Review: Worth Forgiving by Vi Keeland


Title: Worth Forgiving

Author: Contemporary Romance


Release Date: July 21, 2014




They say men like a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. I never knew the sentiment was reciprocal. Until I met Jax Knight. A gentleman in public, a commanding, dirty talking rogue in the bedroom.

Daughter of legendary fighter “The Saint,” Lily St. Claire knows firsthand how fighters can be. As the owner of a chain of MMA gyms, she’s no stranger to aggressive, dominating, and possessive men. That’s why she’s always kept her distance. But the day Jax Knight walks through her door she’s captivated by his charm. Stunningly handsome, well mannered, Ivy League educated, and confident, he shatters all the preconceived notions she’d come to think were true about men who trained to fight.

But falling for someone so soon after her breakup wasn’t something she’d planned on. And definitely not something her ex plans to allow.



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Mary’s 4 Star Review

This just can’t be the end of the MMA Fighter Series!  Vi just has to write some more!  I adored every single one of these books!  Worth Forgiving is just as wonderful as the rest.  I became very attached to Jackson and Lilly.  Their story was as beautiful as they come.  This one was a bit different from the rest.  The hurdles these characters had to overcome were a little more dramatic, but the end was result was so much rewarding.   


We briefly met Jackson in Worth the Chance as Vince’s half-brother.  Jackson is the refined son of the senator who turned Vince’s life upside down.  Jackson is a businessman and currently interested in acquiring a string of gyms for sale.  MMA has always been a bit of a passion for him, but not an acceptable occupation as the Senator’s son.  The string of Gym’s comes with a part owner named Lilly who herself has a passion of her own.    Lilly and Jackson have a strong pull to one another.  Lilly has had a bad experience with dating someone she has worked with, so even though she wants Jackson she fights to keep their relationship strictly professional.  Which as you can imagine is hard to do since Jackson wants her just as much.   When the media arrives to watch the Senator’s son’s every move they are thrown closer together.  Can Lilly let down her walls and give into her attraction to Jackson?  Can Jackson escape the man he was groomed to be and follow his dreams?  And will Lilly and Jackson be able to have a future together?


Wow!  I have to say the plot of this story was unexpected.   Jackson was so much more than met the eye.  He was strong and smart, but also sweet and tender.  He was far from the man we met in Worth The Chance.   His confidence was attractive, and his passion for Lilly was just so lovely to see.  Lilly on the other hand was still healing from a devastating loss.  She needed some true happiness and Jackson was just so perfect for her.  These two were equally matched intellectually and romantically as well.   There were a lot of problems they have to face, but with each hit they just came back swinging.  They proved to be true champions.    


Worth Forgiving is so much more than a MMA fighter story.  It is about following your heart as well as your dreams.  Accepting things as they come and never giving up.  If you enjoyed the other books in the series then you are going to love Worth Forgiving.  I sure did!!!




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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting New York Times & USA Today Best Selling smut author by night! 


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Cover Reveal: The Rental by Rebecca Berto

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Title: The Rental, #1

Series: The Rental

Author: Rebecca Berto

Genre: Erotic Romance

Expected Release Date: September 22, 2014

Cover Designer: Berto Designs 





At first, Rick Delaney watched Vee Wyland with the hungry eyes of a fox as if she were a rabbit … his rabbit. But one day, he slunk away without notice.

Months away from graduating high school, Vee’s life is on the verge of crumbling. At home, dire finances and long hours test her family. Her boyfriend hardly pays attention to her. And she can’t shake her feelings for his older brother, Rick. 

Then, all in one night, tragedy tears her teetering life into shreds. 

When Rick and Vee reunite, the sparks fly. However, she unwittingly signs away a future for both of them. In his world, a place called The Rental, she becomes Victoria and Rick becomes Rhett. One part of her watches with fascination, while the other unfurls and embraces her sexual awakening. It began as a game, but the consequences are real.

Following their heart’s desire is forbidden, but walking away could strip their hope for a future.

The Rental is an erotic romance that explores how sex isn’t purely physical; sometimes, it’s a gateway to your soul.




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Chapter 1

Rick Delaney was parked outside my house with my boyfriend. He stepped out of his car and lifted two fingers, saluting me at the front door. He shouldn’t have been.

How could he return to Melbourne after a whole year when I resigned to a life without him—a life, specifically, with the brother he’d arrived? Bottled-up feelings pounded in my chest so hard I was glad no one was home to witness it.

And my boyfriend? He tripped getting out of the passenger seat. That’s what can happen when you looked at your mobile phone instead of your girlfriend’s smiling face. My expression soured as he passed me, not even a peck on the cheek.

“What’s with the ride?” I called.

Their mum, Mrs Delaney, should’ve been dropping Justin off like usual. But he ignored me and trudged farther into my house.

Rick noticed my expression and jogged up the stairs. Elder by three years, he stood tall with the composure of a man compared to his teenage brother. Strong shoulders filled out his dark T-shirt. He was bigger in not only his upper body but everywhere—thick arms and thighs and a solid build. Add that to a smile and he melted the hearts of women everywhere—seventeen-year-old girls included.

“Mum and Dad are in Europe,” Rick said. “They call it a long-awaited honeymoon. Justin and I call it a mid-life crisis.”

My jaw hung open. How could Justin not tell me? I thought this type of thing excited a boyfriend. Weeks of no parental supervision at home—it’d excite me if not for the sudden pit of worry in my belly. “They’re away? They’re not here?”

“That’s what a holiday is.” Rick deadpanned.

“It’s just that Justin never told me anything.”

“It was only a few days ago.”

As if that made it okay. If Justin didn’t spend so much time with his phone in his face, he might have remembered to tell me. I didn’t know why, but it cut me that I didn’t know an important change in his life. I told him every time my dad left to truck interstate for work and that was every few weeks. He was gone more than he was here, and Mum worked odd hours. It was lonely and hard to stay away from the temptations Justin and my best friend, Cara offered me at parties or when we hung out.

“Hey, bro,” Justin called behind us. He came up and slammed his hand on the side of the front door. “Come fix the washing machine.”

“Washing machine?” I asked. Why are you acting like you live here? I was close to adding.

“Yeah,” he held out the front of his top, “got a Coke from your fridge and it squirted everywhere.”

“We don’t have any Coke left in the fridge.”

“You do in the spare one.”

I bit my lip and flexed my fingers by my side. Facing him, I cracked a thin smile. Most of the time, Justin wasn’t like this. Correction, before recently, my boyfriend wasn’t like this. He kissed me like no one else, and made me laugh, but damn it, he either had the memory of a goldfish or was too ignorant to care.

“That was for tomorrow night!” I stared into his eyes with hope of making him feel guilty, but he was clueless. “Dad’s back from Sydney tomorrow, and Mum’s got a dinner for us three. You know he loves Coke. You know he’s been away for weeks. You know Mum’s too busy working to buy more groceries before then.”

Justin shook his head. “So uptight.” He squeezed my ass, smiling as he planted his lips fully to mine. “I love that about you, but seriously, I forgot. And, your mum works at a supermarket, for fuck’s sake.”

True, but Justin drank Coke, and ate all the ice cream, and ate all the chips, and I got sick of explaining to Mum why I was so selfish as to keep putting her out when she only requested little favours like these on special occasions. Such as tomorrow.

“I’m not uptight.” I paused. “It’s fine about the top—I’ll hand wash and Rick—”

But as I turned to tell him not to worry about fixing the washing machine, my hands met a rock solid chest. I froze. My palms lingered on the contours of his defined pecs with my fingertips at his collarbone. Not able to look at his eyes, I dropped my hands, as if that would undo our moment.

It didn’t.

I’d spend sleepless nights dreaming about his body, as I did when he was far away and stopped talking to me. Pictures and memories of him were all I had.

Justin was hot with his dark eyes and brown hair, but compared to Rick, he was scrawny. Mostly bones everywhere, and when we made out, his hips rubbed into mine. I’d forgotten his shortfalls when it was just him and me. I liked him plenty and that grew to love. But now my past was back, and I had no idea what to feel when seconds ago my hands were on his brother.

That brother with a firm build, one that wouldn’t rub against me if we were to … I shut down that thought pattern. I shouldn’t imagine Rick on top of me. We were three years apart, and at my age, sex with him was illegal.

I pulled my thoughts in and mumbled, “Oh, um,” then took a breath and tried again. “Dad’s back tomorrow, so don’t worry about it. He’ll fix it then. I feel terrible putting you out.”

“It’s fine, Vee, really. Kill some time.”

“Thanks, fag,” Justin said, pulling at my arm to drag me away.

“God, Justin, you’re such an ass sometimes.” I shook out of his grip. He looked offended, so I added, “Gotta go clean up the Coke, remember?”

“Seriously,” Rick said, “you two just chill. I’ll let myself through. This way?” He pointed down the hall.

I nodded. “I’ll come with you.”

“Fine.” Justin walked the other way. “You two have fun. I’m hanging in Vee’s bed.”

“Such a tool,” Rick said, walking to the washing machine.

“I know,” I mumbled.

I took out the mop and bucket, and then went to the cupboard to grab the concentrate liquid.

“I was born with a link to him, but indulge me,” Rick crouched by the washing machine on his haunches, legs spread and hands dangling between, “why is someone as smart and gorgeous as you with him?”

“I ask myself why—”

I stopped.

He said I was smart and gorgeous.

“Oh,” I managed between strangled breaths, “thanks.”

He half-smiled then got to work. His T-shirt rode up on one side as he leant over. Just above his pant line, the angular ‘V’ at his lower back peeked out. Hard as I tried notto gawk, it was impossible when I was alone with him in this small space.

“The um,” I started and almost forgot what I was going to say. Luckily, I recovered. “The machine won’t start. Not sure what it is. Mum and I have been hand washing for now.”

Rick turned, focusing his attention on the washer. I wiped the laundry bench and cupboard and mopped the floor, trying to concentrate on the mop end and not Rick’s ass or his body bent over the machine.

After I was done, I went to my room to hang with Justin, but he wasn’t there. I did a lap of the house, called his name, and checked the other rooms too, but he had literally disappeared. I paused a moment in the kitchen, steadying myself on the corner of the bench while I let the realisation absorb. He left without a goodbye, without much of a hello for that matter.

“Rick!” I called.

He emerged wiping his top down his face. I looked away as fast as I could, but the image of his lean eight-pack projected in my imagination anyway.

Justin might’ve been outside or somewhere I hadn’t checked. He had to be. I pushed aside the topic. It would be stupid to suggest he left.

“Thank you so much,” I said, meeting Rick’s eyes, “for in there.” I pointed behind him.

“But you don’t know if I fixed it.”

“You tried.”

He smiled with his lip jutted out and nodded, as if I impressed him. “Well,” he said, “you can be a woman of modern technology from now on. All fixed. It was a loose belt. Slipped off.”

“Oh, lucky me.”

The silence became louder, and judging by the tightness between Rick’s eyebrows, he had just noticed Justin’s absence.

“Justin?” I queried, and he nodded cautiously. “Yeah, I looked everywhere for him. This might sound stupid, but I think he left. I couldn’t find him. He’s just not here.”

Rick tensed his jaw, scoping the open living area. “Bull,” he said, but by the dismissive tone, he sounded like he was saying it to himself or about something else.

He stalked off toward my backyard without another word, so I scampered after him, my little legs no match for his long strides. I flipped the light on outside and Rick walked down the steps, following the shallow lighting spilling over the clumpy, yellowed grass and shrubs lining the property fence.

“Unbelievable,” Rick muttered, I thought, but I couldn’t be sure with his back facing me or by the growl to his tone.

He eased me back with a polite hand and walked around to my front door and beyond. He surveyed the porch and front yard in the same swift and efficient manner as the back, and then turned to me. We were facing each other separated by my whole house. The front light slammed behind him and it made him glow. I supposed I looked the same, and wondered if I seemed as mysterious and alluring as he did. Not possible.

We shut the doors and walked towards each other, meeting near my kitchen bench.

“Did he tell you he was leaving?”

“Not at all,” I said, scratching my head. “I just came from the laundry and he was gone. Maybe …” but I trailed off, feeling stupid for thinking it.

“What?” Rick said, eyes narrowed.

“Maybe he texted me letting me know why.”

Rick shrugged. “You could check.”

I did, returning with my mobile phone. I had one new message.

Justin: Had to go. Sorry, babe xoxo

“Unbelievable,” I muttered, embodying the same rage as Rick.

“What? He didn’t—” Rick looked at my mobile which I handed over, and he cut himself off to read. “He did. Where did he even go? What a bastard.”

Rick’s cheeks were inflamed now, and a telltale vein popped from his forehead. He scrubbed his temples with the heels of his hands.

I remained there not doing a thing. I hadn’t seen Rick for so long. I hadn’t a clue how to calm him down or what would be appropriate.

“It’s not a big deal,” I said. “He’s my boyfriend, not yours.”

“He’s my brother. I’m here to look out for him and the kid slips from my fingers.”

“Look out?” I asked.

Rick’s face blanched. He stood there with these big helpless arms dangling on either side of his body. He coughed and said, “Parents are away. Someone’s gotta keep him out of trouble.”

“Oh.” I sighed. “It’s nice of you to come back to keep an eye on him. I’m sure he doesn’t think so. Now he can’t run amuck with freedom.” I had so many questions to ask Rick, like whether London was an extended holiday or was he there for work or did he miss me? I couldn’t ask any of them though when we had more important things on our minds.

“I don’t think so either,” Rick said in a solemn tone. The severity of it hit me square in the chest like a physical force, and my body stood immobile while I adjusted to the weirdness of everything. Justin leaving, but also the aloof Rick Delaney that had changed since I last knew him.

“I better go search.” He patted his pockets, looked over the bench, and then ducked into the laundry room. When he emerged, he walked to the front door.

I followed, and we both turned to each other at the same time, emitting a startled chuckle from me. I placed my hand over my chest. “Thanks for everything. It’s good to see you back, Rick.” I leaned up to kiss him, and he stooped to my cheek, pecking it so lightly, only the bristle of his stubble grazed my skin.

He jogged down the front steps, unlocked his car, and was about to jump into it when he looked up at me, this big, lost expression on his handsome face. “See ya,” he called. And then he hopped in and drove.

At least he said goodbye, but the whole night had left me shaken.



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About the Author

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Rebecca Berto writes stories about love and relationships. She gets a thrill when her readers are emotional reading her books, and gets even more of a kick when they tell her so. She’s strangely imaginative, spends too much time on her computer, and is certifiably crazy when she works on her fiction. 

Rebecca Berto lives in Melbourne, Australia with her boyfriend and their pets.

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Review: A Tale of Two Pretties by Dawn Pendleton and Magan Vernon


Title: A Tale of Two Pretties (Hopeless in Hotlanta #1)

Authors: Dawn Pendleton & Magan Vernon

Publication Date: May 19, 2014




MacAllister “Mac” Barlow thought she was living the life she always dreamed of. When she catches her fiancé in the act with his secretary, she high tails it out of their apartment without looking back. Looking for a new life, she drowns her sorrows in a pitcher of beer at Tony’s Pizzeria. 

Darcy Pepper isn’t one for long-term relationships. Bouncing from guy-to-guy to get what she wants isn’t satisfying her anymore. Walking out on her current boy-toy, she finds herself at a tiny hole-in-the-wall pub. More disappointed in herself than she’s ever been, she sees Mac, a girl she vaguely remembers from high school. 

Left flat broke, the girls quickly enlist the help of a waiter at Tony’s and before they know it, they’ve got an apartment, jobs, and possibly even love interests beckoning. 

Maybe things aren’t so hopeless after all. 

*This is a new adult romantic comedy and is recommended for readers ages 17+* 
This book is the first in a five book series.


Meagan’s 4 Star Review

First of all, if one more person tells me it’s the end of summer I’m going to punch them in the face. It’s August, it’s 85, and if you try to kill my summer buzz one more time, I’m going to drown you in the lake. But I digress. Every summer I look for the perfect read. It has to be funny. Light enough that I can put it down but well thought out enough that I can’t wait to pick it back up. And of course, I’m gonna want some man candy. If this sounds like your kind of book, then I have the perfect summer read for you.

What first attracted me to the novel was it had a bit of girl-power vibe going on. And no, I’m not talking about some weird kind of Spice Girls thing. Mac and Darcy might have been broke and on their ass, but they still were independent and fierce. This wasn’t another book with timid virgins or ignorant pushovers. They had sass, especially Mac. They had brains that they *gasp* used. Okay, yes at times they used their feminine wiles to get what they needed but come on, who hasn’t shown some cleavage to help things along every now and then?

I also adored the guys. Brad/B-rad was dorky and super cute. He also pulled off sexy, crazy well. He was a great choice for Darcy. We only got to see a little of Preston, but the small bits I have seen I adore. He’s calm demeanor is a perfect contrast to Mac’s hard edges. Add in a hedgehog and you have a cast of characters that has me begging for the next book in this series.

If you’re still looking for the perfect summer read, I highly suggest A Tale of Two Pretties (Hopeless in Hotlanta #1). It’s the perfect book to keep you company on your summer vacation.



About the Authors


Magan Vernon is a Young Adult and New Adult writer who lives with her family in the insurance capital of the world. When not writing she spends her time fighting over fake boyfriends via social media. You can find her online on FacebookTwitter and her Website.



Dawn Pendleton spends her time between Maine and somewhere warm for the winter, dragging her husband and pup wherever she goes. A lover of travel, an avid reader, and a softie at heart, Dawn writes romance novels that face the dark reality of life, which is that not everyone gets a happily ever after right away. You can find her online on FacebookTwitter and her Website.

Review: Unequaled by Charity Parkerson

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Title: Unequaled (No Rival, #3)

Author: Charity Parkerson

Genre: Contemporary erotic romance

Publication Date: July 2, 2104

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave





Kerry has hated Rhys from the moment she set eyes on him. They’ve never had an encounter that didn’t end with them both enraged. Paired up at his brother’s wedding, their clashing personalities come to a head and a daring wager is made. Rhys agrees to submit to Kerry for a single evening if she will do the same. Considering the sexual flavors Rhys has enjoyed in his past, it’s one bet Rhys is sure he can’t lose. But Kerry has a few secrets of her own and her plans for him land Rhys in a place he never expected, the arms of sexy Italian solicitor, Asher D’Ettore.

Asher becomes an obsession Rhys can’t shake. His alpha ways and confident mannerisms render all of Rhys’ usual charm useless. With his hard-earned reputation in the media spotlight, Rhys is forced to make a choice between his public persona and true love.

Inside Scoop: This sexy tale includes graphic sexual male on male encounters and fetish club references which could have you searching for one in your area.




Natalie’s Review  - 3.5 Stars

Unequaled is the third book in the No Rival series by author Charity Parkerson and follows the story of MMA fighter Rhys and one very sexy Italian lawyer Asher.

Rhys has reluctantly returned home to attend the wedding of his brother Knox to Mandy, his one time girlfriend and the love of his life. At the wedding he is paired up with Kerry, an old acquaintance who he has always had a volatile relationship with.

Just when Rhys expects another fight to break out with Kerry she surprises him with a proposition – “What about an exchange? I will agree to submit to you for one night, if you agree to the same terms.” Rhys agrees not knowing that Kerry has a trick up her sleeve. When he gets to the kink club for his one night with Kerry, Asher is there waiting to take her place. Sparks fly between Asher and Rhys, not just lust but a deep connection. The sex is pretty hot too.

I don’t often read a lot of M/M books but I really did enjoyed the relationship between Rhys and Asher. Aside from all of the great sexual tension and Asher’s totally sexy dominant personality I really loved how natural they fit together. Their relationship may not have started off in the usual way but it still felt real and I appreciated that.

Now in all fairness to the author I did skip ahead a bit and passed over reading book two, Undaunted (each book can be read as a stand-alone) and although I was able to follow along with the story just fine I think having read the series in order would have helped me understand Rhys more (his story begins in book two). Now that doesn’t mean I didn’t like him or his story, I just think I would have had a deeper emotional connection if I had more of his back story. But regardless I was able to figure everything out fairly quickly without any issues.

Overall the No Rival books are entertaining and very sexy. Just think of them as a quickie – they can all be read fast and will leave you hot under the collar.

“I was angry and bitter when I met you.” Rhys ran his fingers along Asher’s jaw. Asher’s skin tingled everywhere their skin touched. “In an instant, you changed everything. In a moment, when I thought I might drown, you saved me.”





“Are you hard for me?”

Tilting his chin, Rhys cut his eyes at Asher as he made his admission. “I’m probably going to have a permanent limp.”

Asher’s lips twisted into a sinister grin. “Good. I’m going to fuck you. You’re never going to forget it.”

When was this goddamn fight going to end? As soon as the question ran through Rhys’ mind, Knox snagged the back of the dude’s neck. With a jerk, he pulled his head down while lifting his knee into the guy’s face. The double impact of downward momentum against upward thrust did the trick. With a twist, Knox tossed him to the mat. He didn’t move.

“Knockout!” The judge’s announcement rang out loudly sending the throng into cheerful hysteria.

Peccato. It seems I’ve lost. I guess you’ll have to choose to go with me willingly.” Asher paused for half a breath before tacking on, “I have cookies.”

A surprised bark of laughter escaped Rhys. “Damn. You don’t have to lure me to the dark side. I’m a hair’s breath away from exploding inside my jeans just from you breathing on the side of my neck.”

“I think I’ll have to pass on meeting your brother tonight. As you know, I’m not opposed to a public display. If you’re not in the truck in the next five minutes these people are going to get a much different show than they paid to see.”

He made it there in two. There were bruised toes and ribs along the way as he barreled his way to the door. Rhys was beyond caring. His dick was desperately beating against the zipper of his jeans begging to be closer to Asher. Yellow lights flashed as he hit the button on his keyless remote. Asher climbed into the passenger side while Rhys jumped in behind the wheel. He didn’t stop there. Rhys kept going until he was pinning Asher against the seat. Something sharp bit into his knee. He hit his elbow on Asher’s door. Nothing mattered except the taste of Asher’s lips…the sounds of his moans.

The parking lot, while filled with cars, was empty of people since there were matches scheduled for several more hours. Rhys wouldn’t have cared even if they weren’t alone. His patience was at an end. The back of his head stung where Asher gripped his hair at the roots holding him in place. The rich smell of Asher’s cologne teased Rhys’ nostrils as he dragged air into his lungs. He was starving. His hunger for Asher was more powerful than anything he’d ever experienced. It was unequaled.

Without waiting for permission, Rhys tore at the button on Asher’s jeans. Damn his mouth made him hot as hell. Rhys wanted more. Traveling south, he nipped at the column of Asher’s throat while setting his erection free. His hips left the seat as Rhys encircled it.


Rhys smiled as the strangled cry died in Asher’s throat.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded while snagging Asher’s shirt in his teeth and dragging it upward. His sculpted torso came into view. Rhys dipped his head, swiping his tongue over the ridges. Ragged breathing met his question. Rhys froze refusing to budge until he heard the words. “Say the words, Ash.”


Copyright © CHARITY PARKERSON, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.



No Rival series

No Rival series

UNSURPASSED (No Rival, #1)

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UNDAUNTED (No Rival, #2)

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UNEQUALED (No Rival, #3)

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About the Author

Charity Parkerson

Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Midnight Books, and Punk & Sissy Publications. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters. 

*2014 Readers’ Favorite finalist
*2014 Golden Ankh nominee 
*2013 Readers’ Favorite Award Winner
*2013 Reviewers’ Choice Award Winner
*2012 ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath

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Cover Reveal: Crave by B.J. Harvey

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Title: CRAVE

Author: B.J. Harvey

Release Date: Late October 2014

Genre: Erotic Romance

Cover Photographer: K Keeton Designs

Models: Storm Bailey & Cameo Yvette

Cover Designed by Najla Qamber Designs




I have a craving.

A dark urge that I’ve failed to resist despite years of trying to do that very thing.

I’ve forced myself to hide behind a mask, a perfect orchestration to hide my true self.

After I met her, my wants and needs, my inner most desires changed.

She encouraged me to embrace who I truly am, and she was willing to do anything and everything I wanted, giving herself to satisfy my most carnal appetite.

Then everything in my carefully managed world came crashing down around me. A moment in time, a loss of control, and the very thing I cherish was nearly taken from me.

My fate now lies in her hands.

The very life I’ve built for myself … everything I’ve ever done now waits in purgatory, all caused by a lack of focus at a time when my most concentrated attention was needed.

The very thing I crave may now be the very end of me.


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Author Biography – BJ Harvey


BJ Harvey is the Amazon Bestselling Author of The Bliss Romantic Comedy Series and The Lost Romantic Suspense Series. An avid music fan, you will always find her with headphones when writing, and the speakers blaring the rest of the time. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful children, and a full-time university student. BJ resides with her family in what she considers the best country in the world—New Zealand.

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