Across The Hall by Kylie Walker
Date of Publication: February 24, 2016
Date of Publication: February 2, 2016
RC Boldt’s Teach Me series gives us a closer look at just how thin the line is between love and hate …
Fifth grade social studies teacher, Laney Kavanaugh, is no stranger to being left behind – her father taught her that at a young age. That’s why she always has her eyes wide open when it comes to men. She’s determined she will never again be the one left behind. She doesn’t let sex blur what they’re really doing; it’s always just sex.
Zachariah Mayson, fifth grade writing and English teacher, has been the bane of Laney’s existence from the moment they met at their shared elementary school. She can’t stand him. He gets under her skin like no other and is always utterly obnoxious in his attempts–and successes– in getting a rise out of her.
Until the wedding.
The night of their friends’ wedding, Laney gives in to a moment of melancholy, knowing she’ll never be able to let her guard down enough to let a guy close, let alone someday get married. She and Zach end up having the hottest night she’d ever experienced, showing her another side of him, a softer, sweeter one he’d hidden from her until now. Because now, he hoped she was finally ready to “see” him.
But when you’ve always guarded yourself against falling in love, can you let go of the past in order to embrace the future?
RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the coast of North Carolina but dreams of relocating to a tropical island. When she’s not writing, she can be found daydreaming of relocating to a tropical island, at the beach, going running with her family (and contemplating *gently* tossing her daughter out of the jogging stroller to reduce weight resistance), singing karaoke, harassing her husband or relaxing with a good book. And, let’s be honest. Most of those activities listed probably include wine or a good microbrew. Except for the running. In that case, the drinks come afterward. 🙂
What the hell do you–” He stopped mid-rant as his eyes fell on who was standing on his doorstep.
Laney looked mad as hell … and never more beautiful. With anger flashing in her hazel eyes and lips pressed thin, red and kissable. And that dress she wore? Oh, hell. It had taunted him the entire time they had been at The Turtle. Just for the simple fact that it accentuated the curves on the body he’d had his hands on, mouth on, lips on just a few days prior.
“What the hell do I want, you ask?” she snarled at him as she shoved past him to enter the house, pushing the door shut behind her with a loud thunk. “Oh, I’m so glad you asked. I want to know what the hell was with that gift. The one you shoved at me.” Her volume increased, her words forceful, demanding. “Why did you give me that gift?”
She was upset because he gave her a nice gift? Fuck that.
“Because it made me think of you!” he practically screamed. He watched Laney’s eyes go wide, lips parting in shock or disbelief, he wasn’t sure which. They stood there, staring at each other, fiery gazes clashing.
He wasn’t sure who moved first, but one minute they were having their angry standoff and the next, their bodies collided, lips meeting in a kiss filled with a fierceness, tongues warring. Knocking into the wall before he righted them as they pulled off articles of clothing, they made their way down the hallway to his room. Leaving a trail of her flip flops, sweater, dress, panties, bra, and his pants in their wake, they made it to his bedroom.
Zach pulled his lips from hers. “Just one night, again, Kavanaugh?” He heard the slight bite in his tone.
Her eyes searching his, she quietly answered, “Just one night. Again.”
Hearing her repeat the words, he felt like there was a massive weight on his chest, making it difficult to breath.
Oh, he would give her one night, all right.
His mouth slammed down on hers, devouring her, tasting her deeply. Having her curves pressed against him made him nearly weak in the knees at how right it felt to have her in his arms.
It’s only for one more night.
Those words haunted him and he slid his fingers into her hair, tugging her head back to tilt it, moving his lips to her throat.
One “Ice Queen” socialite and one “Bad Boy” rocker make this a fun, steamy and sexy read. I cannot wait for Mal’s book.
Ricki Hamilton is secretly in charge of a sex club that caters the Hollywood’s elite. Axle Hawke is the bad boy front man of one of the hottest new rock bands. These two seem to be polar opposites, but each has something the other needs; they just don’t know it yet.
When they first meet it is an instant attraction, and just gets steamier from there. I really liked each of these characters overall, but the first sex scenes were lacking something for me. Maybe it was because it went from zero to one hundred in less than 5 seconds, or if it was the way she immediately submitted to him. The sex was hot and the dom thing was hot, but there was just something that I couldn’t connect to with their relationship. It was insta-love and over the top lust all the way. It was still a fun story that got more emotional and engaging as the book went on. I enjoyed the later parts of the book where they talk to each other about their relationship instead of bailing or running away at every opportunity.
Overall I liked the story, but it was only a 3.5 for me. I couldn’t click with these characters and for some reason Axle’s dom made it harder for me to connect to the story. I will say that I am looking forward to the next book, with the hot British band mate Mal. From the little snippet in the back I have a feeling he is gonna be very sexy.
A review copy was provided by Rockstar Lit PR for an honest review.
Date of Publication: January 26, 2016
When the rich and famous come out to play, nothing is off-limits . . .
Everyone knows Ricki Hamilton as the icy heiress living in a billion-dollar mansion, high up in the Hollywood Hills. But few realize that behind the gilded gates, Ricki is the mistress of LA’s most exclusive private club. A place where no fantasy is forbidden and no one goes unsatisfied-except for Ricki. If she had her way, she’d leave the business behind . . . until she meets the one man with the power to change her mind.
The hottest rock star in the world, Axel Hawke, has the requisite sexy look and bad-boy reputation. Yet even his biggest fans have no clue just how decadently dangerous he can be. From the moment he meets Ricki, he knows there is no other woman who will satisfy him. He can feel the heat hiding beneath her cool demeanor and he’s determined to stoke her flame.
Together Ricki and Axel indulge their every desire. The deeper they go, the more she craves. Submitting to Axel opens her eyes, and for the first time Ricki knows exactly what she wants. All she has to do is take it . . .
Book Two of The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy
Date of Publication: December 29, 2015
My reasons are my own, but the last thing I expected was to feel owned.
I may have taken vows, but I’m still determined to be me.
Now his rules are taking over my world, but I’m not the kind of girl to just obey.
There’s only one problem: I might actually be falling for him…
I have no idea how this marriage is going to go, but holding onto a piece of myself while succumbing to
his dirty pleasures is shaping up to be the ride of a lifetime.
I’ve got a big dick and an even bigger bank account. That’s pretty much where my bio ends.
Honestly, I don’t need to say anything else. I’ve just sold 99% of women on going home with me.
Do I sound like an asshole to you?
That’s because I am.
And guess what? It works for me just fine.
Or at least it did.
Until I met her.
Books talk about sparks flying. Fuck that shit. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel.
Or maybe just straight up napalm.
Only one problem.
She wouldn’t tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest fucking night of my life.
Now I’ve had a taste of unicorn pussy–the sweetest, rarest of all pussy–and I need it again.
So what’s an asshole to do?
I took this problem to the street. A missed connection gone viral.
And when I find her? I’m keeping her.
I love saying those words.
She’s mine, and if she thinks I’m going to let her run without tracking her down and bringing her back to
where she belongs–with me–then she’s about to be introduced to a new reality.
Because I’ll fight dirty to give her the happily ever after she deserves.