Blog Tour & Review: Anti Stepbrother by Tijan

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Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.

He was also to-die-for gorgeous,

and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.

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Blurb

He told me to ‘settle, girl.’
He asked if ‘something was wrong with me?’
He said I was an ‘easy target.’
That was within minutes when I first met Caden Banks.
I labeled him an *sshole, but he was more than that. Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.

He was also to-die-for gorgeous, and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.

Okay, yes I was a little naive, a tad bit socially awkward, and the smallest amount of stalker-ish, but if Caden Banks thought he could tell me what to do, he had another thing coming.

I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell for the anti-stepbrother instead?

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Review

5star

Anti-Stepbrother was soooooooooooo good, I did not want it to end! Tijan delivered 100 fold with this book.

Summer has had a crush on Kevin, for years. Things get complicated when Kevin becomes her step-brother. Summer pines for Kevin even though he only keeps girlfriends for 6 months max. A drunk night at her graduation makes Summer’s dreams come true. However, Kevin is gone by morning. Thinking that by attending the same college will bring them back together, Summer goes a little early to surprise Kevin, only to find him with another girl. Heartbroken, Summer leaves but slams into the smokin’ hot, intimidating, and super sexy, Caden. He also happens to hate Summer’s step-brother and is the real brother to the boyfriend of the girl that Kevin was messing around with. As Summer makes friends around Campus, she soon gains a new friend in Caden. The Anti-Stepbrother group is good for Summer and lets the quirky girl come out of her shell.

I loved Summer’s character. She was so fun and random that she made me laugh through the whole book. Her quirkiness and weird comments almost made the whole book. I also loved Caden. His character seemed so down to earth. I fell for him right from the beginning. He was so growly and broody, but you felt that he was a deep character right from the beginning. The friendship that he and Summer had was a great foundation to this whole book. It felt natural and easy. I loved the camaraderie between Caden and Diego. The Marcus and Summer dynamic made me chuckle every time. The scene when Colt was getting out of the hospital and Summer was antagonizing Marcus and rhyming! Gold!

Tijan did such a great job with Anti-Step Brother.

Reviewed by Shannon

LLEP Review Team

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Excerpt

He wasn’t looking at me any more. I wasn’t even sure he was really in the room.

I needed to leave this alone. He had given me the clues—looking away, his jaw clenching, pain like I’d never heard from him sounding loud and clear. My instincts were telling me to shut up, but I couldn’t. I had this burning need to know more about Caden. I needed to get in there, past his walls, and I wanted to understand him.

I wanted to help him.

Caden was hurting, and I wanted to take that away.

“What happened?”

Caden turned his gaze to me now, and I felt branded by the pain I saw. His eyes were stricken. “Does it matter?”

“No.” My breath caught and held in my chest. I wanted to go to him, but I also wanted to slink away. I was stirring up his pain, but I had to know. “What happened, Caden?”

“Why do you have to know?”

“Because it’s hurting you.”

I made a decision, though I had no idea what the ramifications were going to be. I stood, my legs going numb and my stomach clenching, and I moved to his side. He leaned back, his head falling to the couch, and he watched me.

The need to ease some of his hurt outweighed the fear of what would happen next. Swallowing tightly, I stepped over to straddle him and sat down.

“What are you doing?”

He asked that softly, still holding his beer. I took it from his hands and put it on the stand next to the couch. Then I just sat there. He had to do the rest. I’d already made the first move.

I glanced down at his hands, feeling like an idiot. “What happened?”

“Why are you pushing this?”

I looked back up to find confusion warring with need in his eyes. He wasn’t pushing me away, so I sank further into his lap.

“You haven’t told anyone else about this.” It wasn’t really a question, but I saw the confirmation in his eyes. My chest tightened, thinking about whatever secret he held. “Please tell me.”

“No.” He shifted forward, and I braced myself, expecting him to push me away. He didn’t. His hands grasped the backs of my legs and lifted me so I was more fully on his lap.

I could feel him between my legs, and my breasts almost pressed against his chest. I waited. I wanted to see what else he’d say

“But not because I don’t want you to know,” he added. “Because it’s not my secret to tell.”

I nodded, my stomach doing somersaults now. “That makes sense. I can respect that.”

And there we were. His hands cupped my ass, and the pain in his gaze became something darker, something I felt too, something that began to turn off all rational thought.

“What are we doing here?” he questioned, his voice like a caress in itself.

I leaned forward, my gaze lingering on his lips. “I didn’t really think it through.”

“And now?”

“Still not thinking it through.”

“You’re okay with that?”

In that moment, the truth exploded in me. I wanted him. I wanted this—but it was more. I needed this.

I didn’t answer.

I closed the distance between us.

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Author Information

tijan

I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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New Release & Review: Ace (Brimstone Kings MC) by J.J. Marstead

 
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Alison
 
I’ve lived in a small town my entire life.  At eighteen, I don’t have a whole lot of life experience, and all I really have time for is my job.  I’ve heard of the Brimstone Kings MC, but I’d never seen them until a group of them shows up at the diner where I work.  That’s the day I met Ace.
 
Just his name sends shivers up my spine.  That man is sex on a stick.  But he’s a man.  I’ve only ever been around boys.  I don’t know if I’m ready for the kind of life that comes with a man like Ace, but he isn’t giving me much choice.
 
Ace
 
Shit, she is fucking beautiful.  When I first laid eyes on her, I didn’t think there was a chance in hell she was legal.  The minute I found out she was eighteen, it was game on.  I will make her mine, if it’s the last thing I do.
 
Getting her to be mine proves to be harder than I thought though.  I need to prove to her that I am the man for her.  That I can take care of her.  That I won’t hurt her.  This woman is stubborn as hell, but I’m determined to make her see what it feels like to be with a real man.
 

 

 

Waking up groaning, I feel a pair of lips
sucking my cock. Nice way to wake up.
I pry my eyes open looking down to see
Porsche licking and sucking the tip of my dick. Porsche looks up and smiles,
“Good morning Ace.”

 

I give her a lazy grin and moan, “This is
nice, waking up having my dick sucked; every man’s dream.”

 

Porsche hums around my cock; I feel the
tingle down my spine straight to my balls. I grab her head and give a couple of
slow strokes, going as far as I can go. She gags but takes me in like a pro.
That is what I like about Porsche; she
takes whatever I give her with no arguments. I look down at her bobbing up and
down on my cock and she gives me the look that I know she wants, my cum down
her throat.

 

“I’m going to cum Porsche, are you ready?”
She sucks harder, and I moan letting go giving her all I got.

 

Porsche swallows every drop. Looking at the
clock beside the bed I see it’s eight twenty-five. Shit, I am supposed to meet
the guys at the diner.

 

She makes her way up my body to give me a
kiss, but I get up before she can deliver. “Sorry Babe, but I got to go; the
guys are waiting for me.”

 

She gives me a little pout, “Baby, are you
sure you want to go, I am sure you can have breakfast here.” She spreads her
legs showing me her shaven pussy like it’s a buffet.
“Can’t babe, I got to go.”
4-star

Aced by J.J. Marstead was a quick read about Allison, an 18 year old waitress who finds herself in the cross-hairs of the VP of a MC club. Although Ace is a self-proclaimed womanizer, there is just something about this barely legal waitress that is hitting him hard. He has a hard time dealing with his brother, Blaze, taking an interest in Allison. What makes her so special? Ace wants to make a play for Allison, but he has some baggage that he needs to deal with and her name is Porsche. Porsche is not going to go away quietly. Add in a crazy ex-boyfriend from another MC and some crazy shenanigans you have yourself quite the story.

I enjoyed this book and it was an entertaining and quick read. However, the story was a bit stiff. It was hard for me fall into the story line and believe that Ace and Allison had this **BAM** kind of chemistry after one kiss. There was nothing that led up to it other than a look and a wink at the diner. To me the story seemed to stutter in some areas and it was hard to get the flow going again. I could see where the author was trying to goal and I could envision the end game. However, I think it needs a bit of polish to smooth out the rough edges.

Reviewed by Shannon

LLEP Review Team

 
 
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She is originally from a small Island in Canada called ‘Prince Edward Island’.
J.J. Marstead is the pen name; she wanted to have a pen name because it seemed pretty awesome.
Her real name is Jessica Martell, and no she is not ashamed of writing.
She loves to read and now she has taking up writing as a new adventure. 
She’s a stay at home mom, so she has plenty of time to think of naughty things to write.
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Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance

By Pauline West

Genre: Steamy New Adult, Romance

 

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A bold and independent free spirit from the foster system of small town South Carolina, Lily is a survivor with skeletons in her closet. She knows what she wants and how to get it. And a spoiled rich playboy is not part of her plan- but Ry is irresistible.

Steamy, exciting and beautifully written, this dramatic romance will appeal to fans of Sylvia Day.

Book One in the Holy City Romance series about a wild and fun-loving group of twenty-somethings in Charleston, South Carolina.   

     

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“The masterpiece of my life was having learned how to glass myself inward, burying my heart so deep I didn’t even know where it was buried.” – Lily Inoue

Lily is a bold, passionate free thinker from small town South Carolina. Fiercely self reliant, the same strength that helped Lily survive a traumatic upbringing makes it difficult for her to trust anyone, especially Ry Calhoun. When Ry’s political obligations and Lily’s rising notoriety in Charleston threaten their relationship, Lily arrives into her most reckless act yet- and at incredible cost.

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The only way this lush, ultra-deluxe festivity gets any nicer is if you can get Ry to hand-churn while you watch.

Place glasses in the freezer to chill for 30 minutes. 

Make out wildly on the kitchen counter.

Pour ice cream, milk, ice cubes, bourbon and chocolate syrup into a blender and whirl.

Try before you pour- the milkshake should be thick enough to be fed to you by Ry with a spoon, so if it seems thin, add more ice cream and blend again while Ry wraps you up in his arms.

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EXCERPT – CANDLEMOTH  #1

I fitted my leg around Ry’s so that there was nothing between us but my panties and his linen pants, and he kissed me so savagely it sucked the air from my chest.

Oh, I wanted him deep inside me.

“I want to get on my knees for you,” Ry said, and everything in me tightened at the cultured, raspy purr of his voice.

“I think I’d like to see you on your knees,” I said, my voice raw and strange.

Ry, paused, smiling, his eyes slitted with lust.  He kissed me differently then, with slow, lush slides of his tongue that made me ache to feel his mouth between my legs.

“Mm…”

His fingers curved roughly down around the front of my thigh, pushing the silky fabric of my dress up as he hunted towards my panties, lingering at the hem teasingly.  His eyes danced, watching mine, as I moaned.  My hips curled towards his and I felt the tips of his fingers slip beneath my panties.

I was the wettest I’d been in all my life, as if the whole center of me had melted into hot, silky lava.  I cried out, pressing into his touch, plunging Ry’s fingers deep inside me, and he began to stroke with searing accuracy, the expression on his face both hot and tender.

“Ohhh,” I said, hanging from his sweet mouth.  I stared up at the stars, crying out as their light slurred down over us.

I felt a fullness in me beginning to build, felt myself dizzily falling back, but Ry caught me in his other arm, propping me there against the wall as he drove his fingers into me again and again, rhythmic, relentless.  His knuckles bit perfectly into my clit as he worked the tiny apple of sensitive flesh inside me.  I almost screamed, feeling my orgasm flood forwards.

“You want to come for me?” Ry murmured, pressing his face into my hair possessively.  I bit his shoulder, trying to stifle my cries.  This sweet, layered agony-

“I want to come for you,” I gasped, “Please, please.”

“Come for me, Lily,” Ry said, pressing himself close as his fingers continued to work inside me, and I let the sensation crash through the gates of me, washing through again and again as I fell bonelessly against him, jerking a little with the aftershocks.

Ry smiled wolfishly, his eyes pale in the moonlight, their contrast delicious beneath his dark tan, his dark eyebrows.  I thrilled again at how little there was between us, even as it terrified me how helplessly I’d fallen for him.  I threw my arms around Ry’s neck, burying my face in his soft hair, locking my legs around his waist.

“You could make me do anything you want,” I said, softly.

He pinned me back against the wall again, his eyes shining.  The fullness of his cock against me sent another shockwave through my body, and I leaned back, shivering with his touch, looking up at him.

“I’m drunk with you,” I whispered.

Ry began to grind into me, moaning in a low, strangled voice that made all the hair on my body lift with arousal.  We kissed again so hungrily I thought we’d slide down and fuck there on the rough cobble stones.

But he put me down gently and led me by the hand through the gate.  I followed, tugging my dress down.  We were laughing soundlessly again, still a little breathless, and when we stopped at the door, Ry held his hand to his face and closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of me on his hand.

His eyes rolled slightly with pleasure, and then he bumped open the door with his hip, tugging me inside.

The silence of the house instantly folded around us.  It felt different to kiss him there, in that unfamiliar dark.  Ry lifted me off my feet against him and then sat me onto the kitchen counter, burying his face against my breasts.  He squeezed my breasts savagely, until they began to feel heavy and swollen.  Then he bit and sucked at my nipples through the wet silk of my dress.

The hot darts of pain made me hiss with lust.

“I need to make you come again, Lily,” he said, his hands forcing insistently between my thighs.

“I can’t, I can’t so soon,” I said, trying to close my legs, but he forced them apart with a strength that just rode the edge of violence.  Ry sank his face into me hungrily, taking my hips firmly into his hands, the pressure from his fingers spreading my flesh so that the center of me was all the more bared to him as he opened his mouth against me.

I gasped, so slippery wet that I was soaked all down my thighs, my body begging to sheath him even as it couldn’t take any more arousal.  My senses were so exquisitely tortured that I was afraid I’d pee on his lovely, hard-sculptured face.

But Ry’s tongue began to work in expert, slow circles against my clit.  One of his hands found its way warmly between my thighs, drawing me tight, stretching me raw.  I bucked against his face, my hands clawing at the counter.

“Please please no,” I said, “I can’t, I can’t take this-”

Ry held me steady, the hot, hard velvet of his tongue relentless against my swollen achy flesh, his eyes locking on mine greedily.  My nerves sizzled raw.  I felt microscopic shooting stars race up the insides of my thighs as he stroked at me continually, restlessly, brinking me to orgasm, letting me slide back down again.  I was panting with lust, both our bodies misted wet with sweat.  I could see droplets of it on my bared thighs, on the backs of his forearms, his neck.

Ry’s eyes glinted mischievously; he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

That turned me on all the more, even as it made me wildly jealous to know all the women he must have perfected his skills on.  Every dial on my body was cranked farther than I’d ever dreamed I could go.  The bliss of it was tortuous, unending.  With every raw swirl of my nerves, I felt myself sucked all the deeper into his orbit, losing any control I’d ever imagined I’d had.

And then finally, Ry Calhoun decided to let me come.  He sucked me up to the precipice of orgasm again, but this time dropped me over the edge with a hard lick.  He stuck his tongue inside me as I came in a long, rolling orgasm around him.

“Oh god, oh god-”  My cries were animal now, my body so wet that I slid on the counter.  Ry dug further into me, his fingers opening me deeply.  The effect was shattering.  I lost my mind, bucking wildly, and almost blacked out with pleasure.  He lifted my legs up onto the counter so I was securely supported as I pulsed hard and then began to sob, utterly released.

Ry moved his face back and forth as light as a butterfly on my thighs, tracing up my electrically lit body with his mouth, pausing gently at my tortured breasts, and then again at my lips.

As I curled inwards, he leaned over me, kissing me sweetly while I sobbed with relief, the gentleness of his kisses smoothing my ragged sense while his hands continued to stroke me lightly.  After a moment, he pulled back, biting his lips, as if tasting me again.  I looked up at him, too limp to move or speak.

“Now,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you to death.”

I couldn’t even speak English anymore.

I shook my head, trying to move away from him and his vampiric ecstasy.  But even as I was overcome, I still felt a clawing, insatiable need for his body.  Ry was like some unnameable drug; I was hopelessly addicted.

He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the tight cut of his abdominals and upper arms.  The immediate bolt of lust I felt for his touch drove home how much he already owned me.  Ry tossed his shirt to one side, pulling me by one leg open to him again, and undid his pants.

His cock was enormous.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t walk,” Ry said, darkly, pulling me into him like a slack doll.  “You’ll have to stay here with me.  Then I’m gonna nail you all morning…”  His mouth on mine was like hot stone, and I couldn’t resist kissing him back, feeling myself heat up for him all over again as he slid me down to his cock.  He ran his thumb inside me again, drawing my skin taut so savagely that I cried out and fell against him, raw and exquisitely stretched.

I throbbed with grinding lust, pulling myself upright again.

“Come fuck me.”

Ry drove himself inside me with a force that made me see stars, fitting his mouth over mine in one of his hungry, soul-sucking kisses, and I wanted all of it; I wanted him to batter me loose, fuck me to death, I didn’t care.

It felt so good that I couldn’t feel anything of myself anymore except a sheer, shooting, bodiless pleasure.

Our bodies were both drenched now, and it felt so good to clutch his hard, naked skin, to see the flash of his tattoo under my hand as I rode his thick cock to Kingdom Come.  I let my head fall back, wanging it hard on the cupboards, but it didn’t matter.  Nothing mattered except-

I heard someone clear his throat in the doorway.

My eyes snapped open.

Silhouetted in the dim light from the street, an old man stood in the kitchen doorway.  He was coolly drinking a cup of tea, his robe loosely belted so I could see the crisp white hair on his chest; his face was craggy and seamed from a lifetime of too much sun and rich food.

Even though his thick white hair was crazed on one side, as if he’d been unable to sleep and now was wandering aimlessly around the mansion, I recognized his face from the oil portrait I’d seen the day before.

Mr. Calhoun.

He was watching us as if we were stray dogs he’d caught fucking in his house for the thirtieth time.  “Christ, another one?” Mr. Calhoun said, finally.  He went back out into the hallway.

Another one.

What did I expect?

But my heart sank through the floor and dissolved.  I was humiliated.

I’d been more emotionally exposed than I’d ever felt in my life- and just as suddenly, all the new flowerings in me folded up and died off.

I shoved Ry away, trying to cover myself with the damp ruins of my dress.  But Ry had already half-turned, zipping up his pants hastily in a way that filled me with disgust.

“Dad-!” Ry said, rushing after him.  Then, torn, he whirled in the doorway, heading back towards me.  “Lily, wait here.  Dad!”

But I was already out the door.

Ry chased me outside.  “Please, please, you don’t understand.  He didn’t mean it like it sounded-”

I was crying, and furious with myself for crying.  “I do, I understand you perfectly.  You just want-you just wanted to get laid.”

Ry tried to kiss me, to take me into his arms.  I wouldn’t let him.

“Baby, don’t you remember any of the things we’ve said?  How I’ve made you feel?” Ry said.  “I know you feel this, too, I know you do, I could feel it.  Everything in you answers everything in me, Lily.  You keep forgetting all of that whenever something-”

“Bullshit!  I can’t believe anything you say!  I can’t believe any of this; I don’t know who the fuck you are- why are you being so fucking nice to me, anyway?  I don’t like people doing things for me, remember?  You know why?  Because I can’t fucking trust anybody!  I don’t trust you, I can’t, I won’t!”

Somehow, I was screaming.

“Lily, enough!”  His voice cracked my name like a pistol shot.  I felt my body respond to the command in his voice, instantly hating myself for it.

“Don’t.  Just don’t.  All right?” I said.

“At least let me walk you to your-”

“Don’t fucking touch me.  I don’t want you to follow me, I don’t want you to touch me.  Leave me alone!”

I ran into the dark.

I drove home with all my windows down, needing air in my face.

Cold, clean air.  Hungry black air.  Anything to wash away the electricity, the unrelenting connection that still remained like an

unbroken thread between me and Ry Calhoun.  No matter how far away I was from him.

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Pauline is a bookworm, trail runner and bourbon lover. Her hobbies include mild hypochondria and ill-advised matchmaking.

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Blog Tour & Review: Sugary Sweets by A.M. Willard

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Zara James never expected to fall in love, leaving the hopeless romantic lifestyle to her friends. She also never imagined she’d be expecting a baby and married to the one guy she fought so hard to keep at arm’s length. Faced with life’s challenges of insecurities, pregnancy hormones, and the pressures of being a new wife in the burbs of Atlanta, Georgia, Zara tries to master them one cupcake at a time. Well, that is until her world is turned upside down by one accident that could change everything.

Hatcher James knew his smart-mouthed wife was the only woman for him years ago. He just had to figure out the correct formula to make her fall in love with him. Putting together the perfect mixture of intimacy, spice, and frosting might just do the trick, and bring joy to both of their lives.

As Hatcher tries to come up with the right ingredients, will all the hard work end in smoke or will they conquer life’s hurdles together, one tasty treat after another?

Sugary Sweets continues the Taste of Love series as we join the gang for some comical scenes, life challenges, friendship, and most of all, love covered in sugar.

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International Bestselling Author, A.M. Willard is a true believer of soul mates, and happy ever afters. She enjoys reading, sailing, and of course writing contemporary romance, and romantic comedy with some saucy scenes. Releasing her first novella of the One Night Series on April 12, 2014, has sent her on a new journey in life.

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4-star

Sugary Sweets by A.M Willard is the second book of the series A Taste of Love. It starts off where Frosted Sweets left off. If you are looking for something dark, and naughty; this isn’t it. It is all frosting, sweet and funny in this book.
Zara and Hatcher had an “oops” in the first book that lead them into this book dealing with life and how it has changed so much. And Zara is not a person who likes change. Zara goes to the extreme with everything. And she is a major emotional ball of energy. Hatcher does his best to deal with all of it and loves her unconditionally throughout it all. When an accident occurs they both sit back and reevaluate their lives and what truly matters.
The “family” of friends band together and I love that when they all get together, that is what they are a family. It is a strong bond that is shown with all of them, including all the new members coming in.

A.M Willard had me laughing, I did tear up, and at one point in time I wanted to slap Zara. This is one of those light and quick reads that you will enjoy.
4 stars for this awesome book and I can’t wait for Natasha and Diesel’s book.

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Reviewed by Jennifer

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Blog Tour & Review: More Than Miles (Lost Kings MC) by Autumn Jones Lake

 

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Blake “Murphy” O’Callaghan, Road Captain of the Lost Kings MC, has the world by the balls. Everything he wants…except the one girl who’s off limits. The only girl he’s ever loved. His best friend’s little sister, Heidi.

Now that she’s eighteen, it’s time to claim her as his. Problem is, she’s in love with her high-school boyfriend, Axel, a prospect for the Lost Kings MC.

Can Murphy convince Heidi that all the hard roads they’ve traveled lead to their happy ending, or is he destined to ride the open road alone?

 

 REVIEW

5star

Autumn Jones Lake never disappoints her readers and ‘More Than Miles’ is a prime example of her writing expertise.
Murphy has always loved Heidi, since she was a baby. He is eight years older and best friends with her big brother.
Heidi always idolised Murphy and is a ‘family’ member of the Lost Kings MC her brother and Murphy belong to, showing full support and how much she cares about them all.
Axel is Heidi’s boyfriend who goes to college with her and is a prospect in the Lost Kings MC.
This is a full length novel that is fast paced and flows smoothly. There are some big twists that help to develop the plot of not just this book but teases the reader about future books to come.
A full gambit of emotions is felt throughout the story. From laughing out loud to gritting your teeth in anger.
The reader becomes invested in the story very quickly and it is hard to put the book down.

Reviewed by Robyn

LLEP Review Team

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Heidi

For reasons I don’t want to think about, I’m anxious while I wait downstairs. Sparky’s hanging out in the living room, so I end up talking to him while I wait.

It’s my brother who finally comes downstairs. Not Blake.

Marcel ushers me out the door without speaking. Outside, in the parking lot, I shake out of his hold. “Wait a second. Where’s Blake?”

“Upstairs. He’s tired.”

“What?”

He pushes me into his truck and shuts the door.

Tired of being manhandled, I hop right back out. “What do you mean he’s tired? We were going to—”

“Get back in the truck.”

“No.”

“Heidi,” he warns. “Leave him alone and get in the truck.”

I don’t answer, but I hoist myself back inside his big, jacked-up ride.

“What are you compensating for with this monster truck?” I ask when he slams his door.

“Very funny.”

“You didn’t hit Blake, did you?”

“No. Should I have?”

“No! Why are you being such a—”

“Careful, little sister.”

I hate this. I hate when he pushes me into acting like a brat. I’ve been trying so hard lately, but sometimes he pushes all my bratty-little-sister buttons.

“He said you fell at the park. You okay?”

Unsure of just how much Blake told my brother, I say as little as possible. “I’m fine.”

“Why were you up in his room?”

“Jeez. I already told you. I helped him bandage up his arms.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No.”

My shoulder still burns from the Tiger Balm, and I replay the few brief seconds with my shirt off while Blake tended to me, our kiss, our second kiss after he tenderly wiped my face clean. I’m not sharing any of those moments with my brother, though.

“Heidi, you know you’re the most important person in the world to me, right? Everything I’ve done. Everything I do. It’s to make sure you end up okay. You know that, right?”

His words drive splinters of guilt through my chest. “Yes.”

He sighs and reaches over to squeeze my hand. “How much do you remember about living with mom?”

“I don’t know. Not much. I remember hanging out at the club with you guys more.”

“She left us alone a lot.”

“I know.” I’m tempted to tell him to get to the point, but I’m also curious about where he’s going with this.

“You remember any of the guys she used to bring home?”

If I think really hard, I do. Sort of. “I remember you sleeping in my room when she had guys over. You used to sleep in front of the door.”

I’m watching him closely, so I notice the way his mouth twists down right away. “Yeah.” His hands squeeze the steering wheel. “You were so little. And trusting. And sweet.”

“Are you trying to say I’m a big, suspicious, bitter teenager now?”

He huffs out a laugh and glances over at me. “And so fucking smart.”

“Smart ass you mean.”

“Sometimes.”

“Not that I don’t enjoy strolling down crappy childhood memory lane, but do you have a point?”

“What did we always say when we were younger? Whatever Mom did—”

“We’d do the opposite when we were adults.”

“You still happy with Axel?”

Confused and suspicious of the change in conversation, I take a second to answer. “Yes, why?” A shiver of excitement races over me. “Why? You think the club’s going to vote him in soon?”

“Heidi, you know I can’t talk to you about that stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble and cross my arms over my chest.

He chuckles then turns serious again. “If you’re with Axel, be with him. But stop messing with Blake.”

The familiar tingle of my blood boiling starts up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I said. He’s too old for you.”

“I’m not messing with him.” If anything, Blake keeps messing with my head. My heart. But I won’t rat him out to my brother and cause problems between them. I love both of them too much.

He’s silent for the next few miles and his words replay in my head. “Are you trying to say I’m like Mom?”

“No. Fuck no. You’re nothing like her. I just don’t want you making her mistakes.”

“What would those be?”

“Heidi—”

“Axel’s my only boyfriend.”

“Good. I know you and Blake are friends, too. Just, be careful.”

“Why? He wouldn’t hurt me.”

“You’re not a two-guy type of girl, Heidi.”

“How do you know?”

He takes his eyes off the road for a second to glare at me. “I know you.”

“You’re saying that because I’m your sister.”

“How would you feel if you knew Axel had girls on the side?”

An uneasy prickle slides through my stomach at the thought. Axel spends a lot of hours at the club. Marcel knows my boyfriend in a whole different way than I do. “You haven’t seen him. . .he doesn’t mess around with other girls, does he?”

He chuckles because I fell for the bait. “Have I ever kicked his ass?”

I snort and shake my head.

“I won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting my sister. Club or not.”

A tight smile forms at the corners of my mouth, but I don’t say anything right away.

“Marcel?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever considered those girls you mess with? Club girls. Maybe they’re someone’s little sister?”

“No.”

“Maybe they’ve got big brothers warning them away from guys like you?”

His jaw tightens. “You’re too smart for your own good.”

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Autumn prefers to write her romances on the classy side of dirty, and she’s a sucker for a filthy-talking, demanding alpha male hero. The bigger the better. She believes true love stories never end.

Some of Autumn’s favorite hobbies include reading, writing, acting, music and horror movies. When she’s home, her faithful Pug is always by her side. She’s an active member of her local chapter of Romance Writers of America.

Autumn was born and raised in upstate New York. She still enjoys all four seasons there with her very own alpha hero and their three rescue dogs.

You can find Autumn on Facebook and she always loves to hear from readers at:

AutumnJLake@gmail.com.

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