Isn't it insane that I can’t get her out of my head?
Title: Indiscretions of a God
Series: Porn Star Boyfriends #3
Author: Sunniva Dee
Release Date: January 16, 2018
I’m not a saint. That’s not why I left the mafia.
I left because I’m god, because I need no one, and fail at nothing.
I’m Isaias Di Nascimbeni, owner of Lucid, the biggest adult entertainment studio in L.A. Son of Il Lince and second generation Italian in the U.S, I’m dirty rich and adored by highlife as well as lowlife.
Whatever I focus on turns to gold.
On the Richter’s scale of eye candy, I’m a twenty.
I’m a hunter who tests limits.
A warrior who goes shady when the law becomes dreary.
While conducting business at the St. Tatiana,
the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen enters my radar.
Isn’t it interesting that her name is Tatiana?
Isn’t it bizarre that she’s a nun?
Isn’t it wild that she’s unimpressed by me?
Isn't it fucking insane that I can’t get her out of my head?
She doesn’t acknowledge me when I return to her church.
It’s unprecedented. Unheard of. Not happening.
But the hunt is my fetish.
Novice or not, she’s only postponing the inevitable.
Beautiful Tatiana asked for this.
By the time I'm done, she’ll worship me, because now it's game on.
A no-cliffhanger, standalone book #3 in the Porn Star Boyfriend series.
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You guys. THIS. BOOK. My thoughts over this book are still racing in my mind. I am on a high. This astonishing book was the one I needed to get me out of this book funk. Electrifying and unconventional, this book truly encompasses romance in the most vivid sense.
Isaias Di Nascimben is a God. No seriously. Everything he touches is gold. He also happens to be the owner of Lucid, an adult entertainment studio in L.A. He knows his worth and isn’t afraid to tell everyone in the room just who he is. Enter Tatiana. A nun?!! She is left unimpressed by Isaias and his God like attitude. You’d think this would deter him from going after her. Not in the least. It excites him. And he has no idea what he’s in for.
Don’t let the title fool you. Don’t let the blurb tell you everything there is to know about this story. There are depths of layers to this book that I couldn’t have imagined. This is book is an experience and I have to be vague on the details. As a reader, this is the type of story I appreciate. The storyline is complex in it’s revelations with each layer unveiling as the story unfolds. There is an intensity between Isaias and Tatiana that is angsty and seductive at the same time. These two are alluring and I found it impossible to put their story down. Secrets and mystery. Romance and emotions you never see coming, but feel just as deeply. This book is full of suspense as it flawlessly delivers a story that is unexpected yet vital and profound.
Let’s. Talk. Writing. Oh. My. If there is anything I can say that can even adequately describe the author’s writing, it is fearless. She. Takes. Chances. Unapologetic in it’s prose, and daring in its delivery, this book is exactly the reason why I love her work.
“Isaias.” Tatiana’s fingers brush down my temple and my cheek to my mouth. “I need to leave for about an hour. I didn’t want you to worry.”
I blink off my sleep. I’m on the couch in the living room, waiting for my phone to ring with news about Gabriela.
“I can’t let you leave, baby.” I arch my head backward, following the sound of her voice. Her pretty face hovers over me from behind. I reach up, pull her down to me. She sinks to her knees and cradles my face with her hands.
Tatiana allows me to devour her mouth. My tongue delves in, swiping and suckling her into a moan. It’s heart-battering. I breathe faster, and then her exhales become shallow too. I love that sound.
“It’s not safe out there for you.” I lace my fingers into her hair, extending it around our faces. We’re in a tent of silk and warm sugar. “I’d never hold you back if it weren’t for your safety. Because you need to live on. On and on and on with that crazy beauty you are.”
She puffs a quiet laugh against me. “Weirdo.”
“I want you,” I sigh out.
“Tonight, darling. I just need to do this, okay?”
I still her face over me. Nudge it away enough to stare into her eyes. “I’ll come with you.”
“You can’t. It’s nun business.”
“You still think of nuns?”
“My business with the sisterhood doesn’t simply disappear because of an explosion in a church,” she whispers to me.
“Let me at least drive you there.”
I shut my eyes while her soft fingers draw trails down my cheeks. In my adult life, I’ve been touched often and in many ways, but Tatiana’s caresses remain on my skin long after they’re gone.
“Isaias, I’m twenty-seven years old. I’ve been fending for myself for a long time. I’ll be fine, okay?”
I scrunch my eyes shut, knowing I won’t be forcing myself on this stubborn, beautiful, independent woman tonight.
“I’ll be honest with you. I can’t bear the thought of you and Gabriela both out there without my protection.” I pull her down so I can kiss the infinitely soft skin of her throat. “Just let me drive you there. I won’t come in. I’ll, you know, play with my phone and listen to music like some dopy-ass high-school boyfriend until you come out.”
I grew up surrounded by women. I grew up surrounded by macho men too, but they all knew when to yield to their women. It’s why my father’s heart still beats for my mother. It’s why hers stutters every time he’s in danger.
So I let Tatiana go. I stand there on the gravel, hands fisted in my pockets like a douche. At least she accepted my offer of taking the Escalade with the bulletproof windows. She better get used to that, because she’s with Isaias di Nascimbeni. From now on, I’ll make damn sure she never drives anything that can’t repel the bullets of my father’s enemies.
“Fritz,” I shout as soon as she rolls toward the highway. “Get in.”
I walk up to him and point toward another loaner. It’s a joke of a car. Small and grey, it’s unassuming enough to blend in anywhere. I chuck him the key.
“I hold you personally responsible for Tatiana’s wellbeing until she’s back in my arms. Understood?”
“Absolutely, sir. It’s an honor.”
I pitch him my Glock too, and I don’t fucking care how unprecedented that is. He grabs it on reflex, gaze humbled as it meets mine. “Mr. Nascimbeni. I’ve got it. I have my sub.”
I stare him down, willing him to tell me it’ll be enough. Because is it? His stare dims with determination. Then he tosses my gun back. I watch it swirl in the air and find my palm in seconds.
“You’re sure?” My voice doesn’t sound right.
I squint, forcing liquid away from my eyes.
“I will get your woman back to you.”
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“I need a reason to exist.”
Beautiful, intelligent, independent, strong-willed, wealthy—Lilith Fontenot seems by all appearances, to have it all. But that’s not how the highest paid prostitute in New Orleans sees herself.
A stain on society. A scourge. A waste. Outsider. Prisoner…
Any idyllic dream of the normal life she may have once imagined, Lilith buried long ago. Her only plan now is survival.
But mob boss Nico Santelli and community center owner Soti Christos have not given up on Lilith. Each has his own very specific, very opposing, plans for her, and neither will rest until it becomes a reality.
WHORE is a singularly bracing take on an ancient tale of tireless love, betrayal, and the possibility of redemption.
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I always find it refreshing that every time you pick up a Willow Aster book, you know it’s going to be something like you’ve never read. She doesn’t write the same book, twice. Unlike others, each book contains a formula that regardless of it’s ingredients, you leave absolutely satisfied.
Whore. That one word has such a strong meaning. It says so much without saying anything at all. Lilith is the whore in this story. Forced to live a life like this at the hands of her very own mother. She does her job and does it well. No one has ever seen has as more. Until them. Her past. Mob boss, Nico Santelli is certainly intoxicated by Lillith even after all the years of not speaking. A stranger. Soti Christos is quite enamored by Lillith as well. Both with different intentions, but a goal all the same. This is a book with turns you don’t see coming. The unexpected is what drives this story and had me turning the pages. Vague. I know. But I really think every reader should go into this story blind. It makes the experience that much more intoxicating.
The writing is what floored me. The author has this ability to capture you with her words. She effortlessly weaves a story of love and loss. Betrayal, and maybe even redemption. You are absolutely seduced by the pacing of the story as you are hit with every revelation. Beautiful and poetic, the writing still haunts me an entire day later. As I said before, Willow writes the story that no one else writes, but secretly wants to. Whore is the story you don’t see coming. Perhaps your heart isn’t ready for it. Or maybe. Just maybe you should take the chance that it is. Despite any circumstance, any obstacle, love will always remain.
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It’s all about her.
I give her a shaky smile and she returns a faint one. I kneel down and sit in front of where her arms are resting on the tile. The water splashes as I put a leg on either side of her.
Her hands drag leisurely up my legs until they reach my waist, and then she pulls hard, until I slip in the water with her. Her smile is full of mischief. My chest might cave in, it’s pounding so hard.
“There. Doesn’t it feel good in here?” She puts her arms around my neck and wraps her legs around my waist.
I grip her thighs, drawing her closer. “Like heaven,” I mutter.
Her hands dig into my hair, as she leans in and gives me the barest whisper of a kiss. Her eyes seem shy, but then she traces my bottom lip with her tongue. She smiles when it becomes obvious just how much her touch controls me.
“I like you, husband,” she whispers.
“I like you, too, my wife,” I whisper against her lips.
Our kiss deepens and I can’t tell if she’s trembling or if it’s me. Our hands are everywhere at once. My tongue twists with hers like it has finally found its favorite place. Our bodies leave no room for doubt. She engraves her name on my heart; I know exactly when it happens. She leans back just long enough to look in my eyes, as if checking to see if this is real. What she sees there reassures her, and we both shake with the knowledge of it. Two lost souls, found.
About the Author
Willow Aster is the author of True Love Story, In the Fields, Maybe Maby, Fade to Red, and the upcoming release, Whore. Willow loves nothing more than writing the day away—anywhere will do. Her husband and two children graciously put up with her endless daydreaming and make fun of her for reading while cooking.
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True - adjective: That which is accurate or exact.
I dare you to try.
I think you’re my truth.
Four years ago, Logan Mitchell walked into Tate’s life and challenged him to see it differently.
He dared Tate to try a kiss, when normally he wouldn’t have.
He begged him to take a chance, when he probably shouldn’t have.
But most importantly, he asked Tate to trust that he would love him, and he did. From that moment on, Tate realized exactly what his life had been missing—Logan.
Happily-ever-afters come in many different forms. But for Tate Morrison, there’s only one ending he wants. The one where the guy marries the guy and true love conquers all.
Now all he has to do is tell Logan.
Join Logan and Tate as they finally realize what the rest of us knew all along. That they belong together for better or worse—always.
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I have to admit that I took my time with this one. Logan and Tate have been part of my literary life for so many years and I wanted to savor these last moments with them. Honestly, this book was so much more than I ever could have imagined.
“Exactly …together, not apart. Always and forever, together.”
Yes. This one word changes everything. With a wedding to plan and all the craziness that comes along with it, Logan and Tate are each other’s constant. At all times. After being together for four years, Logan realizes that there is only one true way to solidify their true forever. Life has thrown so much at them, yet their love is relentless against everything they face. Tate realizes this and he must find a way to tell Logan that their love? Their love always prevails. And he wants eternity. With Logan
“I also learned that there’s no point of living if you’re too scared to take what you want, and I want you. All of you.”
Their love knows no time or circumstance. It simply lives where the past doesn’t hurt anymore. Where there their hearts are in sync and beat in a rhythm that only they both know. Their love rebels against the impossible even at those most tumultuous times. But isn’t that the beauty of love? Love remains against hopelessness and pain. Logan and Tate’s love attests to love being life’s best advocate. Regardless of what transpires in life, love goes where it is destined. This book is the epitome of the truth in love.
“That’s what you are. Better than any wish I could’ve made for myself.”
Once again, Ms. Frank delivers an absolute powerhouse of a story manifested in the characters of Logan and Tate. While she ties up loose ends, she remains genuine to not only the characters, but to the story as well. While the physical aspect of Logan and Tate remains passionate and seductive, True is definitely the most romantic books of the entire series. Poetic in the prose, devastatingly beautiful in the execution of the words, this book will overwhelm you with emotions you never saw coming. But isn’t that what love is? Thrilling, intoxicating, breathtaking. Their love is all of that and more. The author’s ability to flawlessly calibrate the story between sexy and tender does not go unnoticed. I was left breathless. Logan and Tate were never perfect, but their ending? It’s perfect for them. And I found it to be quite fitting. I could not have imagined a more perfect way to end their chapter.
“And you what?”
“I wanted everything with you, Tate. God, I’d never wanted it more. And there was only one major way that you weren’t mine.”
Erotic and exhilarating, I was completely immersed into this book every time I laid my eyes on a page. To know their love is a privilege. And to be along for their journey? It was every bit magical and a testament to love in it’s purest form. Profound and awe-inspiring, True is every bit the most vital story of this entire series.
LOVE. IT’S FUNNY how one four-letter word can bring on such an onslaught of emotions. Happiness, desire, anger, even fear, Tate Morrison thought, as he sat at the tiny table in the empty bar of the Lynley Winery and tried to calm his erratic heartbeat. It could make those who were the most honest with their emotions run scared, while at the same time bring forth a determination in the most unlikely of people.
That was something he had discovered ten minutes ago back in their suite when Logan had stood before him naked and uttered, “Just tell me how you want me, Tate. I’m yours.”
That was when he’d run.
Tate had practically tripped over his feet in his hurry to be free of the suddenly suffocating confines of that bathroom. And now, as he sat alone replaying Logan’s words, he stared down at the crumpled paper he’d grabbed from his wallet and studied the words in his shaking hands.
His stomach knotted, then flipped over on itself time and time again, and Tate willed himself to breathe. The last thing he needed was to pass out from a panic attack, but that was exactly what was happening. He was panicking. And the reason? The reason was as clear as day. He was the dumbest motherfucker on the planet. Yeah, he was.
Fucking hell. He’d heard that love made people do some stupid shit before, but this… God, what if I can’t fix this? What if Logan doesn’t want me like that anymore? The thought made him want to be sick. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the room from spinning, but all that did was bring to mind Logan back in the bathroom, beautiful as always, looking at Tate for some kind of indication of what was running through his head. And what had Tate given him? Nothing. He’d just fled.
Tate shoved the piece of paper into his pocket, along with the pen he’d grabbed from the side table back in their suite, no longer able to look at it. What had he done to them? How had he let fear of the unknown possibly ruin this? And as the memories flooded him again…
I dare you to try.
I think you’re my truth.
…he was more than aware that it was that one, the last one, that didn’t have the right ending. He’d really messed this up, but he could make it right and wanted to, more than he wanted his next breath.
He placed his head in his hands and shut his eyes, trying to gather some semblance of control so he could go back, find Logan, and do the one thing he realized he should’ve done all along. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of padded feet on the hardwood floor that he looked up to see that he didn’t need to go and find Logan, because he had tracked Tate down instead.
With the fire flickering behind him, the sharp angles of Logan’s cheeks and jaw only enhanced a face Tate loved more than he thought possible, and when Logan pulled out the chair opposite him and reached across the table to take his hands, Tate couldn’t believe it had taken his brain this long to catch up and get to where it now firmly was.
“Hey,” Logan said, his eyes roaming over Tate’s face, no doubt for signs, clues as to why he’d run away.
“Hey,” Tate replied, and then lowered his gaze to their hands, marveling over the strength he found there when they were joined.
Exactly…together, not apart. Always and forever, together.
“What are you doing out here?” Logan asked, and Tate swallowed as he felt Logan tighten his grip.
“Tate?” Logan said before Tate could give any kind of response. “What are you doing out here?”
Tate withdrew his hand and ran it through his hair, and as Logan continued to watch him, he felt his nerves kick in. “Back there in the bathroom…” he started, and then stopped. As he thought over his words, Tate wondered if there was even a way to explain how badly he’d screwed this all up, but knew the only way he’d ever know was to try. “I had a thought. It was more of a moment, I guess. A flash of us. Of all we are and will be and— Shit, I sound crazy, don’t I?”
Logan’s eyes narrowed, but he shook his head. “You don’t sound crazy. But you are freaking me out a little. Were the things you were thinking good things, at least?”
Tate frowned and then shot Logan an apologetic look. The last thing Tate wanted was to worry him more—it was the exact opposite. “Yeah, of course. I should’ve probably started with that. Everything about you was good. Perfect, really, but me…”
“What about you? You’re pretty fucking perfect from where I’m sitting. And back there in that bathroom, trust me, you looked better than any of those naked statues on the wall.”
Tate tried for a smile but knew he didn’t quite pull it off when Logan asked, “What is it, Tate? Come on; you know you can tell me anything.”
Okay, this is it, Tate thought, as he swallowed and then shifted in his seat, glancing over at the fire for a moment to gather his nerve. Then he turned back to Logan and asked, “Am I too late?”
At Logan’s confused expression, Tate knew he didn’t understand what he was asking. So he reached into his pocket where he’d shoved the piece of paper, and then put it on the table. He smoothed his hand over it, lovingly tracing his fingers over the name he now wanted as his own, and then pushed it over in front of Logan.
As Logan stared down at it, Tate watched him read over the words on the paper, waiting for a reaction, and when Logan looked up, Tate asked again, “Am I too late?”
Logan blinked several times, and Tate held his breath, wondering if he was too late. But then something miraculous happened: Logan shook his head.
The blood rushing around Tate’s head made his ears ring as he tried to comprehend what Logan was telling him, but he still hadn’t said a word, so Tate pulled the pen from his pocket and leaned over to circle the name he hadn’t been able to stop looking at ever since he’d found the piece of paper.
As Logan looked down again, Tate saw a huge grin split his lips. “So what do you think? Can the world handle two Mr. Mitchells?”
About the Author
Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”
A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR. You can reach her on the web at www.ellafrank.com and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ella.frank.author
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The New Lady Sleuths of Historical Mystery
Jayne Ann Krentz
The female detective has been around for quite a while – think Agatha Christie – but it seems to me that we are watching the rise of a new genre: the lady sleuths of historical mystery and suspense.
These unusual and intrepid heroines are women of their eras – the stories are often set in the Regency or Victorian period – but they defy the conventions of their times which is, of course, what makes them so interesting.
These are not your traditional “puzzle” mysteries nor can they be labeled “cozies.” They are novels of intrigue and suspense featuring fully realized female characters with unique skill-sets who solve crimes, have dangerous adventures and, yes, sometimes get entangled in romantic relationships.
I’m having a fabulous time discovering new authors in this genre. If this sounds like something you might enjoy – or if you’ve got someone on your holiday gift list who loves historical suspense and mystery – below is a selection of titles that have come to my attention. I think they are excellent examples of the new lady sleuths of historical mystery and suspense.
A CURIOUS BEGINNING, by DEANNA RAYBOURN:
The first title in the Veronica Speedwell novels. Set in Victorian England, the novels feature a delightfully outrageous heroine with an intriguing past who is a professional butterfly hunter and a fearless sleuth.
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