Thursday, 30 June 2016


Bet Me Something, (the story of Kenzie and Colby), is now available! This is book #3 in the Something Series.

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I can't wait for you to read about Kenzie and Colby's story and hope you love it as much as I did writing it!

Sincerely, Aubrey

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Being able to stand on your own two feet sometimes requires getting knocked off them completely…

McKenzie “Kenzie” Lane is newly graduated from college and looking forward to a dream internship she has lined up for the summer in LA. Unfortunately, her controlling mother has other plans. 
Colby Singer, with his hot-as-sin looks and wicked charm, is never without attention from the ladies.  Despite suspecting how Kenzie feels about him, he’s always kept her comfortably off-limits since she’s the baby sister of one of his best friends. But when he’s determined to distract her temporarily from the stress of her mother’s ultimatum, deciding to show her some fun, he quickly finds that keeping her in the friend zone is not as easy as he’d hoped. 
Once Kenzie realizes this may be her last opportunity to gauge her long-time crush’s true feelings, she puts it all out there in the form of a bet. It's the perfect idea for her perfect man.
Until he isn’t.

OH MY GOD I freaking love Aubrey Bondurant, her writing is so good she was me me fully invested in every book. Bet me something had me so hooked from the first page. Of course I have read Aubrey’s books so I had some back story between Colby and  Kenzie.  If you have read Aubrey’s other books then Kenzie is Brian’s younger sister and Colby is Josh’s younger brother. This book was an actual first for me as in a got really well and truly turned on while reading . Aubrey can write I mean she CAN BLOODY WELL WRITE AND IS FANFREAKINGLY FANTASIC AT IT.  Repeating the words by another reviewer Samantha, Aubrey is amazing at writing engaging character’s. I count myself lucky to be gifted an arc but even luckier to be Aubrey’s friend. 

Will a dose of reality lead to true love? Or will it crash and burn before it can even get started?
Full Length Standalone book with no cliffhanger. Third book of the “Something Series”

Recommended for mature readers due to situations of language, and sexual content.

Tuesday, 28 June 2016


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With steady patience, Sir Branford teaches his young wife the pleasures that are to be found in their marital chambers. Though still unsure of herself, Alexandra begins to open herself to the possibilities of her new life. As Branford expresses his desire to have more than a simple political marriage, Alexandra begins to see a brand new side of her husband. Alexandra soon discovers there is more to being Sir Branford’s wife that sharing his bed. When the lives of nobles rest in her hands, she finally begins to understand the importance of her position in the court and in her husband’s life.
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Excerpt: He ran his tongue first over one nipple, then the other, while his thumb and fingers continued touching between my legs and making my hips rise up of their own accord.  Branford’s fingers dipped farther inside of me, and I felt them curl up as I stiffened and cried out in short, panting breaths.  His fingers retreated quickly, leaving me suddenly empty and somewhat confused. At the same time, he released my breast from his lips and made a light trail down the center of my body, stopping at my navel.  My fingers moved from his shoulder to his hair, and I let the wonderfully soft strands glide between my fingers.  Branford’s gaze tilted upwards, looking at me, smiling his half smile, and making my stomach clench inside.  While his eyes were still locked with mine, he reached out with his tongue and ran the edge of it around my navel, and I shivered.  Branford grinned, kissed the skin just below the little indentation, then started moving farther down.  Much farther down. “What are you doing?” I breathed, my eyes wide. “Kissing you,” he responded with an arch of his brow.  He tilted his head and kissed first one hipbone, then the other.  He slid his hand down my side, over my hip, down my leg, and then curled around my knee.  He lifted my leg, laying it over his shoulder while he continued to watch my face.  As his intent became clearer to me, my breath caught in my throat, and I whimpered. “Branford…” “Shh…” I felt his lips brush softly over the skin of my inner thigh, and he slowly continued a line of kisses up the inside of my leg while I lay back, horrified at what he was doing.  I remembered the feeling of his fingers between my legs, stroking and fondling me until I was screaming out for him in the middle of the forest, and I remembered the feeling of his tongue across my bare nipples. My breath escaped me in gasps as his tongue reached out and took a long lick from my opening to the tiny, intense spot at the top of my folds.  His darkened eyes stayed trained to mine as he swirled the tip of his tongue in a small circle around the little nub.  I whimpered, panted, and grasped at the blanket below me as his lips joined his tongue, wrapping around my flesh—licking and sucking as he had done to my breasts only moments before.  An instant later, his fingers joined his mouth, and I felt him slide them slowly back into me—moving in and out leisurely as his tongue circled and pressed against me.

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oh this was so good, them getting to know each other in so many ways, i adore them both so much and i am so invested in  this story. the consummation was beautifully written  and i just love love love it.  shay writing is so believable, she really does amazing when writing about something"different.


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Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.

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Wednesday, 22 June 2016


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I'm not a good man.
I'm not a bad man.
But I've made some bad mistakes, made the wrong choices.
Who hasn't? But the consequences are tearing us apart.

I love two people.
I love them differently.
The world tells me I have to choose. Why? Why do I have to choose?
Loving hurts. Dancing heals.

Love makes you soar, makes you fly and sets you free—and then it lets you freefall until you're smashed and bleeding on the ground. Ultimately, love is the worst thing that can happen to a human being.

Im my opinion.
I love two people.
I love them differently.
One is a man.
One is a woman.
And they are brother and sister.

**** A stand alone novel in the best-selling Rhythm Series. ****

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“Two minutes to curtain,” called out the stage manager.
We all hustled to take our places for the first number, and Ash walked with Laney as she wheeled herself to a spot where she could watch from the wings.
I felt a shiver of anticipation skitter across my skin, and I stretched my arms over my head before shaking them out, keeping flexible, keeping moving.
“God, I’ll never get enough of this,” whispered Sarah. “I hate it and I love it.”
I knew exactly what she meant. The nerves never really stopped, but the second I stepped on stage, adrenaline and muscle memory took over. My body would respond before my brain felt the fear of dancing in front of a thousand strangers.
I could hear the audience, hear their breaths, feel their excitement, feel the heat rolling forward from the press of bodies.
And then the house lights sank and the theater dropped into darkness, the electricity of expectancy lighting a fuse.
Al, the conductor, tapped his baton, and there was a collective breath as the band prepared to play, fingers hovering above keys and strings, the drummer poised, tension in his arms.
Then the music blasted out in an explosion of sound and light, and I was on stage, alive, powerful, doing what I was born to do.
I became the role, I lived the dance, blood pounding through my veins, my muscles coiled and released as I lunged and leapt, my arms sweeping through the space around me, filling it with spirals of strength and emotion.
Nothing could beat this feeling, this intensity, this desire to drink from the well of life.
And it was magnificent.
For a split second, I caught Ash’s eye, and we shared something that only another dancer can understand—a connection, an emotion so fleeting, I could have dreamed it.
I feel it too, brother.
Two hours later, we stood bathed in sweat under the bright stage lights, smiles on our faces and tears in our eyes, soaking up applause as the crowd rose to their feet, cheers and whistles soaring above the roar. My chest heaved from the exertion, but also from the deep emotion that dancing always brought to me, and I knew that everyone on this stage felt the exact same way.
Sarah stood next to me, tears running down her face, happy tears; tears of achievement and joy; tears of satisfaction and sorrow that it was all over. The end of a performance was a birth—the memories of the audience would live on—and a death, too, as another show ended. So tonight, we were celebrating and grieving.
“I’m going to miss this so fucking much,” she sobbed, staring up at me, then out at the cheering crowd. “God, I’m going to miss you, Luka, you bloody great hunk of sexy Slovenian.”
“I’ll miss you too, buča,” I said sincerely, leaning down to kiss her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears.
All the dancers linked hands, raising our arms in the air as we took our final bow. Ash stepped forward, looking down at the band and applauding them, too. Then he clasped his hands together and pressed them to his heart, before waving to the audience and leaving the stage.
Yveta, Gary and Oliver stepped forward with me and Sarah to take our bows as co-leads, then we too left the stage.
And it was all over.
The applause drained away as the curtain fell for the last time and the house lights came up.
Then it was the slow descent to normalcy as we peeled away the roles we’d played, along with our costumes, wigs and makeup.

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Jane is a writer of contemporary romance fiction, known for thoughtful stories, often touching on difficult subjects: disability (DANGEROUS TO KNOW & LOVE, SLAVE TO THE RHYTHM); mental illness (THE EDUCATION OF CAROLINE, SEMPER FI); life after prison (LIFERS); dyslexia (THE TRAVELING MAN, THE TRAVELING WOMAN).
She is also a campaigner for former military personnel to receive the support they need on leaving the services. She wrote the well-received play LATER, AFTER with former veteran Mike Speirs. ( )

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Jane Harvey-Berrick never disappoints me in her writing. I love how each story or series can vary so much. This book is the second in a series. You probably could read this book as a stand alone but I would highly recommend you read the first in this series before you begin "Luka". It will help you appreciate certain characters in the story and the baggage they carry from their past and how it impacts Luka in a good or bad way. Luka was such a lovely complex multi-faceted man. Nothing is simple about him or the situations he finds himself in. She did such a great job of writing someone that made me feel all of his sadness, anger, vulnerability, confusion, and elation. Luka is someone who avoids falling in love, yet he has a magnetism that draws so many to him that they cannot help but fall in love with him. I liked how unpredictable the story was and that I was unsure of how it would end and most importantly, how I wanted it to end. Yet, I loved going on this emotional journey with Luka. 
This story left me wanting more. Please tell me there is another book on Luka! I have not had quite enough of him yet.



Tuesday, 21 June 2016





As Alexandra tries to conform to her new life, she soon discovers that betrayal lies inside the castle walls. When noblewomen plot against her, Alexandra ends up on the receiving end of Branford’s rage. Earning the trust of her wary husband will be no easy task for the young handmaid. Branford may know his way around their bedchamber, but he’s finding himself ill-prepared to handle the duties of both prince and husband. His missteps bring down the wrath of the queen, and he will have to do everything in his power to atone for his transgressions. Branford must find a way to open his heart to his new wife if either of them has a chance of overcoming the treachery ahead.
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Excerpt: “Please don’t get rid of me!” I finally cried out and then covered my mouth with my hand, horrified. “Oh, Alexandra!” Branford shook his head.  “Why would you think such a thing?” I had to look into his eyes because he sounded so sincere, and I needed to understand. “Because I’m not good enough,” I said.  “I'm only a handmaid.  I don't know how to be your wife.  I have no idea how to behave as the wife of a prince.” “Alexandra,” he said, slowly drawing my name out.  “I'm not going to send you away.” “You could,” I whispered, “or worse.” “Alexandra,” Branford repeated, his voice nearly as quiet as my own.  “Have I given you any reason to think I would do such a thing?” Sunniva’s words about assertiveness and being noble of heart came back to me.  Maybe he hadn’t said as much in my presence, but he hadn’t said anything to the contrary, either. “You haven’t given me reason to think you would not.” “Why would I cast you out?” Branford asked. Did he want me to list all the reasons again, or was he looking for something else?  I was certain I had spent more time second-guessing myself in the last two days than I had in my entire life. “You have…you could…there could be someone else you want to choose instead,” I whispered. “What on earth are you talking about?” I took a deep breath and decided if I didn’t say it now, I probably never would. “I saw you…last night,” I said, hesitating a moment.  I took a deep breath.  “You were with that pretty woman from the court.” I felt his chest muscles contract under the side of my face, and his arms gripped me tighter for a moment before he relaxed again. “What do you mean, you saw me?” “You were in the garden,” I said.  “While I was waiting for you, I went out to see what it looked like at night.  You were there…with that lady.” “And?” “You were talking…and I heard you say…”  I paused, both to try to remember his exact words as well as wonder what on earth I thought I was doing.  If my words were taken as an accusation—right or wrong—against my husband and prince, the consequences could be dire.  He owned me, and if he decided to either cast me out for the favor of a new wife or keep me to the side as he entertained himself with someone else, there would be nothing I could do about it. “Say what, Alexandra?” “That you would have to replace me.”

OH i love Shay Savage and i have been waiting for part two for weeks and it certainly didn't disappoint. i think i might love Branford just a touch more after Suniva pushed them to get to know one another, he certainly stood up to the challenge. Alexandra is so realistic with her serf ways she wants to be attending him al the time it is truly beautiful watching her come into her own. Shay has a wonderful writing style and i love everything she writes x

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Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.
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Monday, 20 June 2016


A tyrant by day, a playboy by night. That is the reputation that precedes Richard VanRyan. He lives life the way he wants, no concern for the opinion of others. He cares for no one, is completely unrepentant, and he has no desire to change his ways.
Katharine Elliott works under Richard as his PA. She despises him and his questionable ethics, but endures all the garbage he sends her way, because she needs the job. Her end goal is far more important than the daily abuse and demands she tolerates from her nasty tyrant of a boss.
Until the day, he asks her for something she never expected. A new role with a personal contract— fiancée instead of PA.
What happens when two people who loathe each other, have to live together and act as though they are madly in love?
That’s what happens.
Can the power of love really change a person?
Will they survive the contract?
What do you do when the one person you hate the most becomes the one person you can’t live without?