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Thursday, April 25, 2013

Down by Contact ~ Jami Davenport Tour & Contest

DOWN BY CONTACT Blog Tour - April 25 - May 8.

What better way to kick off Jami Davenpost's Down by Contact then on NFL Draft Day :)  I'm a huge fan of Jami Davenport and sports romance so I'm very excited to be a part of this tour.  Are you a sport's romance fan? What is it about sports romance you like? s it the hot guys? Tight Uniforms? Alpa personalities? I asked Jami this question as well and this is what she had to say:

I'm a big sports fan myself, especially football. Why did you choose sports?

I’ve written since I was old enough to write words, but I never shared my stories. They were private. Many years ago, maybe fifteen or twenty, I started a story with a football player hero named Derek and his relationship with Rachel. 

About five or six years ago, several friends encouraged me to share my stories and write for publication. I joined an RWA chapter and took tons of craft workshops. The first rule I was told about romance writing was sports heroes don’t sell unless you’re Susan Elizabeth Phillips. Well, believe it or not, at the time I’d never read any of her books, so I bought them all and loved them.

But I had two problems: My original football hero romance seemed really similar to one of hers, and no one would ever believe I’d written it before reading her books. Second, sports hero romances are a hard sell to big publishers unless you’ve already established a name for yourself.

I stashed my handwritten chapters in a chest in my attic, used my heroine in another book, and wrote another book. Yet, I always knew I’d return to my football hero romance someday.

With the increasing popularity of ebooks and the number of small presses available, a whole new world has opened up for writers. In the past, if you didn’t write a book with mass-market, commercial appeal, you had little chance of getting it published. Small publishers are filling the niche markets -- areas larger publishers won’t touch because they believed the mass-market appeal wasn’t there.

I’d published six books under a pen name, but that football hero romance kept haunting me, and I decided to start from scratch and write it, even though the characters stayed essentially the same. And, I thought there appeared to be niche for sports hero romances. I should know, I swear I’ve read them all. Besides, what’s sexier than a sweaty, muscular man in those tight football pants?

I had one obstacle, I’d used the heroine’s character and personality in another book. She needed redefining.

Originally, Rachel, my heroine, was an interior designer. Then I made her an aspiring veterinarian trying to get into vet school. That version of the book just didn’t work. As I toyed with Rachel’s need for a career change, I reflected back on the football romances I’d read lately. Most of the heroines weren’t football fans, rarely went to a game, and in several, the hero quit the game for the heroine. 

I didn’t want my book to be that kind of book. I love football, and I don’t believe I’m alone. It’s my understanding 45 percent of all NFL fans are women. So I took a gamble on their being a niche for a book with heroine who actually lived and breathed football as much as the hero. 

In the final version of the book, Rachel attempts to break into the male-dominated ranks of football scouts, a far cry from her “original” profession, as an interior designer. In fact, my editor stated this book was a football story with a romance, rather than a romance story with some football. 

Within a week of submitting this version of Fourth and Goal, I had an offer to publish it. Since then, I’ve published two more Seattle Lumberjacks books and signed contracts for an additional two books. My latest release is Down by Contact.


It's showtime.

After twelve years in the league, all Zach Murphy wants is a Super Bowl ring. He’s been about hard hits not smooth manners, about breaking quarterbacks not making small talk at cocktail parties. But now he’s shattered something else. After dumping a tray of drinks on the team owner’s snooty daughter and accidentally feeling up the Governor’s wife, his tenure with his team looks perilously short. And things are getting worse.

Life is looking up for Kelsie Carrington-Richmond. A onetime beauty pageant star and mean girl, she only recently stopped living out of her car. But both those times have passed. Her Finishing School for Real Men has a real shot, and the Seattle Lumberjacks have hired her to polish up their roughest player. Except…it’s Zach. Long ago she broke his heart. He’s just the beast she remembers—gruff, protective—but she’s nothing like the beauty from his past.

Yet, getting knocked down happens, and getting back up makes a contender. And they both have the hearts of champions.

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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Short Rides Release Blitz

Short Rides is an anthology compilation of two novellas and one short story in the Rough Riders world. These are NOT meant to be read as standalone stories, but are a peek into favorite character’s lives after the happily ever after…

The stories included in the Short Rides anthology are:

King of Hearts* — Deputy Cam McKay deals with a murder/suicide case on Valentine’s Day.

Rough Road — Chassie, Trevor and Edgard Glanzer spend a romantic weekend away from the ranch and kids celebrating their anniversary…only to return home to face their biggest challenge yet.

All Knocked Up — Keely and Jack Donohue are having a baby. Given Keely’s raging pregnancy hormones, will Jack need to wear a cup in the delivery room?

*previously published in the Guns and Roses anthology in 2012

Rough Road ~

“Mama, what’s a faggot?”
Chassie’s entire body seized up and she nearly dropped the bowl she was washing. She turned her head and met the startled eyes of her husband Trevor, who was packaging leftovers on the counter beside her. She managed to ask, “Where’d you hear that word?” in a steady voice.
“At school. A third-grader said my dads were faggots.”
She briefly closed her eyes. Living an unconventional lifestyle in a conservative rural area guaranteed this question would come up at some point—but she hadn’t expected it this soon. Their six-year-old son Westin had just started first grade a month ago.
Chassie rinsed and dried her hands before she turned around. “How about if we wait to talk about it until Papai is done giving Max his bath? You can stay up a little later tonight.”
Westin’s big blue eyes were somber, suspicious of the bribe. But he nodded and returned to his “homework”—an activity book they’d purchased after his disappointment at not having schoolwork every night in first grade.
Trevor came over and set his hands on her shoulders. He kissed her temple and whispered, “Come on, Chass. Baby, take a deep breath. We’ll get through this. That word doesn’t have the power to destroy what we’ve built unless we let it.”
She nuzzled his jaw. “I know that. It’s just...”
“Mama!” A little person slammed into the backs of her legs. She glanced down. A naked little person.
Two-year-old Max grinned at her, his brown eyes triumphant, his dark hair sopping wet.
Edgard sauntered into the kitchen, a bath towel draped over his forearm. “That boy is as slippery as an eel.” He wrapped the towel around Max like a straightjacket and hoisted him up amidst Max’s happy shrieks and giggles. “Kiss Mama and Daddy goodnight, little streaker. Then if we can wrassle your jammies on fast, we’ll have time for one book.”
“Two books!”
Chassie smooched both of Max’s chubby cheeks and smoothed her hand over his wet hair. “’Night, Max. Love you.”
Trevor kissed Max’s forehead. “Love you son, ’night.”
Edgard’s gaze winged between Chassie and Trevor. He mouthed, “Problem?”
“I’ll fill you in upstairs. I need to check on Sophia anyway,” Trevor said. He looked at Chassie. “I’ll tuck her in if she hasn’t already crashed.”
Four-year-old Sophia ran at such high speed all day that many nights she conked out while watching TV or playing in her room.
The guys disappeared upstairs.
Chassie finished cleaning the kitchen and headed to the basement to throw a load of clothes in the washer. Her mind had locked on Westin’s question. She knew one thing about her thoughtful son—the taunt hadn’t been tossed at him just today. Westin tried to figure things out on his own, so she worried he’d been dealing with defining the nasty word for longer than a day.
She leaned against the wall, fighting tears, fighting memories of the cruelty directed at her growing up. The jeers—lazy Indian, ugly squaw—still lingered years later. Back then she’d been so shy she hadn’t fought back. Her brother Dag might’ve gone after her tormentors, but he’d been fighting his own demons. No doubt he’d had the word faggot hurled at him.
What really caused that long ago hurt to deepen was the knowledge that if their father had known Dag’s sexual orientation, he would’ve flung that word at his son without hesitation.
When Chassie, Edgard and Trevor decided to add kids to their family, they all three worked every day to make sure their children knew they were loved. To make sure their children knew their parents loved each other. And to show them that love is what built and what sustained their lives. Especially when it was love that a lot of people didn’t understand.
Chassie held on to that thought as she scaled the stairs.
Trevor plugged in the nightlight and left the door open a crack before he headed down the hallway to the master bedroom.
He removed his long-sleeved shirt and T-shirt, tossing them in the hamper along with his dirty jeans. After washing his face and arms, he slipped on a pair of black sweatpants and a gray tank top. He’d need to channel his frustration after they talked to Westin, because guaranteed he’d wanna punch the shit out of something.
Faggots. Who taunted a kid—a kind, innocent little boy—with that term?
You would have.
Goddamn. Trevor didn’t want to think along those lines, to remember the judgmental asshole he’d been at one time. He’d been raised that way—as had Chassie and Edgard—which was why they were raising their kids differently.
He perched on the edge of their gigantic custom-made bed, forearms resting on his thighs, his face aimed at the carpet. Westin and Sophia were aware their family was different from the norm. But due to divorces and remarriages, didn’t most kids these days deal with multiple parents? How was it anyone’s business how they lived in their own home? Or how they loved each other? He’d bet the ranch very few traditional family units were as attuned to each other as theirs. They had to work harder at communication because of having a third partner. And he wouldn’t have it any other way—regardless of the societal repercussions.
Footsteps fell across the carpet. A pause. “Did you mean to leave the light on in Sophia’s room?” Edgard asked.
“No. Guess my mind was elsewhere.” Trevor glanced up. “Was she still awake?”
“Nah. She just yanked the covers over her head. I shut the light off.” 
“Thanks. And Max?”
“Out. He didn’t last through one book, let alone two.” Edgard gave Trevor a once-over. “We working out tonight?”
“I’ll need to hit the heavy bag after...”
“After what?”
He sighed.
“Trev, what’s goin’ on?”
So Trevor told him.
Edgard didn’t say anything. Then he crouched in front of Trevor to get his attention. “That’s not all of what’s bugging you.”
The man knew him so well. Trevor reached out and ran the back of his knuckles along Edgard’s jaw. He hadn’t shaved for a day and Trevor had the sudden need to feel beard burn on the inside of his thighs. On his chest. Scraping on his cheeks and neck as he kissed Edgard senseless.
“Dangerous to keep lookin’ at me like that, meu amor. Burning me alive with those fiery eyes of yours won’t make me forget the issue at hand, as much as I’d like to.”
“I know.” Trevor dropped his hand. “I fuckin’ hate that I used to be that type of kid Westin is dealin’ with. Anything I didn’t understand, I belittled. I laughed when I made kids cry. Laughed. Jesus. How many people I bullied growing up would say I’m getting what I deserve? Seeing my son cry.” He exhaled. “I’m to the point I can handle what anyone calls us. But it breaks my damn heart that Westin is hearing that shit.”
“Hey. You’re not the same man you were. Thank God for that.” Edgard stood and held his hand out to Trevor. “Worrying about karma coming back to bite you in the ass won’t help us now.”
As soon as he was upright, Trevor tugged Edgard against his body and buried his face in Edgard’s neck. “I’m grateful every damn day that we have this life.”
“Me too. We knew goin’ into it, it wouldn’t be easy.”
“Some days I can’t believe we’ve all been together eight years. And other days, I feel like my life started when I met Chassie and you came back.” Trevor lifted his head. “Do you think we oughta cancel—”
Edgard covered his mouth with a brief kiss. “No. The three of us need the time together. Chassie will be relieved that we’d planned to keep Westin out of school tomorrow anyway.”
“So we’re all set?”
Trevor grinned. “Chass is really gonna be surprised.”
“I was surprised. It was a sweet, romantic thing to plan, Trev.”
“What can I say? You and Chassie bring out the best in me.” Trevor kissed him, more than a soft peck but less than the tongue tangling soul kiss he preferred. “Let’s go talk to our son.”

King Of Hearts~

A murder/suicide.
In Sundance, Wyoming.
It was one of the worst scenes Deputy Cam McKay had dealt with. And he’d seen a lot of horrific things over the years. He’d served several rotations in Iraq and witnessed the aftermath of suicide bombers. He’d seen animals used as vessels to hold bombs. He’d been in a caravan that’d hit a string of IEDs, resulting in death and dismemberment of his fellow soldiers. He hadn’t come away from war unscathed—he’d lost most of his left leg, part of his hand, and bore scars, both visible and invisible.
During his time as deputy in Crook County, he’d dealt with deadly car accidents, including a fatality involving his cousin, Luke McKay. He’d broken up domestic disputes where one or both of the parties were drunk, armed, angry, and bleeding. He’d stumbled across a wild horse slaughter.
But this? It was beyond sickening.
The hysterical 911 call from the neighbor who’d discovered the bodies hadn’t prepared him at all for what he’d found at the crime scene.
His stomach roiled as his brain flashed back to the carnage and he fought the urge to throw up.
But Cam hadn’t been alone in his reaction. Sheriff Shortbull had stumbled outside and heaved over the juniper hedge after his glimpse at the dead couple.
A murder/suicide.
In Sundance, Wyoming.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Maybe it seemed worse because Cam knew the couple. He’d graduated from high school with Jeff Wingate. Cam couldn’t fathom how the mild-mannered insurance salesman could carry out such brutality, especially to his wife. And Angela hadn’t fought back. She’d literally lay down and died.
What a fucking waste.
What a fucking mess.
There’d been no indication of domestic issues. No 911 phone calls in the last year. No history of violence. He’d seen them eating in Dewey’s Delish Dish two weeks ago. They’d acted… happy.
Because the crime scene was beyond their small county’s investigative expertise, they’d had to call in the DCI from Cheyenne. Which meant waiting for the crew to arrive. But neither Cam nor Sheriff Shortbull could stomach waiting inside the house where the bloodbath had occurred.
So they stood outside in the frigid February weather, taking turns warming up in their patrol cars. He and the sheriff were too disturbed to slide into their usual defense mechanism, cracking jokes—which was how most law enforcement officers handled unpleasant aspects of the job—trying to find any bit of humor to escape the horror of the gruesome scene.

 All Knocked Up ~

Keely—seven months pregnant...
Keely West McKay Donohue had this pregnancy thing down pat.
Well, except for the occasional glitches when her heightened emotional state hit overload and she had a teeny, tiny, barely noticeable…episode or two. 
Most of those incidents hadn’t really been her fault.
Like when the grocery store had run out of her brand of laundry soap again and she’d attempted to express her displeasure to the manager. But he’d refused to listen to reason, calling her consumer’s request a crazy woman’s rant, puh-lease—she hadn’t even hit rant stage.  Then the weasel had barricaded himself in his office, had her escorted from the premises by a pimply fifteen-year-old and banned her from the store for life. Luckily, the other grocery store in town had been much more accommodating. They’d even assigned her a shopping assistant to personally escort her through the store every time she showed up.
And Jack could’ve prevented the incident last month if he’d just taken her out for finger steaks like she’d asked him to. His refusal to understand the depth of her craving had forced her to cook the yummy bits of breaded and fried steak herself. So, it wasn’t completely her fault that she’d accidentally started a small grease fire in the kitchen and she’d had to call the fire department. The fire department in turn had called the local ambulance crew, and they had contacted her brother Cam—a Crook County Deputy—who had called her entire family. Except no one had remembered to call her husband. So when Jack had come home after work to see the driveway filled with emergency vehicles and McKays, he’d lost his mind.  
She’d had to spray him down with the hose to cool him off. Then she’d really caught hell for ruining his bajillion-dollar, triple-worsted wool suit crafted out of special sheep butt hairs or some such. And people claimed she was on edge during this pregnancy? 
Besides, Jack had it easy. His job as her baby daddy entailed three things: 
Sucking it up and listening to her every pregnancy complaint like she was reciting secret stock tips. 
Keeping her fed and never ever ever mentioning the amount of food she consumed on a daily basis.
Fulfilling her sexual needs whenever and wherever she wanted; or keeping his dick far away from her on those bad pregnancy days she suspected she’d chop it off if he showed it to her. Happily those days were mostly behind them now.  
Not such a hard list.  So why was he dragging his loafers on getting on with checking off task number three today?
Keely had even given him a choice on where he could perform his husbandly duties. While she waited for him to choose, she studied her hot hunk of manflesh. The man defined sexy—who could blame her for wanting to jump his bones all the damn time? His dark hair was disheveled from constantly running his fingers through it. His silk paisley tie remained neatly knotted and he hadn’t taken off his suit jacket, which in her mind meant he hadn’t really started to work yet. So this was the perfect time for a break. Besides, Jack never really meant no.
“Come on, Jack.”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” she said, adding a purring rowr.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Jack said, without looking away from his computer screen. “And stop staring at my crotch to see if I’m getting hard,” he warned her.
“Just tell me if your boxers are getting tight?”
“Why not?”
“Because A, I’m thinking about work not sex, and if you want to see me before midnight, which isn’t likely, you’ll find a way to entertain yourself and let me finish this. B, if I do take your offer to bend you over the conference table and fuck you until you scream, guaranteed one of your ten billion family members will decide to pop in and interrupt us. Again.”
Keely crossed her arms over her chest trying not to feel self-conscious. She could almost rest them on her protruding belly. “That was not my fault. I cannot control my family, Jack.”
“I know that only too well,” he muttered. “Besides, don’t you have a client scheduled?”
“She had to cancel.” That’s when she knew she should’ve lied. He’d see her offer as a way to kill time. When in actuality, she saw it as a chance to revisit their spontaneous pre-pregnancy trysts for the first time in what seemed like weeks.
Jack stopped typing and looked at her sharply. “Just because you’re bored doesn’t mean I am.”
Bored? Fuck that and fuck you too, buddy. Or better yet, I wouldn’t fuck you right now if you begged me. In fact…Then just like that surly girl disappeared and weepy woman took her place. 
Awesome. She hadn’t run this hot and cold even as a teenager. She hated that a curt word or a scowl from him set her off into a fit of rage or a river of tears. Yet she was sick of him and everyone else muttering about her out-of-whack hormones.
So she opted to take the high road for a change. “Sorry to interrupt you.” Keely pushed off the doorframe and pulled the door shut behind her. Not slamming it. Point for her.


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Monday, April 22, 2013

Looking for a book that will "Shock" you? Robin L. Rotham will shock the hell outta you!

A brilliant woman, a couple of mad scientists, and an erotic experiment with shocking results…

Title: FrankenDom
Genre: Contemporary, Kink/BDSM, Menage
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Publication Date: 04-23-2013 

Length: Novel


Vascular surgeon Dr. Rachel McBride knows she’d be insane to pass up the chance to work on Julian Kilmartin’s cutting-edge research project. The reclusive neurologist has been the object of her submissive daydreams since residency, and time and distance have only strengthened the dark compulsion.

To complicate matters, a former lover who was all too aware of her attraction to Julian is also on the team. Charmingly obnoxious Dr. Colin Carter was Julian’s protégé back in the day, and nothing appears to have changed…or has it? There’s an earnestness to Colin now, an urgency she’s never before seen in him. 

When she accepts the offer and travels to Eastern Europe, Rachel discovers that research is only part of her job description—and her total submission is only the beginning of the sexual excesses Julian and Colin will demand from her.  

This book has been previously published.

Product Warnings:

You should assume any Robin L. Rotham book contains BDSM elements, anal play, and every possible ménage à trois permutation. Additionally, FrankenDom contains mad scientists, real dungeons, whips, chains, spanking, a variety of taboo fantasies, mild puppy play, electrical devices in uncomfortable places, humor, and an intimidating ratio of sadists to masochists.


I just don’t know where to start with this book! It is so great I’m at a loss for words, and this makes it so hard to tell y’all about the book. I’m a huge fan of Robin L. Rotham’s writing style. She enjoys keeping us the readers on the edge of our seats and on our toes, and boy does she ever with this one!

Dr. Rachel McBride is a vascular surgeon just starting her career. She is about to start a very sought after fellowship when her ex-lover Dr. Colin Carter gives her an offer she never saw coming. She is offered the chance to work with Dr. Julian Kilmartin who was her ultimate dream man that she thought she never would get a chance to work with, and she certainly didn’t think she would get her hands on his body. Her relationship with Colin blew up in one night over his jealousy over her intense attraction to Julian. In one night they both were out of her life and now Colin waltzes in with an amazing offer to work with Julian on an extremely experimental project. A project that takes her on the other side of the world, and may just put more than her heart at risk.

Rule number one when signing a contract is to read the darn thing!! Had Rachel followed that simple rule she may have kept herself from a whole mess of trouble, but then again I think she loved her punishment. (Lord knows had it been me I would have been in the same boat!! You can bet your bottom dollar I’ll read what I sign from now on.. hehehe.. well... maybe *wink*) Not only is she there to assist Julian in his experiments, but also as he submissive/slave. She gets the shock of her life when she finds out the true dynamic between Julian and Colin, and her role in it all along.

I don’t want to give away to many more details than what I already have, because it will spoil the greatness that is this book! I do have to give a bit of a warning. This book is not for the faint of heart! It delves into the edgier sides of BDSM including puppy play and a true sadist! But if you give this book a whirl you will not be disappointed that you did!! I will say the story sucked me in from page one and held on to me until the end. The lack of sleep was soooo worth it!! Hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did!!

~ Casey Lu

Friday, April 19, 2013

Falling for Tucker's Fall by Eliza Gayle

Tucker's Fall   (Purgatory Masters, #1)

Tucker's Fall (Purgatory Masters #1) 


Scandalized professor Maggie Cisco returns to her hometown to lick her wounds and reconsider her future. Her years of personal and professional research into the BDSM lifestyle has landed her in jail, in divorce court and now in the headlines of more newspapers than she cares to count. The worst of all? The entire debacle is being blamed on a bestselling book she hasn’t even read!

Just when she thinks her only solution is a tell all memoir, a snowstorm puts her in the path of stunningly handsome, insanely rich and equally intense, Tucker Lewis.

Tucker remembers Maggie well. They once shared a mind-numbing kiss at the annual St. Mary’s carnival when her boyfriend wasn’t looking. No stranger to scandal, he looks past public opinion to the submissive craving a master’s touch and decides then and there what he wants. He’s going after Maggie and her heart’s kinkiest desires.

Unfortunately, no amount of money can change the sins of the past and when they’re certain they know everything there is to know about each other, one discovers a secret they aren’t prepared for.

* There are other "pre-Purgatory" books


Tucker Lewis is tired of hiding from life because of his past. He longs for a submissive of his own, and when he hears that Maggie Cisco is back in town he knows she is just the woman he wants in that position. He just has to get the hardheaded Maggie to stop thinking and open up to the submissive longings she has always had. But will he go too far to fast with her, and scare her off?
Maggie has come home to lick the wounds of a horrible divorce and scandal. She has spent her adult life doing research into the darker pleasures of sex, and the one time she got up the nerve to visit a local club she ended up spending some time behind bars because she was captured in a Federal raid on the club. She has always had an attraction to the sinfully delicious Tucker, but when he offers her the things she craves will it scare the holy hell out of her, will she be able to let herself surrender?
One of my favorite quotes from Tucker is: It’s not uncommon for many submisssives to find themselves in jobs where rules and protocols dictate much of their lives." I identified with that remark so well. It is kind of crazy that those of us with submissive tendencies gravitate towards jobs and situations that are more structured, and Maggie is a classic example of this as a college professor. I absolutely loved Maggie’s journey of discovering her desires and love for Tucker. These two don’t have an easy path to HEA. Tucker’s past puts a shadow over their relationship, and causes some major issues. I can’t wait to read more in this series! I absolutely love the setup of the Club Purgatory and the connected restaurant.  I highly recommend this book fer y’all. ;)

Casey Lu ~

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Hold on tight the Ride has begun with Jayne Rylon

Product Warnings

Fasten your seatbelts, this is going to be a wild (and naughty) ride! 

Nothing’s sexier than seven men with hot rods.

Hot Rods, Book 1

After Eli’s mother died, his father honored her life’s mission as a social worker by taking in several kids from the wrong side of the tracks. Not all of them stuck, but those who did became Eli’s quasi family.

Their bonds, forged in fires set by their personal demons, are unbreakable—or so Eli wants to believe. Especially since he and Alanso, his best friend and head mechanic, witnessed the overpowering allure of polyamory while visiting the Powertools crew.

Much as Eli would like to deepen the relationships among his foster brothers and sister in the Hot Rods Restoration Team, he’s hesitant to risk everything on a quick romp behind a stack of tires.

But when Eli catches Alanso exploring their mutual fantasy at a known hookup spot in a public park, all bets are off. And Eli must decide if it’s time to jump in full throttle—and trust his instincts to guide him through the night. If the pair can dodge the potholes in their own relationship, maybe they can race together toward the unconventional arrangement with Mustang Sally they both desire. 

Jayne Rylon is one of those authors that you just can't get enough of! The minute you finish one book you want,  no you crave MORE.

When we heard this book was coming out we all wanted to read it and so today you are getting two reviews for the price o one with more to come cause this is Jayne Rylon we are talking about two is just never enough :) 


There are two things you know you are getting when you open up a Jayne Rylon book smoking hotness and greatness. King Cobra is the first book in her new Hot Rods series, and it truly lives up to those two things in every level. This is a spinoff of the undeniably great Powertools series.  I can tell you right now I want these two guys for my own!!!!

Ever since experiencing how the Crew share the love between them Eli has been wrestling with his feelings for his best friend and the rest of his Hot Rods crew. He doesn’t want to sacrifice their amazing friendship for his dark desires, but his resistance may cause him to lose the one he wants the most any way.

Alanso is tired of waiting on Eli to stop hiding from what he really wants, and is really tired of hiding the fact that he is a bisexual. He is going to experience the things he wants with or without Eli. His adventure at a local hookup spot in a public park isn’t as private as he thought. Eli fights every bit of his jealousy, but allows Al to get that experience even though a part of him wants to rip them apart for touching what is his. Can he convince Eli that he truly wants the same things and a future with him and the Hot Rods?

LAWD these two had me wiping steam off my iPad!! When Eli finally gets his head out of his butt, and goes after what he wants they set the sheets on fire!! There is a great dynamic between all of the Hot Rods that I can’t wait to see how they unfold to making them a stronger unit that plays dirty together. As is typical of Jayne (who I think is a closet sadist) there is a bit of emotional elements that had me tearing up a bit. If you love the Powertools series like I do, then you need to snatch this book up. Because in my opinion it is true fabulousness!!! ;)

Casey Lu~


Wow! What can I say about Jayne Rylon's first book in her new Hot Rod series? Well, the answer is King Cobra was FANTASTIC!!! The story was filled with angst, passion and drama and the ride is not even close to being over yet; this is just the beginning. 

Eli aka Cobra wants his best friend and top mechanic, Alanso and is afraid to act on his desires because he wants all the other members of his Hot Rod team at the mechanic shop he owns as well. Problem is he does not want to jeopardize their relationship if things don't work out because they are family to him. They have a strong bond due to the pain each of them have endured in the past and does want to lose any of them. Eli is the alpha leader of the Hot Rods and he deems it as his job to protect them and their family since the day his dad brought them into the London's household. Eli is sexy, macho yet displays great vulnerability and tenderness when it comes to Alanso though he really needs to listen more when he has to and stick to his "guns" when he doesn't believe in something. 

Alanso has been Eli's best friend since the beginning but now wants to be with Eli as more than a friend; he wants them to be lovers. However, Eli is running scared which pushes Alanso away and into the arms of three strangers to explore his newfound sexual needs. Don't get me wrong, I want Eli and Alanso together but I really enjoyed this little detour. The sex scenes between Alanso and these three guys in a public park was HOT even without any penetration and I found myself wanting more of it, especially with Links. There was something about Links that just drew me to him; maybe it was his dominating voice LOL. I really liked Alanso who was not afraid to admit what he wanted and acted on it. He was like a kid discovering things for the first time.

I loved when Eli and Alanso FINALLY had sex. It was more than just sex, it was the two of them expressing their love for each other in the most basic way. Even then, they both showed their protectiveness of one another. My heart just melted each time *SIGH* They do need to have better communication with the Hot Rods especially with a certain someone they both love and want to be with. I could have done without that one "discovery/exploration" scene but I suppose it was needed for the drama effect and repercussion to prepare us for the next book.

Jayne did a wonderful job incorporating Cuban phrases and endearments throughout the story. It just added a little something "extra" and I swooned when they came. I loved that the Powertool Crew made appearances in this story and helped Eli and Alanso. I also adored and admired Tom, Eli's dad, so much. He's the kind of dad I'm sure all kids would love to have. Nothing shocked him as Eli had the "dreaded" talk about where his heart and desires lay and Tom only offered his understanding and encouragement with bits of humor as well. This book has everything I love in a great romance: likeable main and secondary characters, friendships, love, passion and angst. King Cobra has revved me up for the next story in this series and I cannot wait. If you loved the Powertool series then you are surely in for a treat with the Hot Rods series.