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Saturday, November 7, 2015

CURRENTLY READING! The V Girl by Mya Robarts


In post-apocalyptic North America, rape and sexual slavery are legal. Lila Velez, desperately wants to lose her virginity before the troops visit her town and can take it away by force. She makes plans to seduce her only friend, Rey, the most attractive man in her town. Lila does not love him but he is the only man who has shown her true affection, an affection she is willing to take as a substitute of love.

Lila’s coping mechanism to her mother’s rape and kidnapping is her secret. A secret that will bring her closer to Aleksey, a foreign, broody man. Lila does not trust him because his links to the troops and his rough, yet irresistible appearance. Aleksey offers Lila an alternative to her plans, a possibility that terrifies her…and tempts her in spite of herself.

All the while Lila will have to find a way to live in the constant company of death, slavery, starvation, sexual abuse and the danger of losing the people she loves the most.

Due to mature content, this book is intended for +18 readers.



In the barely lit room, there are only some gym mattresses and a couple of mirrors. I’ve set the mirrors so I can watch myself losing the V of my nickname.
My “one-hour stand” climbs onto the mattresses and touches my naked, trembling body. His breathing becomes ragged; his eyes are dark.
I never imagined my first time would be like this. In my imagination, when I had my first time, I would be in love.
I always thought I would only allow myself to be with someone in that way if I really, really, loved that person. He would also be unconditionally in love with me. He would be someone who would look at me as though I was his sun.
I wanted to lose my virginity to someone who adores me. Preferably someone who would had said the five magic words: “Lila, will you marry me?” I wanted to have sex for the first time with someone I’d consider worthy enough to spend the rest of my life with. If I only had more time. Eighteen is too young in my book to have met the person to whom I want to commit my life.
I wish this occasion could have been a romantic spur of the moment situation. One thing leading to other in a natural manner and then … I wouldn’t be a V-girl anymore.
That would have been an ideal situation. But I don’t live in an ideal world; I live in a world defined by a civil war.
My deflowering can’t be romantic or spontaneous. I’ve been preparing my first sexual encounter since I heard the troops were on their way to Starville.
I don’t love my sexual partner. He doesn’t love me, either. But it has to be him, or it’s going to be a random guy from the troops … through force.
My “lover” hesitates for a moment. I feel his weight pressing me into the mattress. His body tenses. I wait for him to make the next move, but I’m afraid he has changed his mind.

I am a bookaholic and regret nothing.

I spent years trying to become a contemporary dance choreographer. Eventually I realized that I enjoyed writing my stories rather than creating dances for them.

I am obsessed with books that present damaged characters, swoon worthy guys, controversial topics and happy endings.

Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

Reality, it turns out, is often not what you perceive it to be—sometimes, there really is someone out to get you. Made You Up tells the story of Alex, a high school senior unable to tell the difference between real life and delusion. This is a compelling and provoking literary debut that will appeal to fans of Wes Anderson, Silver Linings Playbook, and Liar.

Alex fights a daily battle to figure out the difference between reality and delusion. Armed with a take-no-prisoners attitude, her camera, a Magic 8-Ball, and her only ally (her little sister), Alex wages a war against her schizophrenia, determined to stay sane long enough to get into college. She’s pretty optimistic about her chances until classes begin, and she runs into Miles. Didn't she imagine him? Before she knows it, Alex is making friends, going to parties, falling in love, and experiencing all the usual rites of passage for teenagers. But Alex is used to being crazy. She’s not prepared for normal.

Funny, provoking, and ultimately moving, this debut novel featuring the quintessential unreliable narrator will have readers turning the pages and trying to figure out what is real and what is made up.

Francesca Zappia lives in Indiana, majors in Computer Science at the University of Indianapolis, and still isn't sure exactly how that happened. She spends most of her time writing, reading, drawing, watching anime, and playing way too much Pokémon. Some of her stories have nice neat endings, and others don't have very neat endings at all.

Outlaw Kind of Love (Prairie Devils MC #1) by Nicole Snow


Rachel Hargrove's sheltered life comes to a screeching halt when an unthinkable family betrayal turns her over to a savage motorcycle gang. Just when it seems her nightmare fate is sealed, a beautiful savior appears, the Vice President of the rival Prairie Devils MC. With her new protectors, Rachel faces a whole new life she never could've imagined...

Jack "Throttle" Shields never wanted an old lady. One look at the beautiful angel cowering in his enemy's clutches changes all that. Starting a war with the Raging Skulls MC to haul Rachel onto his bike and into his bed is just the beginning.

When Jack stakes a claim, he goes all in. War with the Skulls and a sinister Mayor is just the price of making Rachel his, and only his. But love invites blood and tragedy in an outlaw's life.

Just when it's looking up for his MC and his new woman, a savage attack blows the lid off everything. Revenge possessed Jack makes Rachel take a hard look at how far she's willing to go to surrender her heart.

Will she weather an outlaw's storm, or will the nightmare return - this time for good?

Note: this is a dark and gritty MC romance with language, violence, and love scenes as hard and raw as they come. Forbidden love is never easy!

Word count: 50,000+ word (226 print pages) motorcycle club romance novel.


“Romance, huh? Didn’t realize you were such a bookworm.”

“Just something to keep the mind busy. I like to read, but it isn’t my favorite thing in the world.”

Jack was only inches away from me. I stared up into his big dark eyes. They completely sucked me in until I was lost in them. He left me awestruck, strangely curious about all the mysteries wrapped around this beautiful man.

“I had a feeling you’d say that, baby girl.” He pushed his forehead against mine, stamping my lips with his hot breath. “Reading’s no substitute for the real thing. Aren’t you curious what a real man is like?”

Holy sh*t, holy sh*t…

My brain just shut down. His hands went to my low back, and then sank lower. He cupped my ass and squeezed, pulling me into him.

The bulge tenting the middle of his jeans pressed close. Sweat sizzled on my brow. I temporarily forgot how to breathe.

“I’m curious, yeah. Especially if that man is you.”

I lifted my eyes slowly to his. Hunger steamed in the stars lining his pitch black pupils, tiny pinpricks as sharp and hot as lust itself.

“Don’t you wonder any longer, Rach. Let me show you…”

He moved in for a kiss. I thought I was ready, but nothing truly prepared me for the hot, wet bliss of his wandering lips.

I moaned into his mouth, louder when his hands tightened on my ass. Jack kissed me deep, winding his tongue with mine, moving his lips in a steady, hypnotic pulse on my little inexperienced lips.
Excitement boiled up, bright and hot and addictive.

Through my daze, I noticed he was pushing me toward the bed, stopping to gently tap his knees on my legs when I reached the edge. He broke his kiss, sliding his calloused hand over my face, pouring more humid breath onto my cheeks behind it.

“F*ck. I can’t wait any longer, baby girl. Let me unwrap you so we can do this thing. I’ve wanted to get you naked and tangled since the second I laid eyes you…”

More kisses. I was shaking in his arms, but he steadied me, a mountain of a man growing hotter by the nano-second.

His hands edged my shirt, lifting up. He rolled it halfway to my breasts, exposing my naked skin pocked with goosebumps.

I froze. There was something I had to tell him, before he really rendered me speechless.
“Wait. Wait, wait…there’s something you need to know.” I swallowed hard.

I didn’t want to tell him and expose my immaturity. But this rock hard man deserved to know what he was getting by taking me as a lover, even if it meant he might not want me at all.

But men like virgins, right? I hoped everything I heard was true. Like, really, really f*cking hoped, sending a silent prayer up high.

“I’ve never done this before, Jack. I’m a virgin.”

The smile on his face melted. It scared me at first, but that deeper, much hotter heat on his skin didn’t lie. It was like his body temperature had gone up a few degrees.

Would he burst into flames and take me with him? God, I wanted him to.

“No f*cking way.” He shook his head.

“Are you serious?” He ran his hand to my jawline and stopped, spreading it to hold my chin.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” I nodded, loving the raw masculine feel of his palm on my softness.

“Baby girl, you just made my day, my week, my whole f*cking year. I’m gonna teach you so much, and it’s gonna be amazing…”

Nicole Snow is a sweet, unassuming young woman. You’d never suspect the depraved fantasies raging behind her eyes. She started writing erotica and erotic romance to escape her bland hours at a desk job.

In fiction, she has no rules and no boundaries. Everything is on the table, no matter how taboo, wicked, and insatiable.

If a fantasy is hot, Nicole will write it. She aims to give erotic romance lovers exactly what they want: stories that are so diabolically delicious they shouldn’t exist…except now they do!