Review: Beautiful Bounty by MJ Nightingale

Beautiful Bounty

MJ Nightingale

Release Date: November 28, 2014

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Synopsis

Ronnie Sears has a college degree, a promising future, a boyfriend, and a plan. But, her perfect life comes crashing down around her in the blink of an eye. Arrested, framed for drug smuggling, and facing years behind bars, Ronnie sees no choice but to run. Only she can prove her innocence.

Nikko Marino is a sexy, devastatingly charming bounty hunter. His job, as told to him by his older brothers, is to keep an eye on the curvaceous blonde. Make sure she doesn't run. But what his brothers don't know is that he and Ronnie have a past. He and the Ice Princess are more than mere passing acquaintances. She makes his blood burn, and he knows how to warm up this woman.

Nikko wants to prove himself, but this beauty might just take him down. With his reputation on the line, will Nikko, the hot-blooded youngest Marino, fall for this temptress? Will he be able to protect this beautiful bounty from herself, from the man who framed her, but most importantly can he protect his heart?

Beautiful Bounty is the first book in The Bounty Hunters - The Marino Bros.
Suspenseful, erotic, and romantic, these books are packed with passion, sex and characters you will love. What more could you want?
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Excerpt #1 

“Seriously Nikko.” She rolled her eyes at him, just shook her head, and began to fiddle with the wrapping on her straw.  She popped it into the top of the Styrofoam container, and then took a sip of her strawberry milkshake, a long one.
He watched her curiously.  He knew he had been flirting, but only to make her jealous, and realize what she missed out on last summer by running from him.  He began to peel the paper off of his own straw when she finally came up for air. He wished those lips were sucking something else.  His cock was enjoying the thought immensely.  He was grateful the table was hiding his powerful erection.
As Ronnie took another pull on the straw she saw Nikko squirm on the seat uncomfortably as he tried to get his straw unwrapped.  “Oh yes!” she whispered huskily and licked her lips.  She put the straw back in her mouth to suck a little more of the frothy, creamy concoction into her mouth. Two, could play his game, she thought, as his jaw hit the dirt.  She could make more out of her enjoyment of the milkshake than she really felt and give him a little dose of his own medicine.  She released the straw and then darted out her tongue to lick the tiny bubble of ice cream that appeared on top. Nikko jammed his straw into his own mouth and looked at her fiercely.  Smiling and then ignoring him, she popped the straw back into her mouth sucking greedily.
Nikko’s mouth dropped at the sight of Ronne’s lips on the straw, sucking.  And her words practically had him shoot a load like he was a teenaged boy again.  His blood was pumping in his veins. The wrong veins, or maybe the right ones. He felt his cock in his pants stir against the constraints.  The second, no maybe third time that day, she’d made him harder than the Rock of Gibraltar.  He shifted on the wooden seat uncomfortably. His balls would be blue in no time if she continued her little sensuous torment much longer.  He knew what she was doing, but that didn’t, couldn’t stop his reaction to it.
He finally took another sip of his own drink needing the coolness of it to tame the flames she was fanning.  It was good.  “Oh yes,” he teased her back saying it breathily.  “So good!” he purred and went in for another sip.
They exchanged glances over their straws and then both of them couldn’t help themselves, they burst out laughing simultaneously.
They laughed, and for Ronnie it felt good.  It was the first time she had laughed in days, and had not thought about all the things she had to face.  For Nikko, it was startling.  He realized he loved her laugh, and would like to hear her do that more often.  Like last summer, he realized there was something about this girl who made him want more than just a roll in the hay.  But, he couldn’t think of that now.

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REVIEW

4 stars  

Dear lord... I want a Nikko.
The blurb on Beautiful Bounty is kind of misleading. I thought Ronnie would be this bitch breaking Nikko's heart. Not so. Ronnie gets framed with drugs by her exboyfriend on their way back from a cruise. A year before that, she had an almost rendezvous with the notorious player that is Nikko. The struggles within the family, not only stress but financial burden and all that consumes a family after something like this, especially when there is never any doubt of her innocence, is hauntingly portrayed. It's like a train wreck just waiting to happen and you can't look away. There were moments where I felt so bad for Ronnie, and moments I wanted to slap Nikko. When Nikko is called upon not only to bail her but to watch over her, old flames reignite and these two start a deliciously steamy relationship.
There is a lot of attention to detail in this book, which is something that always earns bonus points for me. All in all, a great suspenseful and steamy read.

Excerpt #2

Ronnie knew she was drunk because this was just feeling so good. She needed to stop him. But somehow she couldn’t. He smelled so damn good. The cologne, the sea breeze, the wind, and his tongue trailing down her neck had her senses spiraling. That and the three glasses of champagne she had consumed. His lips and teeth nuzzled her neck, little nips that felt like tiny explosions.  His hand slid up her rib cage. She felt the timeless exploration under her breast as he tested its weight. He gently squeezed, and then flicked her nipple beneath the thin material of the bridesmaid gown she wore. He pulled the cup down and a cool blast of night air hit her before his mouth descended on the tiny bud. His mouth was hot. Oh yes! His tongue divine as it titillated her even further. She was the opposite of senseless. She was on fire.
Nikko couldn’t believe his luck. The blond beauty had given him the cold shoulder whenever their paths crossed. But, the little ice princess had warmed up to him. All it had taken was a few drinks, a few dances, and a few suggestions whispered in her ear. He murmured his appreciation around the mouthful of the most amazing breasts he had ever seen in his twenty six years. This little spitfire with the snapping brown eyes had continued to ignore him throughout the ceremony. But at the reception, she loosened up.  Let her hair down so to speak. Once he got her on the dance floor, and showed her a few moves, she came undone and began to relax.  He liked her like this. Very much.
“Oh God!” she whimpered as he circled her nipple with his tongue and then gently pulled on it with his teeth. She was tugging on his dark hair, pulling him closer, showing him her true nature. She wanted this, and he was more than happy to comply.
They met two weeks ago at the rehearsal dinner for his cousin’s wedding. From that moment, he knew he wanted her, underneath him, on top, he didn’t care. She was every man’s wet dream even though it seemed like she didn’t know it.  And right now, she was making one of his fantasies come true, up against a palm tree on the beach in a relatively secluded alcove.  She was pushing against him, craving the contact.  There was no denying he relished it.  And he thanked his lucky stars, because he wanted her, badly. His cock had been at attention all through their dances. Now, it was straining against his black dress pants needing its own gratification.
But, he meant to please her first. She was leaning against the coarse bark of a skinny palm, on the beach where hours earlier his cousin, Victor, wed his lovely bride, Monica. His free hand snaked up her thigh. It was shapely. The girl’s legs were defined, hard under the smooth surface. He could feel her muscles tremble under her silky skin as he slid his hand up the inside of her leg. He cupped her, and again she pushed into his touch. Not one to deny anyone their pleasure, least of all himself, he felt Ronnie part her legs and slid a finger inside. She was already aroused, and wet. He began to flick her clit as she squirmed in time to his ministrations.
“Oh God, Nikko . . .,” she murmured, “that feels so . . .”

About the Author

MJ Nightingale has spent over two decades teaching students how to write, and now she is doing it herself.  Originally from Canada, she graduated from University with her Bachelor of Arts and then went on to get her Bachelor of Education Degree in Secondary Education. 

            Reading has been a part of her life since she was a child. She has been an avid lover of classical English and American literature, but romance has always held a special place in her heart.  She devours historical romance novels all summer long, and any type of fiction; thrillers, crime, suspense, and drama.  This is her second published book, and she has one more book, Afraid to Hope, coming out in in the summer of 2014.  All three, Fire In His Eyes, Afraid to Love and Afraid to Hope, are erotic romance standalone novels and are part of her Secrets & Seduction Series.

            She is also working on a new series The Bounty Hunters for 2015.

            She currently lives in Florida, where she continues to teach, with her wonderful husband of nine years, and her sons.  She plans on pursuing her writing career full time very soon. 

Contact the Author

**MJ Nightingale would love to hear from her readers.  She can be reached at authormjnightingale@gmail.com

And you can also visit her author page on Facebook at:   https://www.facebook.com/pages/MJ-Nightingale/185806224943537?ref=hl  to see what is coming next by MJ Nightingale.

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Review: FLAWED by Francette Phal

Blood.

That's the only memory he carries from a childhood he does not remember. And now it is all he knows. Blood is his life.

Knox Bishop has done a lot of horrible things, all at the command of the man who holds his leash. It's a matter of loyalty for him. Allegiance to the man who saved his life when he was a child. So he goes where he is needed and does what he is told. He tortures. He kills. He kills. He tortures. It is an unrelenting cycle that he constantly craves and can never quite satisfy.

Until her.

Eighteen year old Lacey Barnes distributes her assets to fund her dreams. Medical school is the end game and she is determined to get there by any means necessary. But a family member's careless mistake derails her plans and now she must pay a price in order to save him.

She goes to Knox willingly offering him the only valuable thing she has. Herself. In doing so he allows her into his world, a world filled with darkness but rather than being scared it intrigues her. It lures her, calls to something in her that she hadn't known existed until he awakened it.

Every bit of his flaws is reflected in her and Knox will do anything to keep her in the darkness with him.

 

I'm not even sure where to begin with this one.... 
I was completely enraptured by this book and honestly, I was kind of worried what that said about me. I MUST warn you, if you are even remotely squeamish then don't even open this book. Not even the first page. If blood and gore bother you, just don't. Stay away. 
Flawed is not a pretty, bad-boy-turned-good romance. 
Lacey is a high school senior. And she's a prostitute. As twisted as this may sound, the author delivered this situation in a way that Lacey evoked compassion. I couldn't help but be awed by how this girl had endured so much, went through so much on a daily basis and she still kept her goal in mind to go to medical school. She wanted a better life and was willing to do anything for that. She also knew she had nothing else but her mother and brother, and those two were living off Lacey so basically she was screwed. 
When her brother makes yet another mistake, Lacey has to bail him out. The price was way too high, but she gives herself up to Knox, the sociopath with serial killer tendencies I grew to love in this book. ( Don't judge ). Knox is a very complex character, yet at the same time, he is so simple. He is empty, devoid of basic human emotions. He thirsts for blood and gore. And his sights are set on Lacey. After he discovers her reaction to his torture, she weaves her way into his lifeless soul and although he sees her as his possession, we get these tiny little peeks into his background and what could very well be emotions towards Lacey. 
There are so many twists in this dark story, it was impossible to put down. Some were huge, some were small and passed over like a random thought, but they gave so much insight it was hard to not focus on them as well. 
So why 4 stars? First of all, the mother of all cliffhangers. And no next book in sight yet. Then there were some minor inconsistencies in the event timeline, nothing major but still noticeable. 

Overall, a very dark, erotic and disturbing read apt for the dark erotica lovers. 

Knox

I’m not what you would call normal. The word has no meaning to me. But I’ve been pretending to act normal. It’s something I’ve been practicing since I’ve been aware of the thrum and its significance in my life. I was seven when I first heard the lullaby. Second grade, just before recess. It happened in a squall. Nothing and then all at once. I remember everything about that day. The bell rang and the other children went to play. Not me. Never me. I always stayed behind, mostly by choice, but never contested because the other children thought I was weird. I think maybe they unconsciously knew that I was lacking something fundamental. Something they all had and I didn’t, and maybe even never had at all. Whatever it was, I was alienated, excluded from their games. But I couldn’t say it bothered me. I was indifferent to it. Katia would sometimes play with me. Yuri’s youngest daughter, my adoptive sister, kept me company when she wasn’t with her own friends. But she’d been home sick that day.

In the small classroom with its oversized, rainbow-colored letters hanging over the chalkboard and tiled number blocks littering the carpeted floor, I sat in the beanbag chair staring fixatedly at the class pet. Sweet Ms. Devon always stayed with me but she’d left for a moment. A moment to heat her lunch. A moment to speak to a fellow staff member in the teachers’ lounge. But it’d been a moment too long for me. The noise in my head had been too loud. The urge too strong. The pink-eyed little rabbit, Mr. Apples, and the yellow pair of scissors sitting blades down in Ms. Devon’s “Best Teacher” mug had been too much of a temptation for me to resist.

The pounding of my heart. The lullaby and the thrum. The latch had given way beneath my shaking fingers, soaked with apprehension and anticipation. The struggle. The frantic movement of something living, something warm, with the same accelerated heartbeat as mine grappling for life. Desperate for freedom even while knowing the inevitable hand of death loomed was intoxicating. The thrill, the excitement, the sweet seductive power. I swam in it. Like too much candy on Halloween. Too much ice cream in the summer. It had been a quick death for Mr. Apples. It had been crude. Amateurish. But ever so effective in quieting the discord of my mind.

Poor, sweet Ms. Devon came to find me on the floor of the overly-bright classroom. Huddled on the floor, covered in Mr. Apples. She’d been one to smile a lot. But I stole her smile that day and replaced it with horror instead. Her pretty features contorted like a Kabuki mask.

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Francette lives in Massachusetts with her amazingly supportive husband of ten years and her darling two year old son. Reading amazing books has led her to writing and she’s dabbled in fan-fiction before self-publishing her own works. She’s constantly thinking up new stories to write and does her best work when music is playing in the background. Romance is where she’s most comfortable but she hopes to one day venture in mystery novels. She has a weakness for coffee ice cream, tropical fruits and a good glass of wine.

Review: Driving Me To Christmas by Julie Farrell

Driving Me to Christmas

Julie Farrell 

from the London Love Series book #5 

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 Driving Me to Christmas

Blurb 

Driving Me to Christmas (London Loves Series Book 5)

Warning: Contains steamy scenes galore, a trip to a swingers’ party, and smidgen of M/M loving!

All Samantha wants for Christmas is for her boyfriend, Verlaine, to propose. It’s what Verlaine wants too, but circumstances keep scuppering his plans for a romantic moment to get down on one knee.

When Verlaine’s ex-girlfriend pops back into their lives for Christmas in London, Sam tries to be nice. But the ex seems determined to stir things up between Sam and her future in-laws, as well as between Sam and her man. And apparently she’s not afraid to play dirty.

Follow Sam on a festive frolic, as she makes a stand for her man and ensures that, this year, all her Christmas wishes will come true.

Driving Me to Christmas will add spice to your stockings this holiday!

Review 

4 stars 

Driving Me To Christmas is definitely not your average sweet and syrupy Christmas love story. There is no cheesy holiday romance. No pointless drama besides crackling fireplaces. What there is a LOT of though .... Is incredibly steamy scenes that are sure to warm you up. In 0.5 seconds. Sam's witty banter, Verlaine's sexy sweetness, Scott and Paul's obvious difference in personalities and adoration of each other, like every other character in this book stand out in how well they are developed , even within this novella. Simple, humorous yet engaging plot. Great pace and did I mention it has M/M scenes, exhibitionism, sex clubs, outrageously sexy and hilarious moments? All of this and so much more ( tons of well placed drama ) make this book a spectacular, spicy way to start your holiday season! 

 

About the other books in the series- 

Driving Me to You (London Loves Series Book 1)

Do You Love Steamy Romance?

*Warning: Contains explicit steamy sex, hot gay romance, and a bang up against a Bentley!

When Sam meets her sister’s sexy mechanic, Verlaine, she instantly falls for those gorgeous brown eyes and rugged charms. Soon a steamy romance begins! But unfortunately, there’s unfinished business between Sam and her ex-boyfriend, the charismatic billionaire, Marcus.

Sam’s sister, Gemma, knows that only Marcus can save her vintage-car business from bankruptcy, but Marcus is determined to win back Sam and save the day. He certainly won’t let the hired help muscle-in.

Will Sam choose the penniless new love or the wealthy ex? And how will she tame her childhood nemesis, the classic Bentley, to become the strong and powerful woman she’s always wanted to be?

Throw in some hot gay romance, and you’ve got an exciting joyride to rev you up and set you free!

Romancing the Real You (London Loves Series Book 2)

Do You Love Steamy Romance?

*Warning: Contains explicit sex, a hot male stripper, and the truth about psychics!

Eva is a sexy psychic who wants to be adored. She's shacked up with C-list celebrity, Victor Valentine, hoping to use his status to boost both their careers to superstardom.

Her delightful assistant and former stripper, Charlie, knows she's happiest when she's being the real Eva, and the friction sizzles between them in each steamy love scene! But Eva's plans involve deceiving her way to the top, which Charlie knows won't make her happy.

To make matters worse, sworn enemy, Max Richards, is a podcaster determined to expose Victor and Eva as fraudsters. His dream is to nail them live on TV.

Will Eva choose Victor, fame, and fortune; or Charlie, the man who wants to show her that it's better to be loved by one than adored by thousands?

Although part of a series, London Loves books do not need to be read in order.

Dancing Back to You (London Loves Series Book 3)

Do you love steamy romance?

*Warning: Contains gay sex, straight sex, and a foursome fantasy!

Sam adores her gorgeous boyfriend Verlaine; he’s a tough guy with a big heart. Their steamy sex-life sizzles in the bedroom, and outside the bedroom Verlaine is caring and courageous. He risked his life a year ago trying to save Sam’s ex from a house fire, but unfortunately he’s now paying the price with PTSD flashbacks and an edgy anxiousness.

Verlaine wants nothing more than to make dance-loving Sam happy, but his anxiety and two left feet make that difficult. When he succumbs to a split-second of poor judgment and ruins their night at a friend's wedding, Sam tries to understand, but they both know his self-doubting jealous streak could be as much to blame as his PTSD.

Can Verlaine dance his way back into Sam's life (and bed) and learn to cool his temper, before she gives up on him forever?

Contains steamy scenes a-plenty! The supporting cast includes a hot gay couple, a powerful woman with a lustful eye on Sam, and a sexy male stripper, who’s willing to teach Verlaine how to dance and how to romance his girl again.

Erotic Gaze: An M/M Steamy Romance Novella (London Loves Series Book 4)

Do You Love Steamy M/M Romance?

*Warning: Contains explicit hot gay sex. With erotic scenes throughout, this M/M romance is for ADULTS ONLY. Read at your own risk.*

Join Scott and Paul on this fun romp into voyeurism and passion.

Paul is a handsome entrepreneur who adores his artist husband Scott. They've always agreed to remain exclusive, but they’re starting to crave a bit more in their marriage than online porn and vanilla sex. Paul wonders what it would be like to be watched, thinking this could take their passion to a whole other level.

When Scott's favourite artist, Kate Jagger, falls for Paul, thinking he’s the man of her dreams, Scott needs to remind her that Paul belongs to him. Scott realises he can make his mark on his husband by offering Kate the chance to watch them for a one-time-only erotic performance, thus fulfilling Paul’s dreams of being watched and Kate’s dreams of watching two hot men!

Fun, romantic, and very very sexy!

 Driving Me to Christmas 

 -- Excerpt 

Driving Me to Christmas

She leaned forward and sucked the end of his cock again. Being watched sixty-nining with her man – while also watching Scott and Paul – was the most erotic thing she’d ever done and her pussy was straining with desire. She saw Scott thrusting his pelvis hard, plunging his cock deeper into Paul’s throat. Sam sucked hard on Verlaine’s cock as he delved his fingers inside. She was utterly taken by the pleasure and she realised she was ready to orgasm already.

Excerpts 

from the other books 

Driving Me to You

Sam gripped each end of the tie like the reins of a horse, then she raised her eyes and studied his lips, gently parted. He was very kissable – very fuckable. He smiled into her eyes, making her heart squirm. He could easily reach out and embrace her from here, and Sam wondered whether he was attracted to her – she knew she was quite pretty. Her top lip twitched. She focused on wrapping the silky material into a half-Windsor knot – over, under, through… bind it around my wrists to hold me in place – I’m all yours!

She stood back, quivering inside. “There we are. How does it feel?

He smirked. “Like I’m being hung.”

Romancing the Real You

Charlie reached out and rubbed the suds into her breasts, fondling them for his pleasure and for hers, then he moved one hand down and slipped it between her thighs, caressing her tenderly with his fingers. His only desire now was to give her absolute pleasure. She gasped and grinned, letting him know he was doing the right thing. His inner body juddered.

He kissed her passionately. “I need to lick you.”

He dropped to his knees. Their position under the jet of steamy water kept their wet bodies warm, but Charlie knew he could get Eva much hotter than this. He ran his hands over her toned buttocks, sliding his fingers between her thighs, and tonguing her clit.

Dancing Back to You

The orgasm took her, and she let out a groan. The feel of her pussy gripping him tight shoved Verlaine over the edge and he came, too, losing himself in the moment and feeling the world spin joyfully around him. He thrust harder into her – once, twice, three times – feeling them merge together, as one. Then Verlaine started to land back to earth, but he realised Sam’s pussy was still contracting and pulling him inside. She was leaning back slightly now, so he studied her blissful expression. He was so in love with this beautiful woman. Sam breathed heavily and scrunched up her eyes as she slowly drifted back to reality. Then she opened her eyes and gazed at Verlaine. She burst into giggles, and he laughed, too.

He ran his hand through her damp hair and kissed her on the nose. “God, I love you!”

Erotic Gaze

Scott positioned himself firmly behind Paul, then spanked him a couple of times on the ass, making Paul groan hard. Before he could recover from that delight, Scott was rubbing his erection over Paul’s balls and thrusting his hips into him. Paul grabbed his own cock and absentmindedly jerked himself off, breathing deeply and bracing himself. Then he felt the head of Scott’s cock enter his rim. The ecstasy shot up his spine, almost pushing him off balance. He panted and tried to relax. Scott gently penetrated him further with the tip of his erection.

“Feels so good.” Scott whispered, grasping Paul’s buttocks with both hands and easing them apart.

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Driving Me to You #1
Romancing the Real You #2
Dancing Back to You #3

Erotic Gaze  Novella  #4

Driving Me to Christmas #5

About the Author -- 

From panic to published!

I write steamy romances that will make your heart pound hard and your thighs surge with desire! 

There was a time, not so long ago, when all I wanted was to stop my heart pounding hard and my mind surging with fear. You see, I suffered with panic attacks. The fear debilitated me on a daily basis, and the feelings of weakness undermined my self-esteem. This 'fear of fear' became so immense that there were times when I was scared to even go outside of my home. 

At those times, all I wanted to do was write, because my imaginary world of fiction provided a soothing escape from reality. The strong female characters I created allowed me to pretend everything was okay in my world. And the sexy men in my fictive imagination were protective, loving, and strong. 

I've never been someone to give up! Even at my lowest, I knew I could and would recover. Thanks to a great support network, a wonderful self-help book (The Panic Attacks Workbook by David Carbonell), and my own patient determination I experienced my last ever panic attack in January 2013. Then, in April 2014, I proved how strong I'd become by backpacking with a friend in the chaos and heat of India - something that had filled me with dread back when my fear was dominating my every waking breath. 

But nothing in this life is ever a waste. During the years when I was suffering from panic attacks, I learnt to write well! I honed my craft, and when I came out the other end, I was ready to self-publish, knowing that if I can cope with panic attacks and survive, then I can become a successful indie author too! My books are the products of this amazing journey that I've been on, and now I can't wait to find out what other delights await me, just around the corner!

Never give up on your dreams, and don't let the setbacks of today ruin your tomorrow! You can do it - just like I did!

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