Thursday, August 8, 2013


TITLE: Adam’s Apple
AUTHOR: Liv Morris
Genre: Contemporary Romance Suspense

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Adam Kingsley reigns as the young prince of Manhattan.  Everything he touches turns to gold making him the envy of Wall Street. Women swoon at his feet, money falls out of his pockets, and his killer good looks are as wicked as sin. A dangerous trifecta.

What more could a thirty-two year old man wish for? Maybe that his life never changes and his past stays far away? Sounds reasonable but life seldom is.

Kathryn Delcour is a beautiful and alluring socialite with unique erotic tastes. When she suddenly appears on the New York City social scene, Adam finds her too tempting to resist.  He has to have her, but she is warned to stay away from him and his player ways. She tries her hardest to keep him at arm's length however Kathryn's arms may not be strong enough to hold Adam at bay.

Hidden secrets, Kathryn's passion for an ancient sexual practice, and a former business partner wanting to inflict a deadly revenge set the scene for a wild ride as Adam tells the story in his own words.


Ok, well, WOW.  I totally didn't see this coming.  I haven't read many books, written by a woman, in a male POV, throughout the entire book.  There were no switches of POV, the woman never got her say and I LOVED IT!  Too often we're hearing a story almost entirely through the heroines point of view, with shifts to the hero's POV.  This all male POV book is in my top 10 for sure!

The cover is a little deciving for me however, which might be one of the only things that I didn't like about this book.  It appears to be a little on the paranormal side, and there's nothing wrong with paranormal, but this book has ZERO paranormal.  This is one hundred percent romance with a little mystery, but not much at all.  

Adam is a man whore billionaire haunted by a tragic past, the death of his mother, the only woman he ever loved or cared for, until he meets Kathryn.  Kathryn has New York City royalty flowing through her veins but is so much more unconventional than one would think.  She also has struggled with the loss of a loved one, making her and Adam almost perfect matches.

With death threats a flyin, fate has pushed Adam and Kathryn closer together.  Will this be a match made in heaven or hell??  

Back to my thoughts, you guys already have a synopsis.  

Adam - man whore, yes ... sexy as sin, yup .. I love your face man whore!!!
Kathryn - Tantra?? What's that ... something I'm going to jump on as soon as I have time to google it more!!!  Sweet Jesus, that is HOTTT
Simon - Oh hell, can we say MOLE (I know he's a man, but still, I like mole ... he's an expert is crazy douchebagery)

The sex is HOTT, Tantra (HOLY HELL) .. there is no typical Heroine here ladies and gents .. she knows who the hell she is and what she working with.  Kathryn is in my top 5 "HILF" .. yeah .. since she's the "heroine" I'm pretty sure you can figure that one out!!!

"Excuse me, I have a cock to ride" .. ahhhh, swoon, a woman after my own heart.

But needless to say, this is a good one!!  No cliff but the series continues.  I cannot wait to see how their relationship, if you can call it that, continues.

Final thought, last 2 paragraphs of the book, IT'S ABOUT DUCKING TIME!!  I was going INSANE!!!

Stay tuned for Adam's Fall this winter!!!


Liv Morris resides in Manhattan with her first and hopefully last husband. After relocating eleven times during his corporate career, she qualifies as a professional mover. Learning to bloom where she's planted, Liv brings her moving and life experiences to her writing. 

Liv received a degree in communication from the University of Maryland. She has published five short stories in the Love in the City series. Her debut novel, Adam's Apple, is due for release this summer.


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Neither one of us utters a single word. My surrender to her witty entrapment of me still hangs in the air. I’m an MIT genius for fuck’s sake, but she’s been winning all the arguments with me. Hands down kicking my ass. Who would’ve thought my mental match would be a sexy-as-hell vixen wearing red lipstick and Shalimar? Both of which are driving me crazy right now.
I’m not sure she has any idea what she has won, as I willingly gave into her. And truthfully I’m not sure, either. We are stilling holding hands with the promise of nothing more. Normally in this situation, I’d be looking for the next willing woman. Holding hands was great in middle school, but I have needs that want to be addressed. Yet here I sit with her. Hand in hand like we’re at a church picnic.


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