Monday 30 October 2017

Release Day Blitz - The Hunt by Monica James


MONICA JAMES Release Day Blitz
THE HUNT
Monica James
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Series: A Hard Love Romance  
Book 1: Dirty Dix http://amzn.to/1Fz2WX0
Book 2: Wicked Dix http://amzn.to/1RiiIu7
Genre: Rom-Com, Erotica
Release Date: October 30th 2017

WHAT THEY SAY:

My name is Hunter O’Shea and I have a confession to make…I’ve met a girl who consumes me. I know that makes me sound completely whipped, but Mary “Lamb” Mitts has the power to bring me to my knees…it’s just too bad she hates my guts. But that’s okay, because I hate hers, too. The fiery redhead stirs something in me that I can’t explain.
This temporary insanity could be due to the fact my best friend, who used to be a bigger player than me, is getting married. That must be it. I’m caught up in an Oprah moment.
The only solution is to get back in the game and forget she exists. That theory is great—too bad I don’t want anyone else.
I…just…want…her.
I’m so screwed.


What I Say:
I would like to thank author Monica James for sending me a copy of this book in exchange for a fair and honest review.

Two years ago I was lucky to be one of the first to read Addicted to Sin (now retitled Dirty Dix) and fell in love with bad boys Dixon Matthews and Hunter O'Shea. Don't get me wrong you do not need to have read the previous two books to fall in love with Hunter as he only appears briefly in those books but he appears enough for me to want to read his story from as soon as I met the character.

Hunter is the ultimate love em and leave um bad boy but as soon as he met Mary he could never get her out of his head no matter how many beautiful women he slept with. Mary is no pushover and is more of a match for Hunter, she ultimately the one he wants.

Mary is Dixon's soon to be wife Maddy's best friend and as she has been hurt in the past has trust issues and won't let anyone in.

The chemistry between Hunter and Mary fizzes on every page and the sex scenes will have you reaching for something to cool you down as you read.

What I love about Monica's book is just as you think everything is going to work out she brings everything crashing down!

Another fabulous addition to the Addicted to Sin (Dirty Dix) series and would recommend it even if you haven't read the other books



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:


Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson.
When she is not writing, Monica is busy running her own business, but she always finds a balance between the two. She enjoys writing honest, heartfelt, and turbulent stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her readers. She draws her inspiration from life.
She is a bestselling author in the U.S., Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Israel, and the U.K.
Monica James resides in Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of animals. She is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks, and lip gloss, and secretly wishes she was a ninja on the weekends.
AUTHOR LINKS:
Instagram: @MonicaJames
Website: monicajamesbooks.blogspot.com.au
Pinterest: pinterest.com/monicajames81

EXCERPT:
Something is happening and I have no idea what. Mary’s eyes drop to my lips before she uneasily licks hers. Her flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and heavy breathing all point to one thing—but that’s not possible. This woman hates me, all delicious, lithe five-foot-four of her wants me dead.
So why is she not slapping my cheeks and calling me a dirty manwhore when I inch closer to her lips? And why am I not slamming on the brakes because I don’t kiss—ever, but that rule seems to be obsolete when the supplest pair of lips are a hairs breadth away?
I’m rolling in her perfume. Slathering it all over my body and inhaling it like a new drug. She is all goddess, and if I don’t touch her, I’m going to explode.
Placing my palm to her cheek, we both moan at the contact, and when she parts those lips, I’m as good as gone. “Hunter, wh-what are you doing?”
My name has never sounded sweeter. “Shortcake, I don’t know…you tell me.” The ball is in her court. I’m liquefying and my brain turned to mush about fifteen minutes ago, so I’m in no state to be the one calling the shots.
“I…I…” she fumbles, never breaking eye contact.
“You what?” I ask, tugging at the lobe of her ear, before tracing my pointer down her throat. Her pulse is hammering, a sure sign she’s about to either surrender, or flee.
“I…oh god,” she whimpers, biting her lip when I work my finger back up and paint over her jawline in a slow sweep.
“You have three seconds…three seconds to stop me before I part those lips with my tongue, and I won’t be gentle about it.”


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