Songs of Corruption Series by CD Reiss

CD Reiss, Songs of Corruption Series, overall review

Individual rating with each review.

Would I recommend this series: 
Yes, I pimp the entire series every chance I get. This woman is hands down The best authors I have had the pleasure of reading.

Would I re-read this series: 
Would I read future books by this author: 
Hell Yes, this woman has hijacked my TBR!

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★ Review ☆ The Prince, Original Sinners # 3, Tiffany Reisz

Kingsley was free. No hands held him. No mouth kissed him. He stood against the tree, alone, untouched. Bewildered, he stared at Søren, who stood five feet away from him, panting. Søren raised his hand and wiped a drop of blood off the side of his mouth. 
“Mais…” Kingsley protested.
Søren lowered his hand.
“You said my safe word.”


The star ratings ain’t too accurate for this. There should be a set for each part of the book, seeing as there are 3 stories happening. 

Miss Tiffany promised a Mind fuck with this book, and boy did she deliver. 
laughing, gasping, swearing uncontrollably, cringing, crying (poor spanks for nothing) and a hell of a lot of arousal, then repeating the spin cycle of emotions, was a very through mind fuck leaving me breathless, panting and begging at Miss Tiffany’s feet for more. 

I was pulled from the past to present with Søren and Kingsley, then ripped over to Nora and sexy Wes, only to be dragged back to the past with the boys. I don’t think anyone other than Tiffany could ever pull off, plus you really need a little breather, from those two sexy boys. 

“You haven’t seen my world. You’ve got a church. I got a castle. You’ve got a vow of poverty. I’ve got more money than God. You can’t even be seen in public with her. I can stand in front of a thousand cameras with the whole world watching, and kiss her. “

Fucking Wowzer! 
Learning about the history of how these two came together was breathtakingly beautiful, emotional, dark and raw. 
From the start, if the Original Sinners series, it’s been known of Kingsley’s love, respect and devotion for Søren, finally we see how deep it runs. 
From the rare tender words, brutal words, even more, brutal beatings and finally betraying his sister, Kingsley’s loyalty and love never changed, not even in 30years.

Søren….. from the start of the series I didn’t really like him, in The Angel, a fell for him, saw his tender side, how much he loves his little one. Now, after The Prince, Seeing how Søren was younger has made me love that man even more, learning about his past, why he is the man he is now, his feelings, love and his fears, makes him more human, much more lovable. 
Shows that Nora really is his true love, his Little One. Ultimately his safe word. 

While trying to find out who wishes to destroy them all, and why, These two men had my heart pounding for one reason or another through the whole book. 

Nora finally with Wesley…. 
I prayed it would happen in The Siren and in every other book and short story Tiffany has given us the pleasure of reading. 
I love Wes, more so, I love Wes with Nora. Watching them in his world, was amazing, seeing her open up and relax was a great thing. Hopefully, a forever thing 🙂

The cliffhanger ending…… I swear Miss Tiffany is a sadist 😉
An ending no one would ever have guessed. 
Now the wait for The Mistress begins. 

This quote from another who reviewed The Prince is extremely correct. 

In The Siren, I wanted nothing more than for Nora and Wesley to be together. In The Angel, Ms. Reisz flogged me until I forgot about Wesley, and wanted Soren and Nora together. And now, in The Prince, she whipped, flogged, and caned me until I submitted and fell at Soren and Kingsley feet. 



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★ Review ☆ Spin, Songs of Corruption # 1 by CD Reiss

Book 1, Spin. 240pg ebook
“Your first loyalty is to me. Every moan on your lips, Every wet drop from your cunt. When the thought of fucking crosses your mind, It’s mine. Say it.” 
I will be the first to admit, while I was excited to have more from CD Reiss, I wasn’t over the moon about losing Jonathan, But by the second chapter, I was so hooked that I’ve read it twice! 
This one is about Theresa, we’ve met her a few times during SOS, however, this book is a stand alone and you do not have to read the SOS series. LOL who am I kidding, Everyone should read SOS! (link to reviews and purchase details Here)
Theresa, the gorgeous, quiet and all together yet broken Drazen. After finding out her District Attorney fiancee was cheating on her with his speech writer, she quietly ditches his ass and is now trying to pick up the pieces while keeping herself composed. 
That is until Spin. 
“It was his gaze, which was locked on me, disarming me. He was beautiful to me. Not my type, not at all. But the slight cleft in his chin, the powerful jaw, the swoop of dark hair falling over his forehead seem right, Just right. I swallowed. My mouth has started watering, and my throat had gotten dry. I got a flash of him above me, with that swoop of hair rocking, as he fucked me so hard the sheets ripped.” 
Antonio Spinelli, aka Spin – Theresa’s Capo, the dangerous, intoxicating, powerfully sexy Italian beast with more secrets than you can poke a stick at.
He is instantly crazy about Theresa the moment he lays his eyes on her, and isn’t shy about going after her, taking her at all costs, but tries keeping her at arm’s length from his world. As the story unfolds, you learn a little about Spin and his businesses, but you also see a very exposed, a vulnerable side of him when his Contessa is involved. 
There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to keep her safe, including hurting himself to protect her, but neither of them can keep away from the other. 
“I tried to stay away,” he said. “I’ve never wanted a woman this much in my life. I’d burn cities to have you. I’d fight armies. I’d commit murder to take you right now.” 
The sex? in a word, MJSKUFGQWyGWGIUG! 
Everyone knows that CD can steam up your pages, but this… WoW. The dirty talk is second to none, the rough and animistic sex these two have is enough to leave you panting. Even the more tender moments are fucking hot.   
“Every day,” he whispered, “I’ll take you like this. In the morning, before coffee, I fuck you. At night, I fuck you harder. In our bedroom, our living room, our kitchen, I’ll love you in every room. Amore mio, I’ll break you with my love and put you back together. And when I retire, you still call me Capo because you’re mine. Always mine.” 
These two come from opposite worlds, she is the straight-laced, always plays it safe lady and he is your tense, rough and ready Mafia boss who’s number one commitment is to the family, so how can this little steamy love affair work you may ask? 
Get the book and find out promise, you won’t be disappointed. 
“How straight you are for the world, and how you bend and cry for me. I want to go so deep in you we have the same thoughts.” 
And now on for the long wait for the next installment of Songs of Corruption.
In the meantime, get ready for Songs of Perdition #1 starring Fiona Drazen, which is coupled up with 7 other amazing authors in one book, Bend. Out May 5th 
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★ Review ☆ Obsession by Eden Bradley #RidingDesire


Obsession. 69pg ebook


Janie, gorgeous blonde who’s had her heart torn to pieces by a drug using, party hard, lead singer of a band, god, who happens to now be her ex-husband, Cole. After a brief encounter at a mutual friend’s funeral, Cole decides it’s time to win back what he’s lost, his muse, his Janie girl. 
Cole has been clean and sober for 6 years and now he needs his girl back. 
In a bold move, Cole seeks out Janie, after a steamy kiss to leave any woman’s knees weak, Janie agree’s to a dinner with him, a dinner that takes place after the incredible sex. 
In a crazy whirlwind of sex and sex and more sex, these two rediscover each other and old love is once again burning bright.
Cole has his muse back and life is sailing by perfectly, Janie is letting her guard down, opening up and really letting herself love and be with him, but she doesn’t trust him fully and when she see’s some familiar drug activity at a party for the band, Janie runs, leaving Cole with no explanation  and a broken heart once again. 
Will this time be forever? Or will these two have the HEA everyone deserves?
Grab a copy to find out 

I’ve read a few of Eden’s work and loved them, so was super excited for this story, but was a little letdown. 

I think there was too much sex. Yes, you heard me, too much sex – or maybe just not enough back story, yes that’s a better way to put it 🙂
In saying that, it’s still a good story that touches on some real issues, which is why I give this one a 3.5 rating. 
I would have loved to have had more of a story for these two, I mean can someone really fully trust someone on sex alone? 

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★ Book Blitz Giveaway ☆ The Replacement by Rachael Wade


The Replacement by Rachael Wade
*Contains sexually explicit content and mature subject matter, including language and elements of abuse.*A gritty New Adult drama about a young woman’s self-destructive quest to find purpose, self-worth, and love in a broken world.

My name is Elise Duchamp. I’m twenty-three years old and I’m known as the town whore.

No, not the kind who exchanges sexual favors for money. The other kind. The kind who gives it all away for free, whenever and however she likes. I am that girl. The one everyone whispers about and the one none of the girls seem to like, because all of their boyfriends either want to sleep with me or already have. Promiscuity is my thing—the kind that slowly, violently turns my insides black, but gives me something I need.

All things considered, I’m not completely reckless. I’m safe, and contrary to popular opinion, I do have a heart. I live in a world of careless choices, and with those choices come careless people. I cannot judge them, because I am one of them. I too bow down to the altar of the self-serving. I am not a good friend. I am not and never could be anyone’s girlfriend. I’m convinced any goodness in me shriveled up and died long ago.

But I am a replacement. That is something I know how to be, and this is a story of the lengths I’d go to in order to keep it that way.




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A fine shiver runs down my spine as I watch his confident stride to the other side of the Jeep. He gets in and his woodsy scent engulfs me as he starts the ignition. We drive for about twenty minutes, making small talk and casually flipping through radio stations when it hits me that we’re not approaching a neighborhood, but a campground.

“Uh…so you really are taking me for a Thanksgiving Day hike?” I look at him in surprise, not at all prepared for a romp in the mountains. I’m still recovering from my dream and the fact that I slept straight through my alarm this afternoon, not to mention the fact that my black heeled booties aren’t very proper for a hike in the woods.

“Before you panic,” he says, parking the Jeep and leaning across me to reach the glove compartment, “shut your eyes.”

“Shut my eyes?”

“You heard me.”
I do as he says and can’t help the smile that’s forming on my lips. I can hear the smile in his voice and his closeness is causing all of my muscles to lock up. As I hear him open the glove box, I’m swamped with the realization that I want him to kiss me again, the way he did the night of the festival.

But that was a first kiss and I ruined it, and Nate’s fingerprints are still branded on my skin.
I hear the rustling of a bag and a soft snap, and then something is touching my lips, but it’s not Ryder’s mouth. It’s sweet and salty and divine. “Open,” Ryder says patiently, his tone smooth like silk. My lips part and my tongue is met with luscious chocolate tinged with sea salt. I purr in satisfaction and his finger slides the piece of heaven further onto my tongue.


Mmmm,” I hum, more enthusiastically now. “Oh my God…so good.”

“You can open now.”

I allow my eyes to drift open, and I’m greeted with his, dark as the chocolate melting in my mouth. I swallow and feel my eyelashes flutter with his closeness, his face just inches from mine.

“I don’t believe you, though,” he says. He tilts his head slightly. “I need to taste for myself.”

A hot rush of breath hits my lips and his mouth presses down onto mine. I melt into the seat, my muscles relaxing from his touch. This is nothing like the first kiss. I lean into it, let him draw me into his warmth. The driver’s seat groans as he shifts, cradling my neck and jaw with his rough hands. Our tongues meet and glide, mixing and exchanging the remnants of chocolate, and I moan into his mouth, absorbing the taste.

“Elise,” he whispers against me, deepening the kiss. I fall into him, everything plummeting like there’s nothing left to live for and today is the apocalypse. My hand finds and unclicks my seatbelt, then his, and then I’m lifting myself from the passenger seat to slide over the console and onto his lap. He pants as he accepts me, a low groan sounding from deep in his throat. It’s like a grenade in the quiet car, fueling my desire.

I slip my thighs over him, straddling him in the driver’s seat. My hand slips down his chest and grabs one of his, guiding it to my breast. His head falls back against the headrest as I devour him, and he squeezes, rolling his thumb around and around, moaning in satisfaction. Things are spiraling out of control fast, but his touch is so gentle, so patient, like he’s touching glass. I’m breakable to him, but the pressure is firm and certain.

It makes me want him even more.

My hands glide over his hard abdomen and find their way under his shirt, fumbling with his belt buckle. I’ll ride him right here if he’ll let me.

“Wait,” he breathes, dropping a hand to his belt.

“I got it,” I say, undoing the loop. “Keep touching me.” I continue undoing his belt while I reach back with my free hand to loosen my hair tie, letting my wet hair fall around my shoulders. I feel naked already, with no powder on my nose or mascara coating my lashes. My hair isn’t blown out to perfection, and my lips are natural, but I’m raw and open to him, and it makes me brave.

“Elise, not yet.” He smiles against my mouth and brings his head forward, his breathing labored. “I owe you dinner, beautiful.”

“I don’t want food.” I roll my hips to meet his erection and his head snaps back, smacking the headrest.

“Shit, baby, you’re killing me here.”

“So quit struggling.” I lean down and bite his neck, dragging his flesh sharply through my teeth.

He groans. “I don’t have anything in here.”

“In my bag.” I blindly feel my way to the passenger seat for my purse, digging out a condom.

He lets me tear at the wrapper for a second before snatching it from my hand. “Elise, I really want to give you that meal.”

I stop kissing him, pulling back to search his eyes for traces of evidence of sarcasm, but I only find sincerity.

Our chests rise and fall against each other as our breathing slows, and I slowly shift off of his lap, lazily sliding back into the passenger seat. My head rolls toward him.

“You have the restraint of a saint.”

“You have a sinful body. There are too many things I want to do to it to qualify as saintly.”

“Well, we can’t all keep our wings clean.”

“My wings are black when I’m near you.”

“You’re in luck.” I straighten my sweater and sit up. “My wings are black all the time.”

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★ Book Blitz Giveaway ☆ Love, Lex, The Undergrad Years by Avery Aster

Love, Lex – The Undergrad Years by Avery Aster
ONE-CLICK * $0.99 CENTS * LIMITED TIME ONLYThis summer, I’d planned to celebrate my eighteenth birthday in Europe with my fellow Manhattanites—Taddy Brill, Blake Morgan, and Vive Farnworth—until I caught my boyfriend screwing my mother. According to the police report, this vomit-inducing incident happened around the same time I’d supposedly blown-up my mother’s penthouse. Like I’m walking around Soho with a stick of dynamite in my Louis Vuitton purse—not! Now, my besties and I are in jail.

Officer Ford Gotti, the Harley-wheelin’ biker cop who arrested us, keeps sticking his perfectly-sculpted nose into my case. His inked body is jacked like a superhero, and he says I can trust him. He wants me to fess up. I won’t. Not again. Why should I? My friends and I had a previous stint in juvie that nearly destroyed us. I gotta protect them and keep my mouth shut. Right?

—Lex Easton, women’s studies major, motorcycle enthusiast, and virgin.

The Undergrad Years is a New Adult contemporary miniseries about first loves, independence, and everlasting friendships. Interact with Avery while reading Love, Lex on Instagram and Twitter @AveryAster using the hashtags #UndergradYears #NewAdult. Swag and reader contests can be found on Avery’s blog

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Excerpt from Chapter Seven: The Ride of My Life
*the set up: Lex and Ford go for a ride on his motorcycle
The bike rolled into the garage and stopped. Ford pushed a button, and the garage lights came on as the door closed. Kicking the stand, he got to his feet and cut the engine.
Mindful of where I sat, he lifted his leg and got off the bike. When he removed his helmet, I noticed his eyes weren’t as dark as before. They had hints of hazel in them. His brow furrowed into a straight line when he caught me staring at him.
Quickly, I looked down at the bike and reached up to take my helmet off.
“Allow me.” His big hands came under my chin. He tilted my jaw upward. “Such a beautiful face, Lex. I like looking at you.”
“Thank you…”
I’d heard the “pretty face but” backhanded compliment my entire life. I waited for him to say, “But your body could use some work.” Or my personal favorite, “It’s a shame you forgot to take care of the rest of you.”
Ford didn’t say anything of the sort. He studied me just as he did back in the jail, from head to toe. I’m so uncomfortable. Not because of anything he’s doing, but because usually that is when men, and sometimes women, stop looking at me all together.
He unfastened my chinstrap and teased, “Let’s see if your hair has static.”
Trying to stand, I laughed nervously.
“Stay seated.” He removed my helmet and placed both his and mine behind me. He swung my right leg to the left side of the bike, framing my body with his. He cupped my face in his hands.
Hot cop fantasy? Heck no. This was real. He was going to…
Ford licked his bottom lip. His facial features strained, becoming serious. The tip of his nose touched mine. I smelled mint when he exhaled. “No roommate. Yup, I live alone.” Then he kissed me.
My head fell back into his grip.
With determination, he tongued me, deeply, clockwise, oh yes even his flippin’ tongue was strong and precise, just like the way he weaved his bike through traffic.
Enthusiastically he unbuttoned the straps on my overalls and then without even looking, still lip-to-lip, he worked the closure on the left side then the right.  The denim flaps fell to the front and the back.
“Stand for a sec.” Ford lifted me up in the air as if I were a weightless feather. He planted both my feet on the ground, and then he shanked the overalls to my ankles.
“Ford—” Before I could finish whatever I was going to say, he lifted up my shirt and swiftly placed me back on the motorcycle. Worried I’d fall, I dug my back into the seat, reached for each handlebar, pulling myself up as I gasped and garbled some words.
He slid his fingers through the purple waistband on my underwear.
My entire body stood to attention.
“I want you naked so I can admire your body, and fuck you, on my bike.”
Air, I needed to breath. Afraid I might pass out, I inhaled through my nostrils and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Umm, Ford,” I whispered when he came in to kiss me again.
What the heck was I going to say? “Excuse me, but as hawt as this whole bike thing sounds, my Lady V and I would be more comfortable on a bed, sofa, or even the floor.” I felt as if I might knock the bike over any second now.
“Nervous?” Ford sensed my apprehension.
“Very,” I replied without thinking.
“I told you not to be.” He re positioned himself holding my legs over his right shoulder.
The panties came off. Then he lifted one leg and rested it on his other shoulder. Leaning down, his hands scooped under my back and unfastened my bra. No directions necessary. This dude could do this undressing thing, in the dark.
“But Ford, ya see, I’m—”
That tongue of magic. Thick and velvety, warm and wetter than the spot between my legs, Ford slipped back into my mouth. This time he rotated counterclockwise.
Dang. Ford is an Olympic kisser. For round two, I braced myself in his arms.
Legs spread wide, my ass still sat on the bike.


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★ Book Blitz Giveaway ☆ Unearthed, Resistance Trilogy #4 by Rachael Wade

by Rachael Wade (The Resistance Trilogy #4)



This is a short novella (approximately 25,000 words) and is intended to be read after The Tragedy of Knowledge. It takes place after the events of The Resistance Trilogy.

For Gavin and Camille, the Amaranthian war is over. But they’ve evolved since then, and so has the realm they’ve come to know as home. Now comfortable and happy in their new life, they soon discover that something groundbreaking is brewing, threatening to disrupt the peace they’ve worked so hard to secure. And whether they’re prepared or not, it’s about to be unearthed.

Unearthed by Rachael Wade
(The Resistance Trilogy #4)
Publication date: August 25th 2013
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult


“You,” Gavin breathed, “are trouble, Camille Hart.”

I half panted, half laughed. He only called me by my maiden name when I was indeed trouble. “Well, I hope you learned your lesson. Next time, don’t be so bossy.” Smiling into his neck, I gave him a light bite, sucking gently on his damp skin.

“I think Audrey’s snark finally rubbed off on you.”
Finally?” I pulled back to look him in the eye, arching my brow. “Have you been living
under a rock?”
“I like it,” he said cheerfully. “The new and improved Mrs. Devereaux.”
“And I like you bossy.” I poked him in the shoulder, my grin spreading. “Although I must admit I miss your shy smile. I think you’ve let your head get too big, husband.”
“I can’t help it,” he leaned in and grazed my nose with his, inhaling deeply. “Making love to you makes me bold.”
“As it should.” I pecked the end of his nose. “Now I do believe it’s time for you to feed your wife. She’s starving.”
“Well,” he laughed, sliding off of me to zip up his pants, “fortunately we’re in the right place.” I stood and straightened out my dress, allowing Gavin to zip me up. We both turned and surveyed our surroundings.
“Uh, yeah…” I cleared my throat, eyeing the restaurant table
Gavin had just thrown me on, “about that…”
Our poor, poor customers.
“Not like it’s the first time,” Gavin grinned, adjusting his shirt collar.
“True. But we’re probably going straight to hell for it.”
“Hey,” he bent down to pick up all the items we’d tossed from the table, “I built this place and designed it with my own two hands. It’s our place of business, but we practically live here, too. If I want to take my wife on my restaurant table, I’ll take my wife on my restaurant table.”
“Fine, fine.” I smiled and raised my hands in surrender, shaking my head. I had to admit, Gavin was right. Audrey’s Restaurant was our second home. When we weren’t tucked away in our cottage-style abode down the road, we were here. Something also told me that Audrey would be quite proud of the way Gavin and I utilized the kitchen named after her.
Our loyal patrons who came in every evening for a warm, home-cooked meal would probably feel different about the matter.
“Speaking of business, I was thinking of maybe opening the place up for lunch hours again. What do you think?”
“Who will watch Ava? We don’t need the extra money, Gav. We have everything we need.”
“I know, love, but it can’t hurt to put away some extra.
Maybe we’ll want to make some upgrades to the house some day. How will we do
that without some extra in savings?”
I couldn’t help but smile at his words. Our savings accounts and currency were nothing like what we had back on Earth, but as Amaranthians, we’d found a system that worked for our realm. We’d all voted on a new structure for the villages when Gérard’s reign fell, and maintaining some common traditions—some normalcy—from our lives on Earth was a part of that structure.
It was important to us. Still, it wasn’t like we were saving for yearly vacations or college tuition for our children. Our financial goals were much more limited.
“What’s so funny?” Gavin asked, enjoying my amusement.
“Nothing, it’s just…this is so surreal. Even now, after all these years. Doesn’t it ever feel that way to you?”
“Ah,” he nodded in understanding, moving to sweep his arms around me and kiss my forehead. “Of course it does. I guess it’s just been easier for me to adapt. I left my humanity long before you did, remember?”
Pulling back to smile down at me, he pinned me with soft, mocha eyes. “You
still miss Earth.”
“You don’t?” I gasped. I was genuinely surprised by this.
“What about your grandfather’s home? What about our friends—”
“Of course I miss all of those things.” He tilted my chin up, his expression completely earnest now. “And you know how I feel about our friends. I just don’t let my mind linger on what life was like anymore. This is life now.”
“Don’t you ever wish…there were more?” I whispered, feeling ashamed. In truth, our Amaranthian life had been more than I could have ever asked for. I had a beautiful family, a safe, comfortable home, and everything I needed right here in our village. No more Gérard, no more zombie witches or evil guards threatening everyone I loved.
Then there was my life on Earth before all of this. Before I’d ever met Gavin or entered into the world of the frozen souls and the witches.
My life was once littered with toxic relationships, fear, and an unspeakable weight I’d carried around from the burden of my troubled relationship with my mother. Things on Earth didn’t make a whole lot of sense to begin with, so I guess living here, in some strange, distant realm, really was paradise compared to all of that drama.
But some things would always be missing.
“Hey,” Gavin called me softly, as if reading my mind, “I know how hard it is for you. I know how much you miss them.”
I nodded, feeling my face tighten with emotion at the thought of the friends and family we’d lost—the relationships we had to sacrifice in order to destroy Gérard and give them a chance at a happy, free life on Earth. Not a day went by when I didn’t think of them and wonder where they might be, what they were up to, or how they were enjoying their human
“There’s nothing wrong with wishing for more. You don’t think I wonder sometimes? What it would be like to have more here to pursue? I know we’re limited when it comes to life goals. There’s no traveling to Europe, no enrolling Ava in a university, no possibility of taking an RV out on an open road. And I know no one will ever replace the people we lost. But things are changing, Cam.” His thumb drifted across my cheekbone, then down over my bottom lip. “Who knows what Amaranth will be like a year from now, let alone five or
ten. Things are only going to get better from here, love. You’ll see.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so.”

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Rachael Wade writes edgy New Adult and Adult romance and science fiction. She is the author of the Amazon bestselling PRESERVATION SERIES, THE REPLACEMENT, and LOVE AND RELATIVITY, as well as the paranormal romance series THE RESISTANCE TRILOGY. When she’s not writing, she’s busy going to concerts, watching too many movies, and learning how to protect animals and the environment. She’s an avid Brandi Carlile fan and loves all things Tim Burton. Visit her at; and, and come chat with her on Twitter @RachaelWade.
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★ Review ☆ Hot Ride by Opal Carew #RidingDesire


Hot Ride. 65pg ebook


Hayley, the quiet accountant is back in her hometown for a wedding.

Heading to the bar with her best friend Tina, and a few others to catch up, she is greeted by a perfect sight, The bad boy biker.

Her friends tease that she would never have the courage to walk up and speak with him, let alone have a wild one night. But when fate helps Hayley along and knocks her right into his path, she finds the courage she needs to throw caution to the wind.  

Rip, aka bad ass biker, drawn to Hayley, he notices her out of everyone in the bar, but plays it cool, not wanting to be the “nameless bad-boy biker trophy” yet again, he looks everywhere but at her, until she lands almost right at his feet. After a hot moment in an alley way, Rip proves to be a gentleman to the drunk Hayley, taking her home and walking away, not wanting to be her regret in the morning. 

The following day, they both attend the same wedding, where Rip point blankly avoids her, until she seeks him out only to be hurt when his dancing date arrives.  Rip want her, and after hearing some harsh words from Hayley’s friend to her, he takes charge. Leading the “boring accountant” on the hottest ride of her life. 

If you are after a quick and extremely hot read, this is perfect for you!

I feel a little bad giving it only 3.5 heels, because seriously, Opal can do some incredible sex scenes and a hell of a little orgy get together and let’s not forget knee-weakening initiation, but for me, there needs to be something more than just great sex, I need a story line, the story needs somewhere to go. 

If this story is the start of something, I will be on the look out, because it has the real makings to be a Great book. 

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