ARC Reviews


Torn (Deathstalkers MC) by Alexis Noelle. MC Romance Release & Excerpt.

Title: Torn
Series: Deathstalkers MC
Author: Alexis Noelle
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2018
That's what it's all about here.
I'd do anything for one of my brothers,
Even go with his old lady to a parent-teacher conference.
But when I see the sweet little number who's the teacher,
Suddenly, school's right up my alley.
She's innocent, naive, and sexy as Hell. 
Damn, I just want in her pants,
And to maybe teach her a thing or two.
And I'm not backing down,
I'll get to her.
But if she ever finds out the truth about our connection,
It'll sever the ties and ruin it all.
I'm just going to keep my mouth shut--
And all over her.

The loud crash jolts me out of bed and a few seconds later my mother comes running in the room. “Sweetheart you need to hide, there are people in the house.” Her voice is quiet but I can hear the fear in it. My stomach drops as my body freezes. “Now.” Her voice is a raised whisper. She points to my bedroom closet and I run trying to grab for her hand but she shoo’s me away. I open the door thanking God for once that my closet is such a disaster. I lay on the floor covering myself with any clothes I can. Mom quickly rushes over finishing the job for me. “No matter what, don’t make a sound.” She quietly shuts the door and I can hear my father’s voice downstairs. I can’t make out what he’s saying but he’s yelling at someone. There is a loud bang and my heart stops. That sounded like a gunshot but it couldn’t be, this can’t be happening right now. I lift on if the shirts just a little bit so I can see through the opening in between my door and the floor. I see mom working her way under my bed but I know I shove so much stuff under there, that there is probably no room. Heavy footsteps sound as my whole body goes rigid. The boots stop at the edge of my bed and I hear a stomach churning laugh before his hand appears and pulls my mother’s leg out from under the bed. I can hear her pleading with him to take whatever they want and go. I pray that he listens, and that whatever sound I heard my dad is still okay. He doesn’t say a word though. After a few more seconds another loud bang sounds and my mom falls to the floor. I clamp my hand over my mouth silently sobbing and praying that they don’t find me. My body is stiff from fear, and I’m scared to move because I don’t want him to find me. “Take anything that’s not nailed the fuck down but do it quick.” I hear him shout to whoever else must be in the house. He stands in my room for a minute before heading over to my dresser. “There ain’t much in here.” I hear the sound of my music box being picked up. My dad gave it to me on my last birthday. It crashes to the ground and I flinch from the noise. “All fucking junk.” The sound of the boots fades. I can hear crashing and things being thrown around as the men tear through my family home. My mom’s eyes are closed and I pray to god that she is just passed out. She can’t be gone. It feels like I sit in that closet for days listening to things banging and breaking. When the closet door opens, I scream.
Alexis Noelle lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with three kids. On top a writing career, she is a full-time student and a full-time mom. She loves spending time with her kids, although she has to hide the computer from them when she is writing! She love being active and being outdoors, especially if it involves any kind of shopping.
She has always been passionate about writing. She loves to read romance books and feels like being able to lose yourself in a book is one of the more exciting aspects. The books she loves to read and write will be ones that make you feel for the characters. Ashley believes that you should have an opinion on every character in a book whether you love them, hate them, or think they are up to something.She also believes that the most important critic is your reader, so she loves to hear from the readers. She want her fans to be open & talk to her about what they want for the characters in the story, and what they would like to see happen.


Duke, by Jax Hart. New Adult/Contemporary Romance, Cover Reveal.

Title: Duke
Author: Jax Hart
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 27, 2018
She's his obsession.
He's her downfall.
Raised in a remote town by men who would die for her, Shanna can't wait to escape years of being babysat by the archaic mentality of the men her father's MC. They live by a code. A code she's done being part of.
But even in isolated places... there are people dying to take you down.
Duke and Shanna must decide if they are going to fight for their love or watch it crash and burn when both of them are forced to make choices they can't come back from.
How far would you go for love?
I stopped in on a whim to see the old dive bar where my old man used to spend his days--getting drunk with his boys from the MC. But when I walked in and saw her... I knew I would be back and not just for anot
her round, but to make Shanna mine. 
She's asking for trouble teasing me the way that she does. 
She's made a mistake.
A bad one.
I'm not like the pathetic boys at her college. I'm an ex-marine, and I'm gonna make my BAD GIRL pay. 
But I wasn't expecting her to put up a fight. Taming her just might be the biggest battle I've faced yet, but I'm determined to make it the sweetest victory for us both.
She's my angel, but I'm her devil. 
Together we're gonna burn.

Jax Hart: Singer, a songwriter, living creatively through art. Dirty Romance author from the great state of Washington. Duke is his first full-length novel. He generally hates most people, plays the bass guitar, and enjoys camping trips with his son. 

Dirty Blue ( Dirty Justice Trilogy) by N.E. Henderson. Release, Excerpt & Giveaway.

Title: Dirty Blue
Series: Dirty Justice Trilogy
Author: N.E. Henderson
Genre: Romance - Contemporary | New Adult | Suspense

Release Date: March 20, 2018
I've known his name a long time. You'd have to live under a rock not to know of the heartless and cruel reputation the Acerbi family has established. They are monsters cloaked in suits and ties, or so my colleagues in blue have said. Being on the job, you quickly learn to watch your back, trust no one, and as much as I hate to admit this, sometimes that includes a fellow badge.
But to want to kill your own child for being born? Now that's monstrous. Unjust. And something I will not stand for. I'll take him down before I allow an innocent to be harmed.
Even if that means not only taking on the most dangerous family in Southern California but bringing down the drug lord they're in bed with too.

Excerpt from Chapter 9

“If you’re here to nag me, please leave. I’m not dealing with your cop shit today.”
“Why not? I would think the sooner you answer my questions, show me anything I want to see, be honest with me, the sooner I’ll be out of your hair. I’d have thought that would be something you would want. Don’t you want to prove your innocence?”
“You don’t have shit on me and we both know it. If you did, I’d be in handcuffs, but I’m not, am I?” It’s not a question he wants a response to and he doesn’t stop to let me give one even if I wanted to. “You think I’m dirty, your boss thinks I am, so what? I don’t give a shit, Bri. You’re not going to find anything because there is nothing to find.”
“I don’t think you’re dirty,” I defend myself, quicker than I realize what’s coming out of my mouth. Sure, it’s my job to find the evidence if it exists, but my gut has known from the day I met him he wasn’t dirty. And I don’t think he’s a drug smuggler. I do think he’s keeping something a secret, but I don’t think that’s it. Something isn’t right about this case. I’ve felt that since my interview with Gabriel’s mother.
“Then why are you here if it isn’t to dig up something you think I’m dirty of doing?”
I move, taking a step into the room, getting closer to him and not for a professional reason. His remark hit something inside me and not in a good way.
“D,” I sigh, taking another step. “This is my job. A case that involves you was assigned to me. My job is to determine if there is any validation to the accusation against you. I am going to be thorough in this investigation whether you like it or not.” I tap my index finger on his desk to drive my point home. “But at no point”—my own anger starts to seep out of my voice—“did I ever give you the impression I thought you were dirty.”
I’m getting mad and I’ve never shown emotions or lost my composure on the job before. The fact that I am now, with him, is only agitating me.
His dark eyes cut away from me, but I see the moment his temper takes a step back. After another second, he looks down.
“The first day we met, you told me you thought I had an illegal business relationship with Diaz.” His eyes glide up. “Are you saying that’s changed? You no longer think I’m in bed with the Mexican Devil?”
This is what I didn’t need. The lines between us are more blurred than I thought.
He’s right; I did say that. It was a tactic I often use. A tactic I wanted to work on him, but it didn’t.
My knee touches one of his, startling the both of us. I didn’t even realize I’d moved this close. I’m too close and I shouldn’t be in his personal space. I know better, yet I’m not taking a step away.
“I’ve heard a lot of things about your family, mostly of your father through others on the force, but I never believe anything as truth until it’s proven. Until I see it for myself.” I place my palm on his shoulder. “The first day we met, something told me you weren’t bad, or dirty, as you said. I don’t judge without knowledge, without the truth, Drago. And right now, for some unknown reason, I don’t believe you’re guilty of all the accusations that have been made.”
The next thing I know, I’m in his arms and he’s out of his chair, standing. In a quick move, I’m placed down on his desk, on top of sheets of paper while his lips come down onto mine in such a soft manner it contradicts the aggressive way he just handled me.
I smile against his mouth, not able to hold my form to his. I like this way too much. Who knew rough and gentle could go together so well?
Still . . . This can’t happen. Again.
I go to put my hands on his chest to push him away, but he anticipates my action, quickly pushing them down. Drago then leans in closer to me, pushing my chest backward, making me strain to stay upright. His hand comes down on my dress pants, parting my thighs where it eats up the remaining space between us.
“Dra . . .” I try to say his name between our lips, but it comes out more like a moan when his other hand goes inside my suit jacket, cupping my waist.
Shit. I do not have a handle on this at all.
“D,” I finally get out, pulling away from him and successfully getting my hands on his chest, but when I push, he barely moves. Instead, he has my wrist in his hand, quickly pinning it to my back and holding me from falling at the same time. Next, my other wrist is in the hand that leaves my waist and before I know it, it’s also behind my back. A second later, my eyes widen at the realization that he’s cuffed me—with my own fucking handcuffs that were stashed between my back, clipped over my pants.
How the hell did he do that?
“What the fuck?”
N. E. Henderson is the author of sexy, contemporary romance. When she isn’t writing, you can find her reading some form of romance or in her Maverick playing in the dirt.
She was born and raised in Mississippi where she currently lives with her husband, son, and their Bull Terrier, Xena. She loves to hear from her readers so if you connect on social media or if you meet her at a signing you can call her Nancy.
When Nancy was way too young to watch shows like Knot’s Landing—which she was—she watched a mini-series called Lucky Chances and fell hard for a heroine from Jackie Collins Santangelo series. Years later . . . but not too many years later (in 8th grade), Nancy came across a book called Chances in a small vintage bookstore in her hometown. The rest is history. A love for reading was born.