Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Review: Say You'll Stay

Say You'll Stay Say You'll Stay by Corinne Michaels
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Final Score - 5 MY HEART IS UPLIFTED STARS!

What can I say about this book that's different from all the reviews? Not much. But I can say that this book has touch me in profound ways.

I received this book as a gift (I was going to buy it myself after payday) from someone who'll I'll call C. Her only request - Don't wait a month to read it/review it. Vowing that I wouldn't, I gave myself a day and a half to work up to reading it, due to the nature/subject matter of the book.

I'm glad I gave myself that time! This book effected me so much... made me feel too much... made me want a love like Presley & Zach's. They were just kids who fell head over ass in love with one another. Of course, first loves are ALWAYS the toughest, hardest one's to overcome. They are the kinds of love we compare ALL of our "other" loves to - and yes, that is so true! - but they had one of the truest loves I've had yet to read in a book. Time, space, distance, marriage, children, life didn't diminish it.

Sure, they separated like most first loves do, found other's, got married and children were born. But the love they had for one another didn't go away. Instead it was buried deep beneath 17 years of resentment, separation, anger, mistrust and just plain miscommunication.

At first, I was totally pro-Presley. I understood where she was coming from and hey, it's always been Sistas over Mistas for me. Zach had to fight the epic battle of not only having been the one that left Presley behind, but he had to battle the memories of Presley's devastation after he choose a career instead of their planned HEA. But somehow during the course of reading, I became pro-Zach. That was a tough pill to swallow. However, I rooted for him to get thru to his stubborn "cowgirl" and make her SEE reason.

I wasn't surprised that there was more to Presley's feelings and why she pushed Zach away, but never was I so happy as when she finally let him in and divulged her own secrets that she was keeping.

The only time these two frustrated me was when the BIG reveal happened (and I knew who was behind that too!) and her boys were inadvertently hurt as a result. That made me so mad, I wanted to thru my e-reader at a wall! Those boys didn't deserve it... but I'm glad that both Zach and Presley made restitutions. Logan and Cayden seem to have made it thru.

This is my first Corinne Michael's story and I'm happy to say, IT WILL NOT be my last! There's more on the horizon and I for one am excited and can't wait to sink my teeth into them *thumbs up*

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Thursday, June 23, 2016

TRSOR Hosted Excerpt Reveal for Filthy English by Ilsa Madden-Mills!




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Chapter 1


Remi



Plain and simple, this night sucked.

Sadly, it was my honeymoon.

I sighed heavily and gazed around Masquerade, an intimately lit London nightclub where everyone wore black domino masks, some elaborate and some plain, to hide their identity. A few die-hards even sported dark clothing with long, loose cloaks. Not me though. I’d gone modern with a slinky little number and three-inch heels, putting my height at nearly six feet. Yep, I’m the giant in the blue dress, towering over every girl and some guys at the bar.

My top teeth dug into my bottom lip as I gazed around the smoky club, my eyes bouncing off random faces. Even in a room full of party people, music, and strobe lights, I was lonely.

My groom was missing.

That’s right. Hartford Wilcox, Jr., aka Mr. Nice Guy at Whitman University in North Carolina, had jilted me two weeks before the big wedding day as we had dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant, Mario’s.

And now here I was—on my honeymoon and getting trashed with my best friend Lulu who’d decided to skip her beach vacation and come with me at the last minute.

She poked me with her finger as we sat in front of the heavy wooden bar of the club. “Hey, Earth to Remi, get that glazed look out of your eyes and order a drink already. I’m thirsty.” She fluffed her pixie-cut pink hair and straightened her black tutu, eyes scoping out the club. “Dang, the men in here are hotter than a billy goat with a blow torch,” she said in her honeyed southern drawl.

I half-heartedly agreed, not really caring, more intent on scanning the bottles behind the bar. “I want tequila,” I murmured. “A whole bottle.”

Her face snapped back to me and her green eyes widened. “Uh-uh. No way. I know what happens when you drink that crap. You either eat a ton of tacos and puke, or you wrap yourself around some cocky bastard with a well-developed tush.”

True. I did love a tight muscular ass.

But I wouldn’t get one tonight.

A short laugh burst out of me, one of those I’m-miserable-but-pretending-to- be-okay-laughs that I’d been doing a lot of lately. For the past two weeks, I’d vacillated between a sobbing mess and an angry woman who became so incensed that “fuck” was the only word that seemed appropriate in any given situation. Going to the post office to mail he dumped me, but thank you anyway cards. Fuck. Going to the wedding venue and not getting the ten thousand dollar deposit back. Fuck. Realizing I was homeless fall semester—which was in two weeks—fuck. Listening to my mother tell me it was my fault. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The bartender delivered my bottle and poured me a shot. I sucked the tequila down while Lulu watched me warily. It tasted like bad decisions and gasoline, but tonight was about forgetting. The sooner the better.

A few minutes later, Lulu went out to dance with a British guy she’d been making eyes at. I sat glumly at the bar, fiddling with my diamond tennis bracelet, rubbing it like rosary beads. I needed to forget Hartford, and according to Lulu, that meant hooking up with someone.

Was she right?

Fate answered in the form of a beautiful man—and by beautiful I mean drop-dead sexy with a backside so delectable and muscular my mouth plopped open.

I snapped my lips shut and adjusted my velvet half-mask—the annoying feathery plumes on the sides kept sticking to my red lipstick—and turned ever so slightly to check him out, not wanting to appear obvious. He slid into the seat next to me, tall and broad with rippling shoulders and a massive frame.

I checked my appearance in a mirror behind the bar, mentally analyzing the odds of a girl like me snagging a hottie like him.

Although no one had ever called me beautiful, I did have two—okay, maybe three—things going for me in the looks department. My shiny, golden-brown hair that hung down in waves to my shoulders, my fluffy “pillow lips” as Lulu described them, and lastly, I had an itsy bitsy space between my two front teeth which were otherwise white and perfect. Lulu claimed the gap lent me an exotic look, like Madonna or Sookie Stackhouse. Whatever. I was a True Blood fan. I went with it.

He shifted on the stool, leaning closer to me. His cologne swirled in the air, the smell of expensive Scotch and musk mingling together to create a heady, slightly dangerous scent. I paused, goosebumps rising on my bare arms. The spicy whiff triggered a distant memory just out of reach.

As slyly as I could, I studied his profile from top to bottom. Like me he wore a black mask, although his was more masculine, not hiding his chiseled, movie star jawline. His lips were carnal and luscious, the bottom more plump than the top with a slight indentation in the middle. As I watched, his tongue swept out and caressed it, his top teeth biting it as if he were deep in thought. He raked a hand through his dark, longish messy hair, held it suspended above his head for a few seconds and then released it, letting it swish back into its tousled yet perfect place.

I tore my eyes away.

Something about him sent loud warning bells ringing in every atom of my body.

Danger, danger. Don’t touch that.

But my gaze would not be denied as I took in the tight black shirt and sculpted chest that was obviously used to the inside of a gym, right down to an arm that looked like it could snap a board in half—or me.

Nice biceps, Mr. Beautiful.

The pièce de résistance was the vivid blue and orange dragonfly tattoo displayed on his left arm. It was larger than my hand and took up most of his bicep. My eyes traced the contours of the design from the papery wings to the multi-faceted eyes. A bold black color outlined the insect, giving it a masculine feel.

Gorgeous.

True Religion jeans stretched down long legs and ended in a pair of black Converse without socks, giving him a boyish quality that was in direct contrast to the crazy-sexy-bad-boy vibe he had going on.

Him tonight?

Maybe. He was the polar opposite of Hartford who was blond, lean, and tattoo-free.

I nibbled on my fingernail. How do I get him to notice little ol' me?

Just then a redhead with fluffy Farrah Fawcett hair strode up to his stool, bold as brass, wearing a tight, white mini-skirt that barely covered her booty. She brought with her the smell of sweet, cloying perfume, the kind I always got spritzed with at the mall.

She flicked her hair over her shoulder, casually rubbed her finger down his arm and struck up a conversation. Her fake, black lashes—which she’d somehow managed to get outside the eyeholes of her mask—batted. She puffed out her well-developed chest.

He smiled back at her with a wicked grin, his relaxed body language telling me he was confident when it came to women. She whispered in his ear, boobs right in his face, but whatever he said back wasn’t what she wanted to hear because a few ticks later, she crossed her arms, glared at me, and stalked away.

I blinked. What had I done?

Then he turned and pointed his devastating smile at me.

Shit, he’d made eye contact—as much as you could with a claustrophobic mask on.

But wait…

Was he crazy?

Because if he’d turned down her flirtation, I didn’t have a shot.

I didn’t know how to do the fingers-tip-toeing-up-his-arm-thing and sexy hair flicking. I didn’t know a thing about applying fake eyelashes. I didn’t know how to make my breasts sit up that high. I looked away from him and took another shot, feeling anxious and strangely off-kilter.

Mr. Beautiful ordered a drink from the bartender, his British accent smooth as silk as it washed over me. I froze. I almost knew that voice—deep with soft rounded vowels that made you tingle in your lady parts.

What was it about this guy that had me all jacked up and hot for him?

Hello, tequila, my inner voice said. But it was more than that.

Getting brave, I pivoted on my barstool, and found Mr. Beautiful’s eyes on me once more, searching my face. As if he too recognized the pull between us.

My heart played hopscotch, jumping against my chest. My skin prickled. I shivered.

Did I know him?

It clicked.

Dax Blay?

It was his voice, the same deep quality, the kind of voice that made you want to hop into his bed and ride him like a cowgirl.

My breath hitched, and I swallowed down the emotion that zipped up my spine whenever I thought of him. He was my one mistake, the time I’d tossed inhibitions and carefully laid plans aside and went with my instincts, only to have them tossed back in my face.

But the man next to me wasn’t Dax. Thank God.

Last spring at the campus-wide end of the year fraternity party with Hartford, I’d seen Dax, and he’d had shorter hair, like always, and zero tattoos. Yeah. No way.

Plus, last I heard, he was in Raleigh where his father lived.

Yet…

Dax was British. He could have family here. Maybe he got a tattoo?

Nah. I mean, what were the odds of us both being at the same club on the same night in a country where neither of us lived?

I tore my eyes off Mr. Beautiful and waved at a bartender for more limes, but somehow my tennis bracelet snagged on the bodice of my dress, leaving my wrist dangling like a wet dishrag in a most inappropriate place.

I wiggled my arm.

Jiggled it.

Even went so far as to jerk, but it wouldn’t separate.

Sweat popped out on my forehead. Holding my breath, I twisted and tugged the bracelet, forcing the delicate material in my bodice to stretch beyond normal limits.

“Well, hell,” I breathed, pausing to assess.

Skin-tight with a plunging neckline, the dress was mostly a stretchy fabric held together by sequined straps and a zipper on the side. Slated as part of my honeymoon wardrobe, it was a Tory Burch and had cost four hundred dollars, the most I’d ever paid for a fun outfit, and no way did I want to damage it. I might have to return it to rent an apartment at Whitman.

Lulu. I needed Lulu. She was a whiz with wardrobe malfunctions.

I spun around on the barstool and used my free hand to wave at her, but she was slinging herself around dancing, having a great time and completely oblivious. I resorted to flapping both hands at her, one high and one low. Several people waved back with baffled expressions, but Lulu didn’t notice. Dammit.

I groaned and slumped down in my seat, ready to scream. Now what? Go to the bathroom and repair it there? Good plan.

But the club tilted when I stood, the strobe lights making me squint as they flashed in my face. I wobbled in my leopard print heels—that Lulu had insisted I wear—and grabbed the stool to keep my balance. `

I sucked in a breath to gather myself, but I couldn’t think straight. The room spun, and I was suddenly queasy, and why did I slam all that tequila, and oh my god, my wrist is currently attached to my tit like a T. rex arm.

I had to get out of here before someone noticed what an idiot I was.

Trying to be stealth like, I reached across the bar to get my beaded clutch, but because it was my left hand and not my right that I used most of the time, I got off balance and stumbled—and my ankle folded in on itself. I yelped as my shoe catapulted off my foot and vaulted off toward the dance floor, while I fell forward, straight into Mr. Beautiful’s lap.


Filthy English (unedited excerpt)

Copyright Ilsa Madden-Mills



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Blurb


A smokin’ hot British player…
A jilted girl…
One night of mistaken identity…


Two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague’s fiancé drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University.

She didn't plan on attending a masquerade party.

She sure didn’t plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years ago—the devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos.

Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London.

But that’s damn hard to do when you live in the same house…


One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.

*A modern love story inspired by Romeo and Juliet*

**no one dies in the writing of this novel**



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About the Author

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New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She's addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she's a Gemini), Sephora make-up, and tattoos.

She has a degree in English and a Master's in Education.

When she's not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi.



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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Review: The Billionaire Bachelor

The Billionaire Bachelor The Billionaire Bachelor by Jessica Lemmon
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Final Score - 5 Shoulda Woulda Couldna Walked Away Stars!

***received ARC from Netgalley in exchange for honest review***

A marriage of convenience? All for the sake of gaining a job promotion & a hotel? Do "deals", or "mergers" like this really happen? If so, just know that they NEVER will work out in RL...

But in this story, they almost didn't. Almost.

Merina wants to save her beloved hotel from a corporate takeover. Reese wants to be CEO of the family company. These two in a perfect world would have, shouldn't have EVER met... but they did. And right away the sparks start to fly. I could tell Reese was intrigued by Merina's passionate spirit about her family hotel, quirkiness and all. So, of course it ALL had to be his idea to join forces - in business and in marriage.

And here's where everything starts to fall apart. Cause no matter hard you try NOT to mix business and pleasure, its an almost guarantee that it WILL happen. No one can plan for it. But like I said before, the sparks to flame were previously lit from their first meaning, so you knew where it was heading.

But what a RIDE! By the end of this story, no one escaped unscathed.

I thoroughly enjoyed Reese and Merina's banter, their wit, their business sense, and most of all - the passion! These two had it and then some - in SPADES!

I can't wait to read the follow-up which will deal with Reese's brother Tag. Another self proclaimed "Ladies Man".

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Tuesday, June 21, 2016

New Release Tuesday - Smolder by Karen Erickson!

Smolder by Karen Erickson
Release Date: June 21st, 2016
Series: Wildwood #2





Blurb:


Lane Gallagher wants Delilah Moore - bad.

He's imagined the sexy brunette in his bed more times than he can count.

She's everything he's ever wanted, but the only problem is…
She's his brother's ex.



For years, the stoic sheriff's deputy has fantasized about the sweet, bubbly dance teacher who stirs his deepest desires. But Lane's too loyal to ever move in on forbidden territory and he knows that while he can look, he definitely can't touch. Fighting his attraction to Delilah is nearly impossible, but the infuriating-and incredibly sexy-woman seems determined to drive him crazy.

And she's bringing him to his knees. One smoldering kiss at a time.

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Sunday, June 19, 2016

Review: Lost In You

Lost In You Lost In You by Sam Crescent
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Final Score - 4.5 Stars!

Love Hannah & Nerd's story. All the pain, all the suffering Hannah went thru - made her such a strong person in the end. And she didn't do it just for herself, she did it so she could have the life she wanted with Nerd, her savior.

I especially loved the snippets at the end of Demon & Deanna, Amy & Joke, Steel and Eloise, and lastly ... Shakes & Daniella. It was nice to see these couples again and get a glimpse into their lives. Still sex driven, still hard-core alpha's, still strong & stubborn ladies, and even a baby born too!

Absolute enjoyable from beginning to end.

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Thursday, June 16, 2016

Excerpt Reveal for Gun Shy by Lili St. Germain!

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Excerpt


Cassie


I brew coffee downstairs, being careful not to make too much noise. He hates it when I’m loud. He likes to wake up gradually. I trudge upstairs, my bare feet freezing on the threadbare carpet.

I bring the coffee and I set it beside him. I pull one curtain open, just the way he likes it. It’s been snowing again. It’s so beautiful out there. So empty.

“Good morning,” he says. I turn away from the snow, my retinas pulsing and blind in the center of my vision from the stark white burst of light outside.

Sometimes, if I can get on his good side when he first wakes up, he’ll be nice to me for the rest of the day. Lately that happens less and less, but I still try.

“Sleep well?” he asks, sipping his coffee. He hands it to me and I take a sip. I don’t like coffee the way he has it, but he insists on sharing with me, probably to ensure I don’t poison him. He’s a smart man. Thinks of everything.

I ache between my thighs. I’m reminded of the night before. Of the guy who crept into my bedroom and fucked me until I hurt.

“Like the dead,” I reply. I had to check and make sure he was in a deep sleep before I showered the evidence away last night. I couldn’t risk him waking up and hearing me.

He smiles lazily, his eyes still puffy from sleep. The smile that could dazzle the entire female population has a hard edge to it. “I can see the cogs turning in your brain, Cassandra. What are you daydreaming about?”

I sit on the edge of the bed. My legs are tired and my head hurts.

“I remembered what a sociopath is.”

“Oh, yeah?” He props himself up on one elbow, the coffee finished, the cup discarded somewhere on the dresser beside him. “Enlighten me.”

“Somebody who’s empty inside. Somebody who needs to take from everybody else to fill them up. Because they were born wrong. Because there’s nothing inside them.”

He smiles; his lazulite eyes crease up ever-so-slightly at the edges. I imagine how beautiful he would have looked as a young child; how his mother would have melted whenever he smiled up at her. Because his eyes deceive. They don’t look empty. They’re beautiful, full of the souls of everyone else he’s sucked dry and left in his quest to find that something, that perfect thing to fill him up.

I can see myself in his eyes. My soul. He’s taken it from me.

“Do you feel empty?” I whisper.

He rests a hand on my upper thigh, all trace of his smile gone as he matches his fingers to the bruises he left on me in the night, in the dark. “Not when I’m inside you.”

The man I’ve been fucking for the past year, or rather, the man who’s been fucking me — his eyes gleam in the harsh sunlight that casts a brightness over the bedroom, bathing it in some macabre stage lights that scream: Action! But this isn’t make-believe, and the curtains won’t fall at the end of our grotesque little act, and after we’re done here, I won’t be able to peel my mask off and toss it on the ground as I exit the stage.

I swallow thickly. I wish he’d get tired of me.

“I heard you in the shower last night,” he says, his fingers squeezing into my flesh. “After I left you, you thought you could just wash me off like nothing happened, huh?”

My cheeks burn as I try to twist away from him; He sits up in bed and reaches for my throat, crushing my windpipe as he pulls my face to his.

“You need to learn,” he says, “that I know everything about you, Cassie. I know what you think. I know where you are. I know where you’re going. I know more about you than you know about yourself, darlin’.

I choke.

“Say sorry,” he says, loosening his grip.

“I’m sorry!” I wheeze, my throat burning as tears stream down from my eyes.

“Not like that. Show me how sorry you are. Apologize.”

He pulls the covers back and fists a hand in my long hair, wrenching me down into his lap.I do what I’m told. I show him just how sorry I am. I’m not sorry for washing him off me last night, though. I’m sorry that he ever came to this godforsaken town and ruined our lives.


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HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?

In the middle of a fierce snowstorm in Gun Creek, Nevada, a teenage girl disappears without a trace.

The second girl in as many years.

Identical cases. Identical conditions. Only last time, the girl was found. Dead, floating face-down in the creek that feeds the town's water supply.

The killer was never found.
As the small town mobilises and searches for newly vanished Jennifer Thomas, one suspect comes to the fore. But did he do it? Or is there something else at play? Something nobody could have anticipated?

For Jennifer's classmate Cassie Carlino, the worst is yet to come. As she pins MISSING posters to store windows and joins the search, she begins to suspect that Jennifer's disappearance might be much closer to her than she could have ever imagined.


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About the Author

Lili Saint Germain


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Lili writes dark, disturbing romance. Her #1 bestselling Gypsy Brothers series was created in a serial format – quick, intense episodes released frequently with some wicked cliffhangers. The Gypsy Brothers series focuses on a morally bankrupt biker gang and the girl who seeks her vengeance upon them. The Cartel series is a prequel trilogy of full-length novels that explores the beginnings of the club, to be released in 2015 by HarperCollins.

Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.

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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Review: Hot Mess

Hot Mess Hot Mess by Madeline A. Rosenberg
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Final Score - 4 What Did I Get Myself into Stars!

*received ARC from Author in exchange for honest review*

This story was a total soap teen opera come to life, but in book for. And what a story it was to read! I could totally image this as one of those after school specials that used to play back in the 90's when I was growing up.

It was actually hard sometimes to follow because lets face it, it's been YEARS since I was this young/stupid/crazy/etc. However, I actually found myself hooked on the story line - when I could follow it that it. It was all over the place at times, and I found myself lost quite a bit.

I however could not connect with any of the characters. I don't quite remember high school being like this. I guess this is a look into the new generations though process? If so, I'm scared and sacred for today's youth.

The tragedy that happens among the characters had me tearing up a bit. I can't imagine how they'll deal with it or not quite deal. While I did enjoy the story, the ending? Was that an actual end or a continuation? It felt so abrupt and wasn't at all what I was expecting.

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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

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New Release Tuesday - Saving A Legend by Sarah Robinson!




Praised by New York Time Bestselling Author Penelope Ward as “a unique story line with multiple layers to it,” Sarah Robinson’s Saving a Legend goes another round with the brooding Kavanagh brothers: MMA fighters who won’t call it quits in the ring, or in romance.


His family’s gym has produced a roster of mixed martial arts legends, but so far Kieran Kavanagh hasn’t followed in their footsteps. After a brawl lands him in jail, Kieran is assigned to work at a center for at-risk youth. Though given a second chance, Kieran’s simply going through the motions—until he meets one very special kid, Shea Doherty, and falls hard for her very beautiful, very grown-up big sister, Fiona. The trouble is, Kieran’s best opening moves are getting him nowhere fast.

Fiona Doherty has too many responsibilities to fool around, especially now that she has custody of Shea. Sure, she’d love to find a devoted partner. But she won’t jeopardize her sister’s happiness—or risk revealing her tortured past—on a love-’em-and-leave-’em type of guy like Kieran . . . so it’s up to him to prove her wrong. As Fiona spends more time with Kieran, she starts to see a softer side of the reckless warrior. Now she must admit that when it comes to the possibility of real love, well . . . there’s a fighting chance.






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Sunday, June 12, 2016

Review: Unlocking Adeline

Unlocking Adeline Unlocking Adeline by J.D. Hollyfield
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Final Score - 5 Weeping Stars!

To find out that the fairy tale you were told was in fact the true is one thing... but that you are the one in the fairy tale? WHAT THE HECK?!

Adeline has just discovered that she's a princess of an unknown land, destined to rule & marry a prince. To anyone that would sound like a dream come true. But to Adeline, who's just been kidnapped by her intended ... she's plummeted into a nightmare where she will never see her loved ones again. Set to be married off to someone not of her choosing. Thrust into an unkind land where she is viewed as the enemy. What's this all-American girl to do?

Locke has just kidnapped is intended and plans to marry her off to his brother. He doesn't want to be a victim to a book's predictions about who he will marry. He doesn't want to rule the land, but rather run his life the way he sees fit. What's this man to do when faced with his intended's wraith?

FALL UNEQUIVOCALLY AND UNCONDITIONALLY IN LOVE OF COURSE! But those the course of love is not without it's bumps and hurdles. Such as a scorned ex-fiance (her father's), an angry mother (her father's) and a love lorn childhood friend (his).

This book had me engrossed and I didn't want to put it down. I loved Addie's tenaciousness at standing her ground and trying with all her might not to fall for the brute who dismissed her and then kisses her at every turn. Locke had me wanting to belt him with a couple of knocks up beside his head as well.

Readers will enjoy this book, whether by laughing at Addie & Locke's attempts at trying to ignore one another, or crying over Addie's feeling of isolation and loneliness as she's in a hostile environment where not even the family she has there offer any kind of solace. And the ending to me while a bit abrupt was satisfying. I'm glad they found common ground & were able to bridge the gap - so to speak.

All in all, you don't want to miss this story!

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To celebrate the cover reveals and upcoming releases of Filthy English & Anti-Stepbrother, Ilsa Madden-Mills & Tijan are offering ONE lucky winner the chance to win an ARC of both upcoming releases.


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Contest ends no later than June 15th. Must be 18 years or older to enter.


Thursday, June 09, 2016

COVER REVEAL & BLURB for The Roman (The Florentine Series) by Sylvain Reynard!

... The last book in The Florentine Series is coming December 6th!





From the New York Times bestselling author of the Gabriel trilogy comes the highly anticipated conclusion to The Shadow, a sensual novel set in Florence featuring the dangerously intoxicating coupling of Raven and William…

Raven and her sister, Cara, are at the mercy of a small detachment of Florentine vampyres, who are delivering them as a peace offering to the feared Curia in Rome.

Though she’s unsure William survived the coup that toppled his principality, Raven is determined to protect her sister at all costs, even if it means challenging Borek, the commander of the detachment.

In an effort to keep Raven from falling into the hands of his enemies, William puts himself at the mercy of the Roman, the dangerous and mysterious vampyre king of Italy. But the Roman is not what he expects …

Alliances and enmities will shift and merge as William struggles to save the woman he loves and his principality, without plunging the vampyre population into a world war.

This stunning conclusion to the Florentine series will take readers across Italy and beyond as the lovers fight to remain together. Forever.

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COVER REVEAL & BLURB for Viewing Room by Heidi McLaughlin and L.P. Dover!

... coming September 6th!






**STANDALONE NOVEL by New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors, Heidi McLaughlin & L.P. Dover.**


Viewing Room Rules:

The rules of Society X are simple . . . break them and you're out.

Rule #1 - No names
It doesn't matter if you want to know, it's forbidden.

Rule #2 - No exchanging numbers
It doesn't matter if you want to call, it's forbidden.

Rule #3 - Everything is to remain strictly anonymous.
It doesn't matter if you want to tell, it's forbidden.

Whatever your desire.

Whatever your fantasy.

The Viewing Room will make it happen.

For Kennedy Vaughn, it’s an escape.

For Hunter Miles, entering the Viewing Room means he’s been selected.

What you witness in the viewing room will have you asking for more . . .



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COVER REVEAL & BLURB for From Sand and Ash by Amy Harmon!

... coming October 25th!




Italy, 1943—Germany occupies much of the country, placing the Jewish population in grave danger during World War II.

As children, Eva Rosselli and Angelo Bianco were raised like family but divided by circumstance and religion. As the years go by, the two find themselves falling in love. But the church calls to Angelo and, despite his deep feelings for Eva, he chooses the priesthood.

Now, more than a decade later, Angelo is a Catholic priest and Eva is a woman with nowhere to turn. With the Gestapo closing in, Angelo hides Eva within the walls of a convent, where Eva discovers she is just one of many Jews being sheltered by the Catholic Church.

But Eva can’t quietly hide, waiting for deliverance, while Angelo risks everything to keep her safe. With the world at war and so many in need, Angelo and Eva face trial after trial, choice after agonizing choice, until fate and fortune finally collide, leaving them with the most difficult decision of all.

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COVER REVEAL of Filthy English By Ilsa Madden-Mills!

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Filthy English by Ilsa Madden- Mills releases on July 11th!
Add to your TBR at: http://bit.ly/1t7pvC5


Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Cover: Luminos Graphic House
Model: Quinn Biddle
Photography: David Vance


*A Standalone Book*



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Blurb


A smokin’ hot British player…
A jilted girl…
One night of mistaken identity…


Two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague’s fiancé drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University.

She didn't plan on attending a masquerade party.

She sure didn’t plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years ago—the devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos.

Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London.

But that’s damn hard to do when you live in the same house…

One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.


*A modern love story inspired by Romeo and Juliet*



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About the Author

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New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She's addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she's a Gemini), Sephora make-up, and tattoos.

She has a degree in English and a Master's in Education.
When she's not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi.



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