5 Star Review – Play With Me, Baby by Fiona Davenport

Play With Me, Baby
Fiona Davenport
(Elle Christensen & Rochelle Paige)
*A Yeah, Baby Novella*
     

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BLURB:
Guy Rule: It’s only stalking if you get caught.
Rhys Campbell doesn’t believe in love at first
sight, until he sees Macy Holland in a coffee shop and finds himself stalking
her across town… to a sex toy shop.
Macy isn’t sure what to think about Rhys, except
that he’s sexy as sin in his custom suits and even hotter out of them with all
his tatted up muscles. The sassy virgin finds herself quickly falling into his
bed, but little does she know he’s playing for keeps.
Warning: If sexy heroes with tattoos
and piercings make you want to bite your lip and do dirty things…read on.
REVIEW

There are very few books I haven’t liked by the writing duo of Fiona Davenport, but Play With Me, Baby just may be my favorite one to date!  Don’t expect a long drawn-out plot that is hard to comprehend or over-the-top drama that leaves you feeling weepy and tired…nope!  You can expect smokin’ hot sex, amazing chemistry between an uber-alpha hero and his sassy, smart leading lady.  Truly, I LOVED Rhys and Macy!  Rhys is controlled and rigid in his lifestyle..all work, no play makes Rhys a very dull boy!  Enter an coffee shop sighting of Macy, or plucky heroine, and Rhys’ very structured and controlled life shatter around him.  The best part….he shatters the glass himself!  I love how he pursues her from the second he lays eyes on her, and beyond.  My mind is further blown that our heroine gives a merry chase, and she’s a smart cookie to boot!  She stands up to him and questions him and gives him a run for his money!  These two are certainly a match made in heaven and the sparks between the two of them are incendiary.  I read erotic romance DAILY and still the sex between them was so raw and powerful, I blushed!  This book seriously sucked me right in (no joke, I started it while working out on an arc trainer at the gym and I was so engrossed, 45 minutes passed and I didn’t realize it until my machine cut off so thanks, ladies!).  It’s very short and fast paced with insta-love written all over it, but it packs an emotional punch, and I’m sure you will be as pleased with the ending as I was. What can I say, Fiona Davenport is my hero and I can’t wait for the next book in this series!  5 stars!

 

EXCERPT
After getting ready for bed—wearing pajama pants I
had to dig out of the back of my closet since I usually slept naked—I decided
to look in on her and make sure she was comfortable and had everything she
needed.  
I knocked on the closed door and waited, then tried
again. When I still heard nothing I assumed she was asleep, but a small part of
me was worried that she might have slipped and fallen in the bath or been a victim
of some other calamity. Flimsy excuse.
Quietly, I turned the knob on the door and pushed it
open. Her light was still on and a hasty glance at her bed showed it was empty.
“Macy?” I called, walking fully into the room. The bathroom light was on and the
door was wide open, so I padded over to it. Just as I reached the entrance, I
froze in mid-stride. Every nerve in my body coiled tight, unable to move.
Except my cock which was rapidly growing and hardening.
Macy was just slipping my shirt over her head and
before it fell, I got a glimpse of all that was underneath. High, rounded
breasts that would fit so well in my hands, pink nipples that made my mouth
water. A slender torso, nipped in waist, and a belly button that had my tongue
itching to lick around it. Her hips flared out just enough to be perfect for a
tight grip while she was thoroughly fucked from behind. Toned, sexy legs, and
my jaw practically dropped to the ground at the sight of her smooth, bare
pussy.
Son of a fucking bitch! I mentally screamed at the
fucking garment that was hiding all that perfection.
OTHER BOOKS BY FIONA DAVENPORT
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RISQUE CONTRACTS SERIES
Penalty Clause
Contingency Plan
Fraternization Rule
Risqué
Contracts Series Box Set
Penalty Clause, Contingency Plan
& Fraternization Rule
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YEAH, BABY SERIES
Baby, You’re Mine
Baby Steps
Baby, Don’t Go
Yeah, Baby Series Box Set
Baby, You’re Mine, Baby Steps &
Baby, Don’t Go
Dance With Me, Baby
A Yeah, Baby Novella
I’m Yours, Baby
A Yeah, Baby Novella
Brief Me, Baby
A Yeah,
Baby Novella
SEX & VOWS SERIES
Until Death Do We Part
For You, I Will
Mafia Ties Series
Nic & Anna’s Story
Deception
Danger
Devotion
Nic & Anna Box Set
Mafia Ties
Brandon & Carly’s Story
Pursuit
Power
Passion
Brandon & Carly Box Set
STANDALONE
My Father’s Best Friend
Not So Temporarily Married
My Step-Dad’s Brother
ABOUT FIONA DAVENPORT
    
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 sexy stories and share them with others who are like me and enjoy their books on the steamier side. Fiona Davenport is my super-secret alias, which is kind of awesome since I’ve always wanted one.


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Release Day Launch – Plus One by Missy Blake

 

 

Today we’re having the release day blitz for Plus One by M.N. Forgy writing as Missy Blake. I am so excited to bring you this sexy contemporary romance! Check it out and be sure to get your copy today!

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Title: Plus One

Author: M.N. Forgy writing as Missy Blake

Genre: Romantic Comedy

 

About Plus One:

No feelings.

No lies of calling the next day, and no empty promises of not banging anyone’s mother.

If I could act like I’ve never met a set of twins I screwed on the same night, thinking they were the same person, then I could do this.

It was the perfect set up for a fake relationship and it was simple.

We faked our smiles, we faked our laughs; hell, we even faked our love. It wasn’t real.

But that kiss was anything but fake, and the orgasm was anything but pretend.

 

Somehow my plus one had become more, and now I’m standing here with my underwear around my ankles wondering what in the hell to do next.

 

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I turn around to ask for one of his shirts and find him shirtless and tugging down his jeans.

Holy back porn.

It’s outlined in muscle and is a golden tan. Holy shit he has lower back dimples too. My eyes skim along his bare skin, wishing it were my hands instead. My hands strangle themselves, my mouth parting to allow the labored breathing to pass.

His jeans drop to his feet, and he bends over to kick them off. That round ass on display for my pleasure. My eyes scan the white tight briefs cleaning to his tight—.

Wait, are those bananas?

“What are you wearing?” Using the back of my hand I try to hide my smile.

Standing upright he looks over his shoulder, a devilish look crosses his face.

“These?” He tugs on the elastic band of his briefs, making the banana prints dance. “They’re underwear,” he responds like I should know that.

“I know they’re underwear. I just didn’t peg you for a banana-wearing kind of guy,” I laugh again.

“I bring a whole new meaning to banana hammock, baby.” He turns and the smile on my face is wiped clean when I see the length and girth of that bulge in his underwear.

 

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About Missy Blake:

Bestselling author M.N. Forgy known for her suspense gritty romances has decided to take a walk on a different side of things writing under pen name Missy

Missy Blake is the perfect outlet to express her sassy, funny, romantic side of M.N. Forgy.

So with a glass of wine in her hand, she trudges forward to deliver the perfect book boyfriend in a variety of worlds.

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Book Spotlight – Reckless Hearts by Heather Van Fleet

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Title: Reckless Hearts

Author: Heather Van Fleet

Series: Reckless Hearts, #1

ISBN: 9781492637165

Pubdate: February 7, 2017

Genre: Contemporary

Three alpha men and a baby.

What could possibly go wrong?

From boot camp to the Iraqi desert, best friends Collin, Max, and Gavin have been through hell and back. But these rugged Marines might need help facing their biggest challenge: raising Collin’s nine-month-old daughter, Chloe.

After the death of his girlfriend in an accident, Collin Montgomery has sworn off serious relationships. His buddies have his back—and convince him it’s okay to cut loose sometimes. Enter the hottest, smartest girl he’s ever met. But what he really needs is a nanny.

Addison Booker needs a job desperately—and fast. She shows up to interview for the nanny position only to find the sexy, cocky man she can’t get out of her head. Collin knows hiring her is a bad idea—they disagree about almost everything—but Addison is so good with little Chloe. And there’s no substitute for chemistry, right?

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Excerpt:

To curb the anxiety brewing hot inside me, I grabbed Addie by the wrist and marched her to the door.

“Hey, watch it.” She clawed at my hand, only making me want to hang on tighter.

“What is your deal, Collin?”

“It’s time for you to go.” I kept hold of her arm, but not as tight, and grabbed her coat, shoving it against her chest.

“What’d I do this time?” She lifted her chin—always lifting her damn chin. Taking pride to a level I wasn’t even capable of most days anymore.

“Nothing.” I let go of her arm, my hands itching to grab her and pull her close.

Instead, I walked to the door and unlatched the lock.

“Oh no. Don’t think so, buddy.” She threw her coat and her hat onto the floor, crossing her arms just under her breasts. “If I’m going to work for you, we need to set some ground rules.”

I tightened my hands into fists, fingernails digging into my palms. One step forward, then two, and she was in front of me, one eyebrow arched. Her curled lips saying I won’t back down. And damn I didn’t want her to. She messed with me, all fire and sass. And it made me fucking hot.

“You are the most ungrateful son of a bitch I’ve ever met in my life, and if you really and truly want me to be your child’s nanny, then you better cut the attitude or else I’m gonna—”

“Stop talking.” Couldn’t help myself. I had to do it. So I grabbed her waist and yanked her to my chest, while clutching the bottom of her shirt with my other hand. Eyes wide and lips parted, I took what I wanted and kissed her. Hard. Unforgivingly. Relentlessly.

And holy shit.

I mean, holy.

Shit.

That kiss was so much. But it wasn’t enough—never would be enough either. Not until I had her against the wall, touching her anywhere she’d let me touch her. Skin on skin, flesh on flesh. Just once, that’s all I’d ask for. I wasn’t a greedy man, just needy and desperate for the only woman who’d ever mind-fucked me before she actually fucked me.

Fighting against every instinct I had, I used my tongue to explore, only to feel her arms wrap around my neck and her fingers dig into my scalp in response.

With her reaction, my restraint snapped in half.

I walked her backward. She obliged, hands desperate and tight as she clung to me. Warm body soft against mine, pliant and so damn sexy. Almost as needy as my own.

My knee went between her thighs as I pushed her back against the door. She moaned against my lips, the sound going straight to my cock. Her tongue was wet, my brain was fuzzy, but I needed this. I needed her.

I lifted her higher, her legs going right around my waist. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, and I lowered my hands to her ass, squeezing. The skirt she wore rode up higher and higher as she writhed against me, until nothing but her panties pressed against my jeans. She shivered as I rocked her pussy up and down against my cock.

Hot. Tight. Warm. That’s exactly how I imagined she’d be if I sank inside her.

She tipped her head back, bumping it against the wood. Her breathing was frantic, her chest rising and falling in time with my own. I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking her skin. She tasted clean, fresh, and I groaned low in my throat, wanting nothing more than to bite her, mark her. Make her mine for just one night.

“Collin,” she whispered, her body trembling as she moved. I rocked her harder against me, sure I was going to come from the friction of the movement alone.

“Please,” she cried out, dry humping my cock like it was all she’d ever need again. And if this was the last woman I ever made come, I’d damn sure not regret it.

“Ain’t gonna stop. Wanna make you feel good.”

I’d been an ass all night to the girl. The least I could do was get her off…and enjoy myself at the same time.

She leaned forward, whimpering as she buried her forehead against my neck. I shut my eyes, blocking out everything around us and inhaling her hair, a smell I’d never forget.

Sweat dripped down my temples as I guided her up and down my length. My hands, as greedy as my lips, now digging tighter into her ass over her skimpy panties.

“Jesus. Addie.”

She shuddered at my words, moving faster, softly crying through what I knew was a quick release.

Damn, did I love that sound. Hadn’t realized how much I missed it until it came from her. And I wanted to hear it again, until she cried out my name next time, loud as hell so the world would know I’d been the one to do this to her. For her.

But then her breathing slowed and she kissed my neck, the sensation light and soft. Too intimate. Too much.

And that’s when the high came crashing down, hitting me as hard as a truck.

I’d just dry-fucked my daughter’s new nanny against the front door.

And I liked it.

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Author Information:

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Contemporary romance author Heather Van Fleet is stay-at-home-mom turned book boyfriend connoisseur. She’s a wife to her high school sweetheart, a mom to three little girls, and in her spare time you can find her with her head buried in her Kindle, guzzling down copious amounts of coffee. Heather was born and raised in Moline, Illinois, where she lives with her wonderful family. 

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Book Blitz – Carnal Obsession: His Heart’s Prisoner by Reily Garrett

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Blurb

Life on the street molds emotional athletes.

Three years ago, her brother’s death marked the beginning of Kendra’s new life, an existence with no home, no family, and no friends. Time in the underground byways toughened her emotional shell with the loose association of like-minded street rats where survival meant compromise and constant vigilance.

Before he died, Billy had sent her a package in care of his teammate, Conner. For Kendra, re-entrance into polite society comes with a deadly price, as betrayal comes from both sides of the grave.

Conner Crofton owns the BDSM club Ambrosia. After failing to protect his teammate on their last covert mission, penance takes form as a promise to safeguard Billy’s little sister, a girl he’d unknowingly remanded to a world of darkness and uncertainty, deception and psychopathic stalkers.

The past will always haunt us. Each must earn forgiveness and trust as passion, guilt, deception, and betrayal, interweave a destiny formed long ago. A romantic suspense with a twist.

 

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Excerpt:

“You? You own this animated horror show? Conner, what happened to you?” A decade ago, he and Billy had filled her head with fantasies only an innocent could dream, back when sex in a t-shirt carried the easy grace of a natural predator and filled her delusions of eternal love. Time had lent fuel to her imagination. Like a boiler that continued to build up too much pressure, her thoughts skated along the razor’s edge of a volcano. The age-old longing persisted despite current reality’s intervention and the memory of how Conner had led Billy into the military, to his death.

“Hello, Kendra. I’m glad you and your band could make it tonight. I look forward to hearing you sing again.” That sweltry intonation could curl an iron bar, yet there dwelt a deep sadness, as if memories pulled him down a road too often traveled.

An audible gulp. Her mouth opened and closed several times without issuing a sound.

She couldn’t look at him, not when her face flamed with the memories of first infatuation. The disappointment invading her mind now stung the back of her eyelids. “When did you turn into a pervert?” It was too much to bear. She needed the quiet and peaceful white noise of the street, wind chimes on someone’s front porch, a car backfiring, a breeze sifting through the trees and blowing the road’s detritus in small dust devils.

“Nice place you have here, Mr. Crofton.” Daeron, ever the peacemaker, stepped forward to shake Conner’s hand.

“Yeah, all it needs is some spider architecture, pointed hats, and magic wands. Oh, and I think you’re missing a vat of boiling oil.” Mumbled words lost the bite of her intent.

“Can’t say spiders do much for me, but we do have plenty of oil and violet wands. Most women think of them as magic.” Conner’s husky laugh scorched the knot in her throat like melted sand, changing its consistency until acid threatened to spew forth.

“Looks damn interesting.” Daeron’s comment would earn him an all-out brawl later.

Freaking traitor. Men always stick together.

After a moment, Conner’s words sank in. No!

“Violet? You’re gay?”

It seemed bystanders thought her a comedian or imbecile, their laughter creating more blazing heat to encompass her face.

Marc, brother of her current tormentor, took pity as he stepped forward. “Hi, Mackendra. It’s been a long time.” Sympathy radiated from him in waves to envelop her in a maelstrom of cloying, sickly sweet flashbacks she couldn’t handle. Of the four brothers, he’d been the nice one.

“Hi, Marc. Let me guess, you’re also part of this zoo?” Regardless of his intended sincerity, she couldn’t rest her gaze on either man. “This den of perverts?”

“You got it, hon. You ready to work? I’ve missed hearing your zany and spirited songs.” Marc stepped forward to offer a hug yet stopped short of contact.

No! She couldn’t abide the company of men whose lives had been twisted by pain and despair, the last men to see her brother alive. Conner’s presence ushered Billy’s last words to fill her mind before he ditched her for another military stint, his final tour. “You’re being selfish, mongrel. I need to do this, protect my brothers. You’ll be safe here, yet they won’t be unless I go back. When I return, we’ll start a new chapter in life, together.”

Well that sure as hell happened. Just not the way I’d planned.

The physical ache in her heart wasn’t relieved with the pressure of fist against chest. She turned and ran, just as she always did when the agony of memories washed over her. She would never again allow anyone to witness her suffering.

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Author Information:

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Reily Garrett is a West Coast girl transplanted to the East Coast. Past employments as an ICU nurse, private investigator, and military police officer has given her a host of different environments to add a real world feel to her writing.

Though her kids are her life, writing is her life after. The one enjoyed…after the kids are in bed or after they’re in school and the house is quiet. This is the time she kicks back with laptop, surrounded by her shepherds, to give her imagination free rein.

 In life, hobbies can come and go according to our physical abilities, but you can always enjoy a good book. Life isn’t perfect, but your imagination can be. Relax, whether it’s in front of a fire or in your own personal dungeon. Take pleasure in a mental pause as you root for your favorite hero/heroine and bask in their accomplishments, then share your opinions over a coffee with your best friend (even if he’s four legged). Life is short. Cherish your time.

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