Cover Reveal: S. C. Daiko Two Three Four


Title: Two Three Four : A Menage Erotic Romance 
Author: S. C. Daiko 
Genre: Menage Romance 

Release Date: Nov 25th 




Max Conti. One of the most eligible bachelors in Rome. Hot as fu*k and my boss.

Why am I crushing on him?

I don’t do crushes.

And I definitely don’t do falling in love.

But when Max proposes a “friends with benefits” relationship, and introduces me to his favorite kink, I find I can’t resist.

And then there’s Steve. Open to anything and a total hunk.

I shouldn’t want two men in my bed.

Except I do want them.

I want them so bad I can’t keep my head straight.

It’s lust, simple as that. No strings… just two guys, a girl, and a whole lotta sex.

I can handle that.

Sure I can.

It’s no big deal.

It’s not like I’m gonna fall for them or anything, right?


Sexy Italian Max has the starring role in some hot dreams and wild nights for Lauren when she leaves her life in Seattle behind to work for his company in Rome, Italy. There she’ll eventually meet gorgeous Englishman Steve, and then crazy ideas start to form in Lauren’s mind about having both men in her bed. When Lauren’s fantasy becomes reality, the two sex gods take her to such heights of kinky pleasure she never imagined possible. So what could possibly go wrong?


TWO THREE FOUR includes the never before published TWO, an updated version of THREE, and the unabridged FOUR. A panty-melting emotional read. 18+only.



S. C. Daiko, aka Siobhan Daiko, lives with her husband and two cats in northern Italy, in a converted artist’s studio with gorgeous views across the Venetian plain. Originally from the UK, where she was a languages teacher, Siobhan occasionally leaves her writing cave when she has visitors, and likes nothing better than plying them with prosecco and introducing them to the dolce vita. An avid reader of all genres of romance, she loves writing about strong heroines who know what they want and aren’t afraid to go for it, and hot alpha males with loving hearts.
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Review: Bossy

Bossy by J.L. Beck
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Bossy is a brilliantly stunning hurricane that will consume your mind and overwhelm every part of your heart. You will be left with massively intense emotions and beautifully epic feelings that you don’t know exactly how to process, but you welcome all the same. If you never thought a short story could ever effect you, then you have never read anything written by J.L. Beck. She will take her senses by storm and never stop her exquisite barrage until you have lost your footing and are left completely at her mercy.

Sadie is determined not to fall for her boss like every other woman in her office. She is better than that, and she deserves so much more. She wants respect above all else, and she will fight tooth and nail to get it. Cameron has kept his eye on Sadie since she started working for him. Something unseen draws him to her at every turn, and he is powerless to stop it. Will the push and pull between these two lead to an ugly demise, or will an unseen yet hoped for future win out in the end?

I never expected anyone like Sadie to be matched up the ultra-alpha male of Cameron, but she was his perfect match. She never took anything from him that she couldn’t meet with the same level of sass an honesty. I was completely floored at how perfect these two are! It’s completely incredible and truly blissful to watch their journey take place. I couldn’t have loved their story anymore.
J.L. Beck has accomplished a magnificent goal of making me feel, love, and fall apart along with her wonderful characters. She is an incredible author whose talent needs to be shared, savored, and appreciated by all readers who want the ultimate experience from the small pleasures in life. She is not one to be missed, so if you haven’t read any of her books, I implore you to pick up one of her brilliant works of art right now.

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For You, I Will Release

For You, I Will
A Sex & Vows Novella
Contemporary/Suspense Romance
*Standalone crossover with the Yeah, Baby


on Kindle Unlimited*
Isaac Harvey fell hard for his young client, Eden, the
moment he met her. After helping her out of a jam that could have landed her
behind bars, he wasted no time putting his ring on her finger.
Eden gave up hacking—mostly—for the title of wife and
mother. After a year of negative pregnancy tests, she’s starting to become
restless. But when Isaac takes on high-profile murder case, Eden dusts off her
keyboard and dives in, ready to help.
What she uncovers is a conspiracy that is about more than
just murder. With danger swirling around them, Eden and Isaac are forced to
fight for their lives—and they discover there is nothing they wouldn’t do to
protect their love.


The far off sound of voices floated
into the room and Eden sprang up, shoving me away with surprising force. Once
she was standing, she looked down at herself in horror, just then realizing I’d
ruined her shirt and there was no way to fix it.
“Isaac! What the fuck? I can’t
leave here like this. Not unless you want the world to get a nice look at my
I growled and yanked her body up
against mine. “First of all, you’re going to get yourself a spanking if you
don’t watch your mouth, and second”—I leaned down until my face was only
centimeters from hers—“no one sees
what’s mine.”
Her eyes narrowed as she glowered
at me. “What exactly am I supposed to do? And put that thing away!” she
snapped. My dick was clearly appreciative of the look and feel of her naked
tits pressed against my chest. Despite the mind-blowing orgasm I’d just had, he
was up and ready for another round.
The voices drew closer so I stepped
back, tucked myself back in, and snatched up my suit coat. I held it open for
her to slip her arms inside and it engulfed her. She looked so damn cute.
“That’s a good look on you, Eden.”
Jax’s laughing voice came from the doorway and we both spun to face him. Eden’s
face was bright red and she shrank down into the coat like a turtle trying to
hide in its shell.
“I—um—spilled something on my
shirt,” she stammered. Jax’s grin grew to epic proportions and I quickly pushed
her behind me and scowled.
“What the fuck do you want,
jackass?” I snarled.
“I just came to see if you wanted
to grab some lunch,” he explained, leaning casually against the doorjamb. His
eyes glittering with mischief, he gestured to something behind me. “Looks like
you’ve already eaten.”
Eden shrieked, and I glanced back to see her
scrambling to her discarded underwear. She snatched them up and shoved them in
her pocket before turning blue death-rays on me.


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Baby Steps
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Yeah, Baby Series Box Set
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A Yeah, Baby Novella
I’m Yours, Baby
A Yeah, Baby Novella
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A Yeah, Baby Novella
Until Death Do We Part
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Hello! My name
is Fiona Davenport and I’m a smutoholic. I’ve been reading raunchy romance
novels since… well, forever and a day ago it seems. And now I get to write
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Review: A Harmless Little Game

A Harmless Little Game
A Harmless Little Game by Meli Raine
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

A Harmless Little Game is a truly exhilaratingly, pulse pounding thriller that will claw its way under your skin and into the core of your very being. It will settle into the depths of your heart and seep into every part of your soul. Your small world will be rocked to its very foundation, and you will ask more questions than you will ever find answers to. What you will begin to discover is that this story is so much more then what you first believe. Indulge in every facet of this incredible story and lose yourself to its many layers and levels of meaning. This is yet another spectacular creation of the fantastically talented Meli Raine that you will not want to miss a single word as you savor this beautifully crafted work of art.

Lindsay’s entire life morphed into one never-ending nightmare one fateful night. People she thought were friends betrayed her in the worst possible way, and she was left with scars that cover her body, her heart, and her soul. After emerging from this hell, she scrapes her way back to reality and to being human again. She is literally hanging on by a thin shard of hope as she finds her world once again being wildly shifted. Running out of options and desperate for allies, Lindsay finds herself trying to skate the thin veneer of her life to not alert those pulling the strings that she has her own plans that will twist the rules of this old game. By a wondrous miracle hope comes in the form of her old boyfriend Drew and her newly regained friend Jane. Can she trust them with the information they are feeding her, or is she truly on her own in reclaiming her life and her freedom?

Lindsay’s characters truly blew me away. Her inner strength and courage astounded me after all that she had been through. I am not sure that most people would be able to pull themselves together long enough to acknowledge the world around them after living through such a carefully created hell much less have the determination to take their life back. She is such a wonderful character so full of hope that I couldn’t help but cheer her on. Drew puzzled me more than anything. I couldn’t quite figure him out at first, but once he opened up to Lindsay, I finally realized just how incredible he is as well. He went through his own personal hell after what happened to Lindsay. I look forward to watching these two hunt down and destroy the puppeteers and show them that no one will ever pull their strings again.

I have been craving and missing these extraordinary stories from Meli Raine. I felt like I could breathe again while diving into this fantastic new series. Raine is a dream author that knows how to make you experience every aspect of her story. She effortlessly pulls your heart completely into her world. You become an integral part of the journey, and savoring every step of the journey is an exquisite gift that I thoroughly enjoy. Raine needs to be on your short list of favorite authors as she will rock your world without fail!

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MORE THAN EXIST by Bethany Lopez
Women’s Fiction / Contemporary title


Love can exit your life as quickly as it enters it, shattering your heart in the process.

It’s been a year since my husband was taken from me in a tragic accident. I thought it would kill me. Now, I think I’m ready to start healing.

My mother says my idea of taking a solo cross-country road trip is crazy, but I see it as my road to recovery. Along the way, I’ll have to deal with the poor choices I’ve made since Ricky died. I’ll have to overcome the terror that his death has caused me. I’ll have to find my balance again.

And once I meet Luke and his young son, I’ll have to decide if I can take the risk to do more than exist and learn to love again.




“Hi,” I said, putting on a brave face and descending the stairs to greet them. “I’m Belle, you must be Matty.”

“Hi, Belle,” Matty said with a sweet grin, instantly melting my fears away. “Are you named after Belle on Beauty and the Beast? Is California always sunny? Have you been to the ocean? I’ve never been to the ocean, but I want to build a sand castle. Did you know mares can be pregnant for up to three hundred and sixty days?”

I laughed, utterly charmed as Matty put his hand in mine and pulled me up the stairs and into the house. I turned back to look at Luke, who was smiling and shaking his head at his son.

“No, I didn’t know that,” I responded as we went into the kitchen. “Yes, I’ve been to the ocean. California isn’t always sunny, but it usually is, and no I wasn’t named after that Belle. My full name is Mirabelle, which was my great-grandmother’s name.”

“Oh,” Matty replied, then yelled, “Cookies!” and proceeded to shove one almost entirely in his mouth.





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Trailer Reveal: Almost Bad Boys Series by A.O. Peart

Series: Almost Bad Boys Series
Novels: Almost Matched, Almost Broken Up, and Almost Too Far
Author: A.O. Peart
Genre: Dark Romantic Comedy

Would you take another shot at love? Or just settle on a friend with benefits?

Their heartbreaking past will move you. Their passion will make you blush. Their antics will make you laugh out loud.

Twenty-five-year-old Natalie Davenport lugs substantial baggage. One boyfriend after the next has been a total disaster, leaving Natalie distrustful toward the male population in general. So when Colin Hampton crosses her path, she’s cautious. Her heart (and some other body parts!) nudges her to go for it, while her head wants her to run for the hills.


Colin is one of those gorgeous guys who attract women, no matter the age or marital status. With a successful career at a popular Seattle radio station, hard body, and charming personality, he is the complete package. But something dark lurks in the corners of his soul; some murky experience that has changed him—maybe for the better, but maybe for the worse.


Will he steal her heart and stomp over it like other guys did?

Will she let him into her heavily fortified world despite herself?

Or will they settle somewhere in the middle—establishing the emotional boundaries to protect them from falling in love? 

“The perfect fun and sexy weekend read!”
~ New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author J.A. Huss

“A.O.Peart delivers passion, single lady laughs and romance all in one with Almost Matched. If you are looking for a fun, laugh out loud contemporary read then this is the book for you!”
~ Bestselling author Cambria Hebert

How far would you go to protect the one you love?
The terrors of Colin’s past are revealed and accepted by Natalie. Her doubts about letting him into her life are finally disbanded and replaced by a sense of security and commitment. But Natalie doesn’t know that Colin’s past hides more dark secrets unknown even to him.
When a delusional psychopath threatens Colin’s life, things quickly become complicated. Natalie’s stubborn character and desire to kick ass won’t let her step aside and allow the authorities to handle the danger. She gets herself tangled up with street hoodlums, befriends a Russian mobster’s high-maintenance girlfriend, and becomes expert at picking locks and hiding evidence.

“I almost died laughing. These girlfriends really tie the story together and Colin is a dream boyfriend. Another awesome story in this series. A definite read, especially when you love romantic entanglements, meddling best friends who always have your back, crazy guys in leather, and the Russian Mafia.”~ Pixxie Styxx

“This book contains some really hot sex scenes!!!(Fans Face!!!). (…) I read this in one sitting and I could not put it down!! I just love these characters and can’t wait for the next book to find out where life has taken them. Another 5 star read for me!! Way to go A.O.Peart.”~ Britt23

She answers on the first ring, “Natalie?”
“Yes. Listen, are you okay?”
Svetlana takes a moment to comment, “Yes. Why? Something wrong?”
I fill her in about the weird phone calls. When I finish, she says, “I don’t think this has anything to do with Catherine or Amelie. They don’t know you, and they wouldn’t call you or Ali. How would they even have your phone number or know your name? Besides, as crazy as she is, Amelie’s not the kind of person who would get someone to call you like that. I’m sure of it.”
“I’m freaked out. This wasn’t a random phone call. He knew my name. He knows how I look!”
“You’ve never received such phone calls before?” Svetlana asks.
“Hell no.”
“Okay, so was there anything weird that maybe happened in the last few days?”
Weird? Of course not. Unless we count as weird befriending a Russian mobster’s girlfriend, breaking into an eclectic art collector’s home who stole a jewelry-eating kitten, witnessing cougar-escort sex, and a debt payoff with designer shoes at gun point. I feel like my life took the insane train to Demented Town.
And then it hits me… the creep from the Doors to Hades nightclub!
“Wait. There was that weirdo in the dance club,” I tell her the short version of the story.
“What exactly did he say to you there? I mean, the first time he talked to you—outside the Doors to Hades?” she asks.
“He said to tell Colin… that’s my boyfriend, that Razor is back. And something that this is just the beginning, and that Colin will pay for what he did to her. I have no idea who or what he was referring to. Colin didn’t know either. We thought the creep mistook me for someone else.”
“Okay,” she says slowly. “Plug the phone back in and wait for the next call—”
“Are you insane?” I jump up to my feet.
“Wait. I have a plan.” How can she sound so calm? “Just let me explain and do as I tell you.”
Okay, boss lady. I roll my eyes at another one of Svetlana’s plans. Do I really want to know what she’s going to propose this time?
“If he calls, you let him talk. Even if it’s just crap that you have no desire to hear. We need to know if he’s close by. He called as soon as you turned the lights on, right? That means he knows where you live and he’s watching your windows—”
“What? Fuck no!” My hands start to shake uncontrollably, and I feel my knees go weak, so I sit on my bed before I could fall onto the floor beneath me.
“Natalie, listen. I will bring two of my guys with me. They are good at what they do, trust me. We’ll get him, but we must know where he is.”
I’m about to start hyperventilating, but I try to pull myself together. “Okay, okay.” As I stand up from my bed and take a step toward the window, Svetlana says in her measured, no-nonsense voice, “And do not go look out the windows now or he will know you’re trying to see if he’s close by.”
Geez, is she a mind reader or something? I stop myself and, instead, turn around to plug my phone back in. If I could only take a little peek between those closed curtains.
“What the hell am I supposed to say to that creep when he calls? Do I really have to pick up?”
“Just lead him on to see if he’s outside and if so, where. Let’s say, you stand by the window and brush your hair. If he comments on that, you will know right away he’s seeing you. Then ask him something to figure out where exactly he is, but be careful not to give him any clues about what you’re doing. Makes sense?”
“You’ve done this before?” I squeak.
She sighs. “Let’s just say, you don’t want to know what I’ve had to do before.”
I know, I know. This is insane. Normally, I would call Dad right away, but he and Mom are on their cruise, and I don’t want to spoil their fun. Maybe I should call Dad’s friends from the precinct or his PI buddy, instead of relying on the freakin’ Russian mafia? But last time I did, when he and Mom were traveling, things didn’t turn out well for me. Someone broke into my storage unit downstairs and stole a few boxes of some old, useless crap, including the hideous vase Mom brought from Greece for my birthday. Of course the vase was on the list of stolen items. Mom had a fit about me putting her precious gift in storage instead of properly displaying it in my apartment. Let’s just say, this has been one of many small disagreements Mom and me have had in the past year. You can see why I don’t want to involve my parents in anything that could possibly get solved without their knowledge. Svetlana’s thugs seem like a better option with every passing moment.
The phone rings, and I yelp. Svetlana immediately says, “Keep the cell phone to your ear and pick up the other phone. This way you can hear me, and I can clearly hear what you say to him too. We’re on our way. I just texted the guys.
Geez, who is this girl? I take a deep breath and pick up the receiver. “Hello.” I manage to keep my voice steady.
“Ah, Natalie,” the creep says slowly, his voice dripping with a syrupy sweetness. I’m about to gag.
“What the fuck do you want?” I snap.
Svetlana hisses in my other ear. “Play along.”
Right. I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. I walk there to see the idiotic scene better: holding a phone to each ear, elbows out, I look like a complete moron. I see the scarf, hanging limply around my neck and immediately remember the earlier lunacy of the day—breaking into Catherine’s house with the scarf wrapped around my face. I start suspecting I’m cursed by the Wicked Witch Of Madness.
The creep continues in my left ear, “Such a pretty girl, and such a dirty mouth.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t place your voice. Do we know each other?” I try. Nothing better comes to mind and I hope this will do. What I really want to tell him is to ‘suck my dick’. Yeah, okay, never mind the anatomical improbabilities.
He chuckles quietly, just like the phone stalkers do in the movies. Maybe that’s where this nut job gets his ideas. Okay, I can play that game. Or so I hope, because my whole body is now in full freakout mode, quivering uncontrollably, while my heart is beating a crazy staccato rhythm against my ribs.
The psycho whispers, “Maybe we do. Maybe we don’t. Or maybe… I know you, but you don’t know me.”
I refuse to give in to panic. I’m my father’s daughter after all, and there is no way in hell some ass-wipe is going to ruin my evening.
“So what’s your name?” I try to sound upbeat and flirtatious even, which makes me want to throw up. Besides, my acting abilities do not extend past the role of the Glow-Worm in the James and the Giant Peach production when I was in second grade. Needless to say the Glow-Worm didn’t have many lines.
“What do you want it to be?”
I want it to be Hang-Up-And-Disappear. Instead, I say, “How about your real name?”
Svetlana whispers in my right ear, “You are doing great. We’re getting in the car. Will be there soon. If you decide to stand in the window, don’t let him see that you’re holding the cell phone to your other ear.”
Ah, that. I totally forgot. I press my right elbow to my side and shake my hair down so it hides the cell phone in my hand. I pull my scarf with my teeth to cover my arm. There—nobody can even tell that my arm is up.
I live in the corner unit with most windows facing the street. But the window in my spare bedroom is on the perpendicular side of the building. There is a small patch, where in summer some of the neighbors, including old Mrs. Yeng, plant flowers and tend to the tiny vegetable garden. Right now the fenced garden contains only upturned dirt ready for the spring planting. If the stalker is hiding on this side of the building and not on the street side, the only place would be around the old house that sits directly between the apartment building and the garden.
I know the elderly couple that lives in that house. They keep an undisclosed amount of cats and two huge dogs that look totally mean, but in reality are suckers for behind-the-ears scratches and back rubs. So where the hell is he?
“You want to know my real name?” The creep chuckles. Nobody uses it anymore. Just call me Razor.”
I gulp. Razor? That confirms he is the asshole from Doors to Hades! His words from that night are as vivid as ever: Tell that fucking boyfriend of yours that Razor is back. This is just the beginning. He will pay for what he did to her.
To her… to whom? Hell on wheels.
“Natalie,” Svetlana whispers in my ear. “Is he talking? You need to lead him on. Remember?”
Shit, but what do I say now? I clear my throat and say, “Razor, huh? That’s your nickname?”
“Something like that,” he says. “Do you want to know how I got it?”
Not really. “Sure.”
“I carved a smile on someone’s face. He was an uptight son of a bitch and beat his girlfriend all the time. And then I carved a heart on someone else’s chest, because the asshole didn’t love his wife and cheated on her. Another one got a cross on his back for stealing from homeless women. Do you want to hear more?”
Who is this psycho? An angel of freakin’ justice? I imagine a tall, winged figure wielding a huge blazing sword. Okay, Natalie, focus.
“So you punish the wrongdoers?” I ask, getting even more disturbed by his confession.
“Exactly. One by one. Each of them gets the prize he deserves,” he whispers.
“And now you’re calling me. Did I do something to—”
“Not you!” he roars, and I jump, dropping my cell phone to the floor. I quickly pick it up.
Svetlana is asking what’s going on, but I can’t talk to her without letting the creep know that someone else is listening. She knows that, so I just keep quiet.
“It was him. The man you are with. He killed her!”
I’m stunned. Colin? What? “What do you mean? Killed whom? When?”
“Faith. My Faith,” his voice breaks. He’s sobbing. Okay, this is getting even more bizarre.
“Faith?” I ask. “She died in the car crash.”
“He killed her. He is responsible,” the creep says, and his voice drips with hatred.
“She was driving, and she was drunk. It was an accident.”
“Is that what he told you?”
I’m speechless. Colin wouldn’t lie to me. He wouldn’t. I can’t afford having stupid doubts about the man I trust over some psychopath’s revelations.
“This is what happened. And you need to get your story straight instead of getting all worked up about some imaginary facts,” I hiss.
He’s quiet. Too quiet. Oh, shit, I pissed him off. But then he says slowly, “I will find him, and when I do, he will pay.”
“We are here,” Svetlana’s whisper comes from my cell phone. “Lead him on, come on, Natalie. We need to know where to look for him.”
An ambulance drives by, siren blaring. I hear it coming from both phones. Okay, so the creep definitely is close by. I quickly say, “Listen, let’s talk about this. How about if I meet you somewhere?” I sound crazy even to my own ears.
For a moment I think he’s gone, but then he says, “I would like that.” And this simple declaration scares the living crap out of me. What did I just do? Svetlana better be there with her thugs and their big, illegal guns.
“Making yourself bait is not a good idea.” I hear Svetlana’s disapproving voice.
I ignore her and say into both phones, “There is a bar close to my apartment. They are open really late. It’s called Roy’s Brothers.”
“I will see you walk from your apartment, so don’t try anything stupid.” Razor chuckles, but his laughter doesn’t sound like a laughter should. It sounds like a menacing warning.
I gulp. “Of course not. I will be there in a few minutes. It’s just around the corner from my place, Broadway and Olive—”
“I know where it is,” he snarls. “You have five minutes.” He hangs up.
I figured he knew the place when he didn’t ask right away where it was. But I wanted to make sure Svetlana and her goons knew it too. As if reading my mind Svetlana whispers, “We are parked across from your building. Now we’ll be driving there. Keep the cell phone on. And stick with the street crowd. Don’t walk into any buildings or alleys on your own. Go straight to Roy’s Brothers, okay?”
“He hung up,” I tell her. “Gave me five minutes to get there.”
“You will see me with two guys by Roy’s Brothers. I will pretend to make out with one of them. The other one will be talking on the phone next to us.”
“Okay,” I say in a shaky voice. “Listen. I have the photo of Razor I took outside the Club. I’m texting it to you so you know who to look for.”
“Great idea.”
I put my jacket and running shoes on. Maybe I should bring something to use as a weapon, but I quickly dismiss that idea. Better leave the fighting to Svetlana’s hooligans.


A martini glass of sizzling romance, a jigger of suspense and crime, perfectly shaken with a twist of wacky humor. 

Where would you draw the line between love and trust?


When Colin’s feisty great grandma Helga mysteriously disappears, Natalie and the gun-toting Svetlana rush to the rescue. With the help of Russian mafia goons and Natalie’s girlfriends, they get more than they bargained for. Natalie invites trouble into her life all over again. She could find herself questioned by the police, or worse, her relationship with Colin could become rickety once more.


And so the race begins: with grandma Helga on the loose, Colin turns to the police for help, and Natalie is a stiletto heel tip outside of the law. But being in the wrong has never felt so vindicated.

“OMG this book has it all! Twist, turns, ups, downs and all arounds.” ~ Jackie’s Book Reviews

“Almost Too Far was a great ending to the Almost Bad Boys series. If you’re a reader who enjoy a lot of friendly mischief and sexy moments, I would definitely recommend this romance series.”~ A Novel Glimpse




A.O. Peart left beautiful but rainy Seattle for sunny but hot Arizona in summer 2015. She writes in several genres including romantic comedy, romantic suspense, dark contemporary, and paranormal.

Angela lives with her family and a chronically curious cat Cinnamon who behaves like a dog. 
You can often spot her in one of the Starbucks locations, feverishly typing on her computer and sipping coffee with cream–or rather, cream with some coffee in it. Don’t be surprised when a paperback you ordered from her arrives “decorated” with coffee and chocolate stains (kidding!)
Series Disclaimer
**Warning: contains explicit sex scenes, profanity, and high dose of both sarcasm and wacky behavior of the female characters. This is a tongue-in-cheek comedy with dark twist.

If you’re a prude or a killjoy with no sense of humor, DO NOT BUY THIS BOOK, or do so at your own risk. May not be appropriate for readers under 18 years old. **You have been warned**


BLOG TOUR: Sugar Free by Sawyer Bennett

sugarfreetourbannerSugar Free (Sugar Bowl, Book #3) Sawyer Bennett Release Date: October 11, 2016

Synopsis: Sela and Beck’s deliciously sinful tale of sex, lies, and vengeance reaches its explosive conclusion in the final chapter of Sawyer Bennett’s Sugar Bowl trilogy, which began with the novels Sugar Daddy and Sugar Rush. For years Sela Halstead dreamed of revenge, but the quest for payback has been anything but sweet. Now, once again, she finds herself at the mercy of Jonathon Townsend, his hands crushing the very breath from her body. And even though she escapes with her life, Sela fears she may never recover. In desperate need of shelter and comfort, she runs to the one man she can trust. Beckett North has stood by Sela since the beginning. But can he handle the brutal truth? Beck will do anything to protect what is his—and make no mistake, Sela belongs to him, heart and soul. The passion between them runs hot, even as their world begins to unravel. With the legacy of his ruthless business partner hanging in the balance, Beck stands to lose everything: his fortune, his family, his freedom. But each touch of Sela’s mouth on his skin, her nails down his back, makes it harder to let her go—and it might not even be his choice to make. Goodreads Link: Purchase Sugar Free (Book #3): The Sugar Bowl Series is a romantic suspense trilogy, and cannot be read as standalones. Get the first two books of the series here: Sugar Rush (Book #2):
Sugar Daddy (Book #1): imr About the Author: author-photo-sawyer-bennettSince the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions. A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone. Sawyer likes her Bloody Mary’s strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two. Connect with Sawyer: Facebook: Twitter: Instagram: Goodreads: up for Sawyer’s newsletter: