Alpha Bully

I recommend as enjoyable! Hero is mortified to realize that the helpless soul he tormented for years is his mate…Who doesn’t want him to touch her and is terrified of being anywhere around him. Fortunately she’s far more forgiving than yours truly, otherwise the old ash-and-sackcloth routine would never have worked. A very sweet brain-stem read! *requiring no thought*

Alpha Bully by Sam Crescent

Alpha Bully

Favorite Quote:
Jack looked through each picture. “She’s always close to you, and I know it’s not because she tried to either. I remember half of these pictures, and she did everything to stay away from us.”
Cruel to our mate.
Marshall rubbed his chest, wishing there was something he could do or say to himself that would take away this heartache, but there was nothing.

Music that the story reminded me of:


Natural Law

I recommend as enjoyable! The alpha hero, a bedroom beta, is hunting a murdering Dom. The heroine, who knows a strapping buck when she sees one, cuffs him to her instead…after tying him down and driving him over, so far over, the edge that if he wasn’t, the retribution…well, check out the last sex scene to see what he would do. Only when he gets shot by the perpetrator does he truly learn who owns his mind, body, and soul.

Natural Law by Joey W. Hill

Natural Law

Favorite Quote:
She wasn’t fooled by his charm. Something dangerous was brewing around that one. There was a misconception, sometimes even among new staff, that male subs were shy, non-aggressive wimps who wanted a woman to beat on them. The high-powered ones could be as possessive as any alpha Dom, and though she thought his story would likely check out, he was too focused on little Violet. Green or not, she’d caught his attention.
“Good for you, girl,” Mariah murmured. “He’s going to be a handful and a half.”

For some extra fun, go to page 166 and listen to this song

Not the Man She Thought

I recommend as Enjoyable! Heroine with dubious social skills and absolutely no common sense decides to hitch a ride on a freighter. Why? Because a boyfriend (*married*) got her in the sack by pretending to be a fiance. And that’s the high point. The captain (hero) and crew waste time, resources, and energy dealing with every single foreseeable screw-up she makes. The hero gets off on spanking bad monkeys at least, so the reader gets plenty of satisfaction every time he comes to her rescue. And once visa versa; her only redeemable quality is that she’s not stupid.

Not the Man She Thought by Paige Tyler

Not the Man She Thought

Favorite Quote:
Laken backed into the desk behind her, “I have nothing to say to you.”
He raised a brow, “Not even a simple ‘thank you’ for coming to your rescue back there?”
She lifted her chin, “I told you, I can take care of myself.”
“Like hell,” he growled, “If I hadn’t come looking for you, you’d have had half the men in the saloon between your legs by now, with the other half waiting to take their turn.”
She knew he was right, but he didn’t have to be so vulgar about it, “You’re disgusting.”

Sinful Breeding Lessons: Bred by Her Pastor

Awesome…for anyone experienced in hypocritical church leadership. So with that caveat, allow me to drag you into my warped sense of humor and what makes this story truly inspired! Anyone remember that AWKWARD moment when Robertson and Watts dragged their ISSUES with sex out within the context of religion relieving the faithful of pornographic addictions? Look (watch youtube clip below) at how Robertson is just loving this moment as Watts squirms uncomfortably and how the topic won’t be released until he’s satisfied and how delightful and detailed he goes into the sin of pornographic…addiction.

So as you watch that, read the following quotes from “Bred by Her Paster” and…(there’s the facial expression I was looking for! Hahahhahahhahahhahhahahha!)

Sinful Breeding Lessons: Bred by Her Pastor by Arthur T Mitchell

Bred by Her Pastor

She squeaked in surprise when the Pastor’s lips hit hers.

“That aching magnetism you feel between your thighs, crackling across each cell? That’s what the Lord provides to draw you into me, to bring your precious womb to my seed.”

“Yes, Pastor. I would love to take your lessons. What do I need to do?”

“Do you know, Susie, what these are really for?” His hands shot out, landing on her breasts.

“Lord, please bless me with your power to minister to her properly. None of this can happen without your all seeing will, filling breast and bone with vital strength, just as you desire…”

On the wall across from the wide bed, another huge cross glowed in the dim light, just like the one in his office.

“Tonight, your twenty years of chastity are going to end. I won’t be gentle and I won’t use condoms, sweet Susie. Tonight is your first lesson in breeding, our holiest duty. ”

The leather belt he held cracked in the air. He quickly made a loop and slid it over her wrists.

She watched in amazement as a thin trickle of clear liquid spilled out the little hole in the top [of his penis].

“My body’s oil,” he explained. “Let this christen you and fuel your fire. Prepare a place inside you for me, girl. Prepare to receive my seed from this scepter, just as God has planned.”

“This is God’s will.”

“Thank you, Pastor. I’ll take this – and every gift – with nothing but my deepest gratitude.”


I recommend as enjoyable! Law enforcement heroine goes undercover to dig up information on missing women from the intergalactic wrestling circuit…as a wrestler…against human/alien hybrids. Yeah, it’s like watching Kirk constantly getting his ass handed to him by a red/blue/green alien in Star Trek. The half beast-human hero would much prefer that she complete the circuit in his bed rather than in medical or awaiting medical clearance for another ass-whooping. Drives him nuts, really. Then he finds out she’s not who she says she is…and well, pre-spat sex and post-mission sex takes the edge off. Barely.

Rage (Galactic Cage Fighters) by K.D. Jones


Favorite Quote:
Then he got his hands on her. He elevated his hips and rotated her over, landing her on her back. He mounted her, pulling her arms up over her head and wedging his lower half against hers.
“Match over, Rachel,” his voice was thick with desire.