I will say up front that this book is not going to be for everyone. And if someone made the case to me that it’s more erotic horror than dark romance, I might be inclined to agree with them. There’s a ton of killing in this book and some of it is graphic.
But if you’re in the mood for a little gratuitous violence, a long, smoking hot, slow build, and narrators just as crazy as Harley Quinn, give The Death Club a try. It is out there.
I was immediately pulled in by the very fresh authorial voice and tone of the book and the point-of-view characters. They’re all nuts. In different ways, but completely nuts. Their nuttiness is complementary in the end, and I really liked the way they ended up playing off each other.
There’s a fairly significant age gap between the characters (about 10 years) and I liked the way the authors didn’t back away from the difference in life experience between Brooklyn and the two men. I also liked the common ground they found and the way the men come together in wanting to protect and nurture Brooklyn (even if their nurturing is not exactly what we might think of as wholesome).
There are suggestions of kink, mostly in Brooklyn’s thoughts, that I hope will come to fruition in Book 2.
Book 2 in the duet is out in June, but I suspect it will end up being a menage story. I really like the pairing of Brooklyn with her two killers and although I’m not sure I can envision a happy ending for them, I really hope they get it.
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I will admit to being a Brianna Hale fangirl at this point. I like everything she writes and every time she brings out a new book, it becomes my new favorite book. But this one really is.
Rush is a delightful read. It’s atmospheric, authoritative (I can only imagine the amount of research the author did), utterly engaging, and moving. I felt so deeply with and for these characters. I was absolutely sure an event the book led up to was not going to happen – there would be *some* last minute reprieve – but no, it happened and I felt so proud of the author for making the brave choice to have her characters face real-world consequences for their behavior. I love romance that feels real and this book certainly does. It also feels quintessentially British – the setting, the way the characters talk, the juxtaposition of inner city and country lifestyles, and a certain deep wariness that comes from living in London – while retaining universal themes. The problems these characters have with trust and connection are problems all human beings experience.
For readers who are not quite sure about daddykink, this is daddykink light. There are no diapers or medical examinations and very little age-play. Quite a safe introduction to daddykink if readers are looking to dip a toe.
This is a complete story with no cliff-hanger. I can’t see a “continuation” of this story, but I hope the author returns to rockstar romance at some point because she writes it so very well.
There’s a kid sitting in front of my front door. He’s so skinny he could be just a bundle of sticks held together by a T-shirt and basketball shorts.
I am having a ridiculous amount of fun writing the next book in the Daddy P.I. world, Max’s Bumble. This is Max and Cynnie’s story. They’ve been introduced in Daddy P.I. 2.0 and Missing Ink, but now they get to shine in their own story.
Max’s Bumble is the first story since Snowburn that I’ve tried to tell solely from the hero’s perspective. It’s both refreshing and challenging. I’ve already enlisted my long-suffering alpha reader (my husband) to help me bring Max to life and his feedback has ensured I’m on the right track, but I’m sure there will be obstacles ahead, particularly since Max was a bit of a closed door to me at first. I had difficulty pinning down Max’s motivations until he introduced me to his neighbor, a neglected teen named Tyrone. Ty turned out to be the key to Max’s longing for unconditional love and family. Thank you, Ty! I’m not sure I would have found my way into Max without you.
Here’s a little peak at Max and Ty:
There’s a kid sitting in front of my front door. He’s so skinny he could be just a bundle of sticks held together by a T-shirt and basketball shorts. His head’s on his knees with his thin arms wrapped around them, his sponge twists disarrayed like he’s been tugging on them. I can’t see his face, but I can see the still-oozing scrapes on his knees, knuckles, and elbows. He’s been in a fight. Again.
“My man,” I say as I walk up to him. I offered him a key months ago, but he gave it back to me after his mother found it, freaked out, and said I must be some kind of pedophile. She’s another of the few people I can honestly say I hate. “You have the best timing in the world. I was just about to order a pizza.”
I wasn’t. I usually save pizza for dinner and it’s not even late enough for brunch yet. But I’ve never known Tyrone to turn down pizza.
Tyrone lifts his face, cheeks still round with baby fat despite his skinny, adolescent body. Tears turn his cheeks charcoal. He hastily wipes them away with the collar of his shirt and pushes up my door to get out of my way.
“I’ll eat some if you don’t get those gross fish,” he says.
He always sounds a little belligerent when he first arrives on my doorstep. In an hour, when he’s cooled down from whatever fight landed him scraped and tearful on my door instead of at school, when he’s got a belly full of food and is playing on my gaming rig, he’ll be as light and funny and playful as Emily.
“Anchovies are the food of the gods, my man.”
He makes puking noises as he follows me into my apartment. After tapping in a pizza order—no anchovies but plenty of meat for us growing boys—I head up into the loft and grab a T-shirt and baller shorts for each of us, then duck into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
“You want the hot water, you better get in there first,” I tell him. “You got that kid stink onya again.”
He pulls a face at me but takes the spare clothes and heads into the bathroom. He does stink but it’s sweat and blood from the fight, not poor hygiene. One of the few things Ty’s mother does right is make him bathe every day.
When he’s finished, I duck in and wash off the sweat from my run. Ty’s left the toothbrush and hair pick I got for him on the edge of the sink. I tuck them away as I towel-dry my own hair, which is buzzed military-short on the sides with a longer fringe that I run wax through to slick it back so I don’t have it in my face for the rest of the day. I check my phone to see where the pizza is and when I see it’s still ten minutes away, trim up my short beard.
I hear gunfire as I click off my razor and have that old moment of panic. I grip the edge of the sink until it goes away. I’m in my apartment, in New York, a long fucking way from the Gulf of Aden or Syria. The guns are digital, not mechanical. They can’t hurt me. I blow out a long breath, fogging the bathroom mirror, and unclench my fingers from the counter to wipe it clear.
“Max, where’s the Coke?” Ty whines from the kitchen.
“No more soda for you, my man. Water or juice.”
I grin at the mirror. Tyrone stayed overnight a week ago, when his mother couldn’t be fucking bothered to come home. I watched him steadily chug soda all night, discovered that she doesn’t regulate his soda intake, and that he regularly doesn’t fall asleep until one or two in the morning as a result. I emptied my kitchen of anything carbonated the next day.
Max’s Bumble (c) 2021 E. J. Frost
I haven’t put up a preorder for Max’s Bumble yet because I live in fear of Amazon’s upload deadlines, but I’m aiming for an October release. Add Max’s Bumble to your Goodreads TBR here to be notified of updates and the release date.
What would happen if Frankenstein’s monster confronted Mary Shelley?
Punished poses exactly that question, and the answer is raunchy and unexpected.
Lane’s monster is an alien, and he is not best pleased by what his creator has put him through. We only get a glimpse in this short, fast-moving story, but the monster’s creator has stripped him of everything he loves and put him through misery on his journey to the top. He now commands men and ships, but at great cost.
Through dreams and a wormhole, the minds of the creator and her monster touch, and the monster gets to exact a very carnal revenge.
I love speculative fiction for exactly what this story delivers: a bending of the mind, a twisting of reality until the reader glimpses something else, something beyond the ordinary. This story gives the reader that twist in spades.
For those who need ALL the daddy, I’ve collected the first three books of the Daddy P.I. series (0.5, previously unavailable on Amazon, 1.0, and 2.0) into a massive box set – over 1,500 pages of Daddy! Follow Emily and Logan from their meeting at the Salt City Kink Expo, through their first date at Logan’s exclusive BDSM club, to the wild waves of the Pink Pearl Mexican sunset cruise to track down a killer, and back to New York to save an adult film star from a vicious stalker. There’s death, pirates, a skateboarding ninja, and always a Daddy-Dom to the rescue!
The box set also contains a bonus, The Case of The Missing Collar. Logan and Emily head to Niagara Falls for a romantic weekend of kinky fun with friends from near and far. They’ve found the perfect spot for Emily’s collaring: a bed and dungeon rumored to be haunted by a revolutionary-era ghost. But when Emily’s collar goes missing from a locked drawer the night before the ceremony, who but the ghost could have taken it? Can Logan find the missing collar before the ceremony is ruined? Grab the box set here to find out! Free to read in Kindle Unlimited.
Awesome. There’s no other word for this book – it’s just awesome.
There’s so much here: ancient cults, old gods, demonic pacts – told in an utterly unique, modern way. And through all of it, there’s love: the bonds of friendship and of romantic love, forged from desire to become as raw and rare and beautiful as an uncut diamond. It’s an absolutely gorgeous story.
Like the other book I’ve read by this author, The Dare (which horrifyingly seems to have been banned by Amazon), this book is deeply, wonderfully kinky. The (anti)hero demon is playing for keeps and he’s not above pushing the heroine’s lust-buttons to get what he wants. Although I enjoy most kinky scenes, the ones in this book are quite special. Heed the warnings, though, they’re not all for the faint of heart. This demon is definitely a sadist.
When I saw the book the first of a series, I was afraid of a cliffhanger, but no, this story is perfect and complete. The couples who will feature in books 2 and 3 are introduced in this book, and I can’t wait for Callum and his witch!
This is the third book in the Rebels of Sandland series, a dark high school romance series set in the UK. Being set in the rather gritty world of urban/suburban London is just one of the many things that makes this series unique.
Finn, the hero of Fractured Minds, is introduced in the first book in the series and I’ve been waiting desperately for his book because a) I knew I’d love him, and b) I knew he’d destroy me. He did both!
For those readers who aren’t comfortable with the hero bullying the heroine, here isn’t a ton of bullying in this book. There’s some hot and cold/push and pull, but only because Finn is desperately trying to protect his girl from a very bad man. If anything Finn himself is bullied by a surprising new force in the Sandland underworld. I don’t want to spoil the twists and turns of this book, but they grabbed me by the throat. I was so very afraid for Finn from start to finish!
There’s a ton of angst, a shed-load of tears, and some incredibly beautiful moments waiting for you in this book. Trigger warning for child abuse (done in flashback and not graphic).
I’m so impressed with this series, which is going from strength to strength. Finn’s book could be read as a stand-alone, but you’ll get more out of it if you read the whole series. You won’t be sorry!
Wow! This story, although short, is absolutely jam-packed with action and feeling!
The reader is thrown straight into the action at the start – my favourite kind of story – and the rollercoaster just keeps going from there. Magnus is the kind of alpha I love: wily, driven and oh so possessive when he accidentally “unwraps” his fated mate. But there’s a huge twist that keeps them apart. It’s so clever that I don’t want to give it away – you have to read and enjoy it for yourself!
This is a lovely workplace/enemies-to-lovers contemporary romance.
There’s immediate chemistry between the hero and heroine but SO MUCH goes wrong that there were points where I wondered if they’d ever get over the hurdles in their path. There’s also wonderful character growth along the way – Stone feels like a little bit of a man-baby at the beginning, with all his rage against the world – but he grows into a man who deserves the heroine by the end.
The highlight of this book for me was the author’s wonderful attention to detail, particularly with the settings. Each setting (New York, Texas, Las Vegas) is lovingly realised. I could smell the city streets, the sage brush, the high ozone off the fountains at the Bellagio, it was all so well written. This is a tour de force of a debut novel and I can’t wait to see what the author comes up with next.