Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Release Day Blitz: Beer Goggles Anthology by 14 great authors + 5* review

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Publisher: Limitless Publishing 
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Release Date: April 18, 2017


14 AUTHORS with 14 WTF moments after a night of drinking....

ALL PROCEEDS will be donated to ST. JUDE


The List by Alyson Santos

Not With You by D.Nichole King
Toasted by Shantel Tessier
Ten Too Many by A. m Hargrove
Oh Tequila by C.A. Harms
Shenanigans by Chelsea Camaron
Beauty and the Brown Noser by Evan Grace
Test Me by Molly Mclain
Sex, Alcohol and My Neighbor by Terri E. Laine
Oh Shit by Lacey Black
Strike Out by Jennifer Miller
Tattooed Redemption by Alicia Rae
Have you ever had too much to drink?
The Guy in 3C by Cheryl McIntyre
Vikings by Sunniva Dee

Synopsis
Have you ever had too much to drink? 

Everyone knows hooking up with someone while under the influence is a bad idea. But…sh*t happens.

What did I do?

Who did I do?

Where are my keys…and my underwear?

Welcome to nights of not-so-innocent drinking gone awry. Find out where it all went wrong…so terribly wrong…

From sexy neighbors to embarrassing advances—and that person who you know for a fact wouldn’t be there in the first place had it not been for the alcohol. Remember or forget? It doesn’t matter—because either way, those nights can still follow you forever.

Truth be told, when the night is over and the beer goggles are off, some things can never be unseen.

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My Review 

Ten Too Many by A.M. Hargrove

*ARC received in return for an honest review

A.M. Hargrove is one of my favourite 'go to authors', which is why I chose Ten Too Many to review and I wasn't disappointed, I loved it! 
I have definitely woken up from the night before thinking 'WTF? I am NEVER drinking again!' Famous last words.

This may be a short story but it's certainly not lacking in content, action and heat. From the first page I was sucked in and I didn't want it to end. I want a night out with those girls, all though I fear my liver would never recover.

The drunken 'sex-capades' of Lena and her friends on a much needed holiday had me laughing out loud, identifying with the effects of drinking waaay too much, one minute then fanning myself the next minute, due to the seriously hot scenes.   

A  quick, hilarious and steamy read. Just perfect when you need something to lift your mood. If Ten Too Many is anything to go by, I can't wait to read the rest of the book! Go 1-click now.

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Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Blog Tour: A Special Obsession by A.M. Hargrove + 5* review * excerpt

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A Special Obsession, an all new contemporary romance from A.M. Hargrove, is available now!!

Annie is one of my favourite authors and I'm so excited to be a part of this Blog Tour.

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Title: A Special Obsession 
Author: A.M. Hargrove 
 Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 23, 2017

Synopsis

Rule Number One: Never let anyone get too close…

Weston Wyndham has more money on his tattooed wrist than I’ll ever have in my bank account.

Drunk, he was gorgeous, wicked, sexy, an inked god.
Sober, he is the most arrogant man ever.

If he thinks I’m going to let him order me around like one of his servants, he’s wrong. If he wants me to date him after all this, he’s out of his mind. I don’t care how rich he is, or that he drives a Ferrari and a fancy truck. Those walls I put up are there for a reason … and they were built to last.

But he’s relentless, and hot, and it turns out he likes his girls a little fiery. Giving in doesn’t have to mean disaster—unless I break my number one rule.

Special O’Malley is a handful. With a name like that, she ought to be. Sassy as hell, bossing me around, but damn if I don’t deserve it.

I’m used to getting my way, dealing with difficult people, only she’s not buying any of it. Usually my money attracts women. Not Special. She doesn’t give a damn about it … or me.

There’s more than one stubborn player in this game. I have a few tricks up my sleeve and I’m not
 planning on giving up any time soon … at least not until I’m between her thighs, making her moan. 
And those concrete walls she has … I have news for her. Concrete crumbles if you strike at the right place.

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Excerpt

“Good morning.”
“Who are you?” he asks.
“I’m the owner of the bar you passed out in last night, Mr. Wyndham. You should be more responsible about how much you drink when you go out.”
His jaws click together, and he squints. Without saying a word, he flops back down onto the couch and rolls over like he’s going back to sleep.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Sleeping. Now be a nice little girl and hush. I’m tired and my head is pounding like a bass drum.”
Seriously? “What do you think this is? The Holiday Inn?”
“No. The Holiday Inn would’ve given me a bed.”
My mouth sags open. Of all the … “Hey, if it hadn’t been for me and this couch, your ass would’ve been sleeping on the street.”
“Whatever. Now, please be quiet.”
“I will not. You need to leave. I have things to do.”
“Fine.” He slowly stands, and I look up. He’s tall. Much, much taller than I thought last night. Probably because he was all slouched over and could barely walk. As I stare at him, he moves around me and I figure he’s going to the bathroom. Boy am I wrong. The man barely has his eyes opens as he walks down the hall, finds my bedroom, takes off his pants revealing the most perfect naked ass created, and climbs into my bed. Of all the nerve! Now what the hell am I supposed to do?
This is ridiculous. I have errands to run, things to do. It’s Sunday—the day I visit my Mimi. She cooks Sunday dinner, and I spend the afternoon with her and—shit. Laundry … I need to wash clothes. All my panties are dirty, and my laundry hamper is in the closet in my bedroom. Fuck it. I’m going in anyway.
Stomping into my room—my room—I go to the closet and grab my hamper, making sure I’ve collected all the dirty clothes. Then I drag it out of the room, intentionally making as much noise as possible.
“Can you please keep it down? My head is splitting wide the fuck open.”
“So sorry you decided to drink a truckload of liquor last night. And no, I can’t keep it down. I have work to do. Go home and sleep it off there if you want quiet.”
He groans out a response I can’t understand and don’t bother asking him to repeat. What kind of person does this sort of thing? After I stuff a load of darks in, I run down to the bar to check my restaurant inventory for the food service rep who’ll be stopping by in the morning. But I do a half-ass job of it because I don’t want to leave the asshole up there alone, although I don’t know what he’d steal. A guy with a watch like that and a black American Express wouldn’t want any of the crap I own.
When I get back home, the washer is finished, so I move that load into the dryer and start the next. Then I get everything out for breakfast. Before turning on the stove, I pull out my beat-up laptop and check out that watch of his. When I try to price it, I only find pre-owned ones and they go for up to fifty grand. What the hell does this dude do for a living? Rob banks? Who spends fifty grand on a fucking watch when you can get a Timex for fifty bucks? And that wasn’t even a brand new one. Maybe he stole it. Maybe he’s a professional high-end thief. Or one of those art thieves, like in that movie where the guy steals all the original pieces and replaces them with fakes. What if he killed someone and stole it off him?
Calm down, Spesh. You’re just acting crazy now. He can’t have a black AMEX if he’s not a bona fide rich dude. After a few deep, calming breaths, I start to feel a bit better. Time to cook some eggs.
Everything’s ready to go—butter sizzling in the pan and eggs whipped—when my guest walks into the kitchen.
“Oh, good, you’re making breakfast. I’m starving.” He stretches his arms in the air and then rubs his stomach like a little kid. I’m happy to note he’s wearing his pants again.
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah. Three eggs, toast with butter, no jelly, and I’ll have some sausage. No links, only patties. And grits. With butter and salt. No pepper.” He plops down into a chair at my tiny bistro table for two. “Hey, can you bring me a cup of coffee?” He points to the coffeepot on the counter. “And some ice water. I’m dying of thirst. You wouldn’t by any chance have any Gatorade, would you?”
No please, thank you, kiss my ass, nothing.
Holding the whisk in my hand, I think about throwing it at him instead of the sink where I’m placing it. I walk back to the stove, pick up the spatula, take a deep breath, and say, “I’m sorry. This is not a restaurant, and I’m not your waitress nor am I your maid. If you want coffee or water, get up off your ass and get it yourself. Oh, and FYI, no Gatorade.”
The man looks appalled. “I just thought since—”
“I know what you thought.”
“What am I supposed to eat?”
Slanting my head, I point the spatula at him. “Cook the eggs, sausage patties, toast with butter, and grits your own damn self. Look, mister, there’s something you keep forgetting. You passed out in my bar. We carried you to my apartment. You slept on my couch. But by damn, I will not be following your orders. I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but I believe it’s time you leave.”
He stares and says nothing for a long moment. Then he extends his hand. “I’m Weston, and you are?”
Oh brother, here we go. Get ready for the name game. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. Holding out my hand, I say, “I’m Special.”
There go the brows, straight on up to the hairline, and then he lets out a raspy chuckle. “Well, I like an honest woman. You sure have a high opinion of yourself.”
I should’ve expected this. “Not exactly. Special is my name.”
“Is that so? And what precisely is your game?” He winks.
I huff out a lung full of exasperation. “No, you don’t get it. That is the legal name I was given at birth.”
With brows drawn together, he asks, “Who the hell names their kid Special?”
“A seventeen-year-old girl who had no business having a kid in the first place. That’s who.”
He clamps his mouth shut, and I can see his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
“Hmm. Okay, Special. Do you have a last name?”
“O'Malley.”
“Special O'Malley,” he repeats my name, and for some reason, I like the way it sounds rolling off his tongue. That’s a first. High school was a bitch having a name like Special. The girls were nasty and didn’t bother with snide comments behind my back. They did it straight up to my face. The guys, on the other hand, were a little less obvious, but only because they wanted something from me. Dumbass me didn’t figure that out until it was too late.
“That’s right.” My hands rest on my hips, a non-verbal challenge for him to make some smart-ass comment. He doesn’t. He tilts his head and stares. I’m not sure what’s going through that wealthy mind of his, but he’s making me damned uncomfortable. I stare back at him. His hair is straightened. More to the point, he’s pulled the top part into a ponytail, so the one side, which is cut super short, can be seen. Unfortunately, I am very attracted to this man. And why does he have to be so damn hot? He is a contradiction to what I’ve always assumed the rich to appear. He doesn’t have that stodgy, starchy look. In fact, he looks to be quite the opposite, almost rebellious, which draws me in. I’ve always identified with that, never conforming or fitting into mainstream. Parts of him scream wealth, but other parts are rough and defiant. It’s the sort of look I’m attracted to. He finally dips his head in a single nod, and the corners of his mouth turn up. Fuck. Me. That should not be allowed. My knees want to buckle from the sheer beauty of it, but I stand strong.
“So, Special O'Malley, how about we make a deal? I will pay you if you fix me breakfast. I’m not picky. Just starving and extremely thirsty.”
“It won’t be cheap.”
He still smiles and says, “I’m pretty sure I can afford it.”
“Okay, but just so you know, I don’t have sausage patties. Only bacon.”
“I love bacon.”
“All right, then,” I say, and turn back to my chore of cooking.
Once I get everything going, I tell him he should shower.
“You think I need one?” he asks.
“You smell like you swam in a barrel of Jack.”
He lifts his arm and takes a whiff. “I’ll be back.”
“Towels are under the sink,” I holler to his retreating form.
Jesus, that guy. I should be heading to Mimi’s any minute instead of cooking him breakfast. How did I get hooked into doing this? Because I’m an idiot, who’s drooling over him, that’s how. The food is almost ready by the time he emerges from his shower. He’s fresh smelling, wearing his black jeans, and holy shit, shirtless. Not only does he have the one tat I spied earlier, but multiple pieces of art etched into his tawny skin. Saliva nearly runs down my chin, but I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before it has a chance.
“I borrowed your toothbrush.”
He says it so nonchalantly, like it’s something he does every day. My spatula stops in midair.
“You what?”
“I needed to brush my teeth, so I figured, yeah. You know—good dental hygiene and all. Besides, you said I smelled bad.”
My hand flies up in the air, nearly knocking the pan off the burner. “Are you crazy? That’s my toothbrush!”
“Calm down there, Spike. It’s only what, three bucks’ worth of plastic? I’ll leave you much more than that in a tip, if you’re extra nice to me.” He grins at me. If I weren’t so pissed, I would’ve spent more time looking at how perfect his teeth are.
Spike?
“That’s not the point. You should’ve asked first.”
He casts a sour look in my direction. “Right. I’m glad I didn’t. Because it’s not like you would’ve said it was okay. Besides, I needed to brush my teeth.”
“So, what am I gonna use?”
“Hey, it’s not like I have any contagious diseases or anything. I’m not a walker.” Then he starts acting like a zombie.
“Stop it. Are you always this annoying?”
He stops and thinks about it for a moment. “No, I’m worse. Or my parents seem to think so.”
“Can’t say that I blame them. I can’t believe you used my toothbrush.”
“Christ, if you don’t shut up about it already, I’ll really regret it.”
“You should. That’s just gross.”
“Why? It’s no different than if we kiss.”
“But we haven’t kissed and won’t be anytime in the next century.”
“You sure about that?”
Suddenly, his arm whips around my waist, he spins me, and I’m staring into smoky gray eyes, only inches from mine. Before I can push him off me, his delicious lips find my own, and he kisses me. His tongue pushes through the O of my lips, and he does a lazy exploration of all the secret places inside. He knows his way around a girl’s mouth. This is no sloppy kiss. When he releases me, I’m gasping for air as I smell the beginnings of breakfast burning.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks.


I shove him off me, saying, “It was awful. Absolutely the worst.” I focus on the bacon, eggs, and grits so he doesn’t see the flush that’s heated my neck and cheeks. “Just so you know, that toothbrush you used? It isn’t my regular toothbrush. I keep that one in the medicine cabinet. The one you used I scrub the shower tiles with.”


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My Review

*ARC received in return for an honest review

A.M. Hargrove has done it again, another MUST read.

I have never wanted to hug a book like I have this one!!
I just need to look at the cover (which is just PERFECT and fitting) and I sigh. A Special Obsession left me feeling so warm and fuzzy and very protective over it. I know this probably doesn't make sense but that's how it made me feel.

The prologue began with a bit of suspense and I was hooked, I couldn't put it down. One of the things I really enjoyed about this book was the way love grew gradually between the main characters, Special and Weston - a slow burner which was a refreshing change from all of the insta-love/lust books I've read lately.

A.M. Hargrove has a way of bringing out my bad side with the wonderfully vile supporting characters she creates. I was so angry at the way Weston's family treat him, I wanted to do serious harm to them all! 😡 However, she injects healthy doses of humour, passion and tension filled drama into her plots to balance it out, keeping you hooked from beginning to end.

I loved the strength and feistiness of Special, how she wasn't afraid to go after what she wanted in life but, in love she was so sceptical that anyone could find her attractive, let alone someone like Weston who seemed to have everything.

Weston was all kinds of hot with his sexy looks, his tattoos and his dirty mouth. He may have been a bit of a spoilt rich boy but he melted me with his sweet and caring nature, and when he went up against his family my arms just ached to hug him...tight. Oh, I want a Weston in my life *sighs*.

This is the second book from this author where the youngster in the story stole my heart. Cody is just too adorable, I would get a huge grin on my face with the things he would say or do.

We get a sneak peek at Weston's best friends from school and I can't wait to read their stories!

I have laughed, shouted out loud and gasped my way through A Special Obsession and loved every minute of it, I can't recommend it enough.

I give this a rating of...

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About the Author

One day on her way home from work as a sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast-forward. If she didn't do something soon, it would be too late to write that novel she had dreamt of her whole life. She slammed on the brakes, made a crazy decision, and quit her job. Then she reinvented herself as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author. She fancies herself all of the following: Reader, Writer, Dark Chocolate Lover, Ice Cream Worshipper, Coffee Drinker, Grey Goose Aficionado, and #WalterThePuppy Lover. If you’re around her for more than five minutes, you’ll soon notice she has a tendency to talk you ear off.


             

Thursday, 23 March 2017

Release Blitz: A Special Obsession by A.M. Hargrove

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A Special Obsession an all new contemporary romance from A.M. Hargrove is live!!



Title: A Special Obsession 
Author: A.M. Hargrove 
 Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 23, 2017
 
Synopsis
 
Rule Number One: Never let anyone get too close…

Weston Wyndham has more money on his tattooed wrist than I’ll ever have in my bank account.

Drunk, he was gorgeous, wicked, sexy, an inked god.
Sober, he is the most arrogant man ever.

If he thinks I’m going to let him order me around like one of his servants, he’s wrong. If he wants me to date him after all this, he’s out of his mind. I don’t care how rich he is, or that he drives a Ferrari and a fancy truck. Those walls I put up are there for a reason … and they were built to last.

But he’s relentless, and hot, and it turns out he likes his girls a little fiery. Giving in doesn’t have to mean disaster—unless I break my number one rule.

Special O’Malley is a handful. With a name like that, she ought to be. Sassy as hell, bossing me around, but damn if I don’t deserve it.

I’m used to getting my way, dealing with difficult people, only she’s not buying any of it. Usually my money attracts women. Not Special. She doesn’t give a damn about it … or me.

There’s more than one stubborn player in this game. I have a few tricks up my sleeve and I’m not planning on giving up any time soon … at least not until I’m between her thighs, making her moan. And those concrete walls she has … I have news for her. Concrete crumbles if you strike at the right place.

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Free in Kindle Unlimited

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About the Author

One day on her way home from work as a sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast-forward. If she didn't do something soon, it would be too late to write that novel she had dreamt of her whole life. She slammed on the brakes, made a crazy decision, and quit her job. Then she reinvented herself as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author. She fancies herself all of the following: Reader, Writer, Dark Chocolate Lover, Ice Cream Worshipper, Coffee Drinker, Grey Goose Aficionado, and #WalterThePuppy Lover. If you’re around her for more than five minutes, you’ll soon notice she has a tendency to talk you ear off.


             
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Release Blitz: Bleed The Water Red by R.L. Griffin


Title: Bleed the Water Red 
Author: R.L. Griffin
Release Date: March 23, 2017

Synopsis

When Kate Tennison returns to the low country of South Carolina it’s with her tail tucked between her legs. She doesn’t want to be there and face the love of her life, who’s now married with a child. Distance has not broken the spell of fear that surrounds why she ran from her home in the first place.


Her story is a tragic one.

Mom in rehab.

Father dead.

Career annihilated.

When we run from something looking back over our shoulder, we miss the scars on the arms that now hold us.

Can the magic of the water heal her wounded heart or does something dangerous lurk underneath the perfect features of the new man she’s decided to take a chance on?







About the Author

R.L. resides in the Atlanta area with some cool dudes: her husband, son and two crazy dogs. She was born and raised in the South. She attended Georgia Southern University and moved to Washington, D.C. to intern in the United States Senate during the impeachment trial. Falling in love with the city, she went to law school at American University, Washington College of Law. By A Thread is R.L.’s second book, but is the first in a series that got her back into writing after a ten year hiatus. She writes anything from romantic suspense to psychological thriller to romantic comedy. One of the things that readers always say is they never know what kind of story they will get from R.L.




Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Release Day Blitz: An Act of Courage (Acts of Honor #4) by KC Lynn + excerpt + giveaway



Title: An Act of Courage (Acts of Honor Series - Book 4)
Author: KC Lynn
Release Date: March 20, 2017

Synopsis

She’s the light from his past.

He’s the one her heart has always longed for. 

Trained by the best, Christopher Walker has fought hard for his country and even harder to forget the only girl he’s ever loved. He spent countless nights submerged in death and destruction only to find himself clinging to the memories of her when the darkness crept in. 

When her life is threatened, Christopher will stop at nothing to protect her. Even if it means having to confront his past.

Alissa Malone never thought she would find herself face-to-face again with the only boy she’s ever loved. But she soon realizes Christopher is not the same man he once was. 

His touch is still electrifying—his voice still earth shattering. But there’s a darkness about him that wasn’t there before. A pain he harbors so deep that she can feel it all the way to her soul. 

One fateful moment destroyed his very existence, and only one person will be able to make him realize that what he considers an act of dishonor was truly an act of courage.

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This is Book Four in the Acts Of Honor series, the spin-off series to Men Of Honor. It is not necessary to read all of the other books in the series. However, I do highly recommend that you at least read Resisting Temptation, the third book in the Men of Honor series, since this is where these Characters story began.


Excerpt

One minute I’m drumming to a beat I could never play on my own then the next I’m flipped around to face him, his fingers digging into my hips possessively. I gasp, my breath racing as I stare back at him.

Something passes between us.

A decision.

A choice.

No more fighting this.

“Fuck complicated.” His earlier words fall past his lips then our mouths become one.

The connection slams into me, sending my heart reeling. Our tongues duel in a beautiful battle, the sound of our passion filling the air as our past ignites.

A growl erupts from him, vibrating against my lips. “You taste as good as I remember.”

I want to tell him the same thing but can’t. All I can think about is his mouth never leaving mine, not even for a second, or it might kill me.

At this moment, I’m not even sure how I survived so long without it—without him.

He slides the stool closer to the drum set before his hand moves between us and presses on my chest. I seize the opportunity to suck in air and let him guide me to my back, my shoulders resting against the musical cylinders.

His hands move to mine and it’s then I realize I still have the drumsticks gripped tightly in my fists. With a sexy smirk, he pries them both from me, throwing one on the floor but keeps hold of the other.

His dark eyes never sever from mine as he unbuttons the shirt I’m wearing, exposing me to his stare. The cool air whispers over my heated flesh, my nipples straining for his touch.

                “So fucking pretty.” The wild lust in his eyes triggers an intense desire in me.

                 I bite my lip to keep from moaning but all silent caution is thrown out the window the moment he takes the stick and brushes the tip of it over one aching bud.

                Another gasp parts my lips, a fiery whimper purging from me at the cool, hard feel. My back arches, the small touch igniting an inferno in my body.

                “Remember the things I used to do to your body, Alissa? How wet you would get when you’d hear me sing?” he murmurs, dragging the smooth wood down my tummy. “You’d beg me to take your ache away. Remember?”

                “Yes. Do you?” I ask. I’m dying to know. Has he thought of me as much as I have him?

                “Yeah, baby. There isn’t a moment of our time together that I’ve ever forgotten.”

                His admission has my throat burning and heart aching. Aching at the loss of him, of what we could have had.

                What we did have.

                “The good,” he whispers. “The bad.” He slips the stick in my panties. “And the fucking beautiful.”

                “Oh, god, Christopher.” His name spills past my lips on a cry of pleasure as he glides the stick through my wet flesh, slowly working it against my swollen clit.

                He plays my body like he plays every instrument. With skilled perfection and grace. Keeping his momentum, he leans down just enough to suck a hard nipple into his mouth. His teeth graze it with a pressure that borders on a beautiful pain and it’s enough to send me over the edge.

                Blissful cries rip from my throat as I’m swept up into an intense storm of pleasure.

                “Good girl, scream for me, Alissa. Let me have your pleasure because next it’s going to be my cock working this hot little pussy.”


About the Author

K.C. Lynn is a small town girl living in Western Canada. She married her high school sweetheart and they have four amazing children: two lovely girls and a set of handsome twin boys. It was her love for romance books that gave K.C. the courage to sit down and write her own novel. When she is not in her writing cave, pounding out new characters and stories, she can be found living between the pages of a book, meeting new tattooed, hot alpha males with very big…Hearts.

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