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Wednesday, 6 July 2016

Bad Bitch! Hardass! Tota D*ck! All by Christina Saunders!



Christina Saunders has released a new series and they are hot!


Bad Bitch Buy Links:

Blurb

They call me the Bad Bitch. A lesser woman might get her panties in a twist over it, but me? I'm the one who does the twisting. Whether it's in the courtroom or in the bedroom, I've never let anyone - much less a man - get the upper hand.

Except for that jerk attorney Lincoln Granade. He's dark, mysterious, smoking hot and sexy as hell. He's nothing but a bad, bad boy playing the part of an up and coming premiere attorney. I'm not worried about losing in a head to head battle with this guy. But he gets me all hot and bothered in a way no man has ever done before. I don't like a person being under my skin this much. It makes me want to let go of all control, makes me want to give in. This dangerous man makes me want to submit to him completely, again, and again, and again...

Excerpt


I rose and grabbed her up in my arms. She made a surprised noise as I pushed through 

to her bedroom and laid her on the covers. She scooted underneath them as I slid in next to 

her.

“Presumptuous much?” she asked. The challenge was back in her voice. But I knew her 

secret. She wanted me to break her will, to accept her challenge and defeat it. I would do it 

again and again. As many times as she’d let me.

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into my chest. She moved to protest but I 

kept my arm around her. She settled in, breathing deeply against my chest. Her exhaled 

breaths tickled against my skin.

We were silent for a long while. So long that I thought she had fallen asleep.

“Did you know that I was never very popular with your persecutor friends?” Her voice

was barely a sound.

“My prosecutor friends, you mean?”

“They don’t really like me.”

“I can’t imagine why not.”

She snorted and pinched my nipple hard. “You had that coming.”

I nodded. She was right.

She continued, “I’m smart. I’m pretty—”

“You are exquisite, not pretty.” I ran my hand along the smooth skin of her back.

She sighed.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know you’re a bad bitch—”

She laughed against me, her mouth grazing my skin. “I know they call me that. All of you 

over there at the courthouse. I don’t care. I like it.”

“I know you do. You’re strong. Shit like that doesn’t get to you.”

“It used to. I used to hate that word. Bitch. I used to be ...” she seemed to struggle with 

the right word, “sensitive? I guess it was sensitive. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I wanted to 

help people. All that shit. The reasons we go to law school in the first place. I wanted to be 

that person. The shining beacon. You know?”

“I do.” I knew exactly what she meant, though I was astonished – and pleased – to hear 

that she ever wanted to be that sort of lawyer.

“Of course you do. You’re doing it, just not the way I wanted to do it. I wanted to help

people, not white collar criminals, but people who’d been railroaded, taken advantage of, or 

let down by the system.”

She had more layers than a birthday cake. I wanted to taste them all.

“What stopped you from doing those things?”

She shook her head against me, as if chiding herself. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not what I

do. Now I’m on the defense.”

“You could have fooled me earlier this week.”

She laughed. “That? I had to give you a shot right out of the gate. See what you’re made 

of.”

“And what am I made of?”

She traced her nails over the lines of my ink before digging her fingernails into the skin 

over my heart. “Hmm, not sure just yet.”

I rubbed her back in silence for a while, waiting for her to tell me more about herself or 

even myself. The music continued playing in the living room, the whine of violins combining 

with the more tangible notes from a piano. I looked around her bedroom in the soft light.

There were no pictures of any family or friends. Nothing to distinguish this room from a 

tasteful hotel suite in some swank high rise.

“Don’t you get lonely here?” I asked.

I could tell she wanted to deny it by the way she tensed. But then she softened. “I have 

work. And there are people there. Lots of them, actually. I’m surrounded by people all the 

time. This city makes sure of that. But, even so. I do get lonely. Sometimes. Do you?”

“Sometimes.”


My Review
*****Five Stars*****

I loved this book!
Evangeline, or Evan for short, is the leading lady in this book, and what I love about her, is that she isn't like your typical heroine. She's strong, confident and sassy. She's a man-eater, and she isn't afraid to go after what she wants. She can be ruthless, and when pushed, she'll go straight for the throat. She is quite literally, a 'bad bitch'.

Lincoln Granade is a lawyer from New Orleans. When he walks into the bar that Evan frequents, she finds herself drawn to his raw masculinity. They have an immediate chemistry which leads to some very steamy scenes! Hot!

The story-line was amazing! Written by someone who clearly knows the legal system inside and out, giving a realistic view of behind the scenes. The drama, the tension...
I absolutely loved this book, and can't wait to read the next one!



Hardass Buy Links:

Blurb

I cave in to no one. My hardass exterior is what makes me one of the hottest defense lawyers around. It's why I'm the perfect guy to defend the notorious Bayou Butcher serial killer - and why I'll come out on top.

Except this new associate I've hired is unnaturally skilled at putting chinks in my well-constructed armor. Her brazen talk and fiery attitude make me want to take control of her and silence her - in ways that will keep both of us busy till dawn. She drives me absolutely 100% crazy, but I need her for this case. I need her in my bed. I need her to let loose the man within me who fights with rage and loves with scorching desire...


My Review
*****Five Stars*****

Oh My God! Yet another fantastically written book by Christina Saunders! Hardass is the second book in the Bad Bitch series, and this time, follows Lincoln's brother, Washington.

Washington Granade, or Wash, as he's called, is a hotshot lawyer. He likes to be in control, and runs his firm with an iron fist - which is probably why he is known as a hardass. He is the ultimate alpha male - confident, brooding, sexy as all hell.

Enter Caroline.
The 'class clown' of the firm. Chance would have it that these two end up working a murder case together, and Wash gets to see that there is more to her than meets the eye. She is an intelligent, feisty, strong-willed woman, who challenges him, like no other has before.

I also have to mention, Terrell Lynch, Caroline's best friend and room-mate. He is hilarious! I love the chemistry that these two have. Everyone needs a Terrell in their life!

This book had me giggling one minute, swooning the next (okay, so maybe it was mainly swooning - super steamy sexy times!). At one point, I was on the edge of my seat, hand covering my mouth as I tried to read faster to find out what was going to happen! I literally couldn't put it down. I loved it!


Total D*ck Buy Links:

Blurb

I’m your classic skirt chaser. A womanizer. A total d*ck. My reputation is dirtier than a New Orleans street after a Mardi Gras parade. I take unwinnable cases and win them. Where people see defeat, I see a big fat paycheck. And when most men see rejection, it’s because the sexiest woman at the bar has already promised to go home with me.

But Scarlett Carmichael is the one person I can’t seem to conquer. This too-cool former debutante has it all—class, attitude, and a body that begs to be worshipped. I’ve never worked with a person like her before—hell, I’ve never played nice with anyone before in my life, and I’m not about to start with her. This woman wasn’t meant to be played nicely with. It’s going to be dirty. It’s going to be hot. She’s about to spend a lot of time with the biggest d*ck in town. And she’s going to love every minute of it…
 


About the Author

Christina Saunders

Christina Saunders is an Alabama girl who loves to tell stories that are always hot and sometimes dark. In addition to being an unrepentant book hoarder, she has a particular affinity for dirty jokes and foul mouths. She lives with her husband and two sassy daughters, who put up with her antics and outlandish writing habits. She's also indie-pubbed under the pseudonym Celia Aaron.


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