Posted May 15, 2015 by Kris and Vik in Blog Tours, Book Love, Giveaways, Home, Special Content & Excerpts, ❤ Reviews by Vik ♡ / 0 Comments

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@TheSpencerRyan exudes confidence,
I mean, have you seen him???
His dark good looks and tattooed muscled perfection are too much.
He’s hot. Lickably hot.
And he has a way with words that leaves me breathless.
But cocky doesn’t even cover it,
this guy is so arrogant you have to fight back.
But God he’s so lickable!
The thing is though,
he looks like sex but he’ll taste like jackass.

@OMGJazzyP is a sexy, annoying ball of rage in fuck-me heels
and she hates me.
Although her nipples would tend to disagree.
It’s a deadly combination.
She’s a princess.
And when I say princess, I mean intolerable, spoiled brat with a tiara.
Sure she’s got that curvaceous goddess thing going on,
but that mouth of hers…
God it needs something in it to shut it up.

This is not your average British romance.
It’s a tale of high heels, hot tattooed bad boys and
sex oranges, all wrapped up in a coating of chocolate.
It’s ‘love’ in a social media world,
where not everyone is who they seem
and where some people’s bios should carry a warning.

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Vik Review5coffeebean

Aaaaaaaaaalright ladies and… well you know MORE ladies ’cause well this book speaks to all the ladies and neglected (hopefully not) lady bits. Rejoice! After reading this… no wait… WHILE reading this all your body parts will tingle and you will try to catch yourself from full on petting your nubbin in PUBLIC while reading.

W-O-W… This was my first read by the author and honestly if she keeps on writing material like this I am in for EVERY publication.

Let’s break this down… Twitter style our HOT GOD SUPERSEXED SUPERCOCKY (and then some) @TheSpencerRyan aka Spencer Ryan entertains himself and all his twitter followers being his usual confident man-whore self.

@OMGJazzyP aka Jazz/Jasmine Parker is a bit of a stalker thanks to her trusty friend, Mags (God love her!). After accidentally running into him on the streets of London and a bit of light stalking they discover his Twitter persona. 

After exchanging couple tweets Spencer and Jazz start a HOT exchange that made my train rides rather uncomfortable. Their social media sparring was SCORCHING hot! What I loved most about this book is that I was never bored with the sex scenes/foreplay. Yup, sometimes it does get too tiring and repetitive BUT it wasn’t the case with this book… YAY Kerry! So every explosive (hehehehe I made a pun) encounter between those 2 was new and open and full of off the charts sexual chemistry. It makes me sort of weep thinking that this is a piece of fiction and not a biography.

“You’re filthy.”

“Yes, I am, thanks for noticing,” he grins.

“No, I mean you just climbed out of a hole.”

“And now, I’m hoping to jump into another one.”

As you can tell their relationship moves past twitter and sexting via DM… DMexing? Twexting? *shrug*… anyway their relationship does move into real life which blessedly does not stop their hilarious and laced with sexual frustration & innuendos that entertains the masses (us – readers – included). What is more entertaining is both Spencer and Jazz experience what we all do  (well ok those that experienced the world of internet dating/socializing) is that who we are on the internet is not exactly who we are in real life. You know being more brave and open behind the computer screen. So that is exactly when happens to our hilarious couple.. what sizzled via tweeter is even more sizzling in RL but HEY! throw in a bucketful of anger-fucking.

This story is simply amazing and a great fast paced read full of humor, and GUSHING good times of 2 people who love to hate each other and hate to love each other and this girl wouldn’t want it any other way!

“…He’s a dick. It’s THIS!” I point at my rebellious crotch. “This is the bit that likes him. The rest of me is fucking pissed off, Mags!”

“Pissed off about what?”

“That he’s so fucking smug, and that I can’t stop the bloody rush of desire when I’m around him. I feel like I’m living in the Twilight Zone. Except it’s just this bit right here,” I draw an invisible square in the air around my bits. “This is the zone where nothing makes sense. It’s the Spencer Zone!”

Mags laughs and I try to keep a straight face. “Every other bit of me is quite aware that this is insane.”

The one thing to be warned about as the story is British Romance so there is quite a few British slangs. Also, I SERIOUSLY didn’t appreciate underrating the power of coffee… yep looking at you Spencer… now send me some ab shot and you will be forgiven!

Spencer Excerpt 1


The sight and smell that greets me is just the same as it was yesterday. Bowls and utensils everywhere; and an incredible smell of chocolate and trays with neat lines of rolled truffles. Except today, I notice it. How did I miss all this crap yesterday, chocolate usually comes above everything!

Oh, but yesterday I was on a mission.

Drooling, I head around the counter and pick up a ball of chocolate from one of the trays, savouring it as the flavours explode in my mouth. Dark chocolate with some kind of boozy fruit flavour. God, it’s good.

And she did this?

She’s dangerous.

A woman who looks like her, thinks like her, wears those shoes, gives me shit and makes stuff like this, is a danger.

If I had a heart, I’d be falling in love.

I come to a big bowl of soft looking chocolate goo with a spatula sitting in it. I dip my finger in the gooey goodness and lift it to my mouth.

Holy hell! That is fucking amazing. It’s ginger and dark chocolate with some alcohol. Damn. I want to put my face in the bowl. I glance around, then shrug. Lifting the spatula out, with a decent scoop, I lean against the counter and take a good long lick.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she barks as she comes into the kitchen.

“Just having a taste, Princess,” I reply, turning to let her see me take another lick.

She storms over, trying to grab the spatula out of my hand. Good luck with that sweetheart, this is me and chocolate. You ain’t getting it back.

“You can’t just wander in here whenever you feel like it.”

“The door was open.”

“Give that back!” she demands, catching hold of it. For a second we both pull at it, but then I see an opportunity and let go. Chocolate splatters her face, neck and chest and stops her dead in her tracks.

I choke on a laugh.

She looks at me, mouth open, “You did that on purpose!”

I shrug.

She glances down at the mess on her chest and my eyes follow, locking in on her begging nipples, visible through her dress. She looks embarrassed.

“It’s ok, Princess, I know they like me even if you don’t. Happens whenever I’m around.”

“It does not!”


I step closer. She backs off, but I catch her arm and pull her close.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

“I don’t waste chocolate,” I reply softly and then lean in and swipe my tongue over her temple.

She wriggles, but it’s a weak effort. “Get off me,” she demands.

“Hold still, Princess, it’s all over you.” I take another lick at her cheek and move down to her neck.

“Ok, that’s enough,” she snaps, her breath catching in her throat as I suck in her earlobe.

I lick her neck just below her ear even though there’s no chocolate there and the way her head falls slightly back in surrender makes me swallow hard. “It’s never enough,” I murmur.

What the fuck?

I shake the sappy shit out of my head before I grow a vagina, and pluck the spatula out of her hand, painting a trail down her cleavage. Dropping the spatula on the floor, I grab her by the arse and lift her so that I can lick it all off. She yelps and struggles and I plonk her down on the kitchen counter, leaning forward and feasting on the stripe I painted between her breasts. Her dress is ruined, shame, I quite liked it.



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Kerry Heavens

Terrible wife

Mediocre mother

Appalling housewife

Fashion graduate

Wedding co-ordinator

Sex toy salesperson

Shop manager


Font collector

Romance addict

Fancier of nice men

Ok, fancier of almost all men

Awesome cupcake baker

Incessant singer

Film buff



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