This is a blog about romance.....Paranormal, New Adult, Erotica, Women's Fiction, Young Adult, etc. As a true bibliophile, if it is written then I will read it (Romance or not). As I am also very opinionated (what Taurean isn't), I'll also let you know - fairly and kindly - what I think of it! Blog Tours, author interviews, cover reveals - and of course reviews - this page will have it all. However, it is open to only 18 and above due to subject matter.
A male Romance Author… a
convention in Vegas… a female book blogger… a goal to lose her virginity… what
happens when you mix all the above?
Fallon McKinley is headed to
Vegas for the Wicked Wenches Romance Con and losing her virginity is only one
of her goals. The other is to meet her favorite author of romance novels, R.T.
Sinclair. What she doesn’t realize is that the sexy green-eyed god she rams
into at the airport is the real R.T. When they keep running into each other,
she’s shocked, but excited, because the attraction is irresistible.
Ryland Thomas Sinclair
doesn’t want anyone to know his true identity. He’s the author that all women
love, but everyone thinks he’s a female. He hides his persona behind the public
face of his twin sister, keeping his own a secret. But after meeting the lovely
Fallon, his intentions to avoid a relationship come to a screeching halt. She’s
put an unwanted kink into his perfectly laid out plans. His unusual reaction
surprises him because after a heart-shredding breakup a few years ago, he’s
managed to avoid women at all costs.
Resisting Fallon becomes more
difficult than he imagines. Soon things are spiraling out of
control, until a major miscommunication has Fallon walking out of his home and
his life. Will Ryland Thomas succeed in losing the woman he loves? Or can he
win her back?
When he spins me
around, those green eyes of his consume me and I want to tear his clothes off
right then and there. I can feel the strength of his arms as he pulls me close.
His touch sends fire scorching across my back that dives straight between my
legs. My panties become damp. Shit, that’s never happened to me before. I can’t
stop staring at his mouth, those full lips that I’m dying to suck, because I
know any second now, he’s gonna let me go and walk away. This time turns out
tasting whiskey and peppermint as his tongue plunges into my mouth. And, hot
damn, it’s a heady combination. Not a bit of my mouth escapes untouched,
either. I never knew a kiss until Ryland. My arms don’t creep, they don’t inch,
they suddenly latch around his neck like it’s a lifeline and I’m drowning. In a
sense, I am. I’m immersed in him… in his
lips and tongue as they move, suck and kiss me as though he means it. He’s not
playing nice; he’s pulling out all stops here.
I clench him to
me and my hands are in his hair, tangled in dark blond waves of thickness. When
the music stops, I only know it because he breaks off the kiss. We’re still
wound together like twines of a rope as he whispers to me, “I think we need to move
away from here. We’ve drawn a bit of attention to ourselves.”
couldn’t care less, but I look up to see dozens of eyes on us.
He threads his
fingers through mine and then we head to the back bar where he orders us up
another round. I can’t speak, I’m still blown away. He is so fuckable that he
has me tied up in knots; my body on the verge of imploding with the sensations
I’m experiencing. My vision is distorted by his extraordinary sexiness. Every
nerve ending screams for his touch while the hollows of his cheeks beg for my
lips to kiss them. His eyes are like magic the way they tunnel straight into my
My heart thrums
and electricity shoots through me as he plays with my wrist by skimming his
fingers back and forth. I shiver. His hands could have me on my knees, begging,
in seconds if he only knew.
“Cold?” He hands
me my shot and my drink.
I shake my head
and thank him.
beautiful. Almost unbelievable.”
His words are
unexpected and I nearly choke on my shot.
It’s not a
question but a statement. I nod. My dorkiness emerges and I can’t speak due to
the burn of the tequila. What I want to do is scream, however then I’d really
look like a moron.
“You okay, love?
Your face is quite red.”
“Yes.” It comes
out as a hiss and he starts laughing.
“Tequila a bit
I nod and he
laughs again as he pats my back.
finally able to get out. I down quite a bit of my vodka drink, beginning to
feel the effects of the liquor as my buzz kicks in.
“So, where’d you
learn to kiss like that?”
catches me off guard, so I throw it back. “From you.”
Green eyes widen
and then he lets loose a good belly laugh. “Then I must be a bloody good
One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove,
realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it
would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming
of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window of her
fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily,
the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodge ball pro and had über
quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling
a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side
street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what laptop out
the window. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell
phone, called her boss and quit her job. Grinning, she made another call
to her hubs and told him of her new adventure (after making sure his heart was
beating properly again).
So began A. M. Hargrove's career as a YA/NA and Adult Romance writer.
Her books include the following: Edge of Disaster, Shattered Edge and Kissing
Fire (The Edge Series); The Guardians of Vesturon series (Survival,
Resurrection, Determinant, reEmergent and Beginnings); Dark Waltz and
Other than being in love with writing about being in love, she loves
chocolate, ice cream and coffee and is positive they should be added as part of
the USDA food groups.