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LITTLE BLACK BREAK by Tabatha Vargo & Melissa Andrea~ Cover Reveal


The follow-up to New York Times bestseller LITTLE BLACK BOOK


By Tabatha Vargo & Melissa Andrea
Genres: Romance, Erotic, Contemporary


My name’s Sebastian Black, and my life as I know it is over. My little black book days were numbered the minute I met Rosslyn. She became my one and only and lightened my dark soul.
But now my past is threatening my future—threatening the woman I love. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. Even if I have to lie—pretend to cheat—I need her to leave my world and remain safe.
Breaking her heart is killing me, but I refuse to let my old sins destroy the only good in my life.
If you love her, let her go. If you’re dangerous like me, pray she stays away. I won’t let her get caught in the crossfire. No matter who I have to break.




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My name’s Sebastian Black, and I want to buy you. I could have any woman I want, but I choose you.
Here’s my offer…
I’ll put your name in my LITTLE BLACK BOOK, and when I want you, I’ll call you. When I call, you’re going to come, in more ways than one. It will be mutually pleasurable for both of us.
There are only two rules:
If you do either, I’ll remove you from my book and payment stops.
Do we have an understanding?

SLAMMER by Tabatha Vargo~ Review


Slammer by Tabatha Vargo
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Tabatha Vargo is known for writing hot alpha males. Slammer is no different. However, she added in a big unexpected. I really enjoyed the suspense and build up to this unexpected moment. Vargo gave us the perfect balance of sexy with intensity and suspense.
I will say she pushes the limits on whether this is a viable/realistic plot line but I like my fiction and the fantasy of what ifs with sexy alpha males. However if you don’t like when reality is pushed too far to “that probably wouldn’t happen” then how Lyla and Christopher get together might not sit well with you.
Vargo does a good job of creating hot chemistry between Lyla and Christopher. There is no denying or overlooking that no matter the premise of their relationship. Both characters personalities and flaws are believable and draw the reader into the book. Christopher aka X is bad to the core but you feel a sense of compassion and hopefulness for him. Layla is independent and feisty but has her vulnerabilities. Again you find yourself being cheerleader for these two.
Overall this was a good read that I really enjoyed. Vargo did a great job with continuity, flow, speed of the story and keeping you in the dark just enough to make you keep turning the pages and not give up in frustration.
D 4/5

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LITTLE BLACK BOOK by Tabatha Vargo & Melissa Andrea~ Review, Trailer and Giveaway

Hey crew,
I just read a little story with some delicious schmexy. Check out my review for Tabatha Vargo and Melissa Andrea’s LITTLE BLACK BOOK. Fab read!!!
Be sure to check out the trailer by the fabulous Becca Manuel too. Oh and enter the giveaway!!!


My name’s Sebastian Black, and I want to buy you. I could have any woman I want, but I choose you.


Here’s my offer…
I’ll put your name in my LITTLE BLACK BOOK, and when I want you, I’ll call you. When I call, you’re going to come, in more ways than one. It will be mutually pleasurable for both of us.

There are only two rules:

If you do either, I’ll remove you from my book and payment stops.

Do we have an understanding?

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Little Black BookLittle Black Book by Tabatha Vargo

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I popped my Tabatha Vargo and Melissa Andrea cherry!!! Little Black Book was my first ever read by these authors. Can I say HOT!!!!
Vargo and Andrea know a thing or two about writing sexy or should I say sexxxy?!?!?
What made this read so deliciously hot was the fact there wasn’t over the top gratuitous sex. Don’t get me wrong, the scenes were sizzling panty melters but the story warranted the sex. It wasn’t just thrown on a page. Story you say? Heck yeah!!!! A story that was well developed too. Full of suspense, intrigue, angst, humour, and everything in between. I did not want to put the book down. The main character Sebastian Black might have had something to do with that. Can we say” yes please”!!! Sebastian Black was a book boyfriend to put a notch on the literary bed post. He had great appeal. He wasn’t a boy who hadn’t lived. His back story was the perfect set up for who he was in the book. It wasn’t far fetched either. He was a viable and realistic character. Dimples on a book boy aren’t usually a big deal for me but something about Sebastian Black’s I tell ya…
The female m/c Jessica. I loved her. Usually in alpha male stories, the woman is a bit of a wishy washy, doormat. Not Jessica. She was a feisty one who said what she wanted to say.
Vick, the female secondary. Let me just say a woman scorned…
The setting for the story (Clive’s a New York club) was a perfect setting for the story as it made for a more likely scenario for Sebastian Black’s character.
The writing was quick paced, fun and flowed well. There weren’t any lags in the story and the timeline of the story worked well.
Based on Little Black Book, I would definitely read more from Tabatha Vargo and Melissa Andrea. These ladies and Little Black Book get 4/5 flirty and dirty stars.
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CONVINCING CONSTANCE by Tabatha Vargo~ Release Day and Giveaway!!!

Convincing Constance by Tabatha Vargo is live!!!



As the only survivor of a tragic accident, Tony Russell, aka Tiny, is mentally and physically scarred for life. Years later, he finds himself addicted to the gym and prescription drugs. Relationships and sex are the furthest thing from his mind, but when a replacement guitarist steps in for his band Blow Hole, Tony can’t help his physical reaction to her. She’s a spicy rocker with pink highlights and a scorching attitude, and she’s exactly what he needs…regardless of how badly he refuses to believe it.

Constance McClaire knows all about addiction. After growing up with a junky for a mother, she refuses to have anything to do with that life…until she meets the brooding, giant bass player for Blow Hole. He doesn’t take her shit, has sexy tattoos, and very large hands—but he’s clearly an addict and desperately needs help. Getting close to Tony without allowing herself to become emotionally attached is harder than she thought it would be. Addiction is addiction, no matter what it is swimming in your veins, and Constance finds its Tony she can’t get enough of.

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Turned out Gary Steele from Music Line did have a job for me. I almost lost my shit when he said Blow Hole was looking for a replacement guitarist to finish their tour with them. Fucking Blow Hole! As in some of my favorite music to play.

I knew the chords to their songs better than any other band. I liked their sound and I’d always been able to pick up their pace right away. I could hardly believe my luck. So when he told me they wanted me to come to their condo in Los Angeles to audition, I was all over that shit.

I called Shay to bring me some gas money, told her why I needed it, listened to her scream on the other line, and then I drove entirely too fast to the address Gary gave me. I pulled up around the corner and changed my clothes in the backseat of my car before going inside the massive building the boys lived in.

When I finally made it to the top floor, I stood in front of the door and convinced myself that ringing the doorbell was the best thing I could do no matter how badly my nerves were jumping around. I’d never auditioned before since I’d never played for any other reason than I loved it, and I couldn’t lie. I was scared.

When I finally worked up the nerve, I reached out and rang the doorbell. I stood there waiting for someone to answer the door, but no one came. I rang the bell once more, and the door opened quickly.

“Can I help you?” It was Finn, the lead singer.

Everyone who loved music knew who Finn was. His voice was soulful. When he sang, he put so much emotion behind it you could almost believe he was living his lyrics. He was raspy and deep, and I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t attractive.

He was taller in person, and honestly, I expected more muscles, but that didn’t take away from his eyes or those lips that girls seemed to get wet over. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. A black shirt with cut-off sleeves covered his chest yet revealed his tatted arms, and a pair of drawstring sweats hung from his hips with loose ties that brought my eyes to his crotch.

Quickly, I looked back up at him and my cheeks turned red when his expression told me he’d caught me looking. Turning away, I adjusted my guitar case and shook the thoughts from my head. I wasn’t one to get star struck… ever, but Finn was the real deal.

Looking back up at him, the question in his eyes told me I needed to speak or he was going to close the door in my face.

“I’m here for the audition.” My voice cracked and I wanted to slap myself.

I needed to snap out of it.

I adjusted the guitar strap on my shoulder to show him I wasn’t messing around.

“You’re kidding, right?” His right brow popped up in challenge.

I didn’t have time for the whole females can’t play bullshit I knew was coming. So I went in for the kill.

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Is the word jokester tattooed across my forehead? Yes, I’m a chick. I have tits and a clit, but I have bigger balls than any man you know, and I can play the fuck out of a guitar. Now are you going to keep wasting my time, or are you going to invite me in to play?”

His mouth popped open in a wide, shocked smile. Then he chuckled to himself and stepped aside.

“Then by all means, come in.”

The space was sleek and clean considering it was the home of a bunch of rockers. Abstract red-and-black paintings of different instruments covered white walls, and the place smelled like pot and beer.

The place was huge. I followed behind Finn through three sets of doors until we were in a sitting room, and then I set my guitar case on the counter that split the living room from the kitchen.

 A white, leather sectional filled the room. Eyes stared back at me as I entered behind Finn and instantly I recognized the drummer, Chet, and the bass player, Tiny. Finn left the room, leaving me in a silent uncomfortable moment.

Taking a seat on the edge of the couch, I kept my bitch face on. Chet grinned at me from across the room and nodded at me as he licked his lips. His tongue piercing clicked against his teeth. He was the colorful one of the group. Tattoos and piercings everywhere. I did, however, seriously dig his fauxhawk.

I’d been looking at him too long, and he was enjoying the attention. He was definitely the playboy of the group. I’d heard the rumors about him and how he stuck his cock in anything wet. I rolled my eyes and turned my head, and then my eyes connected with the bass player’s.

Tiny’s name was a joke considering there was nothing small about the man. He was huge. His thick tattooed arms were crossed. A look of absolutely no tolerance was plastered on his face. Quiet and mysterious was his game. Every band had one, and I usually dealt best with them, but something about the way he looked at me made me feel nervous.

His dark-brown hair was buzzed short and faded into a set a sideburns that melted into his light mustache and goatee. My eyes shifted to his lips and again, I wanted to slap myself. It was unlike me to even notice the things I’d noticed since I stepped into the den of sin, also known as the home of Blow Hole, and I wasn’t about to let the disgusting pheromones that lingered in the air get to me.

Tiny’s dark, angry eyes dug into mine and I suddenly felt exposed. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair to make sure I had no strays poking out, and then I turned away from him. Even without looking at him, I could feel his gaze in the side of my face. I didn’t like it.

Just when I was close to telling him off, Finn came back into the room and crashed onto the couch. Behind him, Zeke, the lead guitarist, came limping in. A cast covered his picking hand and instantly I felt for him. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not be able to play. He looked at me in confusion as he sat down.

As far as I was concerned, Zeke was one of the best guitarists I’d ever heard. His technique was unusual, but the sounds that came from his strings were amazing. I’d practiced his sound since the first time I’d heard them play on the radio. I’d once see them from afar in concert at a bar in Los Angeles, but the boys were playing bigger venues these days.

“So where’s the replacement guitarist? Zeke asked in aggravation.

The room filled with laughter like I was a joke, and it pissed me off. I stood and crossed my arms to show them I wasn’t dicking around.

“That would be me,” I said sternly.

Zeke looked me up and down without a drop of sexual awareness in his gaze, and I appreciated the fact that he was simply sizing me up, not checking me out. It probably had something to do with the petite blond that had followed him into the room.

“Is that so?” he asked.

He was acting cocky, and honestly, he had every right to be.

“Yep. Want me to play or what?” I asked.

Everything depended on this job and while I knew some would call me stupid for being such a bitch, I knew the boys would appreciate it. I’d been a part of their world before. I knew all about the girls that chased rockers around with their legs open. I was sure it was refreshing to have a woman in their presence who didn’t drool all over them. I’d definitely checked them out, but I wasn’t the drooling type. Not to mention, I knew band boys weren’t for me—at all.

Zeke looked around the room at the rest of the guys. “Is this some kind of joke?” he asked.

Again, the boys burst out in laughter, which did nothing but make me madder.

“It’s not a fucking joke. Quit being a chauvinistic asshole. Either you want me to fucking play or not. Say something and quit wasting my goddamn time,” I snapped.

His stern expression cracked into an appreciative smile. “Then play,” he said with a careless shrug.

Stepping over to my guitar case, I flipped it open and pulled out my baby. It was a candy apple-red Les Paul from my dad. I barely played it, but I thought of this audition as a special occasion. The boys of Blow Hole didn’t need to see my normal guitar.

I strapped it on, took a deep breath, and began to play. My fingers dug into the strings and I closed my eyes and let go of everything. Rips and grinds filled the condo, bouncing off the walls and shaking the windows. I mimicked Zeke’s playing perfectly. I even ripped through his unique chords that other guitarist seemed to have a hard time with.

I played an entire song and no one stopped me. When I was done, I unhooked my strap and set my guitar back in its case. The room around me was silent, and when I looked up, looks of shock stared back at me.

The only girl in the room, the tiny blonde with ice-blue eyes, began to clap.

“That was amazing!” she said with a smile.

I nodded at her compliment and turned my attention back to Zeke. He stared at me with angry eyes. That was his thing. I don’t think I’d ever seen a real smile from him ever.

“What did you say your name was again?” he asked.

“I didn’t. No one bothered to ask. My name’s Constance,” I responded.

He looked around the room and then back at me. The side of his mouth lifted in an almost grin. “Well, Constance, welcome to Blow Hole.”


BlitzpromoBlow Hole Lyrics

“The Addict”

The addiction you bring

It’s more than I can stand

Feeling your soulful depth

Why can’t you understand?

Bound by sick desires

Reaching for your sin

Body breathing fire

And I can’t let you in


Drugs don’t fail me now

For she’s forever gone

Despising all her strength

Against all that I’ve done wrong

Numb my aching heart

I’ll never be brand new

Finding who I am

In the high that comes from you


I’m addicted to your smile

Withdrawals and frowns are me

Knocked down and I am vile

While you’re forever free

Needing you right here

Jonesing for a dose

Panic turns to fear

Longing for your ghost


Drugs don’t fail me now

For she’s forever gone

Despising her strength

Against all that I’ve done wrong

Numb my aching heart

I’ll never be brand new

Finding who I am

In the high that comes from you

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~NEW RELEASE~ Finding Faith by Tabatha Vargo

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A little FAITH can get you through…

One night. That’s all Finn had with the only girl he ever loved. Years later, all he has left of that night is a silver cross, a broken give a damn, and the unrelenting desire to drink her memory away. As the lead singer of Blow Hole, Finn has his pick of women, but none are able to squash the need he still carries around for Faith. To hate her offers some relief, but when Finn sees her again after so many years, it’s hard to despise her. Especially when every reason he had to hate her, turn out to be lies.

As the daughter of a strict Baptist preacher, Faith Warren lived sheltered from all things sinful. When she met Jimmy Finn, the epitome of all seven deadly sins, she found out exactly what she was missing. After being forced to choose between her soul and the only person in the world who made her feel alive, Faith walked away from Finn and dove head first into her father’s preferred life. But now Finn’s back and he’s getting payback by wreaking havoc on her emotions. Except sometimes bad things feel good, and Faith has to decide once again if she wants to stay in her gilded cage or fly free with the dark angel of lust himself.

***18+ Warning: this book contains some graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature readers only. Not intended for young adult readers.***


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