K. Webster-The Glue

You know how I am when it comes to K. Webster. If it has her name on it, I will read it. I love all the worlds she creates. One of my favorites to visits and revisit is Taboo Town. And that’s where The Glue takes place.

As a reminder, these little taboo treats aren’t necessarily in any kind of order, and you can read them in any order you want to, but in this case, you are definitely going to want to read Lawn Boys before you read this one. The back of the book shows which order they were written in. And all of the characters are wound through the entire series, so you see Aiden in LB and Mr. Blakely. It’s a tiny town, and everyone knows everyone else and has their nose in everyone else’s business. My first peek into this world was Preach, which is now called Easton. And he shows up in this one too.

So here’s our story today. Aiden is 18 and in college. He’s also just about to start his job at a local coffee shop. One day, he’s drifting off through macroeconomics, texting his twin brother Anthony (from Lawn Boys), and his professor, Vaughn, notices and yells at him and wants to meet him later. Aiden is hot for teacher, because teach is hot. Then Aiden has to rush to work at his new job, where he meets Vale, and has lots of conversation heavy on innuendo. She is on a call asking someone who he’s planning on staying late with, it’s a woman isn’t it? She and Aiden do their stuff, including talking about making the business more successful, and he realizes he’s running late to his appointment with Vaughn. When he gets to Vaughn’s office, he’s on the phone talking to someone about it not being a woman he’s meeting with.

Are you catching the trend here? Yup, if you guessed it, you probably guessed it right. Aiden is attracted to both of them, they are both attracted to him. It’s a trio made in K. Webster heaven.

This is the first of the Taboo Town books to deal with a poly relationship, and it’s an MMF relationship as well. I love MMF, you don’t just see enough of it in various stories, so when it shows up and shows up done well, I’m always happy. K did it well, and I really wanted to do a happy dance, because, well, two hot guys sharing themselves with a hot chick? What’s not to happy dance about? Altogether, it’s a great story. I’m so happy for Aiden to get a story where he gets to be the star and gets to be happy. I’m thinking it’s getting close to being Dane’s turn though. He’s in everyone’s story.


Hmmm, not too many spoilers for down here, really. I do love all the epilogues and seeing Vale, Vaughn, and Aiden all happy. They all deserve to be happy, and to be happy with their family, even if it is 2 sets of twins. Can you imagine? Two sets of twins that close in age? Yikes.

OK, go check it out, as well as all the other taboo treat stories. You’ll love them. Happy reading!

Michelle Heard-The Ocean Between Us Cover Reveal



Dying to experience life, I cross an ocean to get away from my fears. I find my safe haven in the form of Detective Aiden Holden. He shows me what love is, but then our lives collide. Our little world shatters, and I’m caught in the crossfire.I’m forced to return home, to let go of the only person who has made me feel like I could be more.How do you return to a cage once you’ve tasted freedom?

My only hope is that Aiden will cross an ocean for me.



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K. Webster-Glue Available Now!

The Glue

by K Webster

Publication Date: September 5, 2018

Genres: Taboo Treat

Purchase: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA

I’m a fixer. A lover. Always searching for the right fit.

And I come up empty every time.

My desires are unusual.

I don’t feel whole until I’m in the middle, holding it all together.

Which makes having a romantic relationship really difficult.

Until them.

Two people. An unraveling marriage. Love on the rocks.

And they want me.

To put them back together again.

Problem is, once they’re fixed, where does that leave me?

I sure as hell hope I stick like glue.

***This story is MMF.***

About K. Webster

K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When

not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

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Renee Rose-Blaze Chapter Reveal





Blaze is demanding. Unyielding. A punisher.

He thinks he can rid me of my demons

by exacting even more of me than I ask myself.

He says he can wash my sins clean.

Absolve me of the fire that scalded my soul.

All I have to do is turn myself over to him.

Submit. Surrender.

The only problem–he doesn’t just want my body.

He wants my life.

Note: This steamy stand-alone romance contains a dominant, dirty talking fireman, a fiery new recruit and enough kink to start a three alarm fire. If such material offends you, please do not read this book! No cliffhangers, no cheating.




With four brothers—all cops, not firemen—I’m not afraid of any guy. Especially not guys like these.
Even if their, I mean our, captain doesn’t want a female on the crew.
“What are you playing?” I ask my new teammates innocently as they deal another round of poker to kill time at the station.
Rocket—the friendliest, but possibly dorkiest—grins. “Poker—know how to play?”
I twirl the end of my dark ponytail around my finger. “Yeah, I think so.”
James, who is the least friendly of the guys—not counting the captain—folds his arms over his large chest. “We don’t play for money, though.”
I know what’s coming and I’m not afraid. “Oh yeah?” I’m pretty good at playing innocent. “What do you play for?”
“Have you heard of strip poker?”
Rocket flushes slightly, clearly thrilled by the suggestion. “Yeah, it’s just for fun,” he leers. “That way if we get a call, the person who took off the most takes the longest to get ready.”
Uh huh. Right.
I pull a chair up to the table. “Okay. I’m in.”
“You are?” Rocket’s eyes pop, like he can’t believe how lucky they got.
James still looks like he tasted a lemon, but he starts shuffling and deals the cards.
I sit back, hold my cards and hide my inner smirk. If these asshole firemen believe they can haze me into taking my clothes off and becoming their wet dream fire maiden, I’ll let them harbor that impossible fantasy—for at least another half hour.
See—here’s what I know. Firemen are nicer than cops. More predictable. They have that same hero desire but it burns—heh—brighter. They’re not quite as power-hungry or controlling. Except for the captain. They call him Blaze—I’m guessing because of a temper. He’s got a streak of controlling cop for sure. It’s a trait that I hate in my brothers, but unfortunately makes my knees go weak in a boss. Especially a fire captain boss.
The rest of these boys were the football stars in high school—good-looking, rigid thinkers, slightly chauvinistic, but generally nice guys. No one’s gonna actually get naked here and they know it. Oh, they probably think they’re gonna get an eyeful of my bra and panties, maybe even harbor hope of seeing some boobage—not that there’s much to see—but they don’t know who they’re up against.
If anyone knows how to play poker, it’s me.
Again—four brothers.
What my brothers don’t know is that I also know how to play dingy sex kitten and make stupid would-be poker champs think I’m in over my head.
Which means, at the end of this game, these boys are going to be the ones sitting in their boxer briefs, and I’m going to be using my phone to take pictures I can forever hold over their heads.
“So, Lia,” Scott, my thirty-something hot but ignorant new colleague drawls, “It’s you.”
“We need a better name for her,” Rocket says.
“Yeah, too bad Rocket’s already taken,” I say drily.
He grins good-naturedly. “How about Sparks? She’s definitely a little spark plug, plus she’s always lighting matches.”
Damn, they noticed that. I just burned a few outside between fires to let off steam. I’ll have to be more careful.
“It’s your bet, Sparks,” James says without a smile. “Let me guess, you’re starting with your boots.”
“Nope.” I make a show of slowly peeling my red FDNY t-shirt over my head. “I’ll open.” All three of the other firefighters on duty tonight stare. “Let’s start with the shirt. That way you guys can get a nice look at what’s not coming off tonight.” I squeeze both my breasts through the very chaste, full-coverage pink sports bra.
Scott’s hand drops under the table, presumably to rearrange his junk. “I see.” He clears his throat. “Didn’t expect that from you.”
I hide my triumph. They thought they’d force me to admit I can’t claim to be just one of the guys. Cock-tease is my surprise rebuttal.
He, too, peels his shirt off, revealing a perfect pair of pects on a gleaming dark-skinned chest. Not that I’m looking. Every guy here is ripped. Being physically fit is part of the job requirement. But I’m used to guys like these from the CrossFit gym. “I’ll see your shirt.” He stands up and unbuttons his Nomex pants. “And raise you a pair of pants.”
“Ooh,” James and Rocket croon, looking for my reaction.
I can’t hold back my smirk. If they think showing me their boxers is going to fluster me, they have a shit-ton of more thinks coming. I can give it as well as they do.
I completed my fire training. I worked three summers as a hot-shot for the Forest Service in Arizona. No female is in better shape than I am right now. And still I had to apply and reapply for thirty-two months to get this job. No one will say it, but I guarantee it’s about their bias against my small size and gender.
But I’m putting that behind me because I finally landed this job—despite the intimidating interview with the chief and battalion chief. And now that I got in and am one step closer to my dream job, I’m going to prove how well I fit in. There won’t be awkwardness. They’ll respect me as much as they do anyone else.
“What. The fuck. Is going on here?”
At the sound of the captain’s angry boom, we all jump and throw our cards down, sitting up straight.
This is how I know deep down these are nice boys. They have the grace to go completely shame-faced, hurriedly scooping up the cards and tossing me my shirt.
“Nothing, Captain,” Scott says, yanking his own shirt back on.
Our hard-assed captain, Ted MacKenzie—Blaze—is like the Greek god of firemen. Tall, tattooed and beef-alicious, he’s young to be in charge—maybe in his mid-thirties. And what he lacks in years he makes up for in gruffness. The man is two hundred fifty pounds of pure authority and alpha male dominance. A fact I find far too sexy for my own good.
And he definitely isn’t having it right now. Laser beams shoot from his striking blue eyes. Anger radiates from him, letting us all know we’re in deep shit.
“Aw, we’re just indoctrinating Sparks into our poker games, Cap,” Rocket says.
“Sparks, huh.” His eyes shoot to me and he flicks his brows. “Fitting.”
I square my shoulders to hide the fact that I’m cowed. And turned on. My pussy clenches and damn my nipples—they prod the inside of my sports bra. But I’m like this in Blaze’s presence all the time. I’m always attracted the guys who don’t think I’m good enough.
What does that say about me?
And since this guy seemed pissed as hell to be assigned a female to his crew, I suddenly question the wisdom of our little strip poker game. He looks ready to commit murder. We each receive our own special glare, which travels slowly around the circle until we’re all sweating like kids sent to the principal’s office.
“This is not a goddamn frat house. Burke is here to work, like the rest of you. She’s not here for you to stroke your pathetic dicks. You’re going to treat her like any other goddamn fireman—fireperson—whatever.” He throws up an impatient hand. He jerks his chin at me. “Put your shirt on.”
My cheeks flame, but I hold his gaze with a note of defiance as I slide it on.
No matter—he’s back to lecturing the guys, pointing his finger at each one in turn. “We haven’t had a woman on the crew before, but that doesn’t mean you lose your goddamn heads. I expect every one of you to figure out how to be appropriate starting today. Right now.” He points at the ground. “You don’t make suggestive remarks, you don’t talk about sex around her and you sure as hell don’t try to get her to do a goddamn strip tease. If I ever see this kind of shit again, I will write you up on harassment so fast your heads will spin. Is that perfectly clear?”
“Yes, sir,” they all say immediately.
“And God help any of you if I ever hear you try anything with her. You will lose more than your job, you will lose your nuts.”
The guys, who had been sitting up straight for the brutal lecture, sink down in their seats.
“This firehouse is a strict no-fraternizing zone.” He looks at me for that.
I had been slightly flattered by the protective note to his lecture, but now white hot anger pours through me. I stick my chin out but somehow manage to keep my mouth shut.
But seriously? Is he implying I’m trying to seduce my co-workers? What a prick.
He keeps the blazing gaze fixed on me. “And you. You worked your ass off to get into this firehouse. Don’t fuck it up now.” He turns and walks away.
I’m on my feet—definitely too pissed to be around these guys a minute longer. I stalk to the tiny cubicle that serves as my bedroom for the night and shut the door, reaching for a book of matches with shaking hands.
The scrape of the head and bright flare of the flame calm me. The sulfur stings my nostrils and sends the signal to my brain. Like an addict getting a hit, my body responds. My muscles relax, heart rate slows. My pleasure centers activate.
I hold the match, letting it burn down to my fingers before I drop it in the metal wastebasket. I’m safe with matches. If anyone knows the danger of fire, it’s me. I light another, then one more until I’ve soothed the tiger.
I flick another match. Damn the prickly captain for screwing up what would’ve been a perfectly genial way to break the boys in. I drop the match in the trash can. Damn the prickly captain for making me want to prove myself to him all over again. I drop the matches on the desk and stand up. Fuck it. I am going to give him a piece of my mind.



I’m all about equal rights—I am.
But having Lia Burke in my firehouse might be the death of me.
I head back to the station office and sit at the desk. Lord. I can’t fucking believe they sent me a tiny female. Sure, she passed the test. She’s strong and looks tough as hell. Definitely one of those CrossFit chicks who can bench twice her weight.
But her presence here is going to be the biggest pain in my ass ever.
She’s also hot. Her smooth caramel skin looks downright lickable, and the big green eyes are set off by long, curling lashes. Not the fake kind that are so popular these days. Natural lashes—no mascara or anything, not that I’m an expert on these things.
And she has junk in the trunk. I’m definitely an ass man and this girl? She has the best posterior I’ve ever had the pleasure of walking behind. Not that I do that on purpose.
Not unless I want to sprout wood in front of my crew.
I can’t stand the other guys ogling her. I mean, I seriously can’t stand it.
They are not exactly PC. It’s locker room talk around here twenty-four seven. I swear I’m going to have a sexual harassment claim on my hands in less than a month.
Even though she’s trying to prove she’s cool with whatever they throw her way.
Yeah, the little spitfire is going to turn this firehouse on its head.
But what troubles me even more is I know something about this girl. Her brother is friends with a battalion chief friend of mine. When she got hired, he reminded me of a fire we put out.
I started at the Staten Island station—Ladder 153. There was a three alarm fire that destroyed a cop’s place ten years ago. The cop’s oldest son was friends with our captain—my buddy who is now a battalion chief.
We tried so hard to save the house, but it was too late—the entire thing was made of sticks and went up fast. I remember the Puerto Rican wife crying in Spanish while the cop and his kids tried to be heroes and help. We had to order back the four boys and one girl a number of times.
The fire had been ruled accidental, originating in the girl’s bedroom. That girl was Lia Burke.
And for some reason, knowing her history makes me even more protective of her.
She’s fighting demons. She became a firefighter to try reverse her past.
As if that ever works. We can’t make up for our past mistakes. I should know.
A prickle on the back of my neck tells me I’m being watched and I look up. Here she is—one hip propped against my doorway, her slender but buff arms folded across her chest.
She’s so small we had to order her a child’s size t-shirt for her wear, but damn, the spunk in her is anything but petite. Her dark curls are pulled up in a high ponytail, dark-lashed green eyes are bright against her flushed skin.
“Yes, Burke?” I have to work hard not to think about the way her nipples got hard when I was going off on the crew.
I work even harder not to wonder what that means.
Her jaw muscles tighten, then release, then tighten again.
Little girl is trying to hold her tongue and, if I’m interpreting correctly, not blow up at me. I really have to work to force back all the fantasies that crowd my brain about punishing her for sass. Or forcing her to speak her mind. It could easily go either way.
Another beat passes and she pushes her hip off the door frame. “Nevermind.” She turns and walks away, the sway of her perky ass making my cock twitch in my pants.
“No, come back. Let’s talk this out. You pissed at me?” I may be a hardass, but I’m actually all about communication amongst the team.
When she turns, her expression’s softened, relief flickering over it. She leans a hand against the doorframe, staying outside it. “Kinda. Were you implying I was trying to—”
I hold my hands up. “I wasn’t implying anything.” I stand up from the chair. I’m a big guy, and she’s freakin’ tiny, but she doesn’t draw back. If anything, she leans forward, eyes dilating. “Strip poker isn’t allowed in this firehouse under my watch, that’s it. End of story.”
Her mouth turns down at the corners.
“Listen, you’re trying to find your place here—getting to know the guys. I get it.” I shove my hands in my pockets to seem less threatening. “I’m sure you would’ve had them all in their boxer shorts by the time you were done.”
A smile quirks before she hides it again, her body posture relaxing even more. I like putting her at ease. Almost as much as I liked seeing her reaction—physical, anyway—to my dominance back there.
“The thing is—we haven’t had a woman on the team before. It’s going to be an adjustment for all of us. And I don’t want anyone thinking…”
I stop because, what am I going to say? I don’t want them thinking the same thing I am about her? How much they’d love to feel that tight little body squirming underneath theirs? How they’d love to give her a little personal training?
“I don’t want anyone to fuck with you, that’s all. Because then I’d have to pound their faces in.”
This time I succeed in wringing a real grin from her—one that stays on her face and makes her big eyes crinkle. She’s unbelievably pretty, with flawless skin and a pair of dimples. It takes all my willpower not to drop my gaze to her breasts, because I’m dying to see if I made those little nipples hard again.
She rolls her eyes. “So you’re playing big brother, not boss? I already have four of those, so it’s not really a role I need filled.”
Oh, sugar, my thoughts are anything but brotherly.
“Yeah—I’m Big Brother with the capital Bs. Always watching.” I do the two fingers at my eyes, two fingers at her eyes gesture and she laughs. Something that buckled down across my chest when I walked in on the guys’ shenanigans releases. “I see you can take care of yourself, Sparks. Just don’t make me sorry you got placed here.”
“Okay, there it is.” She’s fully in my office now, hands on her hips. “I knew there was something you were trying to say to me. So what is it?”
Her show of defiance makes my cock ache. I want take this girl in hand so badly, my palm twitches. I can’t stop myself from advancing on her until we’re toe to toe. Nose to chest.
I’m dying to wrap my fist in her hair, tip that saucy head back to keep her eyes on my face. Fortunately for her, she lifts them of her own accord.
“Enough, little dragon.” I tower over her, hands on my hips. “You don’t march into my office breathing fire and throwing out attitude. You have something to say to me, you show some respect.”
She swallows and takes a step back. “I’m sorry, sir.”
Christ, yes. The nipples are hard. Even through a sports bra and t-shirt. Her eyes are dilated, too, and the way she rubs her lips together makes my cock chubby.
“That’s better.” I pin her with an authoritative stare and let the silence stretch between us before I go on. “I didn’t say anything to you I wouldn’t have said if you were a man.”
She rolls her tongue around in her cheek. “You call the other guys little dragon?”
I fight a smile. “Did that offend you?”
She cocks a hip, her posture turned seductive. “Nah.”
“Good. Are we okay?” I automatically reach out to thump her shoulder the way I would one of the guys after a talk in the office. At the last second, I pull the thump part back and just touch her. It’s just a shoulder—it’s not like I have hands on her face, or her waist, or anywhere intimate—and yet it’s like time freezes the moment I touch her. Our eyes lock, heat races through my limbs. I have to force myself to drop my hand but when I do, my gaze falls on those full, pouty lips.
“Yeah, we’re good.” She’s lost most of her tough girl attitude, her expression more wondering now. It’s amazing how badly I want to see her stripped bare to me—the facade gone. I want to know the real Lia—what makes her tick.
But that won’t be happening. No stripping—of clothes or otherwise. Not for me or any other asshole in this station.


USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top Author list. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.


Lee Savino & Golden Angel-Alien Captive Boost

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Who knew reading sexy alien abduction stories could get a girl into trouble? Or that an e-reader could also be the gateway to another galaxy? I definitely didn’t… but here I am anyway, mated to the Tsenturion High Commander just like the unwilling human heroines in my favorite sci-fi romances.

The Commander demands obedience. He intends to claim me, train me, and turn me into his perfect little pleasure trophy. He doesn’t believe in love. I don’t believe in giving in without a fight. There’s no amount of discipline or ecstasy that could break me to his will… I hope.

Alien Captive is a hot alien abduction romance, starring one feisty human and the Tsenturion Warrior strong enough to potentially master her.

Disclaimer: the authors are not responsible for any actual alien abductions that may result should you purchase this book.

About The Authors

In addition to being an author, Lee Savino is a mom and a chocoholic. She’s written a bunch of books, all smexy romance. Smexy = smart + sexy.

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Sahalie Blue-Love Under the Western Star

Before I say anything at all about Love Under the Western Star, I need to just say how freaking awesome the name Sahalie is. Don’t you think it’s pretty damn awesome? I know I’ve reviewed a book by this author before on here, but I don’t remember if it was under this name or a different one. It was a great book though, all about a female rodeo rider through the years. You got to see history through her eyes and see how things progressed. I really liked it.

This one, though, is all futuristic mixed with Wild West and is definitely scifi. It is based on a real story that took place out in Arizona, back in the day. It was called The Pleasant Valley War, and it made Romeo and Juliet look like a sweet fluffy story. Nearly all the male line of both the Tewksburys and the Grahams were killed during the conflict, and it delayed Arizona’s statehood. Interesting reading about it, and it made me appreciate Love a little more knowing some of the real background behind it. So how does a western range war fit into a scifi book? Well, just wait and I’ll tell you.

This book takes place well into the future. People left Earth on ships and landed on something like a dozen different planets. However, it’s been long enough that many of the people on those planets don’t have the history of Earth anymore, and the majority of those planets are lost. There are some planets, like Eden, who are really advanced scientifically and technologically, and then you get the ones that aren’t. Love takes place on a planet that isn’t all that advanced. They are stuck, technologically speaking, right around the late 1800s. They have steam engines and other similar things, but that’s as far as they get.

We start out with Hope Tewksbury and Joseph Graham. She’s supposed to be off to teacher college, but she couldn’t do it, so she got back on the train to go back to the town of Payson. She sat next to a nice military man who was headed to Payson as well. It isn’t until he’s driving her home that she finds out that he’s a Graham, which earns her her first spanking. Joseph does end up taking her back to the train so she will go to school. He kisses her and she never forgets him.

Meanwhile, on Eden, Dr. Amy Toller is talking about her latest project. They are going to go to Chi-4 and see if they can find relating to Earth. Her goal is to find out where Earth is which can help them figure out where all the other planets are. So they are going to get on their spaceship and do some covert research.

Two years after the first scene, Amy and her people are infiltrating Payson, Hope is coming home from school as a teacher, and the feud between the Grahams and Tewksburys is getting worse. Cue Romeo and Juliet, only call Joseph and Hope.

Sahalie did a hell of a job mixing up the scifi and Wild West stuff in here, plus adding in some spanking and romance. Really, we have 3 main characters who we get to see a lot of and find out what they are doing, as well as some side characters we see more of. I think that it could’ve been really easy to drop a thread when you are trying to weave together two distinct genres, include some history, keep track of various main characters, and make sure that everything comes out well. However, Sahalie made it look effortless and gives us a really tight story. The one thing I wish we had, though, was more of Osimov, the android captain.


I have to wonder how much Joseph’s dad knew about the ship and all the info, since he had stuff hiding all over the place about the ship. I wouldn’t trust the man further than I could spit, and since I can’t spit all that well, that’s not very far.

Well, that’s all I have to say about this one. Go check it out. You’ll enjoy it. Happy reading!