Review: Stand by T. Gephart @givemebooksblog @tinagephart

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Title: Stand
Series: Black Addiction #3
Author: T. Gephart
Genre: Rock Star Romance
Release Date: June 27, 2016
Good times didn’t last forever. While Beth Hart had enjoyed being the sometimes girlfriend of Max Reynolds—the hot bass player for Black Addiction—she knew it would never be more than a casual fling. He was destined for greatness, and she cared too much to hold him back. So, before she lost her heart and her sanity, she said goodbye to the Bronx, moved to Manhattan and left her party-girl days in the past—along with Max.

Nothing made Max happier than being a success in his own right. And in the last few years, he and his band had well and truly earned it. Moving to the city and enjoying the spoils of his new lifestyle made perfect sense, and he loved his new address. It wasn’t his new huge penthouse apartment that got him excited; it was his new neighbor. The one girl he regretted letting go—Beth.

He wanted her back and would do anything to make it happen. Hopefully it wasn’t too late. 

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Max has always been in the background having key roles in the first two books in the series. Stand allows us to get inside his head after the changes that have happened over the course of the series that have influence and changed his life along with his family and friends.

Now the lone single member of the band and now an upcoming rock star . He is looking for a new place now that Joey is happy married man and wants a bigger place to now that has the cash to spend. Unaware that going to Ivy , Joey’s sister that his past and present is going to collide in the form of Beth Hart.

Beth Hart was the one that got away so to speak, his own and off girl since he was eighteen they broke things off when Beth decided that she didn’t want to be that girl. The girl that who held him back  and  wrecked his life. It was tough decision given her feelings for Max and her friendship with the others. She walked out of the band lives with out a glance just as they got that break three years ago .

Until  Ivy pushes Max on to Beth by relieving her current location and  forcing them to reconnect as friends. However it clear as day that they are met to be together. They may be old and wiser , but the feelings are still there and Max is willing to do anything that she isn’t that woman.

Stand is the right way to finish the series. With a strong declaration of love and getting inside Max’s head as he tries to win back his woman. He had his fair share of problems in a round about way thanks to his connections to Alison  and  this book reaffirmed what the man he was .

He was ready for love even if wasn’t read to delve on it. Beth was the perfect catalyst to show that he could have both and  that she could be  her and not worry about it.  Beth was the perfect foil for him. She was smart but knew how to have a great time  and I loved the late introduction of her and her friends into the series. I dope hope this means another  series that is connected to this world.

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Prologue – Beth


It was the calm before the storm.
Neither of us had spoken about it last night, both too caught up in each other to care what it all meant. He was irresistible and I saw no reason to fight the urge. No matter how many times we drifted apart, we always seemed to end up back together. Maybe it was sheer magnetism, maybe it was his amazing smile? Or maybe it was his delicious well-toned body that did amazing things to mine? It could have been any of those reasons, but mostly it was because of the way he made me feel.
Some of my best memories featured the man sleeping soundly beside me. And it wasn’t even about the sex, although . . . yeah, his talents weren’t only restricted to the stage. There was just something about him. Something bigger than what he already was, and I knew living in the Bronx and working at Staples wasn’t his destiny.
Sadly, neither was I.
International rock sensation Power Station had seen it too, signing up Black Addiction—Max’s band—to be their support act for a huge stadium tour. They’d already wowed the crowds at Madison Square Garden, the other crowds would follow too and then the world would see what I already knew.
Max Reynolds was a rock star.
We’d taken a break from each other around three months ago. No messy break up, no drama—just our lives taking us in different directions. It wasn’t a new thing for us, and in some ways, it just worked. But last night wasn’t us getting back together; last night was something else entirely.
His eyes were shut tight as he slept, completely unaware as I watched him. His perfect lips parted just slightly as the air whistled past. And I knew this would be the last time we could do this; at some point we’d stop the revolving door.
“Hey.” He slid open an eye, his trademark panty-melting grin not far behind. “You’re awake. Feeling okay?”
“Yep, I know better than to try and keep up with you and your band.” I couldn’t help but smile back. “How about you? You had a pretty serious commitment with that bottle of Jäger.” Don’t know why I asked; I’d never seen him rocking the next morning regret like most of us did.
“Never felt better.” He smirked, his fingers trailing up my side, tickling my skin until they reached my breast. His talented fingers palmed me, hinting that he had other things on his mind other than his lack of hangover. “And my only commitment last night was pleasing you. So, tell me . . . how did I do?”
God, he was smooth.
He had this uncanny ability to make you feel like you were the only woman in the room, like nothing else mattered, and even if I knew it was temporary, I loved it.
“I think you got all the confirmation you needed last night.” I grinned as I nestled into his side. “If you want your ego stroked, you’ll have to go elsewhere.”
“That’s not what I want you to stroke, Beth,” he whispered into my ear, his voice loaded with suggestion.
“I should probably go.” It’s not that I didn’t want to stay, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know where this would end up. Sleep was not part of that equation.
“Why? Stay in bed with me.” His muscular, inked arms caged me against his body, the heat between us having nothing to do with the temperature in the room. “I’m almost positive you won’t regret it.”
I wouldn’t regret it.
I never would.
But in my heart I knew that this was the end of the road for the two of us. And as much as I wanted to keep going by his side, he had to walk it alone. How much longer could I stay? A week, a month, a year? He needed to be single. Free to do whatever he wanted to do when that spotlight finally hit him and not wonder if it would have been different without a girlfriend ball-and-chain. I wouldn’t be the source of anyone’s regrets, not least someone as special as Max. He was on the cusp of something great, and I cared too much to hold him back.
“You need sleep, you have a show tonight.” My hands moved over his chest. “We both know if I stay, there will be no sleep.” I tried in vain to free myself from his arm prison, my attempt laughable as he pulled me closer.
“Sleep’s overrated.” The words vibrated against my ear as I closed my eyes and remembered the moment. The one that would be the last time in his arms.
“You might not be dealing with a hangover, but you can’t outrun fatigue. Sleep and I’ll see you when you get back in town.”
It was a lie, an easy one to tell, knowing that when he came back things would be different. We would be different, and I think deep down he knew it was goodbye.
“Beth.” His lips pressed against the back of my neck, my short black hair offering me little protection as his hot breath defied logic and gave me goose bumps. “We’ll always end up like this, you and me.”
Not always, not anymore.
I didn’t dare say it. More because I didn’t want to hear it even though I knew it was the right thing to do.
“You going to let me go?” I asked, his arms showing no sign of releasing me
“For now.” He kissed my neck before loosening his hold and allowing me to sit up.
“You’re going to do great on this tour; this is what you’ve been waiting for.” I didn’t have to even force the smile on my face, I was genuinely happy for him. “Your life is about to change.”
“Whatever happens, happens.” His arms flexed and anchored at the back of his neck. “I’m still going to be me, that won’t ever change.”
“Good.” I fished my T-shirt from the edge of the bed and threw it over my head. “And I’ll be your biggest fan.” It was an easy promise to make; being supportive was something that I planned to continue. And something I could do even if it wasn’t by his side.
“Just promise you won’t get all weird and start stealing my underwear to sell on eBay.” He watched me as I slid on my own and grabbed my jeans from the floor.
“So, I should put back the pair I have stuffed into my purse?” I turned back to face him as I pulled up my jeans, batting my eyes seductively for effect.
I hadn’t actually stolen a pair of his boxer briefs, but it was easier than the inevitable so-this-is-where-it-ends that needed to happen.
“Call me, Beth.” He didn’t hesitate, his eyes looking directly into mine. It was as if he already knew that I probably wouldn’t but wouldn’t push the issue either. It was a weird stalemate, so much left unsaid, but all those words not spoken completely understood.
“See ya, Max.” I allowed myself one last look at him before scooping up my shoes and shuffling out of the room. The door closed behind me giving me a resting place for a second before I walked out of his house.
We both needed this. It wasn’t just for him; this was for me too. Together neither of us would reach our full potential, and we owed each other that. I was more than just a bass player’s girlfriend. I was more than a girl with tattoos, funky hair and a short skirt. If I stayed . . . he was too easy to fall in love with.
There was no sadness when I left; my heart wasn’t breaking. I was excited about what the future held for both of us and while I’d miss him, someday we would both be thankful.
In time we would both move on, and hopefully when he thought of me, he’d remember good things.
I would always, when I thought of him.


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T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.T’s approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.

With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.

While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have traveled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley, the wonder dog.

An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident and who didn’t lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. T set herself the challenge to write something that was interesting, compelling and yet easy enough to read that was still enjoyable. Pulling from her own past “colorful” experiences and the amazing personalities she has surrounded herself with, she had no shortage of inspiration. With a strong slant on erotic fiction, her core characters are empowered women who don’t have to sacrifice their femininity. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn’t let it go.

T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colorful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey – she is well and truly enjoying the ride!

Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.

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Review: Brutal Discoveries by Kasey Milstead @givemebooksblog @kaseymillstead

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Title: Brutal Discoveries
Author: Kasey Millstead
Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 27, 2016


South Glenn Maximum Security prison wasn’t for the faint at heart.  The inmates weren’t there because they stole some cookies from the cookie jar.

They were serial murderers.



The worst of the worst.

It was at South Glenn that ‘Sweet Treats’ bakery owner, Scarlett Everett met two men who would change her life. Damon Salt was a man serving life without parole that she was paired with for a volunteer program called Friends for Lifers.

Prison guard Aden West was tall and tanned with indigo eyes and a strong jaw smattered with dark hair. Just a hint of what promised to be a sleeve of tattoos peeked out from the cuff of his button-down shirt, which combined with his buzz cut, gave him a bad boy edge Scarlett didn’t know she was attracted to until she stood there trying the catch the breath he took away. 

One had the power to destroy her heart, the other had the power to destroy her life as she knew it.


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Milstead is one of my go to Aussie authors, I always know that she will deliver a book that I will love to pieces and will be totally different from the last book. She loves to keep readers on the toes dipping her feet into a number of genres and  delivering books that you won’t forget in a hurry.

In her latest novel Brutal Discoveries,  Milstead weaves a story of secrets and more as introduces us to her latest characters.  Scarlet a twenty nine year old bakery owner  of Sweet Treats who decides to get out of her comfort zone and volunteer for an organisation. However it is no ordinary organisers and this where the stories take shapes .

She decides to volunteer for ‘ Friends or Lifers’ a prison program connecting members of the community with lifers and gives inmates a chance to listening ear and  some companionship and happens to be paird up with a lifer called Damon Salt at South Glenn Maximum Security Prison.

A man who has committed numerous unforgiving crimes who could be an unsub from a Criminal Minds episode. A man with  sad past that shaped him to become a monster taunted by the sins of his parents which drove him to rage.

Now  he sits in the four walls of prison reminded of what he did  every waking and sleeping moment.  Is he a man defined by his issues or is there more to this man ?

Forming a bond with Scarlett isn’t pretty. Damon doesn’t hold back as he tells the sorry tale of his life. He opens up in detail to Scarlett sharing his life and warning her of what lies inside of him via his journal entries in graphic details. He challenging her every thought about things and  Scarlett can be help but be caught up in his story.

Unaware he isn’t the only one who has notice her and is determined to be in her life through her work in the prison. Injecting himself in the right moment just as this novel gets too gritty   However he got his secrets and whilst they aren’t deep as Damon they still hold a punch.

Aden West we soon come to know is a prison guard in the prison. However he is the #hottie to the girls of the Sweet Treats, the man who  frequents the bakery daily  with seemingly bad manners.  Like Damon he holds a piece of Scarlett, in  a very different way  and soon the story become entwined as we watch these characters deal with  everyday life peppered with secrets that can lead to discoveries that can make or destroy lives

Time is ticking but  who  is going to do what?

Milstead mix of sweet and dark grittness make this book a treat that kept giving .It the sort of read I  want with out going  over the top. It is cruel but intentions are clear. This story isn’t going to be just a straight supense story or straight love story. It about all types of love and how they can be brutally destroying or brutally honest which is balanced beautifully in this book.





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I took a deep breath and walked into the reasonably sized office.  I heard Jane close the door behind me, and for the first time, I looked across the room to the desk in front of the window, to find Aden fucking West sitting there looking contemplative and relaxed. 
What the hell?
“Scarlett,” he greeted formally.  “Take a seat.”
“No, thank you, I’d rather stand,” I snipped as my hands went to my hips and I glared at him. 
His lips twitched and my eyes dropped to glare those too, before I quickly looked back up to his now-twinkling blue depths.
“Is this about the cookies?” I questioned, throwing attitude. 
“No, although I’m wondering why you gave them all to Salt, and didn’t save any for me,” he commented casually. Bastard.
“You can come into my bakery and buy your own damn cookies,” I muttered. 
He stood and rounded his desk.  Before I had time to process that, he was prowling toward me.  I took one step back, quickly followed by two more, then my back hit the wall behind me just as Aden caged me in, his palms flat against the wall beside my head, his nose just inches from my own as he leaned down to look me in the eyes.  The scent of his cologne invaded my senses and my mind swam for a second before I pulled myself together. 
“You wouldn’t give me a chance to explain, so now I’m taking that chance,” he informed me.  My hands went to his stomach and I took a second to admire how rock hard his was.  Like a freaking brick wall of flesh! 
Then I shoved him while growling, “Get back.”  Of course he didn’t move an inch from my shove, and he just leaned in closer.
“Scarlett,” he warned.
“Get back,” I repeated on a snap, combined with another shove.
“Listen to me, dammit,” he clipped.  He moved his hips imperceptibly closer, close enough for me to feel the heat from his powerful body, but not so close I could actually feel him. 
“What do you want?” I whispered.
“A chance to explain,” he murmured back, using that soft sweet voice that has the ability to make my knees wobble.
“Step back,” I warned as I gave him another shove.  God, why wouldn’t he budge?  “And I’ll let you explain.” 
He took his hand from the wall beside my head and curled his index finger before tracing it down my jawline until he reached my chin.  Then he used his thumb to touch my bottom lip softly.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he murmured as he took a step back.  I’ll admit, I wanted to swoon when he called me sweetheart, but I held it together and marched right past him to the edge of his desk.  I sat myself down in the chair and glared as I waited for him to take his seat and explain whatever he wanted to explain.  He didn’t sit in his desk chair, though, he came right up beside me and rested his ass on the edge of his desk.  His leg was touching mine, so I jolted out of the way, putting some much needed distance between us.  I leaned back, right back so I could aim my glare at him.  His lips twitched and his eyes twinkled, and it made me glare harder.
“Talk,” I snapped.
“Why did you run off when I asked about Salt?” he asked.
“I thought you were explaining.  Shouldn’t you be doing that rather than asking questions?” I snapped.  He sighed and ran his hands over his face in frustration.  Then he pinned me with those deep blue depths of his before he laid it out in his gravelly, addictive voice.
“Obviously, I work here.  Clocked you on your first visit, babe, watched you on the monitors, wondering what a hot piece like you would be doing visiting a joint like this.”
Okay, that was really sweet.  His hot piece compliment warmed my stomach, but rather than latch onto that, I decided to narrow my eyes at him.  Before I could snap at him for being so judgmental, he continued.
“I saw you visiting with Salt, couldn’t believe that shit.  Figured you must’ve been related to him.  Imagine my surprise when a few days later, I walk into a bakery and see you serving the best fucking coffee in the city, and the best fucking treats in the state, dressed in the sexiest fucking outfit I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Oh dear.  My uterus contracted and I’m almost certain I may have had a mini orgasm.
“My uniform isn’t sexy,” I protested.
“Babe,” he sighed.  “Your hair, your smile, those tits, that ass… makes a man think of nothing more than lifting that apron up over your hips, laying you out on that counter, and feasting on the promise of what’s sure to be the sweetest tasting pussy in the world.”
Okay, that was definitely a mini orgasm.  I clenched my legs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but of course he did, and he smirked a cocky, arrogant smirk that made me want to kiss it right off his lips.
I was totally in trouble.
“I still don’t understand why you’d ask me to dinner and then start grilling me on if I was related on Damon.”
“You took it the wrong way, didn’t give me a chance to explain, and then bolted like you had a firecracker up your ass.  You also left money to pay for your meal,” he growled the last part while scowling at me.
“So,” he mimics.  “A man asks you to dinner, he pays.  You do not.”  He pulled out a bunch of crumpled bills from his pocket and tossed them in my lap.  My mouth fell open in surprise. 
 “I asked about Salt because I was trying to figure out why someone like you would be hauling your ass to a maximum security prison twice a month to visit with a convicted serial killer and rapist.”
“Don’t be so judgmental,” I snapped.  “He’s a human being, and he’s paying for his crimes.  For your information, Hashtag Asshole, I’m volunteering for a program called Friends For Lifers,” I huffed.  It was then I noticed the change in his face.  Gone was the irritability, the frustration, the anger.  The lip twitch came back.  His eyes crinkled at the corners and I watched in fascination as they melted right in front of me.  It was then I realized my mistake.
“Hashtag Asshole?” The lip twitch morphed to a smirk.
“Uh…” Shit.  “It just slipped out, I mean, I didn’t mean it,” I stammered. 
“Hashtag Asshole?” he repeated, as his smirk moved into a full blown grin that only made him look even more gorgeous.
“Well, it was Hashtag Hottie until you became Hashtag Asshole after Sherman’s,” I snipped.
It was then he burst out laughing and I watched in awe as his beautiful body shook on the desk and his loud chuckle filled the room.  Beautiful.
“What will I have to do to become Hashtag Hottie again?” he asked through a grin.
“That’s an impossible feat.  I’d advise against it.  You’ll only set yourself up for failure.”
“God, even when you’re being a pain in the ass, you’re sexy as fuck.”
“I am not a pain in the ass!”
“Babe.” He was still grinning, looking at me like I was the most amusing person in the world.
“Are we done?” I stood abruptly.
“Not even close, sweetheart.” 
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Kasey Millstead lives a quiet life in country New South Wales, Australia, with her husband and their four young children. She enjoys baking, singing (ridiculously out of tune) & spending time with friends and family. Kasey has always harboured a deep love for reading and writing, and she is now lucky enough to be living her dream of being an Author.



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Following Evan

Title: Following Evan

Author: Elida May

Release Date: 16th June 2016

Genre: Romance

Publisher: Self-Published

Format: Ebook






Three years on from the sudden death of her husband Matt and a subsequent miscarriage, interior designer Laura is still lost in grief, hiding out in the smart London townhouse that was going to be her family home. On the encouragement of her best friend Carla, she signs up to a dating website and receives a message from a mysterious stranger, imploring her to visit him in New York because he has seen her face in his dreams.

Meanwhile, Laura visits an art gallery and is captivated by a painting of a beautiful woman in a flowing dress. It seems to be speaking directly to her, beckoning her to take a leap of faith.

These seemingly disparate events lead Laura on an epic journey to the bustling streets of the Big Apple and the desert landscape of Wyoming, where the clues to her future happiness are waiting to be discovered…


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When  I was approached about reading this book, to be honest I was curious how an author would deal with grief , a topic so common but we don’t know how to handle in reality and fiction. It a sensitive and emotional topic and can overwhelm people.

Following Evan tells the story of a woman named Laura, who is traumatised to the point that she has stopped living. The loss of her husband three years ago  and then child tore her apart completely and  she delved in those moments only doing the basic things to survived . Encouraged by her best Cara who stands by her despite Laura attempts to push her way.  It a bleak picture presented to us , a honest but raw truth painted by the author

Until she has the moment of clarity that  she sorely needs, that three years living in her own pity cut of the world that  she once embraced  and enjoyed. May the author slowly coaches Laura out of her shell after this moment watching her take one step at a time as she slowly re-enters the world that  moved on without  her .

Giving her the moments to  start healing but with that comes the   sense that something missing. That once passed the grief and the feelings that have held her back.  That her life was only just beginning as  we watch her flourish and leave the despair behind slowly.

But what and where does the titular character come into play ?

As we quickly whisked from the grief and barely functioning state to a world of questions and  more. The second half of the book once Laura finally hits the point of relation is quirky and intriguing . It may seem a bit out there but  the proof is what we seen in  media.   Taking her journey to America  with a twist gave it a flair that didn’t make this book  just another finding your self or romance book.

Whilst I enjoyed this   story  overall,  I did find it borderline fantasy given the   way the second half of the book went and the aspects of that storyline.  May did convey the emotions  of grief well, setting  the tone of the novel perfectly taking us to a world of pain.  If anything I thought the ending was a bit abrupt  considering the journey to the point. I wanted more  after such journey to that point after building up for so long. Laura deserved that ending  but the author could of stretch out things just a bit longer.

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Review: Wicked Justice ( Steele Security # 4) by A.D. Justice @givemebooksblog @adjustice1

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Title: Wicked Intentions
Series: Steele Security #4
Author: A.D. Justice
Genre: Romantic Suspense
 Release Date: June 22, 2016


A ruthless killer is on the loose, threatening an innocent woman’s life.Painful secrets from Rebel’s past will be exhumed and put on full display. Desperation drives him to save the only woman he’s ever loved.

Tragedy strikes in the most unexpected ways, reducing once strong walls to mere rubble.

One man’s breaking point is where another man finds his stride.

True love can’t be bound.

Not by time.
Not by distance.
Not by measure.
But can it flourish?It’s been said good triumphs over evil and love conquers all. But can a foe be defeated if the lines between good and evil are blurred?

When the dust settles and the smoke clears, the last man standing wins. Can Rebel overcome the Wicked Intentions that have ensnared him?


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I’m so glad I didn’t have to wait for this book and was able to read all  four books in this series back to back. As Wicked  Nights left  with a bombshell that need explaining fast and Wicked Justice was the only book that would give the answer I wanted .  Rebel always had painted himself as the single man but little did we know he was holding back and drop a bombshell  on his friends and family in Miami that  his past was hiding something that didn’t know.

With things heating up again,  it was no brainer that we would be in for a another thrilling instalment. As there was a new problem that threatened everyone and it could haven’t come at  worse time. However for Rebel things have come personal and  it was time to come clean with the biggest secret of this series so far

There was a  woman that he loved  and needs to saving who has been unwitting thrown into the danger . It just  happens to be his wife Heather who he shares painful secrets that he has never addressed. Keeping their relationship on the low, travelling between states as their  true love stood the test of time. As there was too much in the waters from them every reclaiming what they  had they thought.

They were stuck partly in the past and now with this new threat, loyalties are going to be tested. As this time things are going to be taken to another level as Rebel is forced t o face his past and things he never said. Heather and Rebel need to address their issues and deal with their families which isn’t going to be easy.  Heather  may be his first and only love but she isn’t he girl he first fell in love with and whilst she let him have his way for so long be separated  . Is isn’t going to be easy with this new challenge

As this fourth instalment isn’t holding back as they  face danger but at the same time deal with the problems of every day life. However times it different with  splitting between states and dealing with some more lose ends that lead to some surprising twists. Justice returns to the world of Steele Security with a home run fourth book that won’t disappoint readers.





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A.D. Justice, USA Today Best Selling Romance Author

A.D. Justice is the USA Today best selling author of the Steele Security Series (Wicked Games, Wicked Ties, Wicked Nights, Wicked Intentions), the Crazy Series (Crazy Maybe, Crazy Baby), the Dominic Powers series (Her Dom, Her Dom’s Lesson), and Intent, a standalone novel.

When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her own alpha male character in their north Georgia mountain home. She is also an avid reader of romance novels, a master at procrastination, a chocolate sommelier, a twister of words, and speaks fluent sarcasm.

A.D. Justice can also be found on Facebook (, Twitter (@adjustice1), Website (, or by email at


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