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Friday, July 20, 2018


First came Four Fathers.

Now it's time for Four Sons.

Nixon by Ker Dukey 


I am devious, a dark soul, and son to a dead man—or am I?
I plan many moves ahead to get the result I want.
Things may be complicated, but we were always destined for each other.
I’ll protect her from any threat and defend my interests, even if it means going against my own brothers.
My name is Nixon Pearson.
I’m ruthless and deadly, but also devoted.
People may think I’m young and naïve, but that’s just a mask I wear to fool them.


***This series should be read in order to understand the plot.***

Nixon (Four Sons, #1) by Ker Dukey 

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Sonja's Review

I just finished Nixon and I feel like I could curl up and fall asleep because  that ending was just so sweet and made me feel all warm and fuzzy and toasty inside. It was even more than I was hoping for and I was hoping for a lot. I’ve been obsessed and so impatient to read Nixon’s book because he’s my favorite out of Eric’s sons and Ms. Dukey so did not disappoint me. Nixon was wonderful and I adored it! 

If you’ve read the Four Fathers series (if you haven’t, you should before you read the Four Sons because spoilers just can’t be avoided), then it shouldn’t be too hard to guess who Nixon’s heroine is, but just in case you don’t know, I won’t mention her name. I’ll just say that I love her even more now, she’s such a lovely, sweet person. Let’s be honest though, I was all about Nixon, but I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else for him but her. 

Enough about her, let’s talk about Nixon. Oh, that boy/man completely owns my heart. He’s so sweet and protective of his heroine. He would do absolutely anything and everything for her. Nixon is smart and calculating, but you can see how much he loves his lady and Camden. He’s beyond swoon worthy and I just love him to pieces and I can’t imagine him ever not being my favorite Son! 

Now, what to say about the book that I haven’t already said? As soon as I was able to, I started Nixon and I pretty much didn’t stop reading it until I finished. It was exciting and I didn’t want to pull myself away until it was over. Nixon was sweet, enlightening, and a real page turner. It was beautiful, heart melting and I wholeheartedly loved it! 

Nixon is the first book in the Four Sons series and should be read after the Four Fathers series. It’s told from Nixon and his heroine’s POV and they do get their happily-ever-after. 

~ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Stars

Have you added these to your Goodreads TBR??

Hayden (Four Sons, #2) by J.D. Hollyfield ~ Releasing July 27th 
Brock (Four Sons, #3) by Dani René ~ Releasing August 3rd 
Camden (Four Sons, #4) by K Webster ~ Releasing August 10th 

Meet Author Ker Dukey 
I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bedtime stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active… I would want to change the script. I would watch films and think of ways they could have improved the story if they took another direction so I thought it best that I tell my own.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made of light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
You can find me on Facebook where I love interacting with my readers.

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RELEASE BLITZ REVIEW: The Price of Brimstone by Allie Gail

Title: The Price of Brimstone
Author: Allie Gail
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: July 18, 2018

There's a monster in my basement.

That isn't a metaphor, in case you were wondering. And it isn't the tagline to some midnight horror flick. Fact is, Locryn Price is nothing if not a monster. One part human, the other part demon, the guy's got a slab of ice where his heart should be.

Ironic, considering the rest of him is hot enough to start a fire underwater.

Not exactly what I was expecting to find when I came home from college to surprise my brother. I mean, I always knew Russell was a little warped, but now we have a pissed-off, wisecracking demon in shackles and chains as proof.

The October winds are stirring, bringing more than just storms. Two of our friends are missing. Loc knows something, but he isn't talking. And to complicate matters further, my former crush Max has joined forces with my brother. They think they'll get answers using spells and pentacles and brute torture.

But the devil prefers to bargain.

My innocence in exchange for the hostages. Those are his terms.

Now I'm in his world. A world of demons, deception and the sweetest of seductions.

And losing my way in the darkness never felt so good.

His eyes, wicked as the devil's soul, shimmer like jewels as he watches me with a fixed stare. “What sort of person are you, Judith? Do you embrace your nightmares? Or do you run from them?”
In the midst of the whirling snow, the carousel picks up speed. I was right – the tune is changing, growing wilder, more discordant. If I thought the music was unsettling before, it's downright terrifying now.
“What are you doing?” I look around in alarm. The Tilt-A-Whirl is zipping past twice as fast as before. The icy wind whips my hair, stinging my cheeks. Beside me on the platform, Loc gazes at me impassively as if nothing at all is wrong.
Slowly, dreading what I'm about to see, I turn my head to look down at the stallion between my legs.
One of its round crimson eyes rolls back and settles on me with a demonic glare.
“Loc...” I am frozen in terror, afraid to look away. Afraid to move. Afraid that one of these fiendish beasts will sink its teeth into me, or worse. The shrill calliope music clashes in my ears, and the carousel continues its runaway orbit.
“Yes, Jude?” His voice is maddeningly calm.
“Make it stop. Please make it stop.”
“I don't think so. Not just yet.”
“Dammit, Loc, I'm not fucking kidding...”
Reaching around me, he grabs the pole and swings one leg over the horse, pressing his body flush against mine. The stallion shakes its painted mane and I close my eyes to shut out the sight of those devil eyes.
“I don't like this,” I announce through clenched teeth. “I seriously don't like this.”
“Sh-h,” Loc breathes in my ear. The feel of his warm, hard body so close to mine does crazy things to my hormones. “It's only a nightmare if you believe it is. Don't be afraid of what you don't understand. Open your eyes. See the world the way I see it. Get to know that part of me a little better. Take it in, baby. Take it all in.”
Unable to resist his soft coaxing, I do as he requests, shooting a fearful glance at the animated steed on my left. It makes a vicious braying noise and lashes out at the air with its front hooves.
“They're beautiful, aren't they?” he murmurs.
“I don't know. They're...” I'm at a loss for words here. Beautiful? I'm not sure that's how I would choose to describe the demon horses. I suppose they are, in an aesthetic sense, but like the dissonant music they seem so...evil.
So unnatural.
So dark.
Like him.
He slides one hand around my waist, the other moving up so he can trail his fingers down my neck. The stallion flies in its neverending circle, yo-yoing up and down with us on its back, a blur of snowflakes shrouding the landscape in white as the jarring melody thrums in my veins.
“I can feel your pulse racing,” he whispers. “It feels good, doesn't it? The adrenaline. The excitement.”
I turn my head a bit so he can hear me over the spectral music. “You feel good.”
He brushes his lips lightly against my cheek, his breath warming me as he chuckles softly. “Mm, sweetheart. You have no idea just how good I can feel.”
Maybe not, but I'd very much like to find out.
Impulsively, I let go of the brass pole and stretch out a hand to tentatively stroke the stallion's painted black muzzle. It doesn't seem to object, though the vacant eyes roll back once again to give me another indecipherable look.
Behind me, Loc purrs his approval. “There. Now was that so hard?”
Steadying myself with both hands on his thighs, I relax against his chest. My fears begin to recede. All I can think about right now is the hard body cradled against mine, and how intoxicating it feels to be this close to him.
“Sure you don't want a tour of the funhouse?” he teases.
“Not on your life.” I don't even want to think about the hellish horrors he might dredge up in there. Haunted carousels are bad enough. The last thing I want is to see the reflection of a demonic clown in one of those funhouse mirrors.
His hands roam beneath my hoodie to cup my breasts, and I arch my back with a whimper as he slides his fingers inside my bra. All he does is brush them across my nipples, but the light touch has them instantly stiffening into hard peaks. “Loc...”
His voice is a husky whisper. “What is it, precious?”
“Let's get out of here. Please.”
“You know what's going to happen when I get you home, don't you?” He squeezes my breasts, and I squirm against him. I want his hands all over me. His touch does things to me that are pure magic. Black magic, surely, but at this point I'm beyond caring.
“Yes. You're going to...” I trail off, suddenly uncertain. By now I should know better than to second-guess his intentions. What if I'm wrong?
“I'm going to fuck you,” he clarifies firmly. “Very hard and very deep. And just when you think you can't take any more, I'm going to fuck you again. And again. And again. Are you starting to see a pattern emerging here, love?”
Unable to speak, I merely bite my lip. Oh, God...
“All I'm asking from you is one word,” he continues. “Because I'm giving you something I've never given anyone before. A choice. I'm offering you an out. I'm willing to release you from your debt if that's what you want. I'll still hold up my end of the bargain, no strings attached. All you have to do is tell me no, and I'll send you back to Kansas and you will never hear from me again. But if you say yes, then know that I will not be holding back. Your body will be mine, to use for my own pleasure, and I won't let you deny me anything.”
Stunned, I turn my head to gaze at him in astonishment. Is he serious? After everything that happened, after everything my brother did to him, he's willing to just forget it and let me off scot free? With no repercussions whatsoever? He's a demon. Demons make deals. They don't let people back out of them. They don't possess the compassion for something like that.
But maybe...half-human demons do.
Brushing his lips across mine in a feather-soft kiss, he asks, “So what's it going to be, Jude?”
My heart hammers against my chest. The sad part is, I don't even have to think about it. I know what I should do. I know the logical thing to do. The smart thing.
Unfortunately, what I should do and what I want to do are two very different things.
One day, I know I will look back on my naïveté and realize how foolish I was for following him so blindly.
Today is not the day.
Yes,” I whisper.
The lights on the carousel flicker and go dark.
The platform slows its relentless turn.
Suspended from their poles, the horses cease their thrashing and gaze lifelessly into the night, inanimate playthings once more.

And the music, having reached its crescendo, ends in a rolling clap of thunder that resonates through the air before tapering off into silence.

Born and raised in rural Alabama, Allie Gail currently resides in sunny Florida with her own blue-eyed Prince Charming and a hyperactive hamster named Toot-Toot. Always an avid reader, she took to her keyboard on a whim in 2012 and that was the last anyone ever saw of her. (Just kidding – I did venture out of the house that one time back in 2014, but only because I was tricked into it. Stupid hurricane.)
Her genres of choice are paranormal romance and rom-com, featuring goofy but headstrong heroines and the sexy, snarky men who love them. When her indecisiveness doesn't have her obsessively typing, deleting, then re-typing the same scene over and over, you can usually find her lurking online. Stop by Facebook and say hello!

Sonja's Review

When I found The Price of Brimstone,  I was so drawn in by the synopsis that I just really wanted to read this book. Ms. Gail is a new-to-me author, although I did read her Winter’s Touch while waiting until I was able to start this one and it made me look forward to The Price of Brimstone even more. And I was not disappointed when I finally dove in. It was excellent and I can’t wait to read more of Ms. Gail. 

I don’t really want to give too much away, so I’m not going to talk about the characters much, just the book. The Price of Brimstone caught my attention from the very beginning and kept me engaged the whole way through. It made me think, made me feel somewhat conflicted and pulled me in all sorts of different directions. I didn’t think of that as a bad thing though, I did enjoy reading this book. It had its funny instances, it’s dark, heart aching ones, sexy times, and sweet, heart melty moments. It didn’t hold a lot of mystery for me and I pretty much knew what ending we were going to get and I was good with that, even if I was a bit bummed out at the end. The Price of Brimstone was really great — and Ms. Gail, I definitely DO want more of Locryn Price, so please write more about this heart stealer because I will be waiting!

~ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Stars


Friday, July 13, 2018

BLOG TOUR REVIEW: The Devil Don't Sleep by Janine Infante Bosco

by Janine Infante Bosco
A Satan Knights Novel
Publication Date: June 28, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense, Standalone
Cover Designer: JB's Cover Obsession Design
Model: Joe Adams
Talent Agent: PTS - Pathways Talent Services 
Photographer: FuriousFotog


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Sometimes we must let go of what was, appreciate what remains and fearlessly embrace what comes next.

Sebastian “Bas”
Born to a family of outlaws, I was destined to ride with the Satan’s Knights MC. With mayhem and havoc in my blood and chaos living deep in my soul, I learned the Devil don’t sleep. You never hear him creeping and he often comes disguised as everything you ever wanted.

I was just teenager when she first showed, masquerading as the girl of my dreams. A whiskey shootin’ spitfire who knocked me on my ass and helped me turn the town upside down. The girl who stole my heart with her smile and never gave it back. The same bitch who ruined me and turned my blood to ice.

It’s been six years since I turned my back on Mac, my family and my club. I’ve pushed her to the back of my head, wrote everyone off and damned the Kentucky charter to hell. But, where God built a church, the Devil built a chapel.
Now, her life is on the line and it’s clear I’m still a sucker for her gorgeous chaos because I’m the one riding to her rescue.

Mackenzie “Mac”
I often dreamed of what it would be like to stare into Bas’ blue eyes again. To hear his raspy voice whisper his love for me and feel his strong arms around me. After all, it’s always been in his embrace that I felt the safest.
In my dreams, he abolishes my sins and forgives me for breaking both our hearts.
But this is no dream.
I’m running from a nightmare and the one running with me, looks at me with enough anger to burn the world to ash.
Once upon a time, we were in love.
Once upon a time, it was us against the world.
Once upon a time, he didn’t look at me and see the Devil.
If only he knew the truth.
If only he knew the Devil was a broken angel with tattered wings.
An angel who sacrificed her heart and soul for him.

***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. Not recommended for people under the age of 18***



Sonja's Review

I couldn’t remember who Bas was at first but when I realized just who he was, I couldn’t wait to read The Devil Don’t Sleep! I’ve been in one of my book moods lately, but I was sucked right into the story and there was never a dull moment. The Devil Don’t Sleep was fantastic and I enjoyed it so much!

Mac and Bas haven’t had it easy, but their love is in the way that it’s not hard to see how much they love each other and you can’t doubt that. I loved their love and I loved them. Mac has always had fire that might have gone away for a little while, but she more than gets it back and she’s strong, fierce, and wonderful. Although she’s not as wonderful as Bas — he’s amazing. Bas is a good, honorable man and it was impossible not to fall in love with him!

The Devil Don’t Sleep might not have been as wild and action-packed as the other Satan Knights MC characters’ books but it still had every bit of heart. It was heartbreaking and rough, but it was also sweet, heartwarming, and beautiful. I loved The Devil Don’t Sleep and I can’t wait to for the next Janine Infante Bosco book!

The Devil Don’t Sleep is a standalone, it’s told from Bas and Mac’s POV, and they do get their happily-ever-after.
~ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Stars



Come meet Author, Janine Infante Bosco and model, Joe Adams at the "Tempted & Tantalizing Author Event" in Staten Island, New York this October!

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Nothing will scare the shit out of a man more than waking up and feeling a pair of eyes drilling a hole in the side of his head. Especially, when you’ve been trying your hardest to sleep with one eye open because there’s a mark out for your girl and her kid.
Bolting up, I rub the sleep from my eyes and stare back at Ryder.
“Buddy, what are you doing?”
Crossing his little arms against his chest, he glances next to me at his sleeping mother. Thank fucking Christ she’s covered. The last thing I need to explain is why his mother is naked in the bed with me, his uncle.
How’s that for a family tree?
“Why are you in my mom’s bed?”
Dragging the sheet up to my waist with one hand, I reach behind me and cup the back of my neck with the other.
“Well, that’s actually a funny story…”
It’s not funny at all.
Not even a little bit.
But telling Ryder his mother and I fucked like rabbits after she rubbed her pussy all over me and woke me up, really isn’t an option.
“How about I tell you over breakfast?” I suggest.
I have no fucking idea how to make pancakes.
“How’s about a bowl of cereal?”
“Okay,” he says, uncrossing his arms. He doesn’t move and suddenly, I’m intimidated by the little boy wearing SpongeBob pajamas and a scowl on his face. When did that happen?
The day you decided you wanted to be enough of a man to make him a better one.
“All right then,” I say offering him a smile as I look towards the door. “Why don’t you get a head start?”
I’ll buy you a puppy…hell, I’ll buy you the whole damn litter if you just let me grab my shorts, kid.
Debating, he glances at his mom again.
“Should we wake mommy?”
“Fuck, no…eh, I mean….” my words trail as I swipe a hand over my face. “Let’s let her sleep.”
“Okay, we can surprise her with breakfast in bed.”
Yeah, sure, if you want to get a peep show.
“Sounds like a plan.”
He takes another minute before he finally exits the room. I wait until I hear his footsteps on the stairs before, I lose the sheet and dig a pair of sweats out of one of my six bags of clothes. As luck would have it the day I decide to move my shit in here, Ryder catches me in bed with his mom the next morning. I’m not sure how I’m going to explain this one. Mac and I haven’t talked about telling Ryder about us and we’ve been cautious around him. I’m not sure why. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are they.
Making my way to the door, I pause and look back at Mac.
A man can get used to that.
He can die happy.
“Uncle Bas!”
Pulling the door closed behind me, I head downstairs and enter the kitchen to find Ryder trying to clean spilled milk off the floor.
“What happened?”
“I’m sorry!”
Lifting his head, he meets my eyes and I can tell he’s struggling to hold back tears. That fucking does something to me. It breaks my heart is what it does.
“It was an accident,” he cries. He tears his eyes away from me and I watch his hands fumble as he pulls the paper towels off the roll.
“Ryder,” I rasp, crouching down beside him. Gently, I take the towels from his hand and place a finger under his chin, forcing his eyes back to mine. “It’s okay.”
“You’re not mad?”
“No,” I say hoarsely. “It’s just spilled milk, Ryder,” I add as I wipe his tears with my thumbs.
“My dad would’ve been mad.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I control the anger simmering in my veins.
“I’m not him, Ryder,” I say with conviction.  “You never have to be afraid of me.” His blue eyes search mine and I pray he’s inherited his mother’s knack for reading me because they’re saying all the things I don’t know how to.
I love you.
I’ll jump off a cliff for you.
Run through fire for you.
I’ll kill for you.
Bleed and die for you.
Swallowing, I smooth down his hair and lean forward, kissing the top of his head.
“Let’s get this cleaned up and get started on making you and your mom breakfast.”
“We don’t have that much milk,” he says.
How fucking hard can it be to make pancakes?
“I thought you wanted pancakes,” I reply with a wink. His eyes light up and the smile he gives me is worth every bit of heartache that brought him into this world. I get it now. I understand what Mac meant when she said he was too precious to be labeled anything less than a blessing.
“Uncle Bas, I know you said I don’t have to be afraid of you but…”
“You don’t,” I assure him. “I would never hurt you. Never.”
“Does that mean you won’t hurt my mom either?”
It might not be my place, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s time Ryder, and I had a talk.
Man to little man.
Rising to my feet, I hold out my hand for him.
“C ’mere,” I tell him.
He places his little hand in mine and I pull him to his feet before leading him to the kitchen table. Sitting across from one another, we stare at each other.  I’m not sure if he’s looking at me with curiosity or if he’s sizing me up trying to decide if I’m the guy good enough for his mom.
“Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking,” I suggest. “And remember, anything you ask me won’t make me angry.”
“Okay,” he says. “I don’t want anyone to hurt my mom. She smiles a lot and I like it.”
“She has a great smile,” I agree.
He nods.
“The best,” he whispers. Then as if a light bulb has gone off in his head, he looks at me with wide eyes. “If I promise not to be afraid will you promise not to take her smile away?”
“Ryder, I want you to pay close attention to what I’m going to tell you, can you do that for me?” I ask him as I lean over the table and level my eyes to his.
“I’ll try my hardest.”
“Fair enough,” I say, taking a deep breath. “Ain’t no one in this world going to take your mom’s smile away ever again nor will anyone hurt either of you. As long as I’m alive, you and your mom will always be safe and if I have a say in the matter, the both of you will keep sharing your smiles with me.”
“Does that mean you love her?”
“I’ve loved your mom for a really long time. What it means is I finally get a chance to prove to her and to you just how much I love you both.”
I let my words sink in for a minute before continuing.
“When a man loves a woman, he isn’t afraid of expressing it and his actions sometimes speak louder than his words. One day you’re going to be a man and you’re going to find a girl who knocks you off your feet. You won’t see her coming, you’ll ask yourself why she chose you and you’ll pray you never lose her. It’ll be the most exciting time of your life and the scariest too. You might make mistakes, but they’ll never be intentional because you’re going to think back to this conversation and remember how you wanted me to treat your mom.”
“I want you to be nice to her,” he whispers.
“I want you to be humble and kind,” I counter.
“Take her nice places,” he continues.
“Always hold the door for her,” I say.
“Tell her it’s going to be okay when she’s sad,” he adds.
“Do your best to never make her sad,” I counter.
“Make her smile,” he whispers.
“Cherish every smile she gives you,” I reply.
“Love her,” he pleads.
“Love her,” I agree.
A beat of silences passes between us before I hold out my hand.
“A man’s handshake is his word. It’s his promise,” I explain, tipping my chin to my hand, urging him to take it. Lifting his hand, he slides it into mine and he gives it a firm shake, sealing our promise to one another.
For him to grow up and be a good man.
For me to set the example by loving his mother.

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Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.
Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.
She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.


Friday, July 6, 2018

BLOG TOUR REVIEW: Ven by K. Webster and Ker Dukey

by K. Webster & Ker Dukey
Publication Date: June 29, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance

Read for FREE in KindleUnlimited: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

The Vetrov name comes with expectation.
My role in this world is simple: do as Father asks and live my life how he planned it.

My future is already written: run the empire.
Old Values. Old Rule. Old Money.
Until her.

Everything I do lacks purpose.
Everything I do is empty.
Women. Money. Power. It meant nothing.

Until her.

When the Volkov rose showed up at my home a disgraced package, hand-delivered by a Vasiliev prince, I began paving my own path.
I vowed to make her bloom once more.

She consumed me.
Her. Her. Her.

But you can’t love a rose and expect not to be damaged by her thorns.
She cut me too deep.
And I bled out.
My soul fled.
All that’s left is a cold, calculating monster.

I am Veniamin.
Volcanic. Victorious. Valiant. Vetrov.
When you enter my world to play games, prepare to lose.
In the end, I always find the thorn in my side, and I pluck it right out.

Sonja's Review

OMG, Ker Dukey and K. Webster — I did not see that coming! That ending just has me chomping at the bit to read the next book in The V Games! But before we can even think about that, we should talk about Ven first and let me just say going in that I thought it was going to be hard to top the amazingness that was Vlad. loved that first book, I had a serious hero hangover once I finished and I didn’t think any character could make me love him more than Vlad, but Ven sure gave the book and the man a run for their money. I think I might still love Vlad a little more, but this author duo definitely upped their game and created gold with Ven.

I knew going in that Diana was going to be a boss and boy, did she prove me right! Diana is fierce, strong, and formidable. She’s so cunning and smart that no one she’s plotting against has a chance. There’s a lot of hardness to Diana, but there’s softness to her too and there are times when my heart ached for her. I didn’t always agree with Diana, but I did love this special heroine.

I liked Ven in the first book and I didn’t believe he ever really stood a chance against Vlad. I knew that I was going to love Ven, but more than Vlad — no way. And then I started reading and Ven was just so sweet that I can remember the exact moment he stole my heart. I had no control, I totally fell for him. I loved his sweetness, softness, and devotion to Diana, but I also loved his dark side too. Ven is amazing and Diana and I never stood a chance and you won’t either.

Ven, like the book before it, captured my attention and didn’t want to let me go. It was sweet and beautiful and dark and twisted. It broke my heart, angered me, shocked me, and melted me. It was full of passion with a little naughtiness thrown in. Ven was just so much and I absolutely loved it!

Ven is the second book in The V Games series and it should be read in order. It’s told from Ven and Diana’s POV, they are together in the end and what a wild ending it is!

~ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Stars 

Haven’t read book one? Catch up here!
Vlad (The V Games, #1) Available in Kindle Unlimited!

About K. Webster

K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers. Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.


About Ker Dukey

My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of you seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles…prepare for the unexpected. I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up. My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling. When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.