Saturday, February 28, 2015

Release Day Blitz: Accepting Cherry by Chrissy Snyder




Twirl me around and watch me spin, a modern day princess lives within…

Charisa has a perfect life. Just like her favored Princesses, she is living the life every girl dreams of: her very own fairytale, but even the sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When happiness is at its peak, fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.

Picking up the pieces to a broken life can be long and bumpy. Most often than not things get worse before they get better.

Despite her despair and the hell she’s been drug through time and time again, she finds love and begins to plan a future as none other than Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she’s going to finally get her happily ever after fate steps in once again and she suffers betrayal and shame at the greatest degree.

Will she give the idea of love a second chance and find her one and only or will her dark secrets prevent her from truly finding herself?

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Behind every prince is a story left untold. 
Look behind the mask and you’ll see it unfold…

Sawyer has lived a charmed life. He’s the catch every girl is after when dreaming of her very own storybook ending. In real life, though, nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One childhood event can forever affect how a man looks at love and relationships, even a golden guy like Sawyer. 

Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Isn’t that what everyone has always taught in history class? He doesn’t have time for love or commitment.
Even the most skeptical with love can sometimes find it in the strangest of places, when that one special someone catches his eye, suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.

The only way to reap the benefits of true love is to put your own demons behind and give love a shot…

When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part ways and let it destroy them both?







             Tonight is a big night.
I’ve taken my time to ensure that I look good.
 
I stare in the mirror as I admire the new lingerie I have to wear
tonight.
  I used my uniform allowance to
get this sexy getup.
  Roger expects us to
always be fresh, never wearing the same outfit within a month rotation because
of the regulars. There are no lower class sleezeballs here.
  This is where the big dogs come out and
play.
  This is the most private club in
town.
  If you knew who some of our
highest paying customers were you would know why.
 















I have a birthday party
that’s reserved the front table of the stage tonight, a group of ten men, all
drunk off their asses already I’m sure. 
I could tell when I peeked out the door as they arrived that a few of
them are newbies by their drooling, excited demeanor.  This is what makes my job interesting and
fun:  breaking them in.  A man gets a good first time and they’ll be
coming back for more, meaning more cash for me. 
I place my tall heel into the seat of my chair and rub baby oil down my
leg, giving me a sexy edge.  Plus, it
keeps the hands from going past the point of restriction. 
            I
finish the other leg and take one final look in the mirror.  It’s a sexy version of a clown; a white baby
doll trimmed in all of the bright colors. The birthday hat and the sexy makeup
top it off.  My ruffle front thong is
orange and it is the final dessert of the hour. 
I paint my lips with a matching cherry-red lipstick like my name and
smack them in the mirror.
            “Cherry,
you’re up in ten.  Don’t keep them
waiting.  This is my biggest payout of
the night.”
            I
roll my eyes in the mirror at the sound of Roger’s voice as he pokes his head
inside the door.  Show the man green and
he’d lease us out in private hotels I’m sure. 
He would never admit that though. 
            “I’ll
be right out, Roger.” 
            He
likes me though, because something about my pretty face keeps his pockets
full.   I’ve already been up on stage a
few times tonight, so for now I’ll be circulating the room.  “Showtime,” I mumble, and strut out into the
club, ready for action.
            The
club is packed with businessmen lingering in various sections of the club. I
love weekends. It’s when all of the high rollers come out to play. They each
have a different story: some leaving their wives at home for a fresh piece,
some making this their last stop before walking the aisle, and the rest college
kids looking for a little fun. I don’t care what they’re here for as long as
their pockets are empty when they leave and they leave everything in the club;
after all, I didn’t make them come here.
I look around the room,
spotting my party sitting in front of the stage. There are a few cute ones in
this batch. This is going to be fun. My eyes lock on one.  He takes me in and gives me a smirk before he
starts to approach me. “Hey there, sexy. What can I do for you?”
He broadens his smile
and gives me a wad of cash. “I need a favor.”
“Oh yeah. What’ll it be,
Darlin’?”
He leans in to whisper
in my ear, refraining from touching me because he knows it’s against the rules
unless he’s buying a dance. “It’s my boy’s birthday. There is enough there for
a hefty tip if you’ll take him to the VIP room for more privacy. I’ve already
booked the dance.”
I look around for Roger
to confirm. I find him standing across the room and he nods at me, giving me the
go ahead. This guy has some nice friends. 
A private lap dance is easily a grand and paid up front to Roger.  It is explained that’s before the tip, so
this guy knows the rules, meaning he’s been here before. “Okay, sexy, but
that’s an awfully generous gift to give someone else. Are you sure you don’t
want it for yourself?” He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind giving him the dance.
He leans back to look at
me. “As much as I would love to watch you grinding on top of me, my boy comes
first, sexy. Maybe another time; I’ll be back.” He winks and backs away with a
large grin on his face. I shrug seductively as I watch him leave. His loss.
            I
head to the VIP room to get ready for my dance, greeting Gerry at the
door.  All private rooms have a bouncer
keeping guard to ensure that the women are safe at all times.  As I’m getting my music queued up, I hum
softly under my breath and wait for my client to arrive. A few moments in and
there is a knock at the door.  I walk
over and open it. Greeting me on the other side of the door is an incredibly
sexy man.  Hell yes, this is going to be
fun.
Something about his face
looks familiar, but I can’t place it.  He
has dark hair, intense green eyes, and is physically fit by the defined muscle
protruding from his fitted shirt.  He must
have come here right after work, because he is wearing a suit, but he’s removed
the jacket and he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tattoos
running up his arms.  I don’t know what
it is about a man with rolled up sleeves and tattoos, but it turns me on in a
way I don’t understand.  Maybe it’s the
business meets bad boy persona.  Whatever
it is has me motivated to get closer to him, making my job easier.
 I step aside to let him enter. “Hi, I’m
Cherry.”
He studies me for a
moment with heated eyes.  The way he
looks at me is as if he’s seen me before, like he knows me.
“Hi, Cherry.”  My name rolls off his tongue in the most
sexual manner, causing a rush of excitement between my legs.  This is going to be one hell of a night: sexy
and seductive. 
The music starts to play
and I place one hand in the center of my sexy stranger’s chest, grabbing a
handful of black material.  I walk
backward and drag him over to the seating area before turning, pushing him
backwards until he falls onto the couch behind him, giving me a deep, sexy
laugh along the way.
“Damn,” he says, egging
me on.  Not wasting any time, I place
each hand on the back of the couch to each side of his shoulders and flip my
hair from side to side.  It starts the full
body roll that follows, pressing each segment of skin to his clothing, ending
with my pelvis.  I stand and turn,
closing in on him, resting against him in a sitting position.  I shake my ass against his crotch, enjoying
the feel of it hardening beneath me. 
While cupping my breasts I roll my head back, grinding to the beat of
the music.  Turning my head to the side,
I watch his eyes glaze over as I touch my body, skimming my hands down in a
slow motion.  I continue gyrating on his
lap, listening to his breathing pick up, confirming the arousal that is
pressing into the crack of my ass.
  I breathe in deeply…. smelling his citrusy
aftershave; something I would say is unique to him.  My hormones are quickly running wild,
something different than normal. It doesn’t take me long to get lost in the
music and this sexy man pressed against my backside as I allow him to become
familiar with my body.  Time stands
still…for a while.  I hear him grunt, praising
me for the havoc I’m causing on his cock and he isn’t even naked. 
I finish out the dance
as the song comes to an end, standing and adjusting my outfit.  He stands as I run my fingers through my hair
and I watch as he fishes in his pockets. 
He pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to me.  I briefly stare at him in shock, but brush it
off and reach for it. He doesn’t immediately turn it loose. 
“How much for house
calls?”
I’m about to say
something, anything to deny his question, but he beats me to the punch.
“Listen, I don’t usually
come to places like this, but I’m here, and now that I am, I kind of like
it.  You have a beautiful body.  Let me show you what I can do with mine,” he
finishes quietly. 
What a generous man, but
I can tell he enjoyed the dance from the large bulge at the front of his pants,
so I know what he’s referring to. 
“I don’t think so,
sweetie.”
I’m ready to thank him
and leave when he grabs my hand, pulling me to him.  He presses his lips to mine before I even
know what’s happening.  I can taste the
whiskey on his breath.  Poor guy is so
drunk I don’t think he knows what he’s asking me, but the way his hands
introduce themselves to my backside I can’t be sure.  He pulls away and touches his index finger to
my lips, silencing me. 
“Think about it.  The club closes at two.  I’ll be outside waiting if you decide to take
me up on my offer.  Sometimes outside of
the norm can be freeing…”
He turns and walks away, leaving me standing
here alone.  I’m not sure what the hell
just happened, but I find myself considering it.  I never do this.  There’s one reason why….”




Chrissy Snyder writes New Adult Erotic romance.  She loves tattooed bad boys and misunderstood women with happy ever afters.  She divides her time between writing and reading when not loving on her very jealous furbaby, Mylo.
If she isn’t writing about heartache or second chances, then she is managing her busy household with her very supportive hubby and two teens.
She dreams of travelling to Europe, Costa Rica and Hawaii








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Saturday, February 14, 2015

Review: Fifty Shades of Grey (MOVIE)

WARNING....... This review will contain minor spoilers. If you have not read the books, you may want to avoid. If you have read the book(s) you already know what happens ;)


I am not a movie reviewer so this is more of a comparative review on book vs movie. Just bare with me while I ramble for a bit.

Let me start by saying a few words about the book/series. I read this book before it was picked up for publishing, before the hype, and before it was plastered all over every single media outlet known to man. 

I was reluctant, at first, to read the series because of the fanfic aspect but I finally gave in and read. I was pleasantly surprised. I had and still have parts about the book(s) that rub me the wrong way. But as an overall story, I truly enjoyed it. I will be the first to admit that they weren't exceptionally well written. That it will never go down in history as a great work in literature. However, when you look past all of that, it has a beautiful story deep within the pages. 

A man (Christian) who is deeply 'disturbed' on an emotional level. He was, clearly, sexually abused as a teenager and that is what pushed him into his choice of "lifestyle". This person, an authority figure who should have been a positive influence, used him for her own sadistic pleasure. 
Now before people get in an uproar, I am not putting down or belittling the BDSM lifestyle in any way. I am a firm believer that what you do in the privacy of your home and/or bedroom is your own business.... as long as it is between two consenting adults.
Christian was a troubled child and he needed people in his life who were understanding of that. Not someone who took advantage of his innocence. She was nothing more than a pedophile. I will hold that opinion for eternity, the end. 

 Ana is a different thing all together. I had mixed feelings about her. She was weak, she was strong willed, she was naive she was not. She was desperate and panting but she also had balls at times. She above all was exactly what she needed to be for HIM. She loves him despite his obvious internal issues and becomes the only person he allows in enough to actually help him work through them. 

I do not now, nor have I ever felt that Christian needed to be "cured" of anything. I do, however, feel like he needed to learn where the line between using BDSM as his way of coping with his issues and actually having that as a pleasure outlet in his life.

I wanna take a second to touch on the media hype. I, personally, rolled my eyes every time I heard the words 'book porn' or 'Mommy porn'.
  1. Book Porn...I have read some books that are LOADS more 'erotic' than this. So what...women read books with sex in them. BFD. Get over it already. How many years have men been reading the articles in Playboy?? Enough said
  2. Mommy Porn... Ok seriously people?? Mommy porn? Let me tell you what Mommy porn looks like. It looks like her husband doing the dishes for a change. Or even making dinner. Or.... good god someone grab me a cold shower.... laundry. Those things equate to Mommy porn.


And now... the movie.

I will not sing the praises of the actors or the script but I am going to say that I feel they played the parts the best they could be played under the circumstances. Part of me feels like this movie was doomed from the start. It has been talked about to the point of being annoying. People (namely ME) who were once excited at the prospect of this becoming a movie became disgusted with the media hype. 

Dakota Johnson plays a pretty good Ana. Even though the breathless gaspy way she spoke throughout the movie was a little over done. Yes, it captured the book character, but it was also a bit much. However, I did like her a lot. She made me laugh several times and I think she portrayed a lot of the emotions to a T. And mad props to the girl... I mean she had to be naked thru a huge part of the movie. ^5 for having the guts to do it.

Jamie Dornan is not my vision of Christian Grey. I had to seriously give myself a pep talk before going in (Don't dislike him just on principle). Now that I have seen the movie I can give him a little credit. He did pretty good. Did he capture Christian? I don't know. I feel like maybe we all have our own version of him in our minds already so maybe he did for some, but for me he was lacking a little. He didn't suck. And I will give him this, the man was wearing the hell out of  those low slung jeans. He played up the sex scenes fairly well. The fact that Christian hates to be touched was clearly portrayed. He was able to play the lighter side of CG way better than the hard side. But, again, he didn't suck.
****Side note -- When he says Laters Baby, it just sounds dumb. I am sorry, that is blunt but its my truth. 

The story was the part(s) I had the most trouble with. I feel like the sexual aspect of the book was focused on more than the actual storyline. There were several things cut out of the "story" that could have been added and there were sex scenes that could have been left out. If you are planning to see it strictly for the sex scenes, you will not be disappointed. While they were very steamy as well as racy, they were also tastefully done.

I loved the fact that they played into Ana 'topping' him. While Christian is clearly the dominate, we book lovers know different. Ana is in control more often than not, and this did come across several times throughout the movie. 

Overall, I will give this movie a 3 out of 5 Stars. I would watch it again once it releases on DVD and I will probably even buy it to have with my books. 

Bottom line, I didn't hate it, but I also didn't love it. So there it is. I even sorta feel like it may have been more successful as a cable series, maybe that way they could have put in the sex that they feel like everyone wants as well as the storyline that we actually wanted most. If you have seen it, tell me how you felt about it.

~S


SHOUT OUT to the guy sitting adjacent to us that slept (complete with snoring) through the entire movie. Happy Valentine's Day to his date. 
DOUBLE SHOUT OUT to the little lady (who we nicknamed Grandma, she was easily in her 80's) a few rows in front of us who laughed out loud at all the most "awkward" moments. High Five grandma!! 
And to the guy that directly in front of us who said, "Did I really just pay money to watch this?" after his girlfriend was clearly upset about the cliffhanger ending. She didn't need your snide commentary so SHHH. But I guess we know what you aren't getting for Valentine's Day, hmmm.













Release Day Blitz: Fight For You by Charisse Spiers






Note from the author: 18+ please

To fight and win means the control is his and only his. The last man standing proves it all. Never again will he be on the losing end of the blow, the one lying broken and bloody wanting to die.

Control. Dominance. Aggression. Competition. Each represent a means to survival, a necessity to stay alive, and to suppress the demons that lie inside; the very ones clawing and attempting to break free from the bar that holds them at bay. Every day is a struggle to stay away from the darkness and evil that lurks deep within. Those are the things that it takes to keep those secrets in the realm of his mind in which they belong, forever buried so far there is no chance to break through the barrier he’s built.

Haddox Hayes has spent the last nine years getting by. He’s worked hard to forget that bloodthirsty night he left behind. The monster that exists within his veins will never be released again if he keeps a clear mind, and free from the debris he knows triggers his instinct to kill. He knows what can happen if it’s unlocked from its cage.

Fuck that. It can go to Hell along with the bastard that is the cause of his eternal torment. Eighteen years paid his sin, and at the age of twenty-seven the guilt still resides in his very core.

There is only one place he sets the monster free, but restricted: the ring. Playing by his rules has kept it on a leash for nine years and he doesn’t intend to break his rules now. The rage, the anger, the buildup, it’s all turned out in the confinement of the ropes against another traitor.

Stay in control. That’s the only thing that keeps his urge to annihilate smothered. Dominate the mind and the memories it holds. Fight aggression with fucking aggression. Be the best there is and lay his ass on the ground before the favor can be returned. Compete to win and to survive, or else the evil that is trying to consume will take over and turn him into the one thing he can’t become. If he becomes that, it has to be paid by death, the most ultimate rule.

A blackened heart isn’t allowed to partake in something as pure as love. He embraces the sweet nectar that a woman holds, sampling a little at a time. Never has he taken the same woman to bed twice. The only way to ensure he doesn’t harm another. A Dom in the ring and a Dom in the bed, his only way to cope within.

Then there’s Piper…the girl that could cause his control to evanesce. Will she be his downfall or his reparation? The entertainment is in the fight. Fight for love, fight for light, fight for her, or end in flight.

A girl with a ban against love, allowing men to bed her to numb her mind from the one that left her behind. Can the girl that won’t submit and the man that requires control find paradise in each other?
 





We finally get in the bar after standing in that long ass line. The music is bumping and there are bodies everywhere, grinding against each other. I let my body subtly sway to the music as I make my way to the bar in the back of the club. 


The first thing I notice is the hot, shirtless bartender making drinks as I push through the never ending people surrounding it. The bar is always more crowded than any other spot in the building. I love this place. It's crawling with hot guys and they have the best music around, not to mention the staff is oozing sex appeal, because their uniform is jeans hanging low on the hips with the elastic brief band of underwear peeking out the top, spelling out the brand they represent. 


This one, in particular, is yummy. His torso is chiseled to perfection and covered in tattoos placed perfectly against his skin. He's definitely worth a second look. I want to nibble on that lip ring in the corner of his mouth. As I study each line of muscle, I find myself wondering if Haddox's body looks like this. 


What the hell, Piper?


Hot bartender notices me ogling him and walks over with a smirk, leaning forward on his forearms against the top of the bar in front of me. "What can I get you, beautiful?" His eyes rake down my body as if he's already undressing me with his eyes.


I smile. This one's in the bag. "Well, how about Pineapple and Vodka, light on the pineapple," I say in my most flirtatious voice as I sit on the stool next to me that just became free. "Start me a tab," I ask, biting my lip. 


"Anything for you, gorgeous," he says and reaches down for a glass, preparing to mix my concoction. Moments later, he sets it before me, smiling. "What you doing later?"


"I don't know. Why don't you tell me," I say seductively as I press the rim of the glass to my mouth.

 
"She'll be with me," a sultry voice interrupts in a close range behind me. 


The bartender looks over my head and starts to back away from the bar. "Sorry, man, I didn't know she was taken. No disrespect."


Pussy. I don't need you anyway if you can't even ask my relationship status to the one person that knows. Me!


I feel like banging my head against the bar. I'm going to need to be intoxicated for this. I press my lips to the glass and drain the contents. Goose bumps start to form as I can feel breathing on the side of my neck. I don't need to look to know who it is. "I thought I had until midnight," he barks outside my ear. 
I can barely breathe with him this close to me. How am I supposed to speak? I don't think I want to at risk of sounding like a crushing schoolgirl. 


Put on your game face, Piper. 


I need more alcohol and fast. I choose to ignore the sexy as shit control freak next to me. Where is Alyvia when I need her? She was only supposed to have been going to the restroom, but knowing her she's already in the middle of the dance floor, covered in sweat. The girl doesn't even need alcohol. She usually sips beer, but comes for the music. 


The Rumple Minze from earlier is calling out to me. "Rumple Minze, two shots," I call out to the female bartender as she passes.


The girl is badass. Not even a minute and the shots are patiently waiting for me to consume them. "What can I get for you, sweetie," she asks, but her line of vision is directly beside me. It doesn't even seem to faze her that she is staring at the sexiest man alive. Hard-core is what that means, because even girls in the coffee shop had their eyes glued to him. 


"Same as usual, Britt." She smiles at the sound of her name.


Wait a minute. Hold up...they know each other? I come to this bar frequently and I've never seen him until the fashion show.


She grabs a bottle from the tub of ice, twists off the cap, and sits the bottle of Bud Light down in front of him. "My mistake, babe. How you been? Same ole broody Haddox, I'm guessing?"


"Something like that," he replies, saying nothing more.


"And as vague as usual too. Maybe we can catch up once the bar slows down. Enjoy your night," she winks and glances over at me. 


I consume one shot, followed by the other. My nerves are going haywire. The alcohol is finally coursing through my veins, leaving me in a more relaxed state of mind, though not much.
I feel a hand wrap around my thigh, not far from my girly area. Oh my...


He spins me around on the stool until I'm facing him. He's so close to my face that I reflexively lean against the edge of the bar. "Are you going to answer my question," he asks, placing his free hand on my other thigh, now holding me in place. 


He starts to rub my inner thighs with his thumbs and my muscles are flexing down below. How can I concentrate on anything he's saying if he's going to do that? He roughly pulls me to the edge so that he can align his body between my legs. It's really a good thing that I'm not modest, because my dress is hiked up. If his body wasn’t pressed to mine, I would be flashing everyone. 


In my hesitation he speaks again. "I don't like to be toyed with, Piper, nor do I like to be kept waiting."
He's starting that controlling bullshit again, pulling me out of my hormonal haze. I press my palms against his chest and push, but he doesn't budge. The alcohol is bringing out my bitchiness. "Maybe I don't like to give myself to a man that hesitates when given the opportunity. I basically put my pussy on a platter and extended it to you, only for you to have to consider it. That's not good enough for me. I may not be the girl to take home to mom, but I'm better than that."


A growl sounds within his throat and he clamps down on my thighs, jerking me closer to him. His cock is bulging through his jeans, aligned between my legs. Fuck, does it feel marvelous. He grinds me against him, his body flush with mine, and his lips just outside my ear. "Does this answer your question?" His voice sounds angry. "Do you want to know how hard you make me? Huh? Do you want to know how much you push the limits of my control? Well, get ready baby, because tonight you're all mine."


I can't think of anything but how much I want this. I don't think I've wanted anything this much in a really long time, possibly ever. Something about him takes me out of my head, allowing me to escape into someplace else. I can't explain it, because I don't understand it myself. I feel like such a whore right now, but I don't care. I'm never like this; given the fact that what happened last night did, but that's also more reason I want to. I want to rid my body of the toxins it holds. I don't want anything left behind of Cole tainting me.


"Okay," I state in a breathy voice. "Where?"


"My place. Meet me outside and don't tell Alyvia where you're going. I'm not dealing with her shit tonight."


He reaches down and adjusts himself, separating us. The distance makes me feel naked. I instantly hop off the stool, attempting to fix my dress. I look around, but no one is paying us any attention. They are too worried about getting laid themselves; the beauty of a bar. "Give me ten minutes?" 


He nods and takes a step back before halting. "Oh and Piper?" I look at him, waiting on what he has to say. "I'll give you what you want, but just remember darkness and light can't coincide. You have to pick a side. Don't say I didn't warn you..."


He turns and walks in the direction of the exit. I'm not exactly sure what he meant by that, but I don't care. Sometimes, I feel like I don't fit in trying to be this girl that I am from day to day. Maybe I'm living a lie. When choosing either sinner or saint, I'm definitely not a saint, but I strive to be a decent person. Perhaps the darkness is where I belong. 


I may not know many things about Haddox Hayes, but I know one thing: You can't force someone in a place they aren't already willing to go. Something is pulling me to him, making me want to explore whatever he has to offer. It's just a hunch, but I get a feeling, I'd choose darkness with him every time.

















"Never let anyone tell you that true love doesn’t exist, because it does. The world may be leaving romance behind, but it can still live in our hearts if we let it. To lose romance would be one of the greatest tragedies. Keep it alive. If it dies the world will be a darker place." - Yours truly

I found books when I was going through a hard time in life. They became my means of escape when things got bad. I realized quickly how much I loved to take a backseat to someone else's life and watch the journey unfold. That began my journey with books in November of 2012. I constantly had a book open on my Kindle app. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself as a writer, because I never thought I was creative enough. I'm living proof that things will fall into place when they're meant to be. People will make their way into our lives when we don't expect it, setting the path for what we are meant to do. Never give up on people. Never stop taking a chance on others. Someone took a chance on trusting me with her work when she didn't know me from a stranger on the street and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime as our relationship progressed, which led me to editing and writing as well. This is my dream I never knew I had. As soon as I sat down and gave writing a shot, it was like the floodgates opened. Now, I am lost in a world of fiction in my head, new characters constantly screaming for their stories to be told. Continue to dream and to go for them. No one ever found happiness by sitting on the sidelines. Sometimes we have to take risks and put ourselves out there. Thank you for all of your support, and may there be many books to come. XOXO- C





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