“The Secret Lives of the Four Wives: A Novel” by Lola Shoneyin


The Secret Lives of the Four Wives: A Novel

by Lola Shoneyin

Genre: Historical Fiction/Parenting & Relationships/Societal Issues/African

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African-born poet Lola Shoneyin makes her fiction debut with The Secret Lives of Babi Segi’s Wives, a perceptive, entertaining, and eye-opening novel of polygamy in modern-day Nigeria. The struggles, rivalries, intricate family politics, and the interplay of personalities and relationships within the complex private world of a polygamous union come to life in The Secret Lives of Baba Segi’s WivesBig Love and The 19th Wife set against a contemporary African background.

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“Payback (Vigilante Justice #1)” by Kristin Harte #Sale

Payback (Vigilante Justice #1) is on sale for 99¢ this week only!



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In Justice, Colorado, the Kennards run everything, including the only big business in the area. Their sawmill employs most of the town, and the Kennard brothers live up to a long family history of keeping their neighbors and coworkers safe—until a motorcycle club comes to town and starts causing trouble. Big trouble. The kind that ends in funerals.

He carries the burden of protecting an entire town
Being the oldest Kennard brother, I’ve got a centuries-old promise to uphold—run the family business to give the townspeople jobs and the sort of security they can only find in Justice. When a motorcycle club blows that plan apart, I’ll do anything to make them aware that they picked the wrong town to target. As a former Green Beret, I know just how to sabotage an enemy. The only weakness in my armor is my obsession with a five-foot-nothing blonde who unknowingly holds my heart in her hands. My attraction to her could cost me my life, but I’d sacrifice it all to save hers.

She owes a debt that could cost her life
I’ve spent three years hiding out in Justice and paying off a debt to the Soul Suckers, one they’ve decided to collect whether I’m ready to pay or not. When danger lands on my doorstep, one man jumps in to help. Alder Kennard—former Special Forces soldier and current object of all my fantasies. But the Soul Suckers won’t let a debt go unpaid, and with the price on my head rising every day, it’s only a matter of time until they come back for me. Alder would put his life on the line to save mine, which is something I simply can’t afford.

Everyone has a debt to pay, and the only currency I have left is my body. So when the time comes, I’ll trade my life for his.


Kristin Harte started off as a chemistry major in college but somehow ended up writing romances featuring ex-military heroes and the women who knock them to their knees…literally and figuratively. She likes drinking in the shade, snuggling under a warm blanket on a cold evening, and researching how to blow things up. Her children know nothing of what she writes, and her husband just hopes he’s not at their Chicago-ish home the day the government shows up to confront Kristin about her Google search history.
When not writing good men doing bad things, Kristin can be found writing paranormal romance as Ellis Leigh or co-writing naughty novellas as London Hale.


Secret Codes For Hidden Genre Categories On Netflix


Netflix has quickly become the preferred way we watch TV and movies with too many categories on Netflix. Subscribers have thousands of shows at their fingertips. It is instant gratification at its finest. Who doesn’t love to spend a Saturday at home binge-watching an edge-of-your seat thriller or laughing to a quirky comedy. It is one of the best ways to wind down and alleviate stress, but searching Netflix for the right show to fit your mood can be anything but stress-free. On any given day, Netflix has over 5,600 titles to choose from. Which such a wide selection, you can easily find yourself wasting time browsing through titles you have no desire to ever watch. Luckily, Netflix has you covered.

Netflix breaks down each film and series into subcategories. These are not the categories on Netflix you see when you open library and start scrolling. The subcategories are much more specific. The categories range from Film Noir to Screwball Comedies to Movies Based on Children’s books. These secret categories were first discovered by What’s On Netflix, but anyone can access them. Each sub-genre has a secret code that goes with it. Once you know that code, all you need is a browser with a URL bar.



#Review “Love Notes (Words for Lovers)” by Tracy Reed

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Love Notes (Words for Lovers)

by Tracy Reed

5/5 Stars!

This book’s blurb says it’s, “romantic words to brighten the day of the one you love”, but I believe it goes a lot deeper than that.

In a time where love all too often plays a secondary role in relationships and marriages to material possessions and security, Love Notes pulls the focal point back to the heart.

These short notes—some only three or four lines in length—are powerful affirmations of not simple affection but of deep commitment and promise.

They’re also open windows to the soul, exposing a vulnerable heart, capable of being shattered, but trusting to be appreciated, cherished and protected.

This is an impressive collection not to be missed.



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#FreeBlitz “My Dom (Boston Doms #1)” by Jane Henry and Maisy Archer

Free from March 6 – 10

Is that…pleasure or pain?

Heidi is a strong, independent, professional woman—definitely not the type to fall for a macho, dominant alpha-male like her neighbor. Yet when she overhears his Mr 6F’s sensual escapades one evening, she finds herself as intrigued as she is horrified. Surely that’s not…spanking she’s hearing? She’s definitely not attracted to…whatever they’re doing. But when she has an unfortunate run-in with Mr. 6F himself, the connection is electric. To her great consternation, she finds herself imagining what it would be like to be under his authority…or bound to his bed.

Dominic thinks he’s tasted all the pleasures the lifestyle has to offer without the messy complications of an emotional connection or commitment, until he meets Heidi. The night she finally gets up the nerve to ask him to put her over his knee, he’s more than happy to oblige. This sassy, adorable woman draws out of him a desire to protect and lead, awakened with growing fervor as he introduces her to the erotic, intoxicating world of dominance and submission.

But when Heidi and Dom are thrown together in an unlikely series of events neither can control, they have to separate business from pleasure. Will the whirlwind of passion and high stakes end everything?

“Show me, baby,” he murmured. She licked her suddenly dry lips. He wanted her to strip for him? Good. Lord. She could feel a pulse low in her belly. Eyes on his, Heidi lifted her hands to the top button of her shirt and took a step toward the hall that led to his bedroom.

He moved a single step to block her path. “Right here, Heidi.”

Here? In the bright sunlight coming from the frosted glass windows?

As though he could read the questions in her mind, he repeated, “Right. Here. Right. Now.” He slowly shrugged off his suit jacket and tie, then leaned against the wall and folded his arms, watching her. If he had looked the slightest bit disinterested or aloof, if his voice had held even the slightest hint of the detachment he’d shown his other ladies, she couldn’t have done it.

But his eyes didn’t so much as flicker away from her hands as they carefully slid down the placket of her blouse, freeing each button from its buttonhole. And the tension that gripped his body belied his casual pose, as did the massive erection tenting the front of his pants. Mr. Angelico wasn’t disinterested.

“The camisole,” he rasped. Heidi was suddenly breathless. Crossing her arms in front of her stomach, she slid the edge of the silky material from beneath her skirt and slipped it up, up, up. Each inch of her belly heated as she exposed it, warmed by the blazing heat in his eyes. It glided softly over her skin, raising goose bumps, tightening her nipples to hard peaks, until she lifted her arms completely and let the material fall to the floor with a soft whoosh.

“Christ.” It was a whisper, a harsh release of breath.

Dom was breathing hard now—she could see his chest rising and falling, could almost feel the force of will required to hold him in place. Her own need was a savage thing—a clawing in her stomach stronger than anything she’d ever felt before. Still, she stood and waited for his next command.

“Skirt,” he barked, his eyes holding hers for a single blistering instant, before returning to watch her fingers work. Standing half-naked, following orders from a man who was fully dressed and thoroughly aroused, so eager to see her naked he hadn’t bothered to take the short trip to the bedroom yet, Heidi had never felt more powerful in her entire life. Every molecule of Dom’s focus, his every thought and every desire at this moment were concentrated on her, and she freakin’ loved it. There was no room for doubt or embarrassment when he looked at her that way. Heidi braced her heels further apart and reached for the closure of her skirt.

The zipper made a scratching sound as she slowly, slowly slid it down, and she could practically feel his anticipation as he waited for the skirt to fall. She hesitated a moment, deliberately holding the fabric in place, waiting for him to notice and make eye contact, thrilled when he did. With a slow smile, she let the fabric go, and felt it pool at her feet.

“Panties… slowly.” His command had arousal spiraling in her belly, made her head light and her knees weak. Hooking her fingers into the waistband, she slowly peeled the last garment she wore down her body. Once the silk had reached her ankles, she stepped out and tossed the panties aside. With knees shaking harder, she reached a hand behind her to brace herself against the door, and waited for him to speak. But he seemed to have lost the ability. He was vibrating with tension, his hands splayed out on the wall behind him in an effort to hold himself back. She waited breathlessly for him to regain control.

She saw the moment he decided to abandon this game. With a harsh indrawn breath, he took a deliberate step toward her, and then another, like an animal hunting its prey—a man pushed to the limits of civility by arousal. His hands skimmed slowly up her hip to palm her breasts, then further around to her back… then suddenly spun her around so her nipples pressed against the shockingly cold door.

“Are you my good girl?” he demanded, his hands skimming up her sides to collect her wrists and pin them to her lower back.

“Yes,” she whispered without hesitation, her body pliant as she rested her cheek against the cool wood.

“But you misbehaved, Heidi,” he said severely.

“But I thought… I thought we would work everything out? I thought we agreed…” Her thoughts had scattered like dust spiraling through the air.

“That was later. This morning, Heidi,” he reminded her, his voice a heated whisper in her ear. “You said you’d consent to punishment. You agreed.”

Heidi moaned. She needed him to touch her. She needed him to kiss her. She needed… “Heidi,” he whispered, tugging her hair in way that was too firm to be playful. That tug seemed to free her from her stupor, while it resonated all the way to her womb.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, I agreed.” And she did. She wanted that punishment. She wanted his focus and his control and his need. She wanted him.

The first slap of his hand on her bottom was a shock. The second seemed to light a fuse connected directly to her clit. The third… the third had her pushing back against him, waiting for it eagerly. And then his hand was no longer spanking her, but rubbing her bottom with slow strokes that went lower and lower and built the fire into a conflagration.

“Oh, Dom, please,” she begged, beyond caring how desperate she sounded.

“You won’t walk away again…”

Jane Henry

Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

Maisy Archer

Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

“Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows: A Novel” by Balli Kaur Jaswal


Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows: A Novel

by Balli Kaur Jaswal

Genre: Literature & Fiction/Historical Fiction/Asian-American

A lively, sexy, and thought-provoking East-meets-West story about community, friendship, and women’s lives at all ages—a spicy and alluring mix of Together Tea and Calendar Girls.

Every woman has a secret life . . .

Nikki lives in cosmopolitan West London, where she tends bar at the local pub. The daughter of Indian immigrants, she’s spent most of her twenty-odd years distancing herself from the traditional Sikh community of her childhood, preferring a more independent (that is, Western) life. When her father’s death leaves the family financially strapped, Nikki, a law school dropout, impulsively takes a job teaching a “creative writing” course at the community center in the beating heart of London’s close-knit Punjabi community.

Because of a miscommunication, the proper Sikh widows who show up are expecting to learn basic English literacy, not the art of short-story writing. When one of the widows finds a book of sexy stories in English and shares it with the class, Nikki realizes that beneath their white dupattas, her students have a wealth of fantasies and memories. Eager to liberate these modest women, she teaches them how to express their untold stories, unleashing creativity of the most unexpected—and exciting—kind.

As more women are drawn to the class, Nikki warns her students to keep their work secret from the Brotherhood, a group of highly conservative young men who have appointed themselves the community’s “moral police.” But when the widows’ gossip offers shocking insights into the death of a young wife—a modern woman like Nikki—and some of the class erotica is shared among friends, it sparks a scandal that threatens them all.


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This is a Writer’s Worst Enemy

We all do it but it can be overcome! 😉


by Kassandra Carrillo

I don’t know about you, but if given two months to write something, whether it’s 2 pages or 20 pages, I wouldn’t be starting immediately. Nope, you’d find me procrastinating on the writing up until the last day or two, then scrambling to get it done. After a bit of panic, I’d finally go into total focus mode and bang it out just under the wire.

Why, why, why did I do this to myself?

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