Release Blitz + Review: Peep Show by Isabella Starling.

Title: Peep Show
Author: Isabella Starling
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Dark Romance

Release Date: January 25, 2018

Blurb
She’s stripping.

I’m watching.

She’s playing.

I’m watching.

She’s mine, I’m coming…

Bebe Hall is a heartbreaker. She’s the it girl of the moment, a partygirl
nobody can stop in her path of self destruction. Bebe Hall isn’t the star of
her own story.

She’s the star of mine.

My name is Miles O’Reilly. I’m a photographer. An agoraphobic. A millionaire. A
womanizer. I’m confined to my apartment. I don’t leave. Ever.

But when she sees me with my latest online conquest in the window of my
apartment, my attention shifts to Bebe.

And once I see something I want, I don’t give up until it’s mine.

Forever.


Purchase Links
$2.99 for a limited time
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Free in Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt

Chapter One

I stumbled into my bedroom, giggling to myself and shaking
on too-high heels and too much vodka.
A glance in the huge mirror on my wall reminded me of what I mess I was when I
had too much to drink. My silver sequined dress was riding up, revealing a hint
of my ass under the shiny fabric. My hair was wild, the dark brown locks a halo
around my head, and my brown eyes glowed with excitement. At least my makeup
was still in place, the perfect smoky cat-eye enhancing my looks, making me
appear demure yet sexy. I’d perfected the art of it, making sure I always had
someone eager to buy me a drink.
I sank down on my bed and pulled off the murderous black heels that had been
torturing me all night. But it was okay – I’d learned to handle the pain, and
when I was dancing, it never mattered anyway.
I lay back and I stared at my ceiling, letting myself think about what my life
had become, but only for a short minute.
The key was never to focus on it for too long. I had to forget, and drinking,
dancing and partying, was the only way I could do it. If I stopped twirling,
stopped tipping back glass after glass, I risked stopping long enough to think
about what I was doing. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I needed to forget about Posy. She was long gone, and there was no bringing her
back.
I pushed myself off the bed shakily, and walked over to my window to let some
fresh air in. There was nothing quite like a nice fall breeze to clear my head,
and God, I needed some fucking clarity.
I opened the blinds and looked outside, the street below me illuminated with
streetlights. It was gone four a.m., and most of the lights in the apartment
building next door were off. I lived in a nice neighborhood of townhouses,
about three apartments per floor and three floors total. It was a nice place to
live, and, of course, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it if it hadn’t been
for my parents’ stack of cash in my bank account.
Being a trust-fund baby definitely had its benefits.
My eyes traveled upwards and focused on the only illuminated apartment across
the street from me. I could see right into their home, but the minimalistic
apartment seemed to be empty, even though it was lit up.
I wobbled on my feet and opened the window wide, enjoying the breeze on my
face, slowly bringing me to my senses once again.
A thumping noise interrupted my reverie, and I looked up again, right into the
apartment opposite mine. Except now, it wasn’t empty anymore.
Now, there was a dark, impossibly tall figure pressing a naked woman against
the window, fucking her savagely, mashing her tits against the window, her
mouth opened in an endless gasp as he took her from behind.
My mouth gaped in surprise, and I moved a little to the side, hiding in the
darkness and watching the show they were putting on with a smirk on my face.
The woman had small but perky tits. Her skin was dark, almost ebony, a sharp
contrast to the pale man standing behind her, towering over her. She was tiny
and curvy, and he was fucking enormous.
He was all toned muscle and dark, slicked back hair. His strong, muscular arm
was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, strangling the screams right out of
her. And his skin was covered in dark, menacing ink, the black color stark
against his light skin.
I wanted more.
I wanted to keep watching.
I shifted on my feet to get a better view of what was going on before me.
He fucked her like an animal. I could see his hips working, pushing, thrusting
inside her from behind, claiming her petite body and making her mouth open in a
silent scream. He fucked like a beast, and he looked like a monster. I fell in
love with him right then and there.
My fingers shook as I reached for my purse, scrambling to find it on the bed
and trying not to look away from the scene in front of me at the same time. I
wanted to watch. I wanted to see his face when he filled her up. I wanted to
see if he’d pull her hair back like I imagined he would.
I managed to get my phone out of my handbag, bringing it in front of my face
and quickly snapping a picture of them. It was blurry as fuck, but it would
have to do. Suddenly, I felt awake and sober, staring into the cold night
outside and wishing I could swap places with the wild-haired beauty. I wanted
him inside me.
A burst of inexplicable jealousy bubbled lazily in the pit of my stomach, but I
did my best to ignore it. Instead, I kept snapping pictures of them. Of him.
Wishing I could see him better, I moved from behind the curtain a little bit
closer to the window. My breath made foggy circles on the glass and my hands
shook as I dropped my phone and reached under the hem of my dress.
The silver sequins felt cold and exciting on my fingertips, and I touched them
gently before spreading my own trembling legs apart, slowly outlining the wet,
dripping shape of my pussy lips between my thighs.
I was so wet.
In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street
making my pussy drool so much I flushed in embarrassment.
But I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t resist slipping my fingers under the
sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I
shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching
them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.
My fingers worked their magic between my legs, slowly teasing my cunt open and
finding my clit. I’d let someone kiss me at the club that night, but I didn’t
bring anyone back with me, which was strange for me. I liked having someone to
go home with. It made me feel wanted.
I remembered his hot, needy lips. He was a nice guy, not one I’d usually go
for, which was probably the reason I hadn’t brought him back home with me. He
had a buzzcut, and his face was clean-shaven too, and I loved the prickly
feeling of his features under my fingertips, and the push of his bulge against
my tummy. But I didn’t let myself have it. I really didn’t do nice guys,
because I wasn’t a very nice girl.
Lips parting in a gasp, I braced myself against the windowsill as my fingers
stroked me towards an orgasm. His hand was squeezing her throat so tightly she
looked like she was out of breath, her chest heaving and her mouth open so
wide.
She was crying.
He was fucking her so hard, so savagely, with so little mercy, that the poor
girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick.
Fuck!
I gasped, my fingers working in fast, messy circles to get myself off. I came
with a desperate cry, my pussy making a mess all over my fingers. I’d always
been such an easy comer, ever since I learned how to get off by myself.
My eyes felt strained as I looked back up, and then opened as wide as they
possibly could as I stared at them. He was still choking the girl, her eyes
closed and her breathing ragged, but his own gaze was firmly fixed on me.
I panicked. Surely he couldn’t see me – my room was barely illuminated. But I
saw them both so fucking well.
He grinned at me. Two rows of perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth
glaring in the darkness of the night. He ran his free hand through his dark,
slicked back hair, and carelessly scratched at the stubble growing on his chin.
Then, he reached in front and pinched the girl’s nipple so hard she threw her
head back in a scream I couldn’t hear.
He kept staring, and I couldn’t look away and my heart leapt when he knocked on
the window. Two sharp raps, whispering something in his girl’s ear, making her
eyes fly open in panic, glance across the street, and she saw me.
I stared at her. I stared at them both, unable to move, my pussy juices
dribbling down my thighs.
He raised a hand and waved at me, an easy smirk playing on his lips. The devil
waved and nudged the girl he was fucking, motioning for her to do the same
thing. When she shook her head, his hand wrapped tighter around her throat.
And she looked at me sheepishly, and waved, just like he had.
I’d never wanted to be someone else until that moment, when I wished with
absolute desperation that I was the beautiful petite girl next door getting her
pussy slammed by a stranger.
He thrust inside her one last time and my own fingers repeated his motion. His
eyes remained locked on me as he came, the girl crumpling in his arms, only him
holding her up as he spurted inside her. My fingers fell away from my body, my
poor cunt spasming by itself, leaking down my thighs, ruining the sequins of my
dress and covering them in my own pussy juice.
My legs shook and my cunt spasmed as I came again.
I watched him let go of the girl, gently laying her down on the floor. I could
only see her naked back against the glass, her shoulders hunched as she cried
her release out, her whole body shaking with pent-up orgasms.
And then he stepped up to the window, in all his glory. He must’ve been over 6
feet 5. He was fucking enormous, so tall she looked like a child at his feet.
And he was completely naked, save for the condom on his dick.
His fucking cock matched his height, making my mouth water at the sight of it.
He was ripped, muscles everywhere, looking not just like he worked out
regularly but like he made it his mission to keep his body in perfect shape.
His cock was still hard as he took the condom off, discarded it on the floor
and stroked slowly.
He grinned at me, and stroked his cock lazily with one hand as he wrote on the
steamed-up window with the other.
My eyes danced across the words and I stepped forward, letting the light of the
streetlights outside illuminate me. I knew he saw me now, because he jerked his
dick faster, and it made me fucking ecstatic. He liked what he saw. And how
couldn’t he? I was always sure to be groomed to 5 feet and 10 inches of
polished, manicured and slutty perfection.
I followed his fingers writing in the window and lifted my dress up, showing
him my ruined panties.
His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at me, licking his fingers and palming his
shaft with fast, needy motions.
I stared at his words in the window, written clumsily, some of them fucked up
because he’d tried to write their mirror reflection so I could read it.
My pussy tingled at his crudeness.
My heart thumped in anticipation.
And my mind reeled with the possibilities.
I DARE YOU TO GO NEXT.
Author Bio
Dark, dirty and
taboo is what Isabella Starling is known for. 
An Amazon top 25
bestselling Author, Isabella has 10 books under her belt in under a year. She
is a self-proclaimed Tumblr gif addict and always looking for her next
forbidden story. 
If you pick up a
Starling book, you can count on a bad-mouthed, bossy man who will dominate his
woman with a rough hand. 
Add just a sprinkle
of taboo, a touch of BDSM and a pinch of suspense, and you’re all set for a
story you won’t forget.
Author Links
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My Rating: 5 Stars!

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First off…congrats Isabella Starling on this amazing book and the smoking hot book cover!

Isabella Starling is another fabulous author I have recently discovered. Peep Show was my first book by her and I know I’ll be reading more of her books in the future!

The first chapter immediately starts out hot and heavy. Isabella doesn’t waste any time! I was blushing after I read the first chapter. OMG, it was HOTTTT! From what I have read about Isabella, she is known for taboo sex scenes…and I absolutely agree! One of the reasons I enjoy dark romances is because I’m not that brave in real life. I live out some of my fantasies through the characters in the books I read. Bebe was a fascinating character to say the least.

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Miles and Bebe are two absolutely broken people with shattered pasts. I love how Isabella connects these two souls. My heart was ripped out of my chest and I felt like I couldn’t breathe at times. I don’t want to give too much away, so I will just leave it at that. But I definitely recommend you read this heart-shattering story of Miles and Bebe!

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Release Blitz + Review: Captive Beauty by Natasha Knight.

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Title: Captive Beauty
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: January 24, 2018
Blurb
Cilla
The Beast had Belle.
Killian Black has me.
How I got here doesn’t matter, even though he says it does. Says it was
my choice. He doesn’t get it, though. It wasn’t ever a choice for me.
And now, he’s changing the rules.
The agreement was one month. For thirty days, I’d be his. He’s no longer
satisfied with my body alone, though. He wants my soul, too. Wants every part
of me. And even though I can pretend I’m safe when I lie beneath him, this man
does something to me. Something wicked.
A thing that will break me.
Killian
Cilla made the choice. She offered the deal. I just took her up on it. So
what if I changed the rules half-way in? I’m not apologizing for it.
See, Cilla and me, we’re the same. She’s dark. As dark as me. Something
happened to her. Something bad. It damaged her.
But it’s not a hero she seeks. It’s an avenging angel. A dark knight.
That, I can do. I’ll slay her dragons, but it’ll cost her, because in return, I
want everything. And I’ll take it.
She’s mine.
Author’s note: Captive Beauty is a standalone
romance. Think Beauty and the Beast, but twisted and dark in the best, dirtiest
ways.

 

Purchase Links
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
Excerpt
Prologue 1
Cilla
He’s watching me.
I know he is. He has cameras everywhere. Why wouldn’t he have one here? In
this, the “special” room? He told me he likes to keep an eye on his things. And
that’s what I am. A thing. A possession.
His.
Fucking his.
And today I
fucked up.
Today he’ll take
it out of my skin.
I shudder with
the thought. With the knowledge of what I know is coming.
I’ll fight him. I
wonder if he expects me to. Wants me to, even. All I know is I can’t submit to
him. I can’t let him break me.
But I am
breaking. Little by little.
I wonder if
that’s why he took me.
This is a game to
him. My life is a game.
I hug my knees to
myself. This room is so cold, unlike the others.
I pull the
blanket up around me, as much for the cold as for protection. It’s not like I
can hide my fear. He knows. He knows the real truth. Knows everything now.
My dress is torn
and I’m barefoot. He took my shoes away when he put me here. I guess the heels
could be used as a weapon. As if I could somehow manage to overpower him.
I try to swallow
but the lump in my throat makes it impossible. I’m scared and I hate it. I
don’t want to admit it. Not even to myself.
Tears wet my eyes
but before they have a chance to fall, I cover them with my hands and rub them
away. I don’t want him to see my weakness. He gets off on it.
I did this. I
pushed him. And I can survive this. I fucking have to.
It’s when I’m
giving myself that ridiculous pep talk that I hear his footfalls in the
hallway. Hear his voice, muffled so I can’t make out what he says. Probably
dismissing Hugo, his fucking henchman. Like he needs one.
Every hair on my
body stands on end when he slides the key into the lock. When he turns it. And
when he pushes the door open, it takes all I have not to crumple. Not to cave.
It takes all I
have to stand and ready myself for battle against this beast of a man.
Prologue 2
Kill
She claims I took
her, but that’s not the whole truth.
I gave her a
choice. She made it.
Someone needed to
be punished. It didn’t need to be her. She chose this. Chose to be here.
Well, okay, not
right here. Not like this. Standing against the far wall, her pretty, jade eyes
wide with fear, the delicate skin around them pink from tears.
She’s scared.
And she should
be.
She knows what’s
coming.
I warned her and
she fucked up.
I take her in,
pretty in pink. Pretty Priscilla. Even with her hair a mess. Her mascara a
black smear across her face. Her dress ruined. She’s scared shitless, but she’s
defiant. I like that about her. Like her fire.
It makes my dick
hard.
I close the door
but don’t bother locking it. No need. She’s not walking out of here tonight.
I’ll be carrying her when I’m through.
When I take a
step, she makes a sound, something like a frightened little rabbit would make
if they could make sound. Her hands are flat against the wall behind her. It’s
like she’s trying to melt into it.
“I guess we were
always going to end up here,” I say.
She has no
response apart from the sudden trembling of her body. She wraps her arms around
herself. I can even hear her teeth chatter. She’s too proud to beg though. Beg
me for mercy. I respect her for that. But I do like the idea of her on her
knees at my feet, clinging to me, pleading with me to spare her this one
thing. 
I slide off my
suit jacket and hang it over the back of the chair. I watch her reflection in
the mirror as I take off one cuff link, then the other, and set them both on
the table. I’m rolling up my sleeves when I return my attention to her. Her
eyes slide to my forearms. My hands.
“I know, Cilla,”
I say.
She looks up at
me.
“I know
everything.”
Author Bio
USA Today
bestselling author of contemporary romance, Natasha Knight specializes in dark,
tortured heroes. Happily-Ever-Afters are guaranteed, but she likes to put her
characters through hell to get them there. She’s evil like that.
Author Links

 

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My Rating: 5 Stars!

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Before I get to the good stuff, I want to talk a little about the author. I have had many firsts this year and this is my first book by Natasha Knight. I am now a forever fan! After reading Captive Beauty, I  purchased Salvatore: a Dark Mafia Romance, also by Natasha. It may be a while before I catch up on arc’s and can read it, but I definitely will!

Captive Beauty isn’t your typical captive book. Cilla can leave Killian at any time, but there are consequences if she does. I was honestly prepared to just read a kinky dark romance, but I was wrong. The book is filled with hot and heavy sex scenes, but it’s also so much more than just that.

 

Killian and Cilla both intrigued me from the beginning. I loved reading about their past and how they became who they are today. I was not emotionally prepared to read this book!

The more I read, the darker the book got and I felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest. I have a dark past myself, not nearly as dark as theirs, so I felt like I related to them in a sense. I had to stop reading a time or two because it was just too much for me to handle.

I’m so glad I kept on reading. I absolutely loved Captive Beauty! I definitely recommend this book!

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Release Blitz & Review: Dark Deception by Zoe Blake.

Title: Dark Deception
Author: Zoe Blake
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: January 23, 2018
Blurb

She doesn’t just want revenge.

She wants him dead.

Mirage is a master jewel thief but tonight she is an assassin.

~*~

His life was ruined by her lies.

Now he will make her pay.

He will have her on her knees, begging for forgiveness.

It’s time she learned why they call him, Paine.

AUTHOR NOTE: This book is edgy, dark and dirty. If the possibility of having
your boundaries tested does not appeal to you, then please do not purchase.


Purchase Links

99c for a limited time

AMAZON US / UK / CAAU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Author Bio

USA Today and International Bestselling Author in Dark
Romance

We are all attracted to the forbidden, addicted to the rush we get from reading
something naughty. We love to lose ourselves in the fantasy. The powerful lord
who sweeps the lady away to his remote estate to ravish her. The cowboy who
takes the sassy city girl over his knee to teach her a lesson. The Scottish
laird who prefers to make love in the wild. I write those romantic fantasies.



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Once again, I discovered another AMAZING author on my book blogging journey! Zoe Blake is definitely going to be one of my favorites when I’m in the mood for a REALLY dark romance!

I will agree with the authors warning above. Dark Deception is very dirty and dark, which is totally fine with me, but it may not be for others. If you aren’t ok with pushing your boundaries and going in with an open mind, you just need to grab another book. I had to stop reading a few times because even I got worked up a little 😉

With that being said…

OMG! OMG! OMG!

This book was everything I love in a dark romance and more! Paine is an alpha male in every sense of the word. This story had me intrigued from the beginning. The book starts off with Mirage trying to kill Paine, as the synopsis states. That’s when the excitement begins!

I loved the dynamic between Mirage and Paine. Mirage is the type of woman who will fight to the end, no matter what her punishment will be and Paine is the type of man who will willingly dish it out. They make a dangerously sexy duo.

I was on edge the whole time, not knowing what Paine and Mirage would do next and I loved every minute of it!

If you love a dirty, sexy dark romance, go grab your copy of Dark Deception!

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