Pike's story!

Find out more 



Male/Male romance

Available now! Find out more 


Available now for only $1.99!

Find out more 


Watching is only half the fun...

Available now! - Find out more 



Gibson's story!

Releasing Oct. 20, 2015!

Find out more 



*This does not subscribe you to my blog.





Join the Fearless Romantics Reader Group

Latest from the Blog


 Subscribe in a reader


Or By Email

Enter your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner




Roni's bookshelf: read

Trial by FireThe Dom's DungeonBy the BookNakedSmash CutSave The Cat! The Last Book on Screenwriting You'll Ever Need

More of Roni's books »
Roni Loren's  book recommendations, reviews, quotes, book clubs, book trivia, book lists
Search This Site
Powered by Squarespace

Friday Reads: ASKING FOR IT by Lilah Pace


It's Friday Reads time! I've got another dark romance for you this week (what is with me lately? lol). This one's gotten a lot of buzz because it was just released this week, so you may have already heard a little about it. But the book was fantastic and an extremely difficult topic was handled very, very well. Plus, it takes place in Austin and New Orleans (where I've lived and where I'm originally from) so I liked seeing two of my favorite cities. Be advised: The topics it covers can be triggers for some people. Read the trigger warnings first.

ASKING FOR IT by Lilah Pace - Amazon | B&N

“This is who I am. This is what I want. Now I need a man dangerous enough to give it to me.” 

Graduate student Vivienne Charles is afraid of her own desires—ashamed to admit that she fantasizes about being taken by force, by a man who will claim her completely and without mercy. When the magnetic, mysterious Jonah Marks learns her secret, he makes an offer that stuns her: they will remain near-strangers to each other, and meet in secret so that he can fulfill her fantasy.

Their arrangement is twisted. The sex is incredible. And—despite their attempts to stay apart—soon their emotions are bound together as tightly as the rope around Vivienne’s wrists. But the secrets in their pasts threaten to turn their affair even darker...

Reader Advisory: Asking for It deals explicitly with fantasies of non-consensual sex. Readers sensitive to portrayals of non-consensual sex should be advised. 


What are you reading this week?


**Disclaimer: This book is published by Berkley, my publisher, but any books recommended here are from my own TBR pile that I buy with my own money unless otherwise noted. I have not been asked to review this book by the author or publisher. I do not take review requests or feature sponsored content.


Teaser Tuesday: YOURS ALL ALONG



It's TEASER TUESDAY time! Today it's a snippet from YOURS ALL ALONG, my first m/m romance, out in 2 weeks!

This one has a "bookended" structure, so you'll see Hunter and Devon in present day at the beginning and end of the book, but the middle portion of the book is about what happened in college.


Hunter smirked, and they trudged toward the frat house, the wind seeming to get harder and colder as they walked. Where the hell did California get off having this kind of weather anyway?

But the chill only got marginally better when they slipped inside the front door of the house. Hunter’s breath came out in a white puff. “What the f**k?”

Ames, one of the brothers who’d run ahead of him, stepped out of the kitchen, coffee mug in hand. “Looks like we weren’t the only ones pranking tonight. Heat’s been cut off and some jerkoff threw all of our blankets and bedding into the pool.”

“What?” Dev asked, looking up the staircase.

“Maintenance can’t get out here until the morning. I’m heading over to my girlfriend’s apartment. You might want to find a place to crash, too, or plan on sleeping in your coats tonight.” He patted Dev on his way to the door. “Nice work tonight, gentlemen.”

Devon watched Ames go and then both he and Hunter vaulted up the stairs to their room. When they pushed open the door, they both cursed simultaneously.


“Son of a bitch.”

Devon’s bed had been completely stripped down to the mattress, and a bag of ice from the local gas station had been opened up and spread across it. A note pinned to the headboard read, Sigmas wet the bed.

Hunter’s bed was stripped as well, but apparently they’d run out of ice because instead of the full ice bath, all of Hunter’s underwear were strewn across the bed, and baby powder had been dumped all over them. His note read, Sigmas sh*t their pants. Hunter stalked over and swept the laundry from his bed, sending a powdery cloud wafting through the room. “Bastards.”

Devon coughed. “At least your bed is mostly dry. And smells baby fresh.”

Hunter looked over at the mess on Devon’s side of the room. “No shit. No way you can sleep on that. Let’s get all of that off of yours so it can dry out. I’ve got extra blankets and pillows in the closet. You can share my bed tonight.”

Devon lifted a brow. “You’re not even going to buy me dinner first? What kind of boy do you think I am?”

Hunter grabbed an ice cube and chucked it at him. “Shut it, Easton. You’re lucky I’m not making you sleep on the petri couch.”

Ugh, no way. Devon shuddered at the thought of putting any exposed skin on the main couch downstairs. Two decades of parties, hookups, and God knows what else on that fabric. “Screw that. I think the floor in the bathroom is cleaner than that couch. But seriously, you sure you’re okay with sharing a bed? I mean, if you’re weirded out by that or you’re worried about what the other guys will say, I’m not going to be offended. I can find somewhere to crash.”

“With one of your on-again, off-again boyfriends?”

“No, I don’t have boyfriends. Too much work. I have acquaintances who I occasionally do dirty things with.”

Hunter sniffed. “No need to go whore yourself out for a bed to sleep in. I’m fine. Just don’t steal my covers, ’cause it’s f**king frigid in here.”

Hunter walked over to the closet and dumped out a laundry bin, lined it with a garbage bag, and then brought it over to Devon’s bed to start moving the ice into it. They worked in silence for a while, just the clink of the ice hitting the plastic container filling the room, but the quiet was anything but calm for Devon. He was going to share a bed with Hunter. They’d roomed together for almost a year. Things were comfortable. Good. Devon admired without crossing any lines. But it was going to be torture sharing that small bed with the warm, hard body of the university’s favorite athlete.

Pre-order only $2.99!


Kindle | Kindle UK | Kindle Canada



Google Play



The Fearless Romantics - Join the Roni Loren Street Team!



The Fearless Romantics Roni Loren Street Team is officially open to membership!!! Spread the word about my books, get exclusive perks, and meet other readers!

What the heck is a street team? Here’s the deal. A street team means that you love my books (thank you!) and want to spread the word about my books on your social media and to your friends. This is not going to be a high pressure group, but don't join if you're not comfortable with doing that kind of thing. You can continue to hang out here, on FB, or Twitter and still get updates from me. 

But if you're excited to spread the word about my books, then you can join the team and get these awesome perks: 

*Exclusive sneak peeks into new books before anyone else sees them

*Behind the scenes intel on what I'm writing and what’s coming up

*Hang out with yours truly online, including occasional group chats and Q&A sessions.

*Exclusive Giveaways


*Welcome Packet (still working on what that will have)

*A special badge to put on your website if you want to display your street team status

*Opportunities for Advanced Reading Copies (limited amounts, awarded contest style unless you’re an established book blogger/reviewer)

*My undying appreciation

Want more info or want to join? Awesome. First be sure to read through the Group Description on the Fearless Romantics FB Page to get an idea what street members do to spread the word and for the rules of the group. Street teams have gotten a bad rep here and there, and I didn't want my group to be one of those. I have clear rules so that this is a genuine, fun, no-pressure group.

Here's how to become a Fearless Romantic: 

Step one: Request to join on the FB group page here.

Step two: Fill out this short online form.


That’s it! Look forward to seeing some of y'all there! : )




Friday Reads: ONE CUT DEEPER by Joely Sue Burkhart



I've been in the mood for dark romance reading lately. Not sure why. Maybe it's all this rain that WON'T GO AWAY. Ugh. But anyway, I found a great one this week. ONE CUT DEEPER by Joely Sue Burkhart. Ok, first, fair warning. This one is very dark. The BDSM stuff is pretty extreme--knife play, blood play, etc. So know that going in. But despite some of it making me cringe (because of my own comfort zone being pushed), it made sense for the characters. This is for those of you who sometimes find those villains sexy. I love when a writer goes off the reservation with a hero but still keeps him sympathetic and likable, and that's what we have here. I also love when I read something and go--hey, I haven't read this type of story/plot/hero/whatever before. There is also a thriller/suspense type plot that dominates this story in a good way. Let me know if you give it a shot. 


Her needs are dark. His are dangerous.

Charlie MacNiall has been bringing his beautiful king shepherd to the vet clinic where Ranay Killian works for the better part of a year. She doesn't realize he's been slowly wooing her. She certainly has no idea that he picked her deliberately--that she is to become his. A broken heart and a desperate desire to be dominated make her the perfect victim.

His perfect victim.

Charlie fixes Ranay, testing her emotional limits while pushing her sexual boundaries past anything she'd imagined possible. Pain is their shared pleasure...until Charlie disappears and Ranay is all but destroyed.

The FBI says the man she loves is a serial killer. Ranay can't deny there's a darkness in Charlie, a monstrous hunger that drives him to the brink. She even believes he could kill. But Charlie's hunger is what bonds them--it's the foundation of their love. Would he actually kill her?

Buy it: Kindle | Nook

What have you read this week?


**Disclaimer: Any books recommended here are from my own TBR pile that I buy with my own money unless otherwise noted. I have not been asked to review this book by the author or publisher. I do not take review requests or feature sponsored content.


Teaser Tuesday and a Cover Reveal for BREAK ME DOWN!



It's Tuesday again and time for a teaser. And I've got a cover reveal to go along with it!

I'm still writing this one so things may change, but for those of you who don't know, this is the story of Gibson (Kade's brother) and Sam (Tessa's BFF)--both were introduced in Need You Tonight.

So here's a snippet and the cover reveal! AND it's up for pre-order on Kindle and Nook for $2.99 if you want to make sure you don't miss it. Remember with pre-order, you're always guaranteed the best price. 



Snippet from BREAK ME DOWN, coming October 2015!

But before she could complete the breath, a booming knock rocketed through the farmhouse, rattling the door and and sending a scream right up her throat. Darcy barked from upstairs. Sam clamped her hands over her mouth just in time to cut it off. But she scrambled to her feet and turned toward the front doorway like the Big Bad Wolf was about to bust through.

Whoever this was, it couldn’t be good. It was too early and this house was too far out for it to be someone selling something. She needed to get to the bedroom and get the gun she kept in there. But the windows in the living room had thin curtains and she’d have to cross that room to get to the stairs. What if whoever it was saw her?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Her hands shook. There were knives in the kitchen. That’d be something. She took a step that way when the banging came again, each knock like a jolt of electric anxiety through her.

But just as she almost made it to the doorway to the kitchen, a familiar voice echoed through the house. “Sam, it’s Gib. I know you’re here. Open up.”

Every tight muscle in her body sagged in relief. Gibson. It was Gibson. Not an ax murderer in a hockey mask. Okay. Okay. 

But then as soon as that thought settled—I’m safe. Another one hit. It was Gibson

She had no idea how he’d found her, but she’d told him to leave her alone when she’d left The Ranch. And she was a fucking mess right now. If she’d wanted his help, she would’ve asked him for it. That sent a rush of righteous indignation right up her spine, anger hot on its heels.

Part of her was tempted to just ignore his pushy ass. Pretend she wasn’t here. But knowing him, he’d break the frigging door down. So instead, she gathered up that anger into a nice, spinning ball in her gut and stalked toward the door. 

He banged on it again before she could reach it, so when she swung the door open, his fist was still hovering in the air. He blinked as if surprised she’d actually appeared, and then blatant relief descended over his features. “Thank fuck.”

Her jaw clenched, and she had to force it to relax to speak. “What the hell?”

His gaze skated over her, a deep line appearing between his brows. “Shit, Sam, you look…baby.”

She had a good idea what she looked like. She was sweaty, covered with wood dust, and between the slap earlier and all the crying, her face probably looked like she’d been hit with a wet bag of rocks. Goddammit. This was the last thing she needed Gibson to see. And the fact that he’d forced her into letting him see her like this pissed her off even more. “Don’t you dare call my baby or look at me like that. You’re not supposed to be here. I didn’t invite you.”

His blue eyes flicked upward, rigid determination there. “You don’t need to be alone right now. And you damn well shouldn’t be alone out here in the middle of nowhere.” He swung a hand toward the door. “A stiff wind would knock this thing down. What are you thinking?”

Well, that just punched all her bitch buttons. “Thanks for stopping by. It’s been fun. I’m alive and fine. You can go home now. Buh-bye.”

She moved to shut the door, but his hand flew out to block it from closing.  “Oh, no you don’t. You can be pissed at me all you want. But if you think I’m leaving you out here like this, let me alleviate you of that notion. Not gonna happen, sunshine.”

Her grip on the door tightened. “What? You gonna drag me out kicking and screaming, Gib? I’ll fucking fight you.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked and he took a step forward. “You know I’m not going to put my hands on you like that. But you either come willingly or you’re going to be staring at my ugly mug until you do.”

Ugly mug was about as far from the truth as possible. Even with dark shadows under his eyes, his hair disheveled from raking fingers, and a wrinkled shirt, he looked like he’d just fallen off the stage of some hot man revue. But she was too ticked off to care about how hot he was. Mostly.

“Leave, Gib.”

“Not unless you come with me.” He ducked under the arm she had braced on the door and strode inside. 

“Oh my God.” She spun around, the door swinging shut on its own behind her. “Boundaries, dude. Ever heard of the word?”

“Yep. Can spell it and everything.” Gib crossed his arms over his chest and smiled.

Who's looking forward to Gib and Sam? And what do you think of the cover? I love that blue.