Wednesday, 9 March 2016

EXPERT WITNESS : A Romantic Suspense Novel by Nicole Luckourt

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Blurb:

While working as a forensic psychologist, Jordan Clayton has made enemies. Providing expert testimony in court put her in that position. Except, now, someone wants her dead, and the bigger problem is she has no idea who. Fortunately, her colleagues have a solution. Unfortunately, it involves hiring a bodyguard to protect her until the perpetrator is caught. But he is nothing like she expected. Though she feels physically safer in his presence, emotionally, she feels more at risk than ever before. Chase Armstrong has worked as a protection specialist since he left law enforcement. He makes it a point to not ever mix business with pleasure. In his line of work, the two can be a deadly combination. It’s a rule he never breaks—never even bends. Except, now, his latest assignment is challenging his resolve. Rather than the subtle change in routine he was seeking, protecting her is something else entirely. She has him not only exercising every bit of self-control he possesses, but reconsidering his entire perspective on life as well. A debut novel of intriguing suspense, forbidden attraction and perseverance. This book is a standalone romance novel.

Snippets:

It all came down to one thing. She wasn't willing to try to escape from another attack by herself. Her objective was to be better prepared should this guy make a second attempt. And, in this case, she was pretty sure she couldn’t get any better prepared than she’d be by hiring Chase Armstrong. IMG_9893 He could see her muscles tense as she got further into the account, and her voice shook when she glossed over how he’d grabbed her from behind. His stare fell to the graceful hollow of her neck, where several bruises peeked out from the collar of her blouse. The sight caused a visceral reaction within his gut. Times like these made him miss being the one to put the cuffs on offenders who preyed on the innocent. IMG_9895 "You forget. It's my job to think someone could and would do anything and everything. Don't be alarmed. For the most part, it's a critical but entirely unnecessary effort." He didn't mention the times his efforts had saved lives; he wanted her to be cautious, not terrified. IMG_9898 If she weren’t his client and he had the settling-down kind of life, he’d try his damnedest to get her off the singles market. But, since neither was true, it was really none of his concern. *** Chase stared at her for a moment. “Sometimes, it’s those times that don’t happen often that we think about the most." IMG_9917 As much as he wanted to shield her from all of this, that wouldn’t be smart. She needed to be aware of what was going on, not kept in the dark. Although the darkness would prevent her from seeing the demons around her, it would make her blind to the danger.
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How on earth could I do my job with some huge, overbearing powerhouse in a suit and sunglasses hanging over my shoulder?” - Jordan Version 2

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Nicole Luckourt professed in her fifth grade autobiography that she would be a writer when she grew up. Though life has taken her on many adventures and detours since that time, she has never abandoned her desire for creating stories and breathing life into the characters and plots in her head. With the publication of Expert Witness, her childhood dream has become a reality. She currently lives in the Midwest with her husband, two children, and several beloved pets. Her practice in the field of psychology inspires her writing and she is thrilled to be able to combine her two passions. Nicole enjoys hearing from her readers. You can find her on her website: www.nicoleluckourt.com, and on Facebook, Twitter, and on Goodreads. Please join her mailing list for the latest updates on new releases.

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lkb Blurb: While working as a forensic psychologist, Jordan Clayton has made enemies. Providing expert testimony in court put her in that position. Except, now, someone wants her dead, and the bigger problem is she has no idea who. Fortunately, her colleagues have a solution. Unfortunately, it involves hiring a bodyguard to protect her until the perpetrator is caught. But he is nothing like she expected. Though she feels physically safer in his presence, emotionally, she feels more at risk than ever before. Chase Armstrong has worked as a protection specialist since he left law enforcement. He makes it a point to not ever mix business with pleasure. In his line of work, the two can be a deadly combination. It’s a rule he never breaks—never even bends. Except, now, his latest assignment is challenging his resolve. Rather than the subtle change in routine he was seeking, protecting her is something else entirely. She has him not only exercising every bit of self-control he possesses, but reconsidering his entire perspective on life as well. A debut novel of intriguing suspense, forbidden attraction and perseverance. This book is a standalone romance novel. Snippets: It all came down to one thing. She wasn't willing to try to escape from another attack by herself. Her objective was to be better prepared should this guy make a second attempt. And, in this case, she was pretty sure she couldn’t get any better prepared than she’d be by hiring Chase Armstrong. *** He could see her muscles tense as she got further into the account, and her voice shook when she glossed over how he’d grabbed her from behind. His stare fell to the graceful hollow of her neck, where several bruises peeked out from the collar of her blouse. The sight caused a visceral reaction within his gut. Times like these made him miss being the one to put the cuffs on offenders who preyed on the innocent. *** "You forget. It's my job to think someone could and would do anything and everything. Don't be alarmed. For the most part, it's a critical but entirely unnecessary effort." He didn't mention the times his efforts had saved lives; he wanted her to be cautious, not terrified. *** If she weren’t his client and he had the settling-down kind of life, he’d try his damnedest to get her off the singles market. But, since neither was true, it was really none of his concern. *** Chase stared at her for a moment. “Sometimes, it’s those times that don’t happen often that we think about the most." *** As much as he wanted to shield her from all of this, that wouldn’t be smart. She needed to be aware of what was going on, not kept in the dark. Although the darkness would prevent her from seeing the demons around her, it would make her blind to the danger. *** How on earth could I do my job with some huge, overbearing powerhouse in a suit and sunglasses hanging over my shoulder?” - Jordan SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS: www.nicoleluckourt.com Website https://www.facebook.com/nicoleluckourt/ Facebook https://twitter.com/NicoleLuckourt Twitter https://www.instagram.com/nicoleluckourt/ Instagram https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14878023.Nicole_Luckourt Goodreads Author Page https://www.amazon.com/author/nicoleluckourt Amazon Author Page BUY LINK: http://amzn.to/1OWg2Rk Author Bio: Nicole Luckourt professed in her fifth grade autobiography that she would be a writer when she grew up. Though life has taken her on many adventures and detours since that time, she has never abandoned her desire for creating stories and breathing life into the characters and plots in her head. With the publication of Expert Witness, her childhood dream has become a reality. She currently lives in the Midwest with her husband, two children, and several beloved pets. Her practice in the field of psychology inspires her writing and she is thrilled to be able to combine her two passions. Nicole enjoys hearing from her readers. You can find her on her website: www.nicoleluckourt.com, and on Facebook, Twitter, and on Goodreads. Please join her mailing list for the latest updates on new releases. Connect with Love Kissed Book Promotions on Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest Join our mailing list Visit our website Promote for free in our Facebook Group Sent with MailTrack

RELEASE BLITZ : CARNAL RECOVER by Victoria Bright

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Carnal Recover by V

Book Title: Carnal Recovery 
Author: Victoria Bright 
Genre: Erotica 
Release Date: March 9, 2016 
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book blurb
I thought no one could tame me until I met him…

My life revolved around two things— sex and power. As a sex therapist, I helped couples with their intimacy issues while appearing to lead a typical single life. Although I lived a civilized life during the day, by nightfall I transformed into my sadistic, dominating persona.

When a session with my submissive left him severely injured, I found myself sitting in Xavier Bennett’s office for court-ordered therapy. It was one thing to reveal the skeletons in my closet, but it was a different ball game to confess these demons to my colleague. Little did I know, he harbored dark secrets of his own.

After receiving an invitation to assist Xavier with his marriage retreat, I soon learn his intentions weren't what they seemed. What I thought would be a relaxing work-related vacation turned into a mental bloodbath as we both fought for dominance. Walls will come tumbling down and someone’s bound to get hurt.

There can only be one Master.

Who will come out on top and who will surrender?
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There’s a first time for everything

“So…” I started, looking at the couple sitting in front of me. We’d been in my office for almost twenty minutes and they hadn’t said a word to me or each other. Although they sat next to each other, they were facing the opposite direction, as if in a standoff.

Glancing down at their file, I tapped my pen against my chin and cleared my throat. “Mr. and Mrs. Patterson?” I called. They cut their eyes in my direction for a split moment before finally turning to face me.

Silence.

“Yeah, hi. I’m Gia Valencia, you know, a sex therapist. How can I help you?”

Still nothing.

I clicked my manicured nails against the polished surface of my desk, irritation filling me as I waited for them to speak. When it became apparent that they weren’t ready to say anything, I felt it was the right time to remind them of something that would make anyone talk.

“Let me catch you two up to speed. We’ve already wasted nearly half an hour because the both of you are being immature. Please remember that whether or not you say a word in here today, it’s still going to cost you $175 an hour. Now I’ll ask you again; how can I help you?”

The wife glared at her husband and folded her arms across her chest. “My husband is gay.”

Well then. That escalated quickly.

My gaze drifted over to her husband, who scowled without a word.

“Mr…” I glanced at the clipboard. “Justin, is it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know where these accusations stem from?”

He gave a nonchalant shrug. “Because I watch porn instead of having sex with her.”

“Gay porn?” I inquired, scribbling notes on my legal pad.

“What the fuck?”

“This is a judgement-free zone, so don’t worry. So do you?”

He scoffed. “Fuck no! Do I look gay to you?”

“Yeah, right,” Mrs. Patterson muttered, shifting in her chair as she crossed her legs.

I blinked a few times without a word. Everyone who was gay didn’t have to “look” gay. I turned back to my notes and continued.

“So you only view straight porn then?”

“Well, yeah and maybe some girl-on-girl action occasionally.”

“I see,” I noted, focusing on my notepad.

Justin Patterson

-Possibly addicted to porn

-Detrimental to relationship

-Wife is obviously dick deprived (off the record)

I turned back to the couple with a nod. “How many times do you watch it, Justin?” I asked. He slouched down in his chair, his forehead crinkling in discomfort. “Once a week? Once a day?”

“Hell if I know. I’m not counting—“

“See? He’s either gay or cheating!” Mrs. Patterson shrieked.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a dead fish in bed, I wouldn’t have to resort to porn!” he bellowed, spittle flying from his mouth. The surprise on Mrs. Patterson’s face morphed into anger in an instant as she stared at her husband.

“A dead fish? You’re not that exciting yourself, buddy!”

“Enough,” I stated, tapping my pen on my desk. They both grunted in displeasure, going back to avoiding eye contact with each other. With a low whistle, I noted his outburst.

-Root of problem is probably boredom in the bedroom

“Justin, when you say ‘dead fish’, what are you referring to?” I drawled. I knew exactly what he meant and felt the question was just a roadblock to getting to the real issue. But since this was a couples session, everything had to be explained to prevent miscommunication between them if their significant other didn’t know what it meant.

“She just lays there and does nothing. There’s nothing exciting about our sex life anymore. We used to be spontaneous and ready to go at the drop of a hat. Now she doesn’t want to try anything new and she never wants to have sex when I’m ready. I was tired of being rejected by her, so I stopped asking and found another outlet. Now she’s upset and has it in her head that I’m gay, which is fucking absurd,” he spat, turning his gaze to the window.

-Rejection from wife pushes him to view porn instead of being with her

“Mrs. Patterson—“

“Call me Donna, please. I don’t even want to be associated with his last name—“

“Then divorce me!” he snapped.

“Whoa, tiger. We don’t discuss divorce in sex therapy, got it? Things are a bit heated right now, so let’s take a deep breath and regroup,” I suggested, inhaling deep and exhaling. They soon followed suit, breathing in and out a couple of times.

“Everyone good?” I asked. They responded with a solemn nod, looking at the floor in shame. “Okay then. The reason you guys are here is because you want to work through whatever issues you’re having. In order to do that, the hostility has to be out of the equation. Understood?” I asked, focusing on Donna. She eyed her husband for a brief moment before responding with a timid nod.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” I corrected her. She raised an eyebrow and glanced at my desk plate.

“Yes, Dr. Valencia?” she answered.

After a few moments of awkward silence, I realized my mistake. I was waiting for her to respond with, “Yes, Mistress,” completely forgetting that she wasn’t my slave. I was at work, not in my pleasure den. What in the hell was I thinking?

Deciding to push the weird exchange behind me, I leaned back in my chair and assessed them. They appeared to be in their early thirties. Justin was athletically built with sandy blonde hair and eyes so blue they appeared to hold the sky. His strong jaw was lightly covered in facial hair, giving him a tired, overworked look. Donna’s auburn hair was pulled into a tight bun and decorated with flower pins. I was convinced it was a cheesy idea she pulled from Pinterest. Despite her childish up-do, she was strikingly beautiful with her dazzling, soft brown eyes and a baby doll face. Her porcelain, ivory skin was smooth and achieved tightness and youth that only Botox could offer. She appeared to be the dainty, petite type until she opened her mouth. Some people were just more attractive when they didn’t talk.

“What do you guys do for a living? What’s your life like?” I asked as I leaned forward on my elbows.

“I own a construction company, so I spend many days working on contracts for the city,” Justin said.

“Nurse,” Donna answered.

“Were you two working these jobs when you first met?”

They nodded.

“So if you both had the energy back then to be, as Justin puts it, ‘ready to go at the drop of a hat’, what changed?” I asked. They were silent for a few seconds as Donna fiddled with her hands.

“Things haven’t been the same after I had a miscarriage last year,” she said in an octave above a whisper. Justin hung his head, trying to hide the sadness evident on his face.

“I’m really sorry to hear that,” I stated. She pursed her lips together.

“After it happened, it seemed like Justin threw himself into work, so much that I didn’t see him a lot. We wouldn’t say anything to each other for days unless it was a question about a bill that needed to be paid or when he wanted to have sex. It made me feel as if the only purpose he had for me was burying himself inside of me. I felt as if he blamed me for what happened,” she confessed, her voice cracking toward the end.

Justin looked at her with wide eyes and shook his head. “Donna, I…I never thought it was your fault. I would never think that,” he said, taking her hand into his. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at him. “I guess I was caught up in my own grief and didn’t take the time to just talk to you about how I felt.” He caressed her cheek with his thumb.

I clasped my hands together. “It doesn’t seem like your problem is necessarily sex. You guys had a great miscommunication that eventually affected your whole life, not just your sex life,” I stated. He planted a soft kiss on her hand and turned back to me.

“Losing our child was hard, but I felt that I had to be strong for us—“

“But how can you be strong for me when you weren’t there? You never talked about it. Sex doesn’t fix everything. I’m not a mind reader, Justin. Your actions spoke when your words didn’t,” she said.

“And for that, I’m sorry. For the record, I do love you and I don’t blame you for what happened. Some things are out of our control and that was one of them. I want this to work with us, Donna. If I have to ditch the porn, I’ll do that if it’ll make you happy,” he bargained. She gave him a shy smile and wiped her eyes.

“How about this? For your homework assignment until your next appointment, how about you watch something together? Involve her in something you enjoy. Porn isn’t a bad thing, but it shouldn’t be your only option when you have a beautiful wife,” I suggested with a smile. Justin looked at Donna with hopeful eyes, causing her to giggle.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” she admitted.

“Great. Now if things lead to sex while watching this, I want you to write how it felt to reconnect,” I said. When they raised their eyebrows, I added, “Spare the physical details. I just want to know the emotional part.”

They nodded, relief flashing in their eyes. I pulled out an appointment card and filled it out, handing it to Donna. “We’ll see where you two are in a week and go from there. Don’t forget your assignment,” I winked, sending them on their way.

I breathed a sigh of relief once they were out of sight. Just as I closed my eyes to relax, my phone vibrated in my desk. “What does a girl have to do to get a moment of peace around here?” I muttered to myself as I retrieved my phone. An amused grin pulled at my lips as I viewed the text message from one of my slaves.

Slave Martin: I hope this pleases you, Mistress.

Attached was a photo of him in a full length mirror wearing nothing but a mask and a black g-string. Since my slaves didn’t live with me, they were required to only wear what they thought would be pleasing to me and send photos to me every three hours until we met later on in the evening. There were to never show their faces in their photos; they weren’t allowed to be humanized before their master.

G: Although this pleases me, you’ve failed to report in two times today. You already know what that means.

After a brief moment, he sent a response.

Slave: I’m sorry, Mistress. I will take whatever punishment you give me.

A solid knock sounded on my doorframe. Thinking it was Zoe, my secretary, I didn’t bother looking up from my phone. “Yeah?”

“I was wondering if you had time for another session? I need some ideas to surprise my soon-to-be husband on our wedding night.”

My head snapped up at the sound of her voice. “Arianna!” I squealed, jumping up from my chair and rushing over to her. We shared a tight embrace before I held her out in front of me. “You look like you’re getting plenty of sun and probably just as much sex,” I teased. She blushed. You’d think that being engaged to an unconfirmed nymphomaniac would cause her to ditch the prude act.

“Things never change with you,” she giggled with a shake of her head. I motioned for her to sit and took a seat next to her.

“When did you get here? You should’ve told me you were coming so I could’ve taken a day off or something!” I said. I hadn’t seen her in the flesh in a year due to our hectic schedules, but it was great to see her. Miami was definitely treating her well. Her skin was a shade or two darker and she glowed with happiness. They always say when you found your soulmate, it showed. That was definitely the case with Arianna. She also seemed a lot slimmer than I remembered in her white lace romper paired with sexy gold glitter Steve Madden pumps. If I didn’t know any better, I would think a new woman was sitting next me.

“It was a last minute thing. Zane had to check on some things at the restaurant. I hope you’ve been behaving at least,” she smirked. I dismissed her comment with a wave of my hand.

“Did your move to Miami cause you to forget who you’re talking to? What is this ‘behave’ nonsense you speak of?” I asked.

She giggled and gave me a knowing look. “You’re definitely right. Giavanna Valencia—“

“You know I hate when you call me that,” I gritted.

“Sorry, Gia, but I should’ve remembered anything dealing with behaving is unknown to you,” she smirked.

I rolled my eyes Anyway, how long are you here?”

“Just a couple of days. While I’m here, can you come with me to get measured for my dress?”

“Of course! First things first, I need to see that ring of yours!” I squealed, reaching out for her hand. She giggled and placed her hand in mind, showing her diamond engagement ring in all its glory.

“The picture you sent did this thing no justice at all. It’s gorgeous!” I gushed. She smiled and pulled back with a nod.

“It still doesn’t feel real,” she murmured, admiring it.

Seeing my best friend basking in genuine happiness was refreshing. She seemed to be doing so much better since she ditched that dickhole Julius and her annoying, controlling parents. Not only was she a successful author, she was now preparing to marry the man of her dreams. Despite all of the shit she had to go through to get to this point, it all appeared to pay off.

Arianna looked at her watch. “Do you feel like meeting with the seamstress right now?” she asked.

“Hell, I’m not doing anything else,” I said, standing and retrieving my purse from behind my desk. As we walked down the hall toward the elevator, my colleague, Xavier stepped out of his office, nearly running into us.

“Whoa, sorry there, ladies,” he apologized before steadying his gaze on me. “Ms. Valencia,” he said, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. I rolled my eyes.

“Xavier,” I clipped, trying to move around him. After a brief, awkward stare down, I finally said, “Well, can we pass? This hallway is narrow and my hips won’t allow the both of us to pass.” He grinned and stepped aside, allowing Arianna and I to move around him. Arianna glanced over her shoulder as we walked away and shook her head at me.

“I think he likes you,” she said.

“Who, Xavier?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Why in the world would you think that? Actually, it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t be interested anyhow.”

“Whatever, G. You can’t block yourself from love forever. Someone is going to tame you one of these days,” she said. I laughed and gave her shoulder a playful shake.

“You’ve obtained a sense a humor since you’ve moved away, my dear. It’ll be a cold day in hell before someone tames this beast.”

***

“Oh wow, it looks very…full in here,” I noticed, looking around the filled dining area. Arianna nodded.

“He’s doing well in Miami, so he wanted to add a buffet here in New York. Foreman’s Catering is now Foreman’s Buffet and Catering. Things seem to be going very well,” she said, pulling me toward the kitchen. Although the kitchen wasn’t very big, it seemed to take forever to get through it. We were constantly weaving in between bodies, stopping and backing up to avoid people carrying trays of food to the dining room. I was relieved when we finally reached the hallway leading to his office.

“Do you need me to wait out here?” I asked. She scoffed and grabbed my hand.

“Of course not. He’s been asking about you anyway,” she said, pulling me inside.

Zane was on the phone when we entered, but when he saw us, he grinned. “I’ll call you back in a sec,” he said and ended the call. “Hello, hello, ladies. What do I owe this visit?” he asked, standing and coming around his desk.

I let out a low whistle. Arianna chose a good one. Zane sported a Polo shirt that seemed to practically be painted to his body, molding every muscle in his chest, shoulders, and back. He filled out his khaki pants so perfectly that it should be illegal. How in the actual fuck could someone be semi-casual and sexy at the same time?

“Gia?” Arianna called. I blinked and forced a smiled that probably looked uncomfortable.

“Sorry. Nice to see you again,” I said, holding out my hand. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a hug.

“You’re basically family now. No need for the awkward friendly handshakes,” he said with a smile. Arianna shifted through a few papers on his desk until she found what she was looking for.

“We’re heading to the seamstress, babe. I’ll call you when we’re done,” she said, moving past him. He reached out and caught her elbow, pulling her into his arms.

“Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” he asked, concern filling his handsome features. Hearing him say that confused the hell out of me. Why wouldn’t she be ready for this? I hoped they weren’t already having problem. They were the perfect couple and if something else happened to tear them apart, I don’t think my heart would be able to take it.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m optimistic about it,” she said. He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her lips.

“No matter what happens, you know I’ll always be here, right?” She nodded, holding his gaze for a split second before their lips locked again. The passion they shared through a single kiss was uncomfortable to look at for some reason. I cleared my throat after a few moments.

“I’m definitely still here, guys,” I noted, breaking them out of their trance. Zane whispered something to her in which she responded with a nod as they let go of each other.

“It was nice seeing you again, Gia. Be sure to look out for her at your little…meeting with the seamstress,” he said to me while keeping his gaze on Arianna, who looked a bit nervous about something.

“Why are you guys speaking in codes? Is there something I should know?” I asked. Arianna glared at Zane, who only responded by lifting his hands in defense.

“I’ll explain on the way there,” she said, pulling me out the door.

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Victoria Bright is from a small town in North Carolina and currently resides in Greenville, South Carolina. You can usually find her hoarding bottles of Cool Blue Gatorade, playing The Sims when not writing, or obsessing over Camaros.

Blog Tour - Luca: You Will Be Mine ~ Jaimie Roberts @JaimieRoberts77



Title: Luca: You Will Be Mine
Authors: Jaimie Roberts
Genre: Adult Fiction, Erotica, Romantic Comedy
Event - Blog Tour
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 Murderous thoughts. That is what I had once Isabella walked through the door and revealed to me who she was. I needed an escape. An escape from my thoughts, an escape from the hurt... an escape from... him.
I was a broken woman, but I was never going to break my resolve. I grew up being a fighter, because I had to. No man could ever bring me down... Not even Luca.
But, I had to admit, I never thought my heart would break as much as it did that day. Of course, I fled, but I was a fool to think he would ever let me go. He always told me I was his... no matter what the cost. He was determined to keep me, regardless of the lengths he had to go to reach his goal. He was like a moth to my flame, a tattoo carved into my heart. I could never escape his pull.
I may have evaded him, but I knew it was just a matter of time. However, once he did catch up with me nothing could have prepared us for what happened next.




it was amazing


This is the eagerly awaited sequel in the Sicilian Mafia series and I was not disappointed by this book.

Following on from the last book, we watch Clara reeling from the revelation that Luca is married. She thought that there was nothing else that could damage the relationship between the two of them.

Luca knows what he wants and is refusing to let Clara go, he wants her as his wife and as far as he is concerned this is going to happen.

This read will have you reaching for the tissues, there is heartbreak, loss, scorching sizzling scenes. Jaimie will have you on the edge of your seats while reading this book.

The emotion in this book just seeps through the pages.
***Copy received in exchange for an honest and unbiased review****

 it was amazing
"He had been taking over over and taking everything from me for far too long.
Now, it was time I started taking things back."

Clara, after the initial battle, has sound her happily ever after with Luca or so she had thought. Luca's past rears it's oh so perfectly coiffured locks and causes a world of trouble for our passionate couple. Starting where we ended in book one Luca (Because you are mine) is a whirlwind of hot headed Irish stubbornness teamed with the scorching passion of our Italian Family Boss. The couple accept they are the other half to each others damaged soul but can they overcome the hurdles?

With a wedding planned it seems fate has more in store for our sizzling couple. With family secrets from the past, kidnappings and an ongoing Family war can Clara and Luca ever manage to say "I do"? With the future of the Castle in question and Clara uncertain of her place within his family can they ever have their happily ever after?

This scintillating story is hot, hot, hot with the passion between Clara and Luca showing no signs of diminishing. They argue and make up in the best of ways. Luca is a man used to getting his own way and having the world tremble at his feet, aside from his Mother and of course Clara. Clara also takes no flack, having had a horrific upbringing, she tells it how it is and will not roll over for anyone. Together they are a perfect couple and through this part of their journey we see them struggle and overcome some devastatingly life changing events. The writing style is a great blend of action, humour and romance that makes the reader laugh cry and want to slap a few faces! I really enjoyed this story, have read it in one sitting. I hope we revisit the craziness that is the Belatoni family sometime in the near future as they are certainly all heart stoppingly gorgeous!

A four and a half star he didn't make it quick read.

~*~ Obsessed by Books copy given in exchange for an honest review ~*~

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Tell us is there anything about you that people don't already know?
I love shoes. My husband calls me a centipede.
Roughly 11 years ago I met my sister for the very first time. The reunion was a rather emotional, but fulfilling one.

Your books are so emotional. How long does it take for you to be able to get the characters out of your mind and move on to the next?

Sometimes it's hard to get your head out of a book once it's finished. Deviant actually made me ill. My blood pressure went down so much that I almost fainted at work once. Not nice. :( In the end I had to take a deep breath and move onto the next project. I like to build scenes up in my head before I start writing them down. It makes it easier to flow that way.

Are the names of the characters in your novels important?
Sometimes the hardest part of writing a book is choosing the character's names. I think they're important because a good, strong name can have an inpact on the way you feel about the character. That's what I feel, anyway.

What are the most important attributes to remaining sane as a writer?
Coffee, sweets, and wine. Did I mention wine?

What is the most demeaning thing said about you as a writer?
I tend not to dwell on the bad things that are said. Luckily, I haven't had anything too bad that it has stuck with me. I count myself extremely lucky to have met some wonderful readers out there. I welcome reviews good and bad, and also welcome any people who have reviewed my books negatively to contact me. I seriously don't bite... well, not that much. ;)

How do you react to a bad review of one of your books?
If they're constructive, I welcome them. I once had a reviewer rate a book of mine 3 stars and emailed me to apologise. I had read the review and told her there was nothing to apolgise for. The review was constructive and well thought out. It's these reviews that aid me in becoming a better writer. It's the "Bash the Author" reviews I get upset about. There's just no need for it.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Maintaining a flow. Sometimes I will sit there and my mind goes completely blank. I hate it when that happens. :( The other part is writing scenes and then looking back on them thinking, are people going to get bored reading this?

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
That I can write emotionally difficult scenes. In Luca 2, something happens to Clara that hit a nerve with me. I cried writing it, and then cried reading it over again. I didn't enjoy it, but if other people have the same emotions that I did then at least I know I have done the best I could regarding that scene.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
I suppose only that in life you have to be grateful for the things that you have. Sometimes bad things can happen, but when it does you have to think to yourself that there are people in a much worse situation than me.

Have you ever read or seen yourself as a character in a book or a movie?
Not really. I have read and watched characters in a movie and thought, I wish I could be like her.
I love the covers. What made you choose them? What gave you the idea?
I went hunting for a hot Italian model. I found one and asked my designer if she could work her magic. I explained that having the castle somewhere on the cover was important, as it was important to my character.

Who designs your covers?
I don't think I want to tell you because I want to keep her to myself! ;) Only joking... Well, maybe just a little bit.

Kellie Dennis from Book Cover by Design. She's awesome!

Describe in 5 words, your writing:
Drama, dark, angst, romantic and erotic.

When you were a child what did you want to be when you grew up?
A managing director of a crisp factory.

Only joking. Funnily enough I wanted to be a writer. I used to write poetry when I was 17. I even had a story of a young girl that moves from the country to London and works for an older CEO. Romance blooms, of course. In the end I never started it.
What do you use to write your book?
A lot of imagination. I think it's imperative when starting a new project. I start the kettle for my coffee or tea, fire up my laptop, and start tapping away.


Do you listen to music while you writing or reading?
Once in a blue moon I may put some music on just to have some background noise. Mostly, though I like peace and quiet whilst I'm writing.

Tell us your latest news?
I'm currently writing another stalker book called Scars. I'm quite excited about this one.

What book are you reading now?
I read Grey recently, so now I'm on Fifty Shades Darker.

Do you have a nickname?
Not really. My husband calls me James, which I find quite sweet. I just think of it as a shortened version of Jaimie.

What are your pet peeves?
I can be a little OCD about certain things. Toilet paper being put on the holder correctly, for one. ;) The others are opened cupboard doors or drawers. I hate that! I also can't understand how many socks we go through as a family. I seriously put on about ten pairs every time I do a wash, lol. Considering I have to do a wash at least twice a week, that's a lot of socks.

I'll shut up now.

Do you ever write naked?
Lol, I think my hubby would like me to, but no.

What is your favourite Starbuck’s/coffee shop drink?
I don't have a Starbucks where I live. :( Normally I have my coffee black.

What's your favourite fruit?
Strawberries... preferably dipped in melted chocolate. Hmm...

What's your favourite tv show?
Suits.

What's your favourite genre?
Romance

One of your favourite quotes
The enemy of my enemy is my friend

Do you enjoy giving interviews?
I'm enjoying this one, so yes. :

Five Fun Facts:
I'm a bitch
I'm a lover
I'm a child
I'm a mother
I'm a sinner
I'm a saint

Oh wait, that's 6! Actually, you can scrap bitch. I'm not really a bitch. My husband may disagree with me at times on that, though. ;)

Thank you so much for taking part. We can't wait to read more work from you.


LUCA (YOU WILL BE MINE) EXCERPT

Prologue

Luca





Picking up some random chick from my club, I took her to one of my many apartments. This one was reserved for one thing and one thing only: fucking.


She was brunette, curvaceous, and had the most gorgeous tits I’d ever seen … But that wasn’t why I’d brought her here. I brought her here because I wanted to prove a point. Today was the day I laid eyes on the most beautiful angel I had ever seen. It was only a picture, but I couldn’t get her image out of my damn fucking head.


Watching this woman strip in front of me should have been a turn-on, but she did nothing for me—not even a twitch.


“Hmm, Luca, you’re so sexy. Let me take care of you.”


Hovering over my cock, whoever she was started licking and sucking me hard. I was going to push her away and tell her to fuck off, but then I closed my eyes, and the image of that girl came into my head. Clara.


Holding onto that image, I began to grow hard inside her mouth. Imagining it was Clara made my dick stiffer than it had ever been.


Random Chick moaned her appreciation as she sucked harder. I should have fucking loved this, but all I could think about was her.


Grabbing a condom from my bedside table, I pushed this girl off of my cock. I still wanted to prove a point. I had always loved sex. If I could just feel this random woman’s pussy, then I was sure I could forget her.


I placed the condom on my cock and hissed when I felt the urge to fuck her raw. “Fucking sit on me—now.”


Smiling, she did as she was told and started riding me hard. I closed my eyes again, and straight away, my mind went back to Clara.


Why can’t I get her out of my fucking head?


This woman’s body was perfection, and yet she was doing absolutely nothing for me. I tried grabbing her hips and gaining control as I pulled her down on top of me. Nothing—not a damn thing. She may as well have been jumping on top of my stomach instead of my cock.


It wasn’t long, though, before her moans of pleasure echoed around the room. I knew her orgasm was coming quickly as she sped faster and moaned louder than ever before. Once her spasms died down, I shoved her off of my cock.


“Luca, what the fuck? Baby, you’re so fucking good. Let me make you come now. I can suck you again if you want?”


Shaking my head, I just wanted her out. “No. Just leave.”


“But—”


“No buts. Get the fuck out!”



Grabbing her things, she stomped across the room and quickly got dressed. “Arsehole!” she shouted before slamming the door.


Fucking hell! What was wrong with me? This Clara seems to have possessed me. No other woman has ever possessed me like this woman has. Her picture practically screamed at me to touch her … to feel her … to caress her.


Still lying on my bed—and still hard as fuck with this condom on me—I started to touch myself. I closed my eyes, and again, straight away, her image came into my head.


I pictured myself taking her and making her mine. The thought made my dick come to life like never before. My movements became faster and my breathing heavier as I imagined thrusting myself inside this woman I hadn’t even met … yet. It wasn’t long before I felt it: that blissful intensity permeating my whole body. That feeling which was like no other, radiating through me as I hurried to find my release.


Seeing her through my closed eyes, I started pounding faster and harder. A sound escaped my lips as I jerked and bucked underneath my hand, thrusting my release as hard as I could into the condom.


What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I get her out of my fucking head?


After my breathing calmed, I took the condom off and went to have a shower. Feeling the warmth hit my skin, I closed my eyes again, and again her image filled my head.


Slamming the wall with my fists, I came to a sudden conclusion. It was something I’d always known I was going to do—deep down—from the moment I saw that fucking picture.


That’s why you offered Trudy a way out, you silly fuck. You knew then that you had to have her.


I turned the shower off and grabbed my towel. The decision had been made. I was going to go to Clara Murphy, but first I wanted to see just how tough she really was.


With my mind made up, I smiled; excitement was growing with every thought which passed through my head. I was going to go to Clara Murphy and sort out this little obsession of mine once and for all. I knew all I had to do was see her and my mind would be made up for me. I would either fuck her until she was out of my system—or I would make her mine.


Getting dressed and ready to leave, I already knew in my subconscious what the answer was going to be.


I’m coming to get you, Clara Murphy. So, you had better be ready for me. You will be mine, and there isn’t a damn fucking thing you can do to stop me.





LUCA (BECAUSE YOU'RE MINE) EXCERPT



“So, Giovanni, do you live in Sicily?” I thought it best to change the subject. Even I felt we had entered into a pornographic movie all of a sudden.


Giovanni’s reluctant gaze pulled away from Natalie and returned to me. “Yes. I run things there. I did spend a lot of time in England, though. I studied here before moving back several years ago. Luca was always set to run things when he was older, but when he left, it was up to me.”


I frowned. “Were you okay with that?”


Giovanni looked at Luca with a playful smile. “I’m comfortable with the fact that I’ve done a much better job than Luca could ever do.”


Luca suddenly growled. “As I said before, you’re not family enough to prevent me from shoving your own balls down your throat.”


I waved my hand in front of him. “Just ignore him, Giovanni. I do.”


I felt Luca stiffen beside me. “I’m warning you. You know what happens when you try to go against me.”


I looked up at Luca and smirked. “Oooh. I’m shaking.”


Alessandro suddenly started laughing, making Luca angry. “What the fuck are you laughing at?” Alessandro quickly shut his mouth, earning him a dirty look from Luca.


I slid off my stool and watched as Luca watched me. “Where are you going?”


I moved past him and started walking. “I’m going to get a wash, and then I’m going to get my local masseuse, Philippe, to give me a massage. I think I need to relax.” I smiled inside, knowing that hearing his name would make Luca’s hackles rise. I wasn’t going to mention that Philippe was gay. Well, not just yet anyway.


“Who the fuck is Philippe?”


I walked forward a little. “I already told you. He massages my troubles away from time to time.”


Luca’s nostrils flared. “When was the last time he touched you?”



I placed my finger on my lip and pretended to ponder this for a second. “Hmm… I think it was two weeks ago.”


Luca looked really mad. “Two weeks ago, another man had his hands on you?”


I nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s about right. He’s very good.”


“Where does this fucker live?”


I suddenly laughed. “Stop being a baby. It’s his job.”


He stepped forward again. “He’s not touching you again. I’ll find him and chop his fucking hands off.”


I moved my finger back and forth tutting as I stepped back. “Oooh, tetchy, Mr. Belatoni.”


Luca suddenly smiled. “You’re joking with me, aren’t you?”


“Are these two normally like this?” Everyone laughed at Giovanni’s question.


“All the time,” Tony piped. “It’s their prelude to sex.”


I raised my eyebrow to Luca in challenge. I was always ready for sex with him, but when he got possessive and angry like this, it just made the fires rage even more. This was my control over him. “I’m all dirty, Luca. I need to get very naked and very wet.” I pierced him with a heated stare, and my heart rate picked up a notch as he growled in my direction.


I took tentative steps back, but kept my gaze on Luca. All these hot men and Italian accents weregetting the better of me.


As my steps took me out into the hallway, Luca suddenly placed his phone in Tony’s hand. “Hold my calls, Tony. I’m going to fuck-love my woman.”






Luca: You Will Be Mine (Sicilian Mafia, #1)

    Title: Luca (You Will Be Mine)  
Author: Jaimie Roberts
Genre: Suspenseful Erotica

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be held hostage by an Italian stallion?

My name is Clara, and I am part-owner of a brothel called “The Castle.” My empire is my home which I’ve worked hard to build a life from. A future. But one day, the infamous Luca Belatoni stepped into my office and demanded that I pay him protection money.

Of course, I refused.

Of course, he wouldn’t take no for an answer.


Now he is in my castle—holding me hostage. Trying to control my mind in business and my body in bed. Neither of which I will allow. No matter how much his caramel eyes and Italian words of love puncture my hardened heart.

So, being the hostage of an Italian stallion pretty much sucks.
Because this man is a force to be reckoned with.
And while I am not frightened for my life,
I am definitely frightened for my heart.

If you don’t like dominating, overbearing arseholes, please do not read.
If you don’t like jealous and possessive men, please do not read.
If you do like all of the above, then please read.



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Jaimie Roberts was born in London, but moved to Gibraltar in 2001. She is married with two sons, and in her spare time, she writes.

In June 2013, Jaimie published her first book, Take a Breath, with the second released in November 2013. With the reviews, Jaimie took time out to read and learn how to become a better writer. 

She gets tremendous enjoyment out of writing, and even more so from the feedback she receives.


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