Witchy’s Weekend Review w/ Giveaways

How was your week? How about we take a look at what happened this week?

Are you counting down to Christmas?

Let’s start with the books that I loved and recommend.

Sybil Bartel gave us Alex Vega….holy hotness…this man will melt you clothes right off and cause serious squirming in your seat. It is not erotica but it is wonderfully HAWT and marvelously dirty! A 5 STAR journey you need to take!

“My pussy was achy and throbbing and I was consumed with dark hair and blue eyes and stupidly wondering if his number would be magically programmed into my phone. What should have been pure hatred for Alex was dangerously morphing into a fuck-my-life obsession.”

I know the game. I know the angle. I know how to make you beg.

My hands on your body, my mouth hovering over yours—I’ll tell you everything you want to hear. Ten inches of real estate never felt so good. 

But don’t take my word for it. My client list is long and my motto is short—one single thrust and you’re mine. I’m not good at what I do, I’m fantastic. But satisfaction doesn’t come cheap. So open your wallet and prepare to forget your name. I’m about to ruin you for any other man. 

One single thrust and you’re mine. 

 

Rachel Van Dyken gave us the next member of the Dark One’s line up. Alex…his siren song will draw you in and create some really great heat. A wonderful way to heat up a cold night. 

He kissed my body until I lost track of time. Until my body ached for more. And when I cried out for him. He kept kissing. He worshipped with his mouth, he pleasured with his hands, and he did it over and over again. Sex with Alex had been out of this world. Making love with Alex —was going to alter my world. Then again, that was what love did, wasn’t it?

I grew up as a prince…
And lead the life of a King.
There isn’t anyone or anything that doesn’t want me, that isn’t attracted to me. They can’t help it. And I sure as hell don’t want them to. I live for their lust, I crave touch like an addiction, I make them beg on their knees for one, simple, caress.
As a male siren it’s my job to feed off emotion.
And I was happy to do it.
I am happy to do it.
What I’m not happy about? Being told I have to mate with some withering human and stay loyal to that one person for the next few centuries. There’s a war coming and being the idiot I am–I offered to take one for the team in order to help a friend.
Now my sexual appetite is taking a freaking kick in the nuts.
And I’m left wondering if it’s worth it.
If she’s worth it, with messy hair and dirty human hands.
But I have a world to save.
A job to do.
Now, if only, she would just let me do it rather than fighting me at every turn. I’ve lived lifetimes as the most irresistible being on the planet.
Only to meet my match.
With one.
Measly.
Human.
They say hells hot. They’re wrong.
Because Hope, my little human, is way hotter.
And before this is over–she may just singe me alive.
 

You’ve had a crush…heck I think we all have at some point in out lives but Brooke well Brooke is in love with her best friend. Only Cain well Cain is just unable to see what the rest of the world already knows. This is a great bumbling look at Brooke and Cain. Full of fun! Friends and family make for some really great LOL angst!

“I have.” I sigh and roll my napkin between my fingers. “How did moving go? Sorry I couldn’t help much.” “It’s okay. It went great until Cain had to run off to deal with Miss Prissy Pants for dinner.” “I have no idea what he sees in her. She’s about as attractive as a donkey’s asshole mid-shit.” “Well, you said that, not me.” I sniff. “But, as your best friend, I am obliged to agree with you.”

My name is Brooke Barker…

And I’m a freaking disaster.

No, seriously. I’m a college drop-out working a dead-end job, my best friend Carly’s dog gets more action than I do, and I have more bad dates in my diary than there are movie remakes. 

Not to mention I’m completely and utterly in love with Cain Elliott.

The problem? He’s in a relationship. With a girl who’s so plastic she makes Barbie cry herself to sleep with jealousy. 

The second problem? He’s my best friend.

My shut-up-and-put-on-Harry-Potter, yes-this-is-your-shirt, help-I-have-no-power, crap-I’m-out-of-tampons, kinda best friend. 

And that’s all he can be, right?

Right.


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