╰☆╮Author Spotlight: Broken Bonds by Katherine Rhodes╰☆╮

Broken Bonds

The door read: Club Imperial
The truth was: It could never hide all your secrets.
Emmy learned that the hard way.

Behind Club Imperial’s doors lay all of those Emmy never wanted to share. Secrets she wanted to hide forever from the world. And Nathaniel.

As she lay unconscious in the hospital, beaten and bruised, Nathanial never left her side. He didn’t want her lifestyle—their lifestyle—to take away from the justice her attack deserved. Slowly, as Emmy started to recover, she started to accept all the good in her new life…

Until the day her phone rang and her world, all those secrets, came crashing down around her.

Terrible things she left behind suddenly reappeared, and her scars were ripped open. Emmy wasn’t sure she could survive the pain, again, and she had to let Nathaniel go to protect him from the hell of her past…

But Nathaniel wasn’t walking away.

**Content Warning: Contains explicit content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Also contains BDSM, Erotic content and language. 18+ Audience

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EXCERPT

The car turned off the road to a paved driveway that disappeared through the trees. They wound through the greenish midday light and the trees disappeared from her side of the car to reveal Nathaniel’s North Hills estate. Her jaw dropped.

There were acres of manicured lawns between them and the house. There was a stand of trees half way there with a pond surrounded by carefully maintained cattails and native grasses that were starting to perk from their winter rest. She thought she saw a spigot in the middle for a fountain.

Beyond was an enormous white and brick Jacobean-style mansion. Three floors tall with huge windows over-looking the lawns, the front door was set back from the driveway, giving the house a u-shape to the front. There was tower—a tower—above the main entrance which rose to a fourth floor. The top of the house was lined with white cement railing and each of the two front wings had a parapet on the corners. She started counting chimneys and finally had to stop at twenty-five. As they drove further, she caught glimpses of the depth of the house, and there were more chimneys she hadn’t seen earlier. All of the windows were three panes wide and seemed to be floor to ceiling. Part of the back of the house looked newer, but had been added on in the style of the original. It had the traditional white puzzle cornering and there was some ivy on one wing, but it was carefully maintained.

Emmy looked at him. “Is there a ballroom?”

“Of course,” he said dismissively.

“You live in this?”

“Quite.” He smiled. “I’ll give you the whole tour when you’re feeling up to it. Your room is in the back overlooking one of the gardens and the pool house.”

“Pool house,” she mumbled. “You have a pool house.” She turned back and pressed her hand to the window. “It looks like Hatfield House.”

With that thought, the pang of loss hit her so hard she had tears streaming down her cheeks before she even realized what was going on. It had been years since she had thought about Hatfield House and the sudden realization that it was the last time she saw her father was like a bolt of lightning.

“Oh, my God.” Nathaniel pushed over to put his arm around her. “What’s wrong? Holy crap, please stop crying.”

She tried, she really did. But she couldn’t stop the gasps and hiccups that went along with the emotion. She looked at him. “You want to know more about me? The last time I saw my father was at Hatfield House outside of London. We were there for a benefit to try and save the Ukrainian Symphony Orchestra. He was there with Sarinya and had just proposed to her. I left the next day to go back to Boston, and he was killed in a car accident three months later, after playing out the season with the London Symphony. They were going to see Sarinya’s family for holiday, and he never made it.”

He just held her a moment while letting her cry. “I’m so sorry, Emmy.”

“I didn’t think a stupid house could do this to me,” she said, smearing the tears away indelicately. “I mean, I like your house, I just didn’t think it was going to make me think of my dad and get me all worked up like this.”

“You have had a very traumatic two weeks, Em.” He tried to console her. “I suspect most anything will set you off.”

“I hate being emotional,” she hiccupped.

“I can’t imagine why.” He smiled at her.

She smiled back, starting to feel a little more balanced. “You have a beautiful house.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He lowered his voice and continued, “But you can’t go in the West Wing.”

“Why not,” she asked, confused.

“Because that’s where I keep my secret magical rose.” He laughed. “And sometimes the teapots talk.”

Emmy giggled. “So you’re telling me this is a reverse fairytale castle? What does that make Quinn? Or you for that matter?”

“I’m a handsome equine.”

“Oh, so you’re full of horseshit.”

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Author of erotica, light BDSM erotica and paranormal erotica. Expert in the profundities of bad movies and awful literature. Armed with her Bachelors of English, Literature she has set her mind to writing erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun. A lackadaisical laundry goddess, Katherine resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a betta named Fishtian Grey.

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╰☆╮AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Consensual by Katherine Rhodes╰☆╮

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The door read: Tessa Saint.
The truth was: she was nothing of the sort.
Even the name was a lie.

The woman most men fantasized about, a domme, a walking wet dream, and a master with a whip, Tessa Saint took charge and delivered on that fantasy. But Emmy–the woman Tessa became once she walked out the door of the club–was getting tired of the game. It was time to try the vanilla life.

The door read: Nathaniel Walsh
The truth was: the man was an open book
Emmy was interested in reading.

Nathaniel was instantly attracted to the enigma of Emmy, and against her better judgement she lead him into her world of whips and blindfolds, kink and domination. Having a man unencumbered with perceptions of her lifestyle, Emmy could not resist Nathaniel at the tip of her lash, his willing bedroom submission.

The door read: Club Imperial
The truth was: Emmy hid there in the dark for a reason.
She should never have left the comfortable shadows.

Her secrets would find a way to the light- and it was only time until Emmy’s lies were torn away and the truth revealed. Nathaniel wasn’t ready for that.

Neither was she.

**Content Warning: Contains explicit content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Contains BDSM themes, Erotic content and language. 18+ Audience**

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EXCERPT

He followed Emmy down the hall to the kitchen, where he found her with her face pressed into the flowers, inhaling deeply. His blood pressure rose as he openly stared at her backside, shapely and firm in the gorgeous blue dress. It was all he could do to keep from walking up to her and cupping that incredible heart-shaped ass in his hands. She had put the two desserts on the breakfast bar, and her coat was tossed over the chair.
With a sigh, she stepped back from the flowers, but didn’t turn around. “I never got flowers, ever, and now three times in the past three months.”
“I’ll buy you flowers everyday if you want them,” Nathaniel said, walking up behind her and putting his hands on her arms, trailing up and down.
“They make me feel like…” Her voice drifted off. She turned and smiled at him. “Dessert?”
“Oh, yes,” he said. God, no. No. I want to strip you out of this dress, lay you on the couch and have you for dessert.
She walked around him, going to the fridge. “Wine?”
He turned and looked at her. “Actually, do you have a beer?”
She pursed her lips and sighed. “I do, but…”
“But what?”
“I don’t have normal beer,” she said. “I don’t drink macro-brewed piss water. It’s Troeg’s Flying Mouflan.”
His jaw dropped. “You know beers?” She nodded. “And you keep Troeg’s in the house?”
“It’s in rotation,” she said.
“Oh, dear God, marry me.” He laughed.
“I thought you liked wine?” Emmy asked.
“I like good wine just fine, but I’d rather have a beer when I’m not eating at exclusive restaurants,” he said. “I didn’t peg you as the kind of woman who would enjoy beer.”
“A good beer can be just as complicated as a good wine,” she said, pulling out two bottles and putting them on the counter. “And you have to know how to pair the flavors and styles with the food. Troeg’s is a great after-dinner beer.” She handed him the bottle opener and Nathaniel opened the two bottles as she turned to get the plates for the dessert.
He watched her lean up to grab the plates and her leg popped up off the ground. The shoes looked so incredible on her feet. She had lovely long legs and he found himself dreaming about licking them from her ankles to her pussy. He took a deep breath and stilled himself. Down. Down. Not yet.
She plated the fruit and chocolate desserts and joined him at the table. Looking around, she laughed. “I almost never eat here. I prefer the den.”
He stood from the stool. “Then let’s eat there, if that’s where you’re more comfortable.”
“So agreeable. I like that.” She smiled and hopped back down, leading the way from the kitchen to the den where there was a coffee table for them to put their plates on. Emmy took the over-stuffed chair and with a private note of disappointment, Nathaniel sat on the love seat. She picked up a remote and turned on the sound system. An achingly gorgeous aria wafted out of the speakers, and it took Nathaniel a moment to place it.
“Ach, ich fühl’s?” he asked.
“Very good,” she said. “I sang this at one of my recitals. This and Gretchen am Spinnrade are two of my favorite pieces.” She ate a piece of the confection with an unnerving grace.
“You sing too?” he asked. She nodded with her mouthful. “Dear God, Emmy. The cello and a voice?”
“It’s not a good voice,” she said. “It’s merely adequate.”
“If you can sing Papagena, I don’t think you’re merely adequate.”
“Well, no one seemed to agree with you.”
Again he could hear the bitterness in her voice, the sound of someone who had been always left behind and ignored by those around her. She had run a business where she had only been an admin for three days. That was not a woman who was incapable, or merely adequate. He cut off a piece of the dessert and chewed it thoughtfully for a minute, letting the voice from the aria fill the room.
“Oh, damn!” Emmy exclaimed. He looked over and found the latest forkful had cascaded down the front of her dress, leaving a huge chocolate and raspberry stain. “Oh, damn.” She put the plate on the table, and stood. “I have to change, I’m sorry.”
“No, no,” he said. “Go get it off before the raspberry sets.”
She walked out of the room to the bathroom just on the other side of the den. “I’m sorry,” she called.
“It’s fine, Emmy,” he said, sitting back and taking a sip of the beer.
“I was…going to ask you about Imperial,” she called a moment later.
He shrugged, confused. “What about it?”
“Did you like it?”
“I think I was too pissed at Jillian to really care,” he said. “I saw some things that were intriguing, but…well, I have to consider my place in the community. Mostly, though, I was pissed at Jillian.” He paused. “It was a beautiful building on the inside. If I remember anything from that night, it was that woman…”
“You liked her?”
He shook his head. “What’s not to like about leather and lace? But it was more than that. It was the way she walked across that floor, consumed with such fiery anger. She knew who she was and someone had crossed her. She took steps.” He took a sip of the beer. “The outfit was just the icing on the cake.” He took a quick bite of his dessert, and didn’t want to think about that woman. She was an untouchable in a place he didn’t want to make a habit. And was tainted by Jillian. He turned down his lip.
“Would you go back?” Emmy asked, the question floating down the hall.
“I don’t think I will,” he said. “It was kind of a bad ending to a bad week.”
“Never?”
He paused, and looked at Emmy’s dessert. “I can’t say never,” he replied. “I don’t want to think about it right now. It’s probably a very nice place for an interesting distraction.”
“Do you remember what she looked like?” Emmy called.
What is going on here? “Emmy, don’t tell me you want to go there.” She didn’t answer right away and he could feel himself cringing. He heard a heel click on the wood flooring and then another, then two more. She stopped just out of view. “Please, don’t tell me you want to go there,” he said.
“Well, no,” she said. “I was just thinking I could bring a bit of that here.”
She stepped out from behind the wall and Nathaniel dropped his fork loudly on to the plate.
“Fuck.” He gasped.
Emmy was wearing the same black silver-button-up boots, black lace and satin outfit, opera gloves and choker. Her hair was now up, and the only things missing were the whip and the crop.
He stared for a long minute, then rose and walked over to her, where she stood, arms folded, waiting for some sort of response from him. He looked straight into her eyes. “It was you. You were there.”
She nodded once. “It was me.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Armed with her Bachelors of English, Literature from Montclair State University and a pen name, Katherine Rhodes has set her mind to writing erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun. A lackadaisical laundry goddess, expert in the profundities of bad movies and awful literature, she resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a betta named Fishtian Grey.

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╰☆╮AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT & REVIEW: Not Quite Juliet by Katherine Rhodes╰☆╮

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One fateful night, by the grace of beer and peanuts, Morgan Kirkbride–the self-professed super fangirl of Silver Soul– falls for the sexy rock god, Nick D. Literally.

Lands on her ass right in front of him.

Morgan is sure the lead singer of Silver Soul thought she was a graceless flake, but instead asks her to a midnight diner and winds up back at her place. She’s captivated, but sure it’s just a crazy one-night fling… Imagine her shock when the very next Monday at Allegheny County Courthouse, the highly respected, well-credentialed chemist Dr. Nicholas Dovadsky is called as a witness — and Morgan recognizes him as the rock god who rocked her bed.

Sparks fly between them, but things get complicated – fast. When an ex-boyfriend returns to haunt Morgan and her roommate, no one takes him seriously. But when the simple threats become violent, perverse and horrifying, she realizes someone is out to get her.

Nick doesn’t intend for anything or anyone to stop him from getting to know the spunky, curvaceous, if clumsy, woman. He just keeps coming back…because there’s one thing he knows: he wants Morgan in his life, for good.

**Content Warning: Contains explicit content and adult situations that may not be suitable for all audiences. 18+ Audience**

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MY REVIEW

Not Quite Juliet by Katherine Rhodes
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STOCK THE PANTRY WITH SEX WHEATIES!

This was a truly good read! It’s has the perfect mixture of humor, sex appeal, and grit. It’s not exactly a “Rocker” book, but it has that type of element in it. It’s so much more and will have you wrapped in knots a few times!

Morgan is our heroine and she’s absolutely breathtaking. She’s a ordinary girl with curves that go on forever. I like that about her. It’s nice to read about an actual character that somewhat resembles it’s reader! She’s working as a per diem court clerk and moonlights as a bartender at Club Imperial. One day she’ll be the best damn judge! She’s a self professed “Fangirl” of the band Silver Souls so when she meets and sleeps with Nick D, the band’s lead singer, of course she’s convinced she’ll never see him again… until… he shows up in her courtroom the next day!

Nick is all kinds of awesome-sauce! He’s a rocker, a professor, and a sexy hunka alpha cake! He wants Morgan in more ways than one, but he’s struggling with trying to convince her how perfect she is for him. There are a few people dead set on putting her down and making her feel in inadequate, but I think Nick’s got other ideas!

The supporting character cast is pretty good… The other guys in the band are mostly supportive of Nick and Morgan while one asspipe seems to constantly be a dick. Morgan’s friends are great. Even that dummie Lisa cracks me up!

All in all the books was a fun, sexy read! It’s was effortless to read and the pacing flowed with efficiency and felt very natural. This book will make you giggle, sob, and it will definitely melt your panties!

ARC provided by Publisher/Author for an honest review

4.5 Stars

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Armed with her Bachelors of English, Literature from Montclair State University and a pen name, Katherine Rhodes has set her mind to writing erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun. A lackadaisical laundry goddess, expert in the profundities of bad movies and awful literature, she resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a betta named Fishtian Grey.

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✩★✩Author Spotlight✩★✩Katherine Rhodes✩★✩

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SYNOPSIS

Hell called to his soul, but his soul resisted.

Or that’s what Asher Terhune believed.

Born from the demonic seduction of his human mother, his birth destroyed her marriage. They were left with only a Guardian and Watcher to protect them from his demon heritage. Born with a half-soul, Asher quickly learned to use the Seven Deadly Sins to fill the hole inside himself.

His favorite sin was Lust.

Women had no chance of a second night with Asher, once he was done with them. And he had no intention of changing his ways. Until the sweet, calm, caring Sarah Illfrig rocked his world, and refused his bed.

Asher found her refusal unacceptable and took on the challenge of seducing her. Sarah pushed him away even as the desire she felt for him was pulling her in.
But Sarah harbored her own secrets, and when the Guardian and the Watcher found out, it became imperative to keep Sarah and Asher apart.

EXCERPT

Toria thought she’d lost him. When she left the week before and he wouldn’t give her an answer, she really thought that Gad was gone. She spent the week trying to imagine her life without him. Toria hadn’t wanted to fall in love with him, but he was charming and disarming. He was handsome and gentlemanly. And really incredible in bed.

Once she discovered just how good he was, she lost all interest in all the other guys out there. Even though they were supposed to be just friends with benefits, the benefits outweighed most everything else. She’d tried seeing other guys, but they were all about the end, and Gad had always been about the climb.

Beyond that, he was intelligent and kind to everyone.

A shrewd business man, a cunning entrepreneur, but greatly generous. He was just the whole deal and it was amazing that he enjoyed her company.

Walking out had been the hardest thing she had done in a long time. She thought forcing the issue would make him realize what she wanted. He didn’t take a side and she left with the worst words ever, “I’ll think about it.”

The week had been too long. Toria had spent too many hours crying. She didn’t want to let him go. She’d taken her pride in hand and texted him. She didn’t know what his response was going to be, but she needed to hear a yes or no. Her heart had soared when he’d told her yes, and floated a while when she imagined him grunting after the ’tie me up’ comment.

But when she pulled that door open and Asher pulled her into the melee going on inside—completely unheard and unnoticed from the outside—her whole mind froze. Asher held a flaming sword and Gad had been wielding a bright white blade that destroyed the dark demons that surrounded them, and were swarming into the room from a crack.

She didn’t know what to think about the black shield Asher had thrust her behind, she didn’t know what to think about the noise, or the wings that Gad had sprouted. When they hurt him, Toria had to do something—it was Gad, he would do the same for her.

She didn’t know she wasn’t supposed to touch his sword.

It had been as light as a feather in her hand. It sang in her mind and told her what to do. She listened. And the demons fled just moments after she cut down three of them. The huge horse-creature had gone with them. The sword praised Toria in stunning dulcet tones in her mind, oddlywelcoming her to the Realm, and offering a blessing.

All of it made more sense now, even though her mind was a bit incredulous that it was really happening.

She was descended from angels.

She was in love with an angel.

Her fingers traveled through the very tips of the feathers on his enormous wings. Were they enormous? She didn’t really know. They did make her feel small standing against him and looking up at them. The wounds were gone, and she had never felt anything as gorgeously soft and delicate as these feathers.

“They really don’t frighten you?” Gad’s breath hitched as she brushed over them again.

“No.” Toria wanted to just spend the night with those feathers beneath her hands.

“Do I frighten you?” His voice was small, tiny. He was scared. Her angel was scared.

Toria turned, placing her hands on his chest. “I would have left before Asher even pulled me in here if you scared me, Gad. I came back because I’m in love with you and that means all of you. The wings are part of it. A gorgeous,

beautiful part of it.”

“I didn’t want to stay away from you, Toria,” he said.

“My heart is tired.”

“Then let it rest with me.”

She brushed her hand over the feathers she could reach over his shoulder. Gad let out a long, low breath. Toria got it—the feathers didn’t just feel good to her, her soft touch felt good to him. Taking a guess, she stepped in close to him.

Gad.

“I didn’t just come over to help you battle demons, “I know,” he answered, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “But I am glad you were up for the battle.”

Toria brushed the feathers again. “Is it okay that I want you to take me to bed and leave the wings out? Or is that verboten?”

Gad looked genuinely surprised. “Well, most everything I’ve done for the past ten millennia has been verboten, but I’ve…I’ve never not put them away.”

Toria had a flash of him standing over her, naked and winged, and felt a warm rush through her, turning her liquid. “Shit, Gad. Am I going to Hell for fantasizing about you?”

“No, never,” he said. “Oh, please, please, don’t tell me that my holy immortality is going to make you hesitate.” Toria shook her head. “It’s not a sin. You are not an immoral woman. Do not ever think that sex is wrong or sinful. That’s Victorian thinking and it’s wrong.”

“Good,” Toria said, wrapping her hand around the nape of his neck. “Because I’ve got some pretty filthy ideas of what I want to do with you.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Author of erotica, light BDSM erotica and paranormal erotica. Expert in the profundities of bad movies and awful literature. Armed with her Bachelors of English, Literature she has set her mind to writing
erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun. A lackadaisical laundry goddess, Katherine resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a betta named Fishtian Grey.
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