Review: Sugar Daddies by Jade West

Review:  Sugar Daddies by Jade WestSugar Daddies by Jade West
July 7th 2016
Genres: Erotica, M/M Erotica
Pages: 442
Format: eBook
Source: Purchased
Amazon US

A sugar daddy website doesn’t seem a sound basis for an A1 life plan, but I’m a small town girl with big dreams, and there’s this one advert, this one crazy advert I can’t stop thinking about…

Two hot guys seeking their Little Miss Right.
Someone who can entertain them, amuse them, fit in with their corporate schedule.
And sex. They want sex.
Lots of sex.
Bonus, right? One major dose of epic win.

Of course, guys like Carl and Rick have their conditions. One being that they come together, or not at all.
Hell, I can live with that.

And there are no skeletons in their designer closet, none that I can find.
Just two hot sugar daddies, with particular tastes, nothing to worry about.

Until Carl and Rick spill the big one, the one that sends the girls running. A whole string of them before me, running to the hills without so much as a backward glance.

Maybe I should run, too. Thanks but no thanks, see you around, guys, nice knowing you.
But I’m already in way too deep for that.

Warning – as with every other Jade West book, reader discretion is highly advised. This novel contains vivid depictions of MMF / MM relationships, and Jade’s characters, as always, have very filthy mouths. Mature readers only, please.

I have a confession. I’m a dirty, dirty bird. Like – I have this weird obsession with polyamory.  Menage relationships. Love stories that are so far from typical. I dig that shit. A lot. I’m pretty sure JA Huss’ 321 ruined me for all romances, because that book was H-O-T.

So, while I was perusing goodreads for my next erotic read, I found Sugar Daddies. That cover?  Helloooo!  So hot.  And the blurb?  Yuuup, instant one-click.  

The story follows Rick and Carl (hate those names, sorry, but I do) who are in a relationship with each other. They’re bi, and like women, but they LOVE each other.  Seriously, love each other.  Their love is freaking adorable and I believed every ounce of their attraction and protectiveness.  Rick is covered in tattoos, piercings and just overall a super happy, free-spirited dude.  Carl is a bit on the scary side – business orientated, no filter when he talks, very blunt, very sexy.  (Oh, and his peen is like the size of Florida.  Scary big. *wiggles eyebrows.*)  They’re a perfect match.

Then comes Katie. She’s a horse enthusiast who works shit jobs and all she wants out of life is to have enough money to own land and work with horses and kids.  That’s it.  Nothing fancy, just happy content-ness with her furry friends.  And that’s why she signs up with the Sugar Daddy website – to find herself a rich man to shower her in dolla bills and make her dreams come true.

But she comes across Rick and Carl and thinks, I totally want to do two dudes at once.  SCORE!

So they meet. They jive. They hook up.

They hook up even more.

And more.

And sooooo much more.

And here is where my star rating comes in. Because, weirdly enough, I loved the plot. A lot. The characters are so well written. I can see them perfectly, their personalities, their looks, everything.  I loved the story, the drama, the love that develops…all of it.

But I hated the sex.

Like, a lot. And for the sex in an erotica book to be meh is a bit of a let down. The dirty talk was a bit revolting, to be perfectly honest, and incredibly unrealistic. To me. It was kind of gross and my nose would curl up a bit and I ended up just sliding the pages until the muff bumping was done and it went back to the actual story.

How lame am I?

So, anyway, I loved the story.  I just kind of despised the parts where they were naked.  But I’m glad I kept going because the plot was bomb and I really loved the ending.  It made my heart all fluttery and shit.

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Review : Pokebutt Go: Pounded By ‘Em All by Chuck TinglePokebutt Go: Pounded By 'Em All Genres: Erotica, M/M Erotica
Format: eBook
Source: Purchased
Amazon US

Torbit is worried. After witnessing a slew of dazed roaming men and women buried in their phones, he’s beginning to think that this might be the start of a terrifying zombie film. Upon further investigation, however, Torbit realizes that they are all playing a hot new mobile game, Pokebutt Go.

Curious to see what all of the fuss is about, Torbit plugs in and sets out to capture a nearby Pokebutt within his own balls, but when he arrives at the location of this rare beast, Torbit suddenly realizes that he might have bitten off more than he can chew.

Now face-to-face with a handsome yellow bigfoot named Peebaroo, who sports a zig-zag tail, Torbit realizes that the only way to catch this majestic creature… is within the depths of his own butt.

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on gay Pokebutt action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, cream pies, and digital monster love.

Yes.  The title is correct.  This is a review of Chuck Tingle‘s newest release, “Pokebutt Go: Pounded By ‘Em All.”

I am a fan of Mr. Tingle.

There…I said it.  I ain’t ashamed of it either.  Chuck Tingle is THE MAN.  And you have to give him credit, the second there is anything new going on or being talked about, within minutes I swear he releases a book about it.  Chuck Tingle is in “the know” of what’s what in society.

And he’s actually a really good writer.  Shocking, I know.. but he really is.  He does have talent, no matter how weird or insane the actually book is, the writing is witty and, well, entertaining.  And what else do you want out of a book other than entertainment?

Okay, so Pokebutt Go.  It’s obviously based on the huge craze of Pokémon Go.  The book starts out with the main character having NO effing clue what’s going on.  He leaves work and people are everywhere, the streets and even parking garages are packed with people staring at their phones and totally clueless to what’s going on in the world around them.  People are going crazy, and this guy is at first annoyed, but then that morphs into curiosity.

“It’s a way of life!” the man counters.  “There’s a Buttmander somewhere in this park and I need to get pounded by it!”
“Get pounded by it?” I question.
“In the butt!” the man yells.

So Torbit, the main character, finally decides he’s going to start this interesting butt-pounding adventure.  Because, if everyone else is doing it, why not him?   And wouldn’t you know, the very first creature he encounters?  It’s love at first fucking Pokebutt sight!  *swoon!*

“I am absolutely drunk with lust, willing to do anything and everything that this handsome bigfoot would like.”

If that doesn’t make your heart swoon, I bet this will.

“Fuck me,” I demand.  “Fuck me like the bad little Pokebutt trainer that I am!”  My body can barely contain his girth, but I do my best at trying to allow his enormous rod a peaceful passage into the depths of my rectum, with mixed results.

I’m legit dying.  Torbit and Peebaroo’s love story continues.  They have lots of dirty, dirty love making and their love continues to grow with each penetration.  I mean minute.

“I’m gonna be honest, I know that you’re the first Peebaroo I’ve been pounded by, but there’s something about you that makes me feel like this is more than just a game.”
The yellow bigfoot nods.  “I feel it, too.”

*Que the violin.  The fireworks.  The ‘awwwws’.*

Come on, if a man can’t find love with a giant, yellow Bigfoot…WHO CAN?

And, at the end – the fabulous and amazing Chuck Tingle leaves us with this line that is so fucking deep, you’ll read it five times and wonder at this amazement.

“I guess that’s what happens when you’re on the search for pounds, whether its in the realm of some game or in your daily life.  The world is full of surprises, hidden gems around every corner just waiting for someone excited enough to come and discover them.”

Let that sink in a minute.  Deep. As. Fuck.



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Review: What He Left Behind by L.A. Witt

Review: What He Left Behind by L.A. WittWhat He Left Behind by L.A. Witt
Published by Samhain August 18, 2015
Genres: M/M Erotica
Pages: 234
Format: ARC
Amazon US

Can you ever have a second first time?

Josh Carver thinks it’s just another lunch with his best friend,
Michael—until Michael confesses he just turned down a date with his hot veterinarian crush. It seems Michael’s abusive ex left him more scarred than Josh realized.

Josh and his husband, Ian, have done their best to help Michael leave his horrific past behind, but even Josh is stunned when Ian suggests that Josh help Michael with his fear of physical intimacy. After all, it isn’t like it would be the first time—Josh and Michael were once each other’s firsts.

A hesitant first kiss, and Josh and Michael’s natural attraction eases the way. But with Michael still balking at the prospect of sex with someone new, Ian steps into the breach.

Everything is fine and dandy until emotions become so entangled, their friendship—and a marriage—could be at risk.

Contains three guys who will do anything for each other, a hot tub
that’s always the right temperature, and a cat with an attitude problem.

I have a ‘thing’ for male/ male romance. If you tempt me with the possibility of male/ male/ male romance, I’m going to be immediately…intrigued? Hot? Horny? Probably all of those things.
With that being said, What He Left Behind sounded like something I HAD to read. So, I did.
Michael went through a horribly abusive relationship. He’s been seeking therapy, which is helping in most aspects of his life. However, he’s terrified to date or be intimate with anyone. Understandably.
Enter best friend Josh and Josh’s husband Ian. Josh and Michael have known each other for years, they’ve slept together off and on over the years and were each other’s firsts in many things.
Ian basically offers Josh up as ‘sexual therapist’ to Michael. Which turns into both Josh and Ian playing hard (hee hee) roles in Michael’s healing process.
As unconventional as all that sounds, all of that worked for me, well enough.  I understood Michael’s reluctance and Josh and Ian’s yearning to help him.  I understood the situation. I’m not sure it’s a very viable one for most marriages, but hey … this is fiction. You want to let your husband screw a guy healthy, who am I to balk at it?
What I didn’t fully grasp were the characters. All three were quite bland, very little depth. Honestly, they all could have been the same guy, just with different names. I felt absolutely no connection with any of them. I don’t even know what Josh, the main character, did for a living. It’s possibly mentioned…I think he wore a tie. Come to think of it, I don’t know what Michael did either. They aren’t memorable. And that’s just, well, sad.
On top of that, there was a lot of ‘what did this guy do to him’, ‘if I ever see that guy again’ type comments and thoughts. While the care of a friend is endearing, a reader can only take so much of the same before they begin to lose a little of that empathy.
If you are only looking for some steamy homoerotica, What He Left Behind is nice(ish). But again, probably not very memorable.
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Review + Excerpt: Focus On Me by Megan Erickson

Review + Excerpt: Focus On Me by Megan EricksonFocus on Me by Megan Erickson
Series: In Focus #2
Published by Penguin July 21, 2015
Genres: M/M Erotica
Pages: 204
Format: ARC
Source: Copy for Honest Review
Amazon US

Colin Hartman can now add college to his list of failures. On the coast-to-coast trek home from California, Colin stops at a gas station in the Nevada desert, and can’t help noticing the guy in tight jeans looking like he just stepped off a catwalk. When he realizes Catwalk is stranded, Colin offers a ride.

Riley only intended to take a short ride in Colin’s Jeep to the Grand Canyon. But one detour leads to another until they finally find themselves tumbling into bed together. However there are shadows in Riley’s eyes that hide a troubled past. And when those shadows threaten to bury the man whom Colin has fallen in love with, he vows to get Riley the help he needs. For once in his life, quitting isn’t an option…

Focus On Me is my first Megan Erickson read, I don’t think it will be my last. Erickson delivered characters that were easy to want to support. They are far from perfect, challenging at times, but worm right into your heart.
Colin took his football talent from North Carolina to a big university in California. Thinking he needed to escape the small town, country life. But like so much else in his life, it wasn’t what he wanted enough to stick it out. After a couple of years of trying, he’s packed up and on the road back home.
Running into an enigmatic, yet totally hot, guy in need of a ride – was not on Colin’s list of things to do. Something about Riley had Colin needing to help him though.
That’s just who Colin seemed to be. The type of guy that didn’t live for himself. He sees a responsibility to others first. Colin is an easy guy to love. I think it took me all of about two pages. He’s very laid back, easy going. Yet, he’s just figuring out life and love and the responsibilities that come with that.
Riley was harder for me to enjoy. Part of that may come from the story, almost fully, being told from Colin’s point of view.  Part of it were the letters that are told in Riley’s.  I had a hard time with those.  They often felt too juvenile. Riley is going through some pretty major hard times, mentally. So, stable wasn’t something I expected, but a certain maturity was. That was a bit lacking, I thought.
However, that didn’t diminish my need to continue reading. I was involved enough to finish it in only a few hours. 
I admire Erickson for taking on the mental health issue and for treating it with the care it deserves. I could feel the struggle with Colin between wanting to fix Riley but knowing he wasn’t a cure all. It made me love Colin all the more.
Focus On Me is a tender telling of one fragile guy and one broken one, who find hope for a future in each other – where before, there was only darkness and uncertainty. What more could you want from a romance?
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“Why’d you come back?” I asked, my voice hoarse.


He licked his lower lip, the underside of his tongue
running across the ridges on the surface. I wanted that to be my tongue. I
wanted to feel those ridges when I kissed him, when those lips rasped over
mine. He took his bottom lip and sawed his top teeth over it, abusing the skin.
I reached up and gripped his chin, pressing below his lip until it popped out
between his teeth.


He met my gaze and blinked. “Because you’re the first
person in a long time to make me feel anything. And because I want you.” His
voice was barely a tone, just a series of sounds skating up his throat. I hadn’t
realized how badly I wanted to hear those words, said in such a desperate, pleading
way. And not just from anyone, but from Riley, with his eyes locked on mine
while my fingers gripped his chin.


I leaned in and brushed my lips across his. My eyes drifted
shut, and when I opened them, our noses were touching. “Show me, then.”


His breath rushed out, fanning my face, and then he slammed
his lips onto mine, the force of it banging my head on the door behind me. I
groaned and speared my fingers into his hair, clutching the strands with both
hands as he ravaged my mouth.


And God, what a kiss. Those full lips bruising mine, that
wicked tongue doing crazy things in my mouth. He made soft moans in the back of
his throat, like he was finally getting his favorite indulgence, that first
blessed bite of rich, dark chocolate. He plastered his body to mine, gripping
my hips and grinding his hardness into me.


I could barely keep up with his kiss as he licked into my
mouth and dueled with my tongue. I gripped his head and held on, letting him
take whatever he wanted, because fuck, I was finally getting to taste Riley.


When he finally pulled way with a loud smack, his hips were
rolling into mine with gentle thrusts, and we were breathing hard, chests
bumping. He nuzzled against my neck, nibbling below my ear. I closed my eyes as
goose bumps raced over my skin.


“Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he


“Can’t or won’t?”


He paused and then he nipped my earlobe. “Smartass.”






“Kiss me again.”


This kiss was less frenzied but no less intense. And now
his hands were moving, sliding under the hem of my shirt. He brushed his
knuckles over my abs, and I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose.


He pulled back and eyed my chest hungrily. “Take your shirt
off, Col.”


I reached back with one hand and fisted my shirt at my
upper back, tugging it over my head, then down my arms before I tossed it to
the side.


He laid his hands flat on my pecs, then ran his palms over
the smattering of hair I had on my chest. “I love how you look,” he said
quietly, almost reverently, his gaze on his hands. He tugged a little on the
hair around my nipples, and I grunted. He smiled.


If this were anyone but Riley, I would have been
uncomfortable, maybe even embarrassed at the way I was being studied. But with
him . . . I was almost proud of my size and my chest. Especially
because of the way his eyes took me in, like I was a chocolate dessert. “You
know I love how you look too, Catwalk.”


His gaze lifted to mine, and then he kissed me. Slowly.
Like he was savoring the moment and my taste.


Fingers dipped into the waistband at my jeans. My belt
rattled and loosened. Riley leaned back and pulled it from my belt loops, the
leather slapping together as he tossed it to the side. He flicked open the top
button of my jeans with one finger and lowered the zipper. He made a strangled
noise when he found me commando. And then he sank to his knees.


Riley. On his knees. Shoving my pants down my thighs.
Pressing his face along the length of my cock, his tongue licking one long
swipe up the underside.


“Fuck, Ri,” I moaned, thunking my head back on the door and
gripping his hair. “Fuck.”


Then that long tongue again, this time licking the seam of
my balls, and I snapped my eyes open, because I didn’t want to miss a single
moment of this. I wanted it burned in my brain, behind my eyelids, this sight
of Riley between my legs, sucking one of my balls in his mouth, eyes closed,
expression one of pure bliss.


His hand gripped my cock, pressing it up and into my belly
while he licked and laved the skin of my balls. I loved this, always had, but
not every guy was into this. It was like Riley was made for me.


And then his hand shifted, and a wet, hot mouth descended
on the tip of my cock. I sucked in a breath and then watched as Riley slowly,
ever so slowly, lowered his head, my shaft disappearing into his mouth as he
took me down his throat.


My fingers flexed in his hair at the heat of his mouth and
the swirl of his tongue. “Oh shit.”


He moaned, the vibration nearly bringing me to my knees.
And then he began to work me. Like a fucking blow-job expert, he bobbed his
head in time with his fist and rolled my balls with his other hand.


I watched my spit-slick shaft disappearing between those
beautiful full lips. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, rotating his wrist along
with his head in a twisting motion that had me immobile. I could feel the
orgasm starting, my balls tightening.


But there was one thing missing.


“Look at me,” I whispered.


He kept his eyes closed and didn’t react to my words.


“Ri, look at me.”


Still nothing.


I reached down and cupped his chin, my thumb pressing into
the corner of his mouth, where my shaft slid in and out. “Baby,” I said softly,
my accent thicker with arousal. “I want to see your eyes.”


He paused, then his eyelids raised as he pulled back. When
only my tip remained in his mouth, his gaze met mine.


There was so much there, swirling and whirling, all his
emotions—his need—right at the surface, and he knew it too, as the color rose
on his cheeks. I saw why he wanted to keep it from me. And like the selfish bastard
I was, I wanted it anyway. I’d asked for it.


With his eyes on mine, he bobbed his head once, twice, and
then I was done. With a cry and a tightened fist in his hair, I shot down his
throat. It felt like I came for five minutes straight, because Riley kept on
sucking and swallowing, wringing every last drop from me.


Riley let my softened shaft slip from his mouth, a small
smile on his lips as he kissed the wet tip. I leaned my head back against the
wall, closing my eyes because my head was spinning. My hand was still in his
hair, but my fingers slipped as he moved. My feet were lifted as he pulled off
my boots and socks, one by one, then removed my pants. I opened my eyes as I
stood in front of him, naked.


I licked my lips. “You gonna let me return the favor now?”


His eyes were at half-mast, his lips red and swollen.


He stepped closer, still in his T-shirt and jeans. He
gripped my hip and then slid his hand around my waist to palm my ass. He leaned
in close and pressed a kiss to the hinge of my jaw. “You gonna let me have


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Review: Trust by Ella Frank

Review: Trust by Ella FrankTrust by Ella Frank
Series: Temptation #3
May 2, 2015
Genres: M/M Erotica, Erotica
Pages: 401
Format: eBook
Source: Purchased
Also in this series: Take
Also by this author: Take
Amazon US

TRUST – verb: to believe in the reliability, truth, or strength of another.

Up until now, Logan Mitchell has never had much of a reason to trust anyone.
Having struggled with a self-identity crisis throughout college, he’s spent the years since then creating a sophisticated facade to present to the world.
It’s an armor he thought was impenetrable—until he met Tate Morrison.
The gorgeous, headstrong bartender he’d sat across from only months ago has taken a tight hold of his heart, and Logan is discovering that it’s time to let go.
It’s time to let someone inside.

After years of placing his dreams on hold for his family, Tate has finally chosen to do what makes him happy and follow his heart.
The one thing he never would’ve imagined was that it would lead him into the arms of a man—and not just any man—the striking, never-takes-no-for-an-answer Logan Mitchell.
Tate has fallen hard, and as his world is turned on its axis and they move forward together, he finds his life becoming more entwined with the confident, successful lawyer.

Even though neither man expected the other, it’s time to trust in their relationship—but not everything comes so easily…

Over the course of the Temptation series, Logan and Tate became one of my all time favorite literary couples.  Seriously, they are right up there with Scarlett and Rhett. << Those are extreme words right there, people.
I think what draws me in is that they both come from such very different places, they both bring some strong insecurities to the relationship but they both fought so hard for each other and to find the life that works for them both.
Trust closes this series with some heavy emotions, some extreme turmoil, some tears…yep, I shed one or two. It touches on a real life subject that happens to many partners and I got very emotional about it.  I won’t explain in order to keep this spoiler free, but it really is a heartbreaking situation.
On top of that, there are still those insecurities I spoke of that need to be handled once and for all.  It’s not been an easy road for either of them, but the hard road is easier to walk when you have true love holding your hand along the way.
Frank handles the situations she creates for these two with such a unique voice though, she evens out the drama and sadness with Tate and Logan’s signature banter. They never fail to put a smile on my face, that usually melts off by the steaminess their snarky talks lead to. 
This is such a vague review but the bottom line is this – read this series! Read about two men finding themselves in someone else, learning to trust and love in an absolutely unconditional way, all while having witty conversation and super fucking hot sex. What more could you ask for?
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About Ella Frank

Ella Frank is the author of the #1 Bestselling Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite erotic serial, A Desperate Man. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”

A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR. You can reach her on the web at and on Facebook at

Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Philips.

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Review: Take by Ella Frank

Take by Ella Frank
Series: Temptation #2
July 8, 2014
Genres: M/M Erotica, Erotica
Pages: 256
Format: eBook
Source: Purchased
Also in this series: Trust
Also by this author: Trust

TAKE – verb: to reach for and hold in one’s hands or get into one’s possession, power or control.

Logan Mitchell is a man who’s always been more than happy to take what he wants. It’s a philosophy that’s proven lucrative in both his business and personal life, and never was it more apparent than the night he laid eyes on Tate Morrison. After pulling out all the stops and convincing the sexy bartender to give him a try—he’s hooked.
Now, Logan finds himself in a predicament that demands more from him than a smart-ass answer and his innate ability to walk away when things get too deep.
He has a choice to make, and it’ll force him to do something he’s never done before—take a chance.

Tate Morrison knows all about taking a chance. He took the biggest one of his life the night he showed up at Logan’s apartment to explore his unexpected reaction to the man.
Ever since then, he’s thought about little else.
At first he was convinced his attraction was based solely on his body’s curiosity. But the more time he spends with the silver-tongued lawyer, the more Tate realizes that their physical chemistry is only the beginning.
He’s starting to catch a glimpse of what life with Logan would be like, and it’s one full of excitement and satisfaction—a far cry from what he had in the past with his soon to be ex-wife.

Each man will face their fears as they begin to understand the true meaning of give and take. Their feelings for one another will be tested, as will their very beliefs. But now that they’ve found love where they least expected it, will they be brave enough to reach out and take it?


This book. 
It broke me a little. 
I was so in love with both Logan and Tate coming out of Try. I would not have expected to be able to feel even more for them.  But what Take does is rock the foundation that was built in Try and it was so sad and so sweet and so … much!
Logan’s harder edges get peeled away, we learn his history and how vulnerable he truly is.  I enjoyed getting to see that side of him.  He’s not always the self assured man who oozes confidence and sex appeal with every breath.  He’s also just a man looking for someone he can trust to truly love him. Just him. Just the way he is.
Living a same sex relationship out in the open can’t always be an easy
thing.  Especially if you brought up Catholic.  Tate began to come to
terms with that in Try but to convincing his family that he is the same
person regardless of who he loves, isn’t easy and it may mean losing
them forever.
Tate becomes a much stronger man in Take.  His decisions begin to settle but then his family rips him apart for them.  That was the hardest thing to read and it quite nearly brought me to tears.  Tate’s determination to be who he is and love who he loves made my heart soar and that’s not an easy task as my heart is this hard, heavy, tar-like thing. 😉
I could gush about these two for hours but what it really comes down to is this:  Take is a beautiful and sensual story of TRUE LOVE and what it means to risk everything to keep it – your life, your family, your heart, your security…all for love. 



About Ella Frank

Ella Frank is the author of the #1 Bestselling Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite erotic serial, A Desperate Man. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”

A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR. You can reach her on the web at and on Facebook at

Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Philips.

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