WARNING - This is a book about female domination and male submission. It is filthy and rude and should not be read by anyone under 18 or anyone that is a prude. WOW what a dirty little book this is!! Hand on heart I have to honestly say it is the dirtiest book I think I have ever read!! I have never read a book where the female is the dominant one either, it makes a nice refreshing change. Any I have read are usually the male as the dominant and the female as the submissive. Normally I'm not into M/M and certainly not into reading about pegging but this just seemed to fit into part of the stories so much that I pretty much just accepted it was written in it. It wasn't a particularly long read which suited me at the time as I had minimal time with it being half term and kids being at home. (Kinda feels wrong reading sex scenes when they're in the house lol.) Leigh Stone has the filthiest, dirtiest imagination I have ever seen. In the words of oliver "Please ma'am can I have some more??" **I was gifted a copy for my honest review**
Grab a box of tissues before you read this book. Trust me because you won't be able to put it down and when you get through it you will be crying.
Marley is the story of Carnage 1 & 2 but told from Georgia's big brother Marley Layton's point of view. You have to have read carnage 1 & 2 before you read this.
Now having read those two you know the basic storyline, what you don't know is the untold parts. The secrets and the lies. This book discloses those.
Marley and Sean well they are pretty bad boys it comes to light. But you know what? I still love them. Everyone makes mistakes and the big thing is that they both own up to them in this book.
I love that we get to see the story between Marley and his wife Ashley. To see how they got together and how their relationship played out was lovely. He really did need someone like her to set him straight. My favourite scene was when he returns to find what she's done to his flat!!! classic!!
By the time I finished it I felt like I had been gutted, wrung out and strung up to dry. The emotional rollercoaster this book takes you on is surreal. Something I feel personally only Lesley Jones can do. And she does it superbly.
Another fantastic, gutwrenching, heartaching read.
My name is Abigale Hayes. My story has been brutal thus far, but
brutal is nothing I haven’t felt my entire life. I love Evan Young. He’s
everything to me. There are monsters waiting, lurking, and ready to
pounce. I seriously recommend you’re careful who you choose to trust. I
wasn’t.
I’m Evan Young. I love her, I want to keep her safe and
happy. I’m failing on both counts. I’ve chosen to bring her into a life
filled with evil. I should let her go, but I can’t, I won’t. She’s mine
and I’m hers, end of.
Kimberly has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing has always been a big part of her life. She enjoys a world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautiful children she decided she wasn’t busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down her hand cuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.
Kimberly loves discovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that’s different. Her many interests include Google, you heard it! Google. If you need to know any unusual or interesting fact she has searched it and can recite it. Her motto is: Why be the same as everyone else when you can stand out?
When Kimberly isn’t writing or playing superhero for her children, she takes care of her patients as a Registered nurse in the field of hospice.
Love Reflection – Book 1 in the Entwined Hearts Series
Synopsis
What happens when you find the love of your life, then you lose them?
Pearson Amberry lost the only man she’d ever loved. She has secrets she’s kept close for many years. Descending into a downward spiral that she couldn’t pull herself out of, her life was fast becoming just an existence. That was until a new man entered her life. A man with secrets of his own, and when the love of her life comes back unexpectedly, she knows it’s time to come clean.
Conner McKenna took a step back when he hurt Pearson. He left for another country when his work took him there, even though he didn’t want to. After years of trying to be her friend, and wanting to be back in her bed, he decided enough was enough. When one of their friends is attacked, he realises that life is too short and he needs to move heaven and earth to try and win her heart one more time. However, when he realises the truth will he be able to deal with it, and will he still look at Pearson the same way?
What will happen when secrets are revealed, and emotions are running high? Can they move on from their past and can they recognise the love reflected in each other?
Love Resisted – Book 2 in the Entwined Hearts Series.
Synopsis
Sophie Rawlings has been the party girl for years. Drowning herself in everything but the one man she truly loves. She’s pushed her feelings deep down, knowing he doesn’t return them. The only other man to ever make her feel has suddenly become part of her self-appointed family and she’s not sure where that leaves her. Having been attacked recently, she’s sworn off guys for good.
So what will she do when she suddenly becomes the centre of attention?
What’s worse, is that not all attention is good. Sometimes the wrong attention can be life-altering…sometimes the wrong attention can extinguish the life you lead in the blink of an eye.
Dane has only ever loved one woman in his whole life. Nova. When he lost her everything went dark, his mind, his soul, and his life. She was his light, his heart. A decade later fate plays a cruel joke bringing them back together, only to tear them apart again, when he realises she has no idea who he is. Now he has to battle, wage war, and bring grown men to their knees to get her back. The biggest fight he faces is turning away from the darkness and letting the light in.
All Libby Burchall remembers is a mediocre life, she’s just existed for over a decade. Scared of her history and confused about who she is, the safe path is the only one she’s travelled. When a face that she can’t remember breezes in from the past, calling her Nova and looking at her like she’s a ghost, it sets off a chain reaction of emotions that she can’t ever remember feeling before. Now she can’t stop seeing his eyes, hearing his voice, and being consumed by the dark, intense and insanely beautiful man that made her feel alive.
Two shattered halves of one soul. He wants her light to illuminate the never-ending darkness. She wants to run, but something keeps dragging her back.
Authors Note and WARNING: Monster is a work of fiction intended for adult readers above 18. It contains dark and sensitive subject matter that may make readers uncomfortable.Contains explicit language and descriptions of sexual situations.
Excerpt
Jack~Every part of my body throbs with an aching pain. It hurts so much that I can’t sleep. I don’t dare put on any of the clothes Master and Mistress Ryland brought earlier in the evening, it will hurt my raw skin too much. Sophia managed to put on a light dress. She’s currently sitting on the side of the bed, staring at me. She tilts her head, thinking hard on something.Growing up with Sophia, I know everything about her. I know she’s lost much more of herself over the years than I have, and that’s saying a lot, seeing as there’s nothing left of me.I wait, knowing she’s about to speak her mind. She brings her feet up onto the mattress and folds her arms around her shins, resting her chin on her knees. She keeps her eyes on something outside the window, when she says, “It feels different here. Master and Mistress Ryland seem nice.” She looks at me and smiles. I don’t know how she manages to smile. I just want to die! “I think we’ll be happy here.”I turn my back to her and grumble, “In order to be happy I actually have to care about life.” I’m done caring. I cared about David and those feeling were used to control me. Caring for someone only makes you vulnerable. I’ll never place myself in such a position again.I hear someone come into the room and I don’t even bother to see who it is. Something is placed on the table between the two beds and then a soft voice says, “What’s this I hear of you wasting my soup, Son.”I glance over my shoulder, but the movement only causes me pain. I watch as an elderly lady pulls a chair closer to the bed I’m on. “My mama always said; waste not, want not,” she goes on talking. Her eyes are a vibrant blue and her hair grey with a purple tinge to it. “Now I’ve brought you another bowl of soup and you’ll eat every last drop. I’ve also brought you some pills for the pain.”The painkillers get my attention. I struggle into a sitting position, my eyes never leaving the woman. Trust no one and expect anything. “I’m Miss Ella and that’s what you’ll call me. Don’t even try to call me Miss E, I’m nobody’s missy. My mama gave me the name Ella and I expect you to use it.” She scoops a bit of soup up and then blows on the broth before she brings it to my lips. The action reminds me of Momma. She used to do that too, so I wouldn’t burn my mouth. I take a few bites before Miss Ella asks, “What’s your name, Son?”I don’t answer her. I don’t want to be here and I don’t want to get friendly with anyone. Sophia clears her throat, “His name is Jack.”Miss Ella smiles at Sophia. “Thank you, dear, and you are?”“I’m Sophia.” Miss Ella feeds me until the bowl is empty and my stomach full. I want to cry with relief when she places the painkillers in my mouth. I quickly swallow them down with some water. “My room is the one right by the stairs. If the pain gets to be too much come wake me.” She gathers the dishes and then gives me and Sophia each a pointed look. “You need to eat all your food so your bodies can heal. There’s a lot of work to be done. Everyone works here to earn their keep.” An icy ripple spreads down my spine. Miss Ella looks at Sophia. “As soon as you’re up to it you can help me in the kitchen.” And then she looks at me. “River says you’ve been born with a green thumb. That’s a good thing because no one around here likes to garden, and I’m too old to be playing with flowers. We can do with some color around here, so as soon as you’re better you can fix the gardens up nicely.”She looks pleased with herself. “Now get a good night’s rest and I’ll see you in the morning.”I can go on gardening here? Miss Ella said nothing about sex. Come to think of it neither did Mistress and Master Ryland. That doesn’t mean anything! As soon as we’re better they’ll put us to work. After all, Miss Ella said we have to earn our keep.
About Michelle Hort
Michelle Horst is thirty seven years old and is from South Africa.She's been in love with reading from an early age. She has a passion for all things books, but she has an ultimate soft spot for nature and animals.She first tried her hand at writing in early 2009 and as the first words started to form into a book, she knew she was hooked. Dreams spilled onto pages, and that was the beginning of a wonderful journey.One filled with joy. One filled with passion and heart stopping moments.But most of all, it's filled with such pride and peace as a story comes to life, and characters fill your life, living in the very walls of your mind, living in the minds of your readers. There is nothing as satisfying as that.Thank you for each and every story you share with me.
Love is patient and kind… Its strength can build bridges and knock down walls. It can give people hope - a purpose. But there is a side to love that is unforgiving and cruel - a side to love that breaks hearts.
Love can suffocate, and love can turn to hate.
Billy Taylor meandered through life, only ever giving half. Ruled by his father’s grief, he gave up on his own dreams in a bid to keep life ticking along, desperately craving the unconditional love of his parents. It wasn’t until Eve Swallow fell into his life again, rousing his empty heart, that he dared to hope for a chance to live life on his terms.
Never quite good enough in the eyes of her overpowering mother, Eve kept herself locked away inside her own head, immersing herself in her passion for art and music, and doing anything in her power to avoid getting close to anyone. When she connected with Billy’s eyes, that still haunted her dreams after so long, fear kicked in, and all she could do was the one thing she was sure would protect her…
Run.
If two lost souls collided and a love so deep was born, it would surely take a herd of elephants to tear them apart…
Meet the Author
Raised in a little village in North Wales, a fierce love of books and reading was instilled in Eleanor by her parents from a very early age, and she has vivid memories of reading secretly under the blankets with a torch for hours after lights out, often getting caught! She was blown away by The Borribles Trilogy - Michael De Larrabeiti at nine years old, and it was then that she fell head over heels with idea of imaginary worlds.
A persistent and professional daydreamer, something she still prides herself on being, she spent most of her early childhood inside her own head making up stories or scenarios, climbing trees, building dens or doing anything arts and crafty. Music also played a huge part of her young life. Growing up on The Beatles, U2 and Status Quo, her obsession with Top of the Pops and vinyl twelve inches grew into a love affair with music that has only grown and expanded over time: there is rarely a moment where music is not playing in her life, and in turn, rarely a time when she is not singing, even if it is in her head!
She had always thought she would write a book some day - it has been an ambition for as long as she can remember - and has always been told that she ‘has a way with words’. Over the years, she’s dabbled in the odd piece of prose, helped friends to write letters and résumés and prides herself on her hilarious lyrical genius when composing poems for friends birthdays! Life, however, got in the way and her dream was stored on the back burner as she put herself through university and started a family. It was only when she was nearing the ‘forty’ milestone that she decided it was time she got some of the ramblings and chatterings in her head down on paper.
A creative, guitar-playing mum of one boisterous, but pretty damn cool boy, she classes herself as a Yorkshire gal now after moving to Leeds when she was eleven. Eleanor works full time as a teacher, but grabs every spare minute she can to write; be it on the train, lunchtimes at school or foregoing sleep for an extra hour or two in the evenings. Her hope for the future is for people to fall in love with her characters as much as she does. Not a big ask really!
