Mob Mistress (The Bossman #2) by Renee Rose

 When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.

Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man

Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package -- a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.

Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?

Publisher’s Note: This book contains spanking, anal sex and hot scenes that may keep you up late reading.

Guest Review by: Miranda

Mob Mistress is book two in The Bossman Series by Renee Rose. These can be read as stand-alone but the characters from book one do make an appearance in book two so you will know parts of their story in reading out of order.

Ms. Rose has a good writing style. The scenes flow well and the transitions between H/h’s POVs is easy to follow. My only complaint really is that it sometimes feels rushed or like she had more to say, but held back — which could be because this is more a novella than a full-length novel. I love novellas, but when there are stories with a lot of twists and turns it can mean that the little details get missed along the way. It’s the nature of the beast, I suppose.

Bobby Manghini is a mobster. He likes his women submissive to his every desire and even though he takes good care of what’s his he doesn’t want more than a goomah. It’s convenient and keeps his sex life separate from his home life.

Lexi Tyler is down on her luck. Drowning in bills she finds herself considering a relationship with a man she would never have give the time of day. Is having a sugar daddy the solution to all of her problems or is it going to be too good to be true?

I really enjoyed this story. There is good chemistry between the characters and even though it’s insta-love there is enough development in the relationship that it doesn’t feel forced. The smutty parts are off the charts hot hot hot… and the spankings… more please!!

All in all, this is a three star read for me based on storyline and four wet panties for the smut factor. If you are looking for a good sexy book, this one is definitely for you. I’ll be looking forward to reading more from Renee Rose.

(Warning: If you do not enjoy reading books with domestic discipline and sexual submission this book will not appeal to you. Normally, I wouldn’t leave a warning, but the spankings in this book are intense and are used for punishment in some instances.)

This is a pretty quick read with some very hot sex/bedroom scenes.  Even though it is Book #2 in the author’s Bossman Series, it does well as a stand-alone.

Lexi is about to get evicted – from her apartment and her job. In over her head with medical bills from a car accident, her best friend suggests she look for a Sugar Daddy to pay for everything. Thinking she is kidding, Lexi agrees to meet Bobby when Gina wants to introduce them.

Bobby works in construction, but uses his business to help out the “Family”.  His line of work and the fact that he has a set of nineteen year old twin girls doesn’t allow him to bring girls home. His last sugar baby didn’t work out, so he likes what he sees when he meets Lexi.

After one hot round of sex, Bobby offers Lexi the arrangement of her dreams. The only catch is that she has to be available to him anytime, anyplace, and any way he wants.

The sex scenes are definitely HOT and the story is pretty good. There is a lot of spanking in this book, which is Bobby’s kink. While it’s not my thing, it did add to the couple’s relationship, creating conflict and a catalyst to either move forward or end things.

While I enjoyed this book, it wasn’t a wow one for me. 

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Death Came Calling by Donald Webb

When Katsuro Tanaka starts digging into the mysterious death of a prominent California lawyer, bodies begin piling up. Even though it has been two years since Tanaka left the police force, after the brutal slaughter of his spouse, Patrick, he still feels responsible for Patrick’s death, and suffers from bouts of depression and anxiety. His involvement in this case threatens to derail his fragile recovery. As he delves deeper into the lawyer’s death, tension escalates between him and his handsome lover. Discouraged, he all but throws in the towel, but when the antagonist threatens his young son, his raging anger spurs him into action.

A Katsuro Tanaka mystery.

Review for Death Came Calling by Donald Webb

Book provided by publisher for honest review.

Death Came Calling by Donald Webb is a M/M mystery/thriller. I normally can really get into a good mystery, but this one for me came up lacking. First of all, I gave up at about 75% into this book. There isn’t one specific thing I can put my finger on to explain why the storyline didn’t work for me, more a bunch of small things that kept me from connecting to the characters.

The book has a lot of potential, but fell short. I never really connected with the MC a couple times there was a “dang that sucks” moment, but despite the fact that he lost his partner and was in grave danger I couldn’t get above luke warm for him. Also, his name was a bit of a distraction, I kept calling him “Guy” in my head as I read. I really wanted to love this book because I have found M/M to be my newest favorite subgenre in romance and I was excited to see how that translates to other genres.

Even though I didn’t finish the book, I do recognize the author’s potential and can see what he was going for with the book so it gets TWO stars from me instead of the standard DNF 1 Star.

Review by MJ for Crystal’s Many Reviewers.

   

The Billionaire Banker Tour Stop!

Title: The Billionaire BankerGenre: Romance/EroticaAuthor: Georgia Le CarrePublisher: Georgia Le CarreFormat: eBook

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When Lana Bloom learns the devastating news that her mother is dying, she is faced with a terrible dilemma.  The one thing that can save her is the one thing she does not have.  For young and innocent Lana, the unthinkable becomes her only choice.

But when she walks through the door of that exclusive restaurant she has no idea of the seismic shift her life is about to take, for the highest bidder will not be the rich man she has accompanied.  Fate drops her at the feet of the deeply mysterious and dazzlingly gorgeous American banker, Blake Law Barrington.  Throbbing with raw masculinity and arrogance, this is a man who owns all that he pursues.

And now he wants her.

 

The Billionaire Banker by Georgia Le Carre is a bit of a This Man-Fifty Shades of Grey-Fire After Dark mixture to it… without the BDSM aspects. Outrageously rich, sex in Italian leather shoes, bossy man.. Sweet, innocent, and beyond poor good girl who is prepared to do the most unimaginable things in order to save her mother.

I instantly liked Lana, even if she was a bit too naïve. I suppose I am a bit like the handsome Blake in the fact that I am jaded against thinking that such naivety can survive in this world. But Lana proves time and time again that while she is sheltered and innocent she is also unassuming and brave in her own way.

Blake was pretty much exactly like I expected; spoiled rich boy who was used to getting his way in all things. Just like many of the characters like his in other books he has the “she-won’t-get-to-me-I’m-cold-as-ice” attitude. (We all know exactly how these things end.) There wasn’t anything outrageously exciting about his character. There are a few things of his lifestyle that were interesting, I would have liked to know a bit more about some aspects of the world he is accustomed to. 

The character development was alright. Really, for me the star of the book was Lana’s best friend Bill. I loved her fierce loyalty and her spunk. I could have used a whole lot more of her in the book. Also, we have Lana’s mum. It was hard not to have a soft spot for her because you know her influence is what raised such an unassumingly sweet woman.

Overall, the book is a good read. There are several places that were a bit choppy in the storyline and the timeline was pretty specific in that the agreement was for a length of time, yet the author never really pinpointed how much time had passed nor how much time was left so it was a bit “wait, what?” when something would happen that had several weeks’ worth of time passing. The smutty parts of the book are pretty hot. I won’t say they are the hottest I have read, but these are surely not your Grammies Harlequins. One thing I will give HUGE props to this author for is she wrote a semi-realistic virgin deflowering scene. No screaming orgasms and it feels SOOO amazing. Nope, it hurt like a bitch and she cried. He freaked a bit and left awkwardly. Basically, it sums up more than half of the deflowering stories I’ve heard from my friends over the years.

The Billionaire Banker gets 3.5 stars for storyline and 3.5 stars for smut. I look forward to reading the next book in the series, I know the author will find her own in this new genre and will just get better and better!

Rupert directs his astonished, vicious eyes at Lana’s. ‘You offered yourself to him too?’

Lana stares mutely at Rupert. His eyes move derisively, hatefully over her. She feels herself cringe.

‘Does he know how much you charge?’

‘Do you doubt I will be able to afford her?’ asks Blake.

Rupert shrivels the way a leech that has had salt thrown on it does. ‘This is why you invited me here, isn’t it?’

‘Yes.’

‘What a joke!’ he taunts, but his jibe lacks any real bite. ‘The great Barrington can’t find his own whore. He has to steal mine.’

‘I didn’t steal her,’ Blake notes reasonably. ‘I just offered to pay more.’

Rupert’s eyes bulge, bug-like. ‘She’s just a cheap bloody tart. I’ve just finger-fucked her out there,’ he taunts maliciously, jerking his dandruff-laden head in the direction of the door.

Lana feels Blake’s hand tighten around her waist. ‘Consider it an unearned freebie, then,’ he says quietly, but there is warning in the calm words. A warning that is not lost on Rupert. The air becomes tight with tension. Lana looks from one man to the other. It is like watching two lions fighting for supremacy. But her body knows which lion she wants to win this fight.

Rupert shrugs. He knows he’d be a fool to go against a Barrington. He has much to lose. ‘If you think I’m going to fight over her you’re mistaken. Have her.’

He turns on his heel and leaves.

Blake lets go of Lana. She realizes she is trembling. She leans against the desk, hating herself, but unable to stop—nothing is more important than the money—she asks, ‘Did you mean it about the money?’

What Blake thought and experienced when he saw Lana being mauled by the despicable Rupert Lothian?

        I should have known then.

        Who was I kidding? Just sex?  With her?  That would never be enough.   

       This girl was the siren, the temptress that my father had warned me about.  The one that had been specially chosen to bring me to my knees.  But at that moment I was the proverbial moth flying helplessly towards the flame. I guess, I just wanted her light, more than I wanted anything else... 

      The brute had her pinned against a wall, his big body completely hiding her from my view.  Must have only been minutes, but it was like a lifetime watching that broad back and thick neck.  I had to fight the instinct to go over.  Break them up.  But I am a strategist, a man who knows when to pounce, how to exploit an opportunity.  Not yet.  Soon.  Lose a battle to win the war.

       A woman came and wrapped herself around me. She laid her perfectly manicured red fingernails on the lapels of my jacket and smiled slyly.  I glanced down at her and shuddered.  I hate it when women I don’t fancy throw themselves at me.  At that precise moment Lothian moved his thick body away and I saw Lana. Flattened against the wall, her face white, mascara streaking down her face, and her lips already beginning to swell.

      Our eyes met.

      Fuck me, I looked into her shocked, defenceless eyes, and I did not feel lust!  I did not want to take and use and discard as I had done with all the others.  The only thing I registered in my body was the unfamiliar need to protect.  Not myself but her.  That same sensation I had experience once a long time ago as a young boy, when I had come across an injured baby bird.  It had fallen out of its nest.  I had scooped it in my cupped hands and warmed it inside my jacket.  After it died that evening I never again experienced that sensation. Until now.

      Stunned by my own reaction I watched as she ran out of the room on those ridiculously high shoes of hers.  And the dirty looks she got.  You should have seen them.  You’d have thought she stank.  I despised my kind then.

     In the corridor I saw her lurch unsteadily towards the powder room. 

    After a few minutes I made my excuses and went to wait for her in the corridor.  What the fuck was I doing?  But the rational, thinking Blake had gone numb.  And another part, a secret part of me that I never let out, that I refused to even acknowledge, had come out and taken over.  I crossed my arms and lounged against the wall. 

      When she came out, I almost did not recognise her.  Underneath the layer of badly applied make-up she had the face of a schoolgirl.  Hell, she better not be under-aged.  That would be all my plans down the toilet.  I straightened and waited for her to come up to me.  She was no longer crying.  Her head was held high and those indescribably turquoise eyes were proud and flashing, and she would have walked right past me too, if I had not raised a detaining finger.

Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees. When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights. And often with the man of her dreams.

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Mine Tour Stop!

“I will do anything to make her MINE.” —Remington Tate 
In the international bestseller REAL, the unstoppable bad boy of the Underground fighting circuit finally met his match. Hired to keep him in prime condition, Brooke Dumas unleashed a primal desire in Remington “Remy” Tate as vital as the air he breathes . . . and now he can’t live without her. 
Brooke never imagined she would end up with the man who is every woman’s dream, but not all dreams end happily ever after, and just when they need each other the most, Brooke is torn away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.

Mine. Where should I start with this review? Well, I suppose I should tell you that if you haven’t read book one Real yet you should do that prior to reading book two. Mine starts out right where Real ends… and thank goodness for that because I wouldn’t have wanted to miss a minute of the story between Remy and Brooke. If it’s even possible the author took an already amazing story and made it better. I loved Real. It was sexy, angst ridden, with a dash of mystery, and a whole ton of drama. Mine is a whole ton of sexy, so much angst tissues are needed, and more drama than I would have ever guessed one book could have.

The character development is spot on, the author didn’t lose any of the momentum that she set up in book one. That is a feat that many authors can’t accomplish. If anything she actually took all of her characters to the next level… especially Remy and Brooke. Several of the secondary characters were expanded upon too which was nice, I loved getting to know them better.

*Mild spoiler for BOOK ONE REAL coming, skip to last paragraph if you haven’t read it yet*

When Mine starts out you are totally excited that Brooke and Remy have gotten their relationship back on track. They are completely and totally consumed with each other, maybe even more so than they were in the beginning. Brooke better understands Remy’s condition and is prepared to be there for him through good days, speedy days, and black days too. They are determined to make their relationship work, but for the famous Remington Tate drama is never far behind. The demons of their past refuse to stay there and Brooke is forced to deal with the repercussions of writing her Dear Remy letter in ways that she never expected.

*** SPOILERS OVER***

Remy is the most alpha of all BBFs and my personal number one. I can’t get enough of Riptide! He might be a serious ass kicking underground fighter, but he is also sweet, loving, gentle, loyal to a fault, and sensitive. There are a whole slew of descriptive words I could use to explain how sexy he is, but I’m sure you’ve already figured that one out since he is my number one BBF. Mine gets a full FIVE stars from this book whore. I absolutely cannot wait to read more from this series. Both Real and Mine are on my very short list of books to read again.

Review written by Miranda from Mommy’s a Book Whore for Crystal’s Many Reviewers.

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Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you!

  

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