Best Reads of 2018 and A Happy New Year!

2018 has been a bit of an odd year for me. Mostly because health issues meant I achieved so little. One thing I did manage to do, though, was READ! So much so, I surpassed my reading challenge and almost doubled my intake against my goal.

How was your reading this year? Remember, it’s okay to not hit your reading goals, because, well … life, right? It happens.

Anyhoo, I thought I’d take a few moments to share my most remembered, or favourite reads of the year we’re leaving, just in case any of you guys wanted to check them out.

So, in no particular order:

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You can check any of these out, or add them to your Goodreads list, by clicking on the cover image.
And you can check out the whole of my 2018 reading spurge HERE!

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Feel free to share your favourite reads of 2018 – I love hearing about new authors and books to check out.

And in the meantime …

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From a charity auction, to a stroll in the park, to the craziest night of her life.

Nicole Harrington can’t help but wonder how a simple event went so drastically wrong. Of course, the male escort she booked is wholly to blame.

Not only charming but shrewdly intelligent, Benjamin Gold drags Nicole into a platoon of unimaginable problems-ones from which she’ll have to find the courage just to survive.

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Check Out #DIGGER by Lynn Burke

Digger
Fallen Gliders #3
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Artwork: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Heat Level: 4
Keywords: MC Romance, Contemporary, Erotic

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, double penetration, bondage


Digger is one badass bastard hell-bent on protecting his Fallen brothers–no matter the cost. He’s also ugly as shit, scarred for life by one of the men who gang-raped his mother. Born of violence and only wanted by women for his massive cock, he lives an unfulfilled life while secretly yearning for more.

Maci Irving is his opposite, a kind-hearted soul who wants to care for everyone she meets. She’s also one of his brother’s flavors of the month. Fuck the world, and fuck the dark sedan tailing him everywhere he goes—once he claims a taste of her he’ll do everything he can to keep her.
 
With his heart in her hands, can he convince Maci to stay with him and become his old lady, or will his violent lifestyle and its consequences end up to be more than she can bear?
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EXCERPT:
“Capone said you could make me forget my own name,” she whispered while running her hands up over my chest.
My pecs flexed on their own beneath her firm touch. “Is that what you want?”
Lower lip sucking between her teeth, she nodded. Wetness coated her eyes, and fuck the goddamn ache that knifed through my chest. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered, pressing closer so her pussy rested against my straining cock.
Fuck, did she tempt me like no other woman I’d gotten my hands on. What she needed was rest, strong arms to hold her close as she slept.
I slipped my hand up over the back of her tight t-shirt, beneath her silken hair to hold her nape. “If you want to stop, just say so, and you have my word that we will.”
She leaned in and kissed me.
Mind fucking blown.
Soft and pliant, sweet yet minty … goddamn did I fall under the beautiful witch’s spell. Rather than take control and plunder the ever-loving shit out of her mouth, I held back, tracing my tongue along her lips rather than fucking her mouth. She opened to me with a sigh, and I gently threaded my fingers through her hair, angling her head.
My arm banded around her back, tugging her closer until her pert tits pressed against me. Slow rolls of my hips against her pussy tightened my balls and made her whimper against my lips.
Two pairs of fucking jeans in our way … and my brother I’d forgotten about.
I tore my mouth from Maci’s. Eyes hazed over, she stared at me, swollen lips parted.
Capone sat back in my chair, legs spread, hand sliding over his bulge, a smirk on his face. Fucker loved to watch almost as much as he loved to get his dick wet.
I massaged the back of Maci’s head and wiped the moisture off her lower lip with my thumb, torn over doing the right thing by taking a rain check until she was in a better frame of mind.
She flicked her tongue out, and I slid my thumb into her mouth without thought.
Goddamn. I groaned as she swirled her tongue and sucked. My cock jerked, and she ground her pussy against me. “Christ, woman.” Swallowing back another groan, I grabbed her ass in my palms and stood. Fuck it. I’d give her exactly what she wanted and then some. I just had to trust she’d stop us if it was too much.
Maci wrapped her legs around me as though they belonged there.
I nodded toward the hallway, and Capone hopped out of his chair to lead the way. He dimmed the lights as I knelt on the bed, sliding Maci to the center. She clung to me, but I pulled back onto my haunches.
Pale hair spread over my pillows, pulse in her neck fluttering, eyes wide and filled with need. The desire to see her like that every day of my fucking life welled over me like a nine-foot wave.
Should have freaked me the fuck out. Shouldn’t have enjoyed the satisfaction sizzling through my blood. Mentally, I pulled back, telling myself to keep my suspicions in place. Keep myself safe from rejection.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I said, running my fingers up her thighs, over her hip bones, under her shirt. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, tight buds calling out for attention. I palmed her tits beneath her shirt, and she arched into my touch, lower lip once more between her teeth.
“You like my hands on you.”
“God, yes.” She gasped as I rolled both nipples between my fingers.
“Capone?” I scooted back and flicked the button on her jeans as my brother climbed onto the bed and took over where I’d left off with her tits.
Maci gasped as he closed his mouth over her nipple, t-shirt and all, grasping the back of his head to hold him close.
 A muscle in my jaw flinched to see his mouth on her, but our time together was for her pleasure, fulfilling one of her fantasies—not getting my balls twisted with jealousy.
She doesn’t belong to you, I told myself while sliding down her zipper.
Yet, another voice whispered in my head, clenching my jaw.
© Lynn Burke 2018
 
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ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

 

An update on me

I have some news, guys, and those of you who have followed along in the Holloway Pack are not going to like me for it.

The first post here for 2018 should have come in early January. That was what I had planned – to pop in and let you know about all the projects I’m working on for the year, and what I hope to achieve, what you–as the reader–can expect.

And then I got ill.

At the very end of December, I fell ill with a really bad batch of the flu that was doing the rounds, and it wiped me out – for realz. By New Year, the virus had caused me to be dehydrated, it had obliterated my potassium levels, stolen my strength and my ability to function (probably due to the intense fatigue it caused), I’d lost almost a stone in weight because I felt too nauseous to eat more than a few bites a day. So much so that, on January 2nd, I had a seizure. I’m 45 years old, and it was the first I’d ever had. I was taken to A&E (ER to the US folks), where I had another seizure, and they kept me in for a few days, did blood tests, X-Rays, a lumbar puncture, etc — all of which came back okay — before sending me home to recover whilst I waited for an MRI appointment, and appointment with a neurologist.

I had my MRI but don’t yet have the results. I have a month to wait until I can see the neurologist. And on top of that, the messing about of meds the docs have done because of me getting sick has caused other problems for me that I need to make a priority. I can’t blooming concentrate anyway, not knowing what’s going on. Because I still don’t feel okay, almost 5 weeks after I fitted. I’m still exhausted to the point of poor functionality – even with Mr B cooking for me almost every night and seeing to around 90% of the housework. And right now, I honestly can’t put so much as a guesstimate on when I will feel relatively normal again.

To begin with, I just announced to my street team that I would be taking January off, hoping I’d be back in a familiar land by Feb, but I’m not. I hate it, but I’m just not.

So, because I need to put my health first right now, I’m laying down my writing tools indefinitely. Sorry, guys, but I just don’t need the pressure of writing, of giving myself a deadline to get back to it, added to everything else going on.

Apologies to those of you very patiently waiting on Josh’s book. I’m gutted. I truly am. Who knows, maybe I’ll feel right again sooner than I imagine, and he’ll be with you soon.

But until or if that happens, please don’t hate me. ♥