neck. 
“I like the taste of you all salty,” he said huskily. His head dipped lower as he freed my breasts, kissing and sucking the saltiness off my skin. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, then bit down on it before lavishing it gently with his tongue. His hand disappeared under my skirt, stroking me through the wet fabric. I didn’t know how much of this I could take. 
What if some random people found us here? The possibility turned me on even more.  
“Come,” he said as he pulled me up, “time for a shower.” I followed him up the stairs, grinning as I checked out his fine ass. I couldn’t wait to get to the shower. 
My turn now!
In the bathroom, Alain turned the shower on and placed fresh towels on the shelf. His hair hung over his forehead, his jeans totally wet from rolling in the sand. As he turned to leave the bathroom, I dropped my shirt to the floor and his eyes widened as I stepped out of my skirt and stood before him in my wet clingy underwear that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He groaned loudly. 
“Cherie, you didn’t know what you are doing!” 
Oh yes Alain, I know exactly what I’m doing. Payback time, baby.
I fell to my knees and undid the buckle of his belt. He hissed through his teeth as I pulled the zipper down. 
“Sacrebleu!” He threw his head backward and fisted my hair, holding my head in place.  The taste of him mixed with sea salt was intoxicating. He leaned forward as if he couldn’t get enough of my mouth on him. 

 About the Author

Jani has been married for a long time to a special man, and her two children and their partners are the sunshine in her life. She is a voracious reader and would spend her last dollar on a book - always fascinated that for the mere price of a book, she can escape her world for a while and see through someone else's eyes.

Besides reading, her favorite 'thing' is traveling - she has traveled the world, learning about the ways people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the same things. Her hobby - Scrapbooking - keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects are her family and her travels.

Ever since she can remember, Jani wanted to write stories about people, about their lives and loves. Relationships and Happiness - arguably the most difficult things to master in life and yet exactly what everyone ultimately desires (in her humble opinion).

She would love to hear from you please email her at

Friday, November 8, 2013

Bad & Dirty Books has the Cover Reveal for Crave by Ty Langston

Cover Reveal for Crave by Ty Langston
The Cover
Book Description
As a reporter for the Wakefield Post, Harper Erkstine has seen everything. From murders to robberies, all of her recent stories have ended with tragic consequences so great, that she began to question if she made the right career choice for herself.
While all of her friends were dating, or going to clubs, she was winning journalism awards for covering the latest drive-by shooting or a home invasion that cost someone she knew, their lives.
She loved her job, it was rewarding to be a crime solver and get to the truth of the matter. As much as she loved her job, but the hours of a Metro beat reporter began to descend her into burn out mode.
She craved balance. A break, a welcome distraction every now and then. She forgot what it was like to have fun, to take a breath, smell the roses.
Was it wrong to want a great career and to have some kind of a personal life? She couldn't remember the last time she had a date or danced with someone from the opposite sex.
In the middle of working on a missing persons story that has rocked her town to the core, Harper decides as a favor to her friend and colleague to do a feature on local an up and coming rock band, called Crave.
It was a break from her routine, but Harper soon discovers that this band may have ties to the missing person, not only does she question why, but she also finds there is more to this band than just their music.

A Little Taste of the Merchandise
Excerpts from Crave:
Excerpt #1
As she rolled into the driveway, she grabbed the blue folder and CD from the glove compartment. Her condo was on the outskirts of town. It was close enough to run errands, yet secluded enough to give her some much needed privacy as warranted. She was grateful that the only people that knew where she lived were her family and Ellen. If her boss Ross knew, all bets would be off.

She got out of her car and unlocked her front door. Dark and quiet, she was relieved when she turned on the lights that everything was where she left it. Weary, she placed her keys down on the table by the door and threw her coat onto the sofa.

She glanced at the empty fireplace and book that lay near the table. Not our night book, maybe tomorrow? Tell you, the things I do for my friends. She mumbled while she found herself in the kitchen opening up the refrigerator door.

She'd need to order food. The fridge was as barren as a dessert with the exception of some expired milk and yogurt that had probably been in there since early summer.

Grabbing a menu she ordered her favorite take out from China Queen and placed Crave's CD into her player. She plopped herself on the couch, it was a little after 5:30 and according to Ellen, the band's set wouldn't start until 8:50 so she'd have time to rest a bit since Star 80 wasn't that far from her condo.

The opening riffs of the guitar coming from her stereo system gave her not only second wind, but also filled her thoughts of the lead singer's whose striking good looks virtually leapt from the photograph and into her stream of unconsciousness. As her eyes closed, Cass's voice filled the family room with an infectious stir. Ellen was right. The voice was so intoxicating that one could get drunk from listening to him. If he could do this with his voice, what in hell could he do with the rest of his body?

She began fantasize about seeing him onstage, his muscles ripped and sweat was coming out of every pore, dripping off his bare chest and defined abs. Suddenly, he slinked towards her, his voice begged. "Come to me. Come to me."

His eyes seared through her body. Everything from the top of her head to the tips of her toes began to simmer into a slow burn. The more she listened to his voice, the more engaged she became. Just one touch. Her fantasy was so vivid.  She envisioned him walking towards her across the stage, his eyes, forever locked into her gaze.

"Miss, Miss." a person yelled followed by several loud knocks at the door. Harper startled awake and stumbled towards the door to open it.  In front of her was a small, elderly man with silver hair, who greeted her with a large bag.

"You order Chinese, miss?"

Harper smiled as she took the bag from him. "Yes, I did," she replied, inhaling the mix of Wonton Soup and Chicken Lo Mein. "How much do I owe you?" she asked while she pulled out a couple of twenties from her jeans pocket. "Thirty." He answered in a distinct accent. She had ordered enough food to last her for a couple of days for fear her schedule would be just as bad, if not worse than it already was. Starved, she gave him the money along with a tip and closed the door shut.

Excerpt #2

Harper wasn't in the mood to be bothered. She wanted to watch the performance, interview the band, talk to them about Darien, go home and go to bed. "I've been here before." She said with an abrupt tone, while she began to study her notes. She had hoped if she did that, he'd get the message to leave her alone.

Placing her soda on the counter, the bartender said. "Really? I've been here for years and never saw you once."

His hot glare nearly made her vomit. All of a sudden, she felt dirty. She tried hard to concentrate at the tasks in front of her.

Before she looked at the stage, she noticed the bartender continuing to stare at her as if she were a late night snack. "Well then, I guess you should look harder." she retorted.

She took out a $10 bill and placed it on the bar. It seemed to do the trick. The bartender went quietly to the register, got her change and placed it besides her glass.

And then it happened.

The lights went down. The crowd that was laughing, talking and mingling with one another was hushed into dead silence; turning their focus onto the front of the stage.

The first few bars of the anthem, "Rock me" gradually blared its way louder and louder.

And there he stood wearing a pair of black leather pants that hung low on his waist along with a long sleeved black mesh shirt, whose buttons, by most females in the audience, were grateful to have been unbuttoned.

After getting focused on the crowd, his brown eyes locked firm with hers, seemingly burning a hole into her soul. The photograph didn't do him justice. Everyone was correct, Cass St. Marie was exquisite.

"Good evening." He told the crowd in a deep, southern drawl that reminded her of the day she first tasted her father's favorite bourbon. It was sweet, delicious and full of body.

The more she heard, the more she wanted. It was heaven on earth.

He had only said two words and Harper and the rest of the audiences found themselves swooning despite him not singing a single note. His southern drawl and shoulder-length brown locks were enough to put any woman over the edge. His lips curved into a smile and the crowd erupted.

"Guess you're here to see us play, huh?" he quipped.

Meet Ty Langston

Author Bio:
As a child, multi-published author Ty Langston loved to read about dragons and knights so much that one day, her grandmother told her to "just write about them."

So she did.

From that day forward, she never left home without her pen, a notebook, and some kind of music playing in the background. Her love of reading expanded from fantasy into science fiction, and eventually into paranormal romance and erotica.

She enjoys different works from George Martin, Anne McCaffrey, Stephen King, and Jackie Collins. But some of Ty's favorite writers are from the world of TV and film: namely, Tudors creator Michael Hirst, and the late John Hughes.

Ty has a certificate in Broadcast Journalism along with a degree in Business Administration. 

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