Catching Fireflies by Terri E Laine…Blog Tour with Excerpt and Review

 

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Catching Fireflies by Terri E. Laine
Release Date: October 27th, 2016

Photographer: Perrywinkle Photography, Lauren Perry

Cover Designer: Michele Catalano Creative Designs

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Blurb:

From USA Today bestselling author Terri E. Laine comes an all new STANDALONE second chance romance…

One night … one kiss … one touch … will change everything.

Chance Abbot is cocky.

Sexy.

Gorgeous.

A player in every sense of the word.

He broke my heart once, and I swore he’d never get a second chance.

But when he smiles at me, flashing those irresistible dimples or looks at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen, I forget I shouldn’t fall for his charms again.

Brie Holloway is beautiful.

Innocent.

Unforgettable.

She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I don’t deserve.

But that won’t keep me from trying to win her back.

So when she starts dating her TA, I promise to keep her secret on one condition: for every time she goes out with him, she has to go out with me. I’m prepared to prove I’m right for her, one date at a time.

He’s lighting a fire in my heart and breaking down my walls, and proving he’s worthy of a second chance.

She’s everything that’s good in my world, and if she wants me to chase her I will because she’s got me catching fireflies…

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my-review

When I started this book, my first impression was, OMG I love Chance! He is just too perfect! Talk about a real gentleman who only wants to find the right girl to fulfill him in every way. After all Chance has everything going for him, Football player, attractive, smart and just plan fun. However, after having his heart broken as well as his trust when it comes to girls, he starts hanging out with Brie. Just when I thought they would start a fast pace romance like many other books, Terri E Laine threw me a loop as a reader. A loop that I did not mind at all catching! This book really takes the reader along a journey of two people exploring what they want in life and who. I love how it is a slow romance making it something you would see happen in real life and it really made me invested in Chance and Brie’s story.

I love this book because it is honestly a love story and the love scenes in the book are truly sweet and tender. The spark between these two really jumps off the pages. If you want a story about second chance love and a sequel to a series that is amazing- this a must have!

Shannon

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About the Author:

Terri E. Laine, USA Today bestselling author, left a lucrative career as a CPA to pursue her love for writing. Outside of her roles as a wife and mother of three, she’s always been a dreamer and as such became an avid reader at a young age.

Many years later, she got a crazy idea to write a novel and set out to try to publish it. With over a dozen titles published under various pen names, the rest is history. Her journey has been a blessing, and a dream realized. She looks forward to many more memories to come.

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Kill Me by L.P. Dover…Blog Tour & Review

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“Kill Me is PERFECTLY dark and delicious! Nero and Una are two strong, badass characters that you can’t help but want more of. LP has a way with words that draws you straight into their twisted world and captures you. Definitely a 5 star read!” – New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author, Victoria Ashley

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S Y N O P S I S:

Una

To many, I am little more than a myth. The Kiss of Death, a hired killer, revered by some of the greatest criminal organisations in the world. Trained by the bratva themselves, without conscience, without mercy, the perfect soldier. I’ll kill anyone… for a price. Death doesn’t discriminate, she sells to the highest bidder, but even I have a weakness.

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I want one thing—power. But power is merely a game of strategy. The pieces are on the chess board. Death is my queen, and also my pawn. She’ll paint this city red in exchange for the one thing she wants. Now all I have to do is watch it all play out. She’s nothing more than a weapon, and yet, I find myself wanting to dance with death, to possess her. And I always get what I want.

A game of power. A risk that could cost her everything. An obsession that would see the world burn at their feet. A bloodied king. A broken queen.

Kill me or kiss me?

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my-review

 

This book hits the ground running from page 1!

With non-stop action mixed with a sultry game of cat and mouse, not only did it keep my attention, but my “adulting” responsibilities took a vacation for 2 days.

Shhh… don’t tell the boss.

Not only does LP Lovell deliver an amazing storyline, but the detail is on point! I can easily say that she is on my list of new favorite authors (and after only one book!). I will definitely own the entire series.

This isn’t a love story where the bad guy gets the good girl. It’s a story about blurring the line between good and evil and turning two lost souls into one.

Una. The kiss of death. A girl who was taken from an orphanage when she was 12 years old and trained to be a seductress, a fighter, and a killer. She is lethal, cunning, and the last person you’d expect to kill you.

“I was trained to be impassive, the elite, silent warrior. Death is a job, a necessity, we neither like nor dislike it, it just is. But for me, in a world where everything is a map of grey existence, this is my only spike of colour. It’s when I take the ultimate prize from someone else that I am given a gift, a moment of relief, a moment of bliss. And the possibility of that moment excites me.”

Nero. His terrifying and violent reputation precedes him. Killing everyone in his path, he will stop at nothing to become the city’s next Capo (leader) in the Italian Mob, not even when it comes to blood.

“The mafia are all about protecting women and keeping them out of it, they create these rules that make them untouchable, rely on honour, and it works, until a bastard like me comes along. I don’t have any fucking honour and I’ll use any means necessary to get what I want. If he wants to take what’s mine, he can be damn sure I’ll take what’s his.”

Separately, they each have the power and resources to ruin the other, but together they are indestructible. They forge a partnership on a foundation laced with threats, blackmail, and unbridled lust that their pride would never allow them to admit to.

“Una…

I stay there, feeling the rush of adrenaline in my system, revelling in the thrill of him. He scares me, and I like it.

Nero…
For the first time in a long time, I want something other than just power. I want her. She will be my jewel in my crown. My broken queen.”

This is the first book in a series and I am so excited to see Una’s and Nero’s adventures continue!

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0.5 in The Kiss of Death Series. Prequel novella to Kill Me.

At thirteen years old I was sold, doomed to become a sex slave.
Nicholai Ivanov, boss of the Russian Bratva, gave me the ultimate gift. He saved me from a fate worse than death. He promised to make me strong, because only the strong survive, and the weak die, forgotten and inconsequential.

I now live in a world of blood and violence, where humanity itself is a weakness. My life is not a battle of bad and good, but bad and worse. This is kill or be killed, survival of the fittest.

Make me or break me?

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About the Author:

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England.She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.

Lauren is a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.

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Written in the Scars by Adriana Locke…Blog Tour & Review

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Title: Written in the Scars
Author: Adriana Locke
Release Date: Oct 20, 2016
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Falling in love is easy.
Falling out of love is the hardest thing in the world.
And Elin and Ty Whitt are terrible at it.
The first time the local basketball star smiled at Elin, she was a goner. It was just so damn easy to fall for the dark-haired hometown hero with his charming smile and strong, athletic build.
Thousands of sleepy smiles, aimless drives down country roads, and squeaks of the backdoor after a swing shift later, reality hits. And it hits hard. Falling in love was definitely the easy part. Watching it break apart was impossible.
Through the tears, the second-guesses, the memories of a life built together, the world keeps spinning. With each turn comes clarity and hope—sometimes in the form of a pair of muddy boots by the back door or from the words of a wise friend.
When Ty shows back up with a new found determination to put his family back together, Elin’s torn between the fights of the past and the possibility of a new start. This is the man that holds her heart, the man she loves beyond anything else. But this is also the one person in the world that can cause her the most pain.
Life’s not always easy. Love’s not for the faint of heart. But with life comes lessons and Ty and Elin have the scars to prove it. But it’s their love written in those scars that will hold them together … or break them apart.

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my-review

This book has left me an emotional mess on so many levels.  Ty and Elin’s story is one filled with angst, love, regret, hopefulness, and sorrow.  This book will leave you emotionally scarred.

“Life does pack a punch.  But it’s the scars that make us who we are, that tell the story of the life we lived.”

Ty and Elin’s journey is real life at it’s finest.  Every relationship goes through it’s ups and downs, good times and bad times.  But it’s how you react to those times that really tests your strength. 

This is a story about second chances and digging deep into your soul.  It’s also about loving people with your whole heart and loving them unequivocally.  Life throws you punches, you  just have to learn how to dodge them or sometimes learn how to heal from the pain.

The last bit of this book really hit me hard.  As the granddaughter of coal miner, I knew the risks every day that my grandfather took.  And each day, when he came home to my grandmother, was a gift to them.  Do not take people for granted.  Do not take life for granted.  Live every new day as though it’s your last.  Love every new day even harder than the day before.

“Don’t make decisions because you just want to end the pain.”

This book has different meaning for me than it will for most people.  But it’s a damn amazing story with a lot of meaning behind it.  It’s one book I will highly recommend to everyone to read.

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As soon as the call is ended, my finger is in his chest. “You lied to me!”
“Calm down,” he scoffs, clearly entertained by my reaction.
“I’m not calming down! She called you. The girl that you didn’t do anything with.”
I start to march to the door, but his arm is around my waist, dragging me into his arms. “Will you stop acting like this?” he laughs. “What’s wrong with you?”
My arms pinned to my sides, I struggle to break free. “You are what’s wrong with me.”
“Tell you what,” he says, resting his head on the top of my head. “Let’s make a deal.”
“I don’t deal with liars.”
“I don’t normally deal with lunatics, either, but I’m making an exception tonight, so I guess you can too.”
The complete lack of fear or frustration in his voice calms me a little. I stop fighting to pull away.
“Let’s go in and have dinner with our friends. Then we can go to bed and I will tell you everything you want to know about her.” He plants a kiss to the back of my head. “And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you have my cock after we’re done talking.”
“I doubt I’ll want it,” I sigh, trying to not succumb to him.
“There you go, lying again,” he laughs. Swatting me on my ass towards the house, I reach for his hand. He laces our fingers together and we head inside.

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USA Today and Amazon Top 10 Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.
She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her pocket.
Please contact Adriana at www.adrianalocke.com. She loves to hear from readers. Join Adriana’s Facebook group here or Goodreads group here.
    

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Preppy by T.M. Frazier….Blog Tour & Review

 

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The Bow Tie is Back!

PREPPY by T.M. Frazier is LIVE!

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Blurb

Samuel Clearwater, A.K.A Preppy, likes bowties, pancakes, suspenders, good friends, good times, good drugs, and a good f*ck.

He’s worked his way out from beneath a hellish childhood and is living the life he’s always imagined for himself. When he meets a girl, a junkie on the verge of ending it all, he’s torn between his feelings for her and the crippling fear that she could be the one to end the life he loves.

Andrea ‘Dre’ Capulet is strung out and tired.

Tired of living for her next fix. Tired of doing things that make her stomach turn. Tired of looking in the mirror at the reflection of the person she’s become. Just when she decides to end it all, she meets a man who will change the course of both their lives forever.

And their deaths.

For most people, death is the end of their story.

For Preppy and Dre, death was only the beginning.

This is the fifth book in the King Series and it’s meant to be read after Soulless.

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my-review

PREPPY! PREPPY! PREPPY!

This book was so much more than I expected.  I knew Preppy’s story was going to be a long one based on the Part One in the title.  But damn, just not expecting ALL THAT!!

If you have not read any of the other books in this series, stop and start at the beginning.  You HAVE to read these books in order to understand Preppy and his story.  There is so much back story in the other books that you won’t get the true appreciation of his story without it.

Preppy is my favorite character in this series.  He had been since the first book and he carved a piece into my heart when he died.  There is no other character our there like Preppy.  He apologizes for nothing, speaks nothing but the truth (whether warranted or not), and lives life to the fullest.  But do not for one second think he’s a good guy – because he’s far from it.

“I never knew true fear until I met pure evil.  He wore a smile and a bow tie.”

We all know Preppy’s past and how he became the man he is today.  However, we finally meet the woman who touched a part of him no one else has.  Andrea – Doc. Dre.  She’s an addict to the nth degree.  Dre grew on me throughout this book.  I will be honest – I would have thrown her off the tower myself if I were Preppy, but he obviously saw something that I didn’t – or possibly just wanted to fuck her, who knows.  LOL

However, in the words of Preppy:

“But I motherfucking digress.”

Anyway – their story is not all rainbows and unicorns.  It’s the exact opposite.  They fight constantly.  They hate each other.  They distrust one another.  They are so wrong for one another yet somehow meld together to be so right.  They are each other’s yin and yang.

“We were over well before we had a chance to get started, but we were about to go out with a bang.”

Frazier has outdone herself with this book.  I can only imagine what she brings to us in Part Two.   And I need that now!

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Excerpt

“No! I hate you,” she spat, as I continued to tug her beside me.

“Good, you can hate me while I fuck you,” I said. “But first things first. My lesson obviously didn’t take in that brain of yours. You want what you want and I can’t stop you,” I said, as we approached the train tracks which were elevated on a mound of gravel several feet off the ground. The warning lights flashed orange, the neon reflective barriers dropped down to cover the service road, while the bells indicating an approaching train clanged away. “And since I can’t stop you, I’m going to help you out. Bullet in the head was so three hours ago. I’ve got something even better in mind now.”

“Wait. What?” she asked, her teeth chattering. “You…you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t what?” I said, turning around to face her, almost losing my footing when I noticed the trail of dried tears on her cheeks. I looked away for a fraction of a second to regain my composure. “You think I wouldn’t kill someone?” I cocked an eyebrow. “You already know that I’ve been there, done that, bought the motherfucking t-shirt, doll.” Her eyes went wide and she made a move to step back. “Oh no, Doc, I read your letter and I saw what you wanted. And remember, I’m nothing if not accommodating.”

When I pulled her to climb the gravel mound her knees locked up so I bent over and picked her up by the waist, tossing her over my shoulder, carrying her onto the tracks while she beat on my back with her closed fists. When I got to the top I set her down roughly and she fell backwards onto her ass, bracing herself with her hands against the large pieces of gravel under the tracks.

The whistle of the train blew in the distance. It wouldn’t be long now. Dre made a move to stand up, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. I bent down and pushed on her chest, spreading her tiny frame across the tracks. I crawled on top of her, pinning her down with my thighs. I leaned over her, my chest to hers as we both breathed rapidly. She struggled underneath me to get up, pushing at my chest, but I wouldn’t budge. “Why the struggle, Doc? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

She glanced up at me as the train whistled again. Her gaze flipped to her right, where the single yellow light from the train emerged from around the corner, shining brighter and brighter as it chugged closer and closer. For a moment she stopped struggling, looking back and forth from the train to me.

“So what, you’re gonna die too?” she asked, hoping to appeal to my sense of self preservation.

I shrugged. “I get bored easily, maybe the devil will make me his errand boy or something.”

“Preppy, this isn’t funny. Get up and get off the fucking tracks,” she said, her concern shifting from herself to me.

I shook my head and yawned. She wiggled underneath me, and although there was a train barreling toward us my cock once again stirred to life. Maybe I should just rip down her panties and push inside of her. Train or no train, it would be one fuck of a way to go out.

“You have to choose, Doc,” I said, making my voice as serious as I was capable. “Life?” I asked, screaming over the sound of the train screeching against the track. I pushed my hard cock against her core and she gasped. Her trembling turned into a shiver, her mouth fell open. I glanced to the side at the blinding light of the approaching train as it bathed us both in a tunnel of light. I leaned down, so close that my lips were a whisper above hers, as I shouted, “Life? Or death? What’s it gonna be, Doc?” My hair blew around my face as the light grew brighter and brighter. “Answer the fucking question!” I demanded, my hands squeezing her shoulders, my fingers digging roughly into her skin. “DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE?”

With only seconds left until we became shredded under the train, Dre closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again they were glistening, fresh tears spilling from the edges.

She started to speak, her lips forming the beginning of the word, but before it could fully leave her lips I stood, pulling her up with me. I lifted Dre into my arms and took a running leap off the tracks, my legs flailing in the air as we fell the seven or so feet. Dre’s decision still on her lips, her scream surrounding the air around us as we crashed down into the field.

“I wanna liiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvveeeeee.”

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About the Author

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T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR best known for her KING SERIES. She was born on Long Island, NY. When she was eight years old she moved with her mom, dad, and older sister to sunny Southwest Florida where she still lives today with her husband and daughter.

When she was in middle school she was in a club called AUTHORS CLUB with a group of other young girls interested in creative writing. Little did she know that years later life would come full circle.

After graduating high school, she attended Florida Gulf Coast University and had every intention of becoming a news reporter when she got sucked into real estate where she worked in sales for over ten years.

Throughout the years T.M. never gave up the dream of writing and with her husband’s encouragement, and a lot of sleepless nights, she realized her dream and released her first novel, The Dark Light of Day, in 2013.

She’s never looked back.

Visit her at www.tmfrazierbooks.com for news, information, and appearances.

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The Long Ball by Aria Cole…Blog Tour

 

The star player with a troubled past…
Cash Greenwood escaped a difficult past by becoming a star baseball player. Now, one of the major league’s rare double threats, all his effort is thrown into the sport. He’s never had any interest in women, until he meets the one woman who wants nothing to do with him.

The daughter of baseball royalty…
Delilah Gray’s life revolves around numbers, research, and data. She has no time for anything messy like emotions or relationships. Especially not when they come in the sexy guise of a baseball player. She’s seen first-hand the devastation caused by dating a man obsessed with the sport, and that’s one risk she’s not willing to take.

She is one curveball he never saw coming…
But this is one pitch Cash is determined to hit out of the park. Sexual tensions run high and feelings start to develop, but will Delilah ever see that they could have a solid future together? Determined to make her his, she may just prove to be the hardest game of Cash’s life.

WARNING: The Long Ball features an obsessed jock with six-pack abs in tight pants determined to get his girl. If syrupy sweet romance and fiery passions appeal to you, then hold onto your panties because this one may just hit them out of the park.
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“Stop being a whiny bitch, Greenwood! Bottoms up!”
   My best friend and resident troublemaker of the team smacked me on the back. His boisterous laugh and booming voice took up all the space around him. I loved many things about the man, but the thing I loved the most was that in his presence, I became invisible. Since the age of 16 I’ve been recognizable. Once you were a star athlete with a future and the hope of winning a championship, you became a commodity, something shiny. And being simultaneously a slugger and a pitcher was a combination so rare that those with it, like myself, were priceless.  
   It hadn’t taken me long to learn that being invisible keeps you safe.  
   “We have to meet that analytics chick in an hour. I don’t want to reek of alcohol. Coach will kick our asses.” I didn’t like to drink. Most days I can’t even stomach the smell of it, but for the sake of keeping up appearances I usually nursed a glass in my hand and always offered to be the designated driver so no one suspected anything. Rod was really good about covering for me when needed, chugging back the drinks people often bought for me, acting like the cocky best friend he was.  
   “It’s still technically the off-season. Another one won’t hurt.”  
   “Another always hurts, particularly in the form of a hangover the next morning,” I replied.
   “You sound like a dodgy old fuck. Where’s the guy who used to party with me all night long? I want him back.”
   I chuckled, thinking about all the times we’d been in trouble. I prided myself on how well I blended into the crowd and let him take the attention. Rodriguez and I had been buddies since our rookie year. We’d grown up together on this team, cut our teeth on the ins and outs of playing professional ball, but as time passed I found that faking it seemed to exhaust me more and more each day. I was tired of it all, and the only thing that still made me feel something was the game. Everything else was endless noise that passed by with no true meaning or intention. I felt like I was walking in a blur, just waiting for time to pass.  
   “I’m not twenty-one anymore. Coach said any more stunts like that one you pulled at warm-ups and we’re both benched. And you, motherfucker, are not getting me benched.” The idea of sitting out a game was unbearable. Rod and I were thick as thieves, and Coach knew that if anyone could reel him in, it would be me. But what the coach didn’t know was that the idea of losing baseball in any way was like a noose around my neck, tightening until all the oxygen was ripped from me.
    “You’re my wingman, buddy, and ya gotta admit, spiking the water cooler was pretty genius.”
    “And landed us in a shit load of trouble. Frankly, I’m just too old for this shit anymore. Let the rookies have at it. We had our fun.”
   “You make thirty sound like a death sentence. Not for me. When I turn the big 3-0 next year I’m going big. I want my feet in the sand with a drink in my hand and a pussy on each arm. Fuck it, a limo full of pussy. I am gonna get more ass that night than a toilet seat.”
   “Yeah, I bet you do.” I’d never liked how Rodriguez embraced the cliché ball player persona. He played ball hard—out on the field he was a beast. But he partied even harder, a revolving door of girls after every game. I was always up for a few drinks, but the groupies that surrounded Rodriguez always made my stomach turn. It was so obvious they wanted him for his status and money—his staggering salary was very appealing to bunt bunnies. I had absolutely zero interest in them.  
   All the women around ball players didn’t have much to offer, and my life was so messed up that I doubt any woman wanted anything to do with it when she found out. The only kind that would stay would be one that would hope for a staggering payday at the end. I had enough people standing by with their hand out, so I wasn’t interested in a woman who wanted that, too. Besides, I only had a few more years to play this game, and I wasn’t going to squander them for some chick. These women didn’t care about the men. They cared about the limos, the big ticket items the ball players paid for, and the thousand-dollar dinners. Rodriguez made hundreds of millions, just like so many of my buddies, and just like the other ball players, he had no issue living like a king. But that lifestyle didn’t interest me in the least.  
   This life wasn’t for everyone, I wasn’t even sure it was for me sometimes. I rarely liked to go out, and the women did nothing for me. I lived and breathed the game, so much so that I couldn’t imagine what else I would be doing if it wasn’t this. I had one single focus and that was to win the World Series. I had been playing ball for eleven years with the MLB, and that was the only thing that eluded me. I was known as the best player in the entire league and yet I didn’t have that World Series title under my belt. My years left playing ball were dwindling—a ball player was gettin’ some age by thirty—but it was the one dream I hadn’t yet attained.
   “Let’s head over, man. Don’t want to piss off Coach.”
   Rod slammed his shot glass down on the counter, his eyes shining with excitement. “Wanna place bets on how fast I can get up the analytic girl’s skirt?”     
   “You haven’t even seen her yet.” We walked out the doors of the corner bar, afternoon light heating my skin as we walked the short block to the stadium. Today we had a meeting with what would be the new official star analytics firm for the club, before opening day tomorrow. I’d been waiting months for this day, the time between playoffs and opening season always left a pit of dread in my stomach. If I could play twelve months of the year I would.  
   We pushed through the stadium doors and made our way down the dim hallway, headed for the conference room next to the locker room. I nodded at Coach when we walked in and greeted a few of the other guys as the entire team settled on benches around the center of the room.  
   “I don’t want to take up much of your time, so I’ll cut right to the chase.” Coach looked around the room. “A few of you have been fucking off, so we need focus if we’re going to have a good season. I don’t expect miracles, but I do expect you to listen. No more antics. Stay focused. I expect each of you to improve your averages by the end of the season. “
   “Like it or not, stats are down, guys. We need all heads in the game if we’re gonna improve and have a shot at going all the way this year. Delilah Grey from Lionsgate Analytics is here to help us do that.. She’ll be with us—every game, every day—all season. She’ll be sending me the stats throughout the game, and I want you guys tuned in to your averages. Push yourselves every night.”
   He glanced around the room, pausing for a moment on Rod. “And please treat Delilah with respect. She knows we need some help, but she doesn’t need to know you’re all a bunch of animals.” God, I loved Coach. So steady and calm. He was the reason this team was great. Without him we’d all be a bunch of animals on the field.  
   Coach swung open the locker room door and in walked a fucking vision.  I noticed the heels first. Sexy stilettos with leather cutouts that made me want to get down on my knees and slip them off her feet one at a time. My eyes devoured her creamy, toned calves, and not even the conservative pencil skirt could hide the full curves of her hips.  
   “Jesus,”
    Rod said under his breath.
    I nudged him, for the first time in my life irritated by his overt appreciation of a woman. Looking at Delilah, the hairs on my arms stood to attention. As did something else. Damn, she was stunning, I’d never seen a woman so radiant in my entire life. She had dark silky hair cascading down her back in loose curls, so damn soft-looking that my hand itched to brush up against them. I, Cash Greenwood, for the first time in my life had a desire to brush up against a woman’s hair.
   “Hey guys, I’m Delilah Grey.” She nodded, her spine rigid as she leafed through a handful of papers in her arms. “If you could pass these around, I’ll tell you a little about me, then we can chat individually.”
   “Individually?” Rod chimed, his horny grin sending anger racing through my stomach.  
   “Yes, that’s how I prefer to work. Deal with each player’s specific issues before we bring the whole team together.”
   “I’ve only got one issue.” Rod shifted in his seat, his hand brushing over his crotch. My nostrils flared. Why was he such a dick?. At that moment I hated my best friend so much I wanted to pound his face into the ground. The thought made me feel ashamed and idiotic. I knew Rod, he was a joker, more talk than action on most days, but the fact that he was being crass to this woman upset me beyond all reason. I didn’t have an explanation, but I did not enjoy the idea of Rod looking at her like she was a piece of meat. Not one bit.  
   Delilah’s deep chocolate eyes narrowed in a flare of anger for a moment before she turned back to her paperwork. If one paid close attention to her, as I was doing, one could see the patch of red forming on the back of her neck. “I started Lionsgate Analytics nearly three years ago. I want you to be the best players, on and off the field, and excelling in this world isn’t just about home runs and fly balls. It’s also about measuring speed, distance, velocity.” Her eyes flicked over the team again. “I’ll be hanging out at all the games, laptop open and watching just how consistent everyone is, and hopefully it won’t take us long to get an average. Anyone have questions for me?”
   “Yeah, got plans tonight, sweetheart?” That was Rod, and I nearly shoved my fist in his gut for that one. I watched as Delilah’s jaw ticked. She was tough, I could tell. I liked that. I liked that she wouldn’t take anything sitting down. I had had enough of women taking things sitting down, so the fighter in me was drawn to the fire in her.
   “Let me make one other thing clear: if anyone calls me sweetheart, toots, doll, baby, or any other demeaning term of endearment again, I can’t promise you won’t feel my high heel in your balls. I don’t play well with men who act like animals. We’re here for one thing and one thing only—to get this team in shape to win this year. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make an ass out of yourself in the process. Have I made myself clear?”
   Fire blazed through my veins when she spun and exited the very door she’d come from. Well damn, after thirty years I finally found a woman who could make me take notice, make me want to chase. And not only chase, but tie her up and hold her against me, bind her to me in every way possible.

 

 

 

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Stirred by Sylvie Fox Blog Tour Stop and Excerpt

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We’re today’s stop on Sylvie Fox’s STIRRED blog tour!! Check out this fantastic contemporary romance and be sure to grab your copy today!!

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About Stirred:

Warning: One kiss can lead to another…

Quirky cartoonist, Zoe Andreis puts her life on hold, flying back to the States to care for her ailing father. Spending her post-college years gallivanting all over Europe while capturing her adventures in comic form, Zoe grapples with the notion of being shackled to one city.

When she encounters Max Kiss, Zoe’s true adventures begin. Although Max would love to branch out and take carefree and crazy chances of his own, he too is tied to LA, tending to his aging father. Stirred by Zoe’s zest for life, Max longs for a future full of love and spontaneity.

While they struggle to find balance between caring for their parents and living a life of their own, Zoe and Max form a strong and sensual bond. When tough challenges surface, Zoe and Max search for a way to have the life they want without feeling the burden of guilt. Can they find of balance of duty and excitement while building a future together?

Excerpt

She pulled her phone from her purse and tapped furiously to bring up the route information before she missed her stop. “I have to get off at Clark Street. Can you let me know where that is?”

A tanned hand bent a microphone, his blunt-tipped finger beat against the mesh top. The sound reverberated through the bus, penetrating through the silicone in her ears.

“Gotcha covered, Wanderlust.”

How did he…? She looked down at her T-shirt for the second time that morning.

Riiiight.

The shirt. The cartoon tee was the only clean thing from her hastily packed duffle. She hated the shirt and the compromise of principles it represented. But until she bought some kind of laundry detergent and collected even more quarters, it had the single most important quality in a shirt—it was clean. While the bus lumbered through the heavy rush hour traffic, Zoe spied a patch on a navy blue jacket hung on the back of the driver’s seat. It matched the patch on his uniform blue short-sleeved shirt: 27912.

“Thanks, two seven nine one two,” she said and jammed the ear buds in tighter.

When the podcast went quiet twenty minutes later, she glanced at the driver again. As she got closer to the stop her app promised was close to the hospital, she wondered if 27912 had a name. He was the first driver she’d seen this week who hadn’t been on the verge of retirement. Cocking her head to peer at him while not looking like she was spying, Zoe guessed his age at something south of fifty. Grunts of protest filled the air when the bus jolted to a stop. She looked through the mammoth windshield to see a sporty little luxury car zip across three lanes before making a left and disappearing. Zoe looked from the wisp of the car’s exhaust to the bus driver. His hazel eyes didn’t blink. He turned the enormous wheel, pushed at the gas and steered back into the choked traffic.

Doing quick math in her head, Zoe figured she’d ridden on hundreds of busses over the last ten years. The blue and yellow buses in Athens with the destinations all in Greek. She laughed as she remembered that her ‘It’s all Greek to me’ panel was still one of the most popular.

The bright purple and turquoise buses in Istanbul. And the myriad of blue buses in Budapest. In all that time, she’d never noticed a bus driver before. Had never seen anyone nearly as young as she. But they couldn’t turn into old guys overnight, she reasoned. Maybe she’d been too worried about getting lost in whatever foreign city she called home to notice their age.

Young ones must exist in the wild and she’d spotted one. Most bus drivers of her admittedly hazy memory were a blur of predominantly men, and the occasional woman, whose job it was to get her where she was going. Zoe shook her head, clearing it of thoughts about destination. The last thing she wanted to think about was where she was going.

The driver glanced right at the side mirror. He had those light yellow-green eyes she’d seen often in Eastern Europeans and middle easterners. Out of habit, Zoe smiled at 27912. She made a point of being nice to people doing hard jobs. Harder than hers anyway. Which was about ninety-nine percent of the population. She sat down all day at her big desk surrounded by pencils, fountain pens, and thin paint brushes and tried to find the humor in her everyday life. It sometimes made her brain hurt. But it was by no means digging ditches or driving a bus.

The closer she got to Cedars, the more the worry set in. Papa hadn’t been himself since the moment she’d landed from her sixteen-hour flight and schlepped her large nylon backpack, not to her brother’s new house, but straight to the hospital. She’d been grateful that Papa hadn’t been on the deathbed her brother had intimated over Skype.

The presence of his pale face and the absence of his usual acerbic wit had been disconcerting. It was then, for the first time, she thought about the possibility that her father, a fixture in her life, might not live forever. Losing her mother to cancer had been hard enough. Adult orphan wasn’t a moniker she wanted to carry.

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Sylvie Fox is the author of smart women’s fiction. Her compelling stories are boldly told, designed to keep readers turning the pages. Whether you’re reading romantic women’s fiction or legal thrillers, written as Aime Austin, she wants you to enjoy the heroine’s journey.

She splits her time between Los Angeles and Budapest, where she enjoys yoga, knitting, farm-to-table cooking, and life with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, her nose is stuck in a book.

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Knockout by CJ Martin…Release Day Blitz and Review

 

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Release Date: October 26, 2016

Synopsis

Is it possible to forgive the past?

Kristen:

From the moment I laid eyes on professional boxer Sean Savarese, I knew my life would never be the same. From his crystal clear blue eyes, to his strong muscular arms, to the dark wisps of curls that framed his beautiful face, I knew I was his for the taking. But he had secrets. Secrets I would later discover could shatter my world and break my heart.

Sean:

Kristen. She was everywhere. All around me. At the gym where I trained. In my thoughts. In my dreams. And she was proving to be a distraction. A beautiful, sexy, complicated distraction. Despite my past, despite knowing I wasn’t good for her, despite my inner conscious urging me to let her go, I couldn’t walk away. So I didn’t. But would she still want me when she learns the truth about who I really am?

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About the Author

CJ Martín lives in Pennsylvania with her wonderful husband and her adorable (sometimes infuriating) dog, Albert. She is an avid reader and has been known to spend her days ignoring her responsibilities while engrossed in a good book. She enjoys traveling and yoga. Snowbound is her first book.

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I was so excited and thrilled to begin this book by CJ Martin! If there is one thing I love reading, it is a book about a boxer who has a past, hot and finds love in places even when he is not looking for it. Sean is exactly that! Training for his next upcoming professional fight, he spots Kristen, who works at the gym he is training at. Kristen is an only child who is lives somewhat of a mundane life. Sean coming into her life is just the excitement she needs. He opens doors to a whole new world of lust, love and excitement for her. From the moment you start reading this book you will not won’t to put it down. I wanted to see why he was so tortured, why he pulled away from Kristen, what made him drawn to her, and my why’s and what’s where the only things I wanted to get answered. I could not wait to read the next chapter! CJ Martin’s Knockout was a thrilling love story that was anything but boring! This is a must read for anyone who loves those HOT boxers with a tough exterior but deep down just needs a great girl he can love who will soften him up for just the right people! A love so deep and true that he is able to forgive himself and really love and love hard! **sighs** Bravo CJ Martin for spicing up the typical fighter story into one is an unpredictable read that tugs at my heart!

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Submission Is Not Enough by Lexi Blake…Blog Tour & Review

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Theo Taggart lost everything the night he died. His family, his beautiful Erin, and worst of all, he lost himself. A twisted doctor brought him back from the brink of death, but reprogrammed his identity to serve her will. Rescued by his brothers, he must fight to reclaim the man he was and the life, and love, that were stolen from him.

A love worth fighting for

Erin Argent thought she’d lost Theo forever. When he walked back into her life, it was nothing short of a miracle. Months of torture and conditioning at the hands of Dr. Hope McDonald have done damage to Theo that may never be mended. He has no memory of her or the life they shared. Breaking through to him, and helping him rediscover all he lost, will be the toughest mission she’s ever faced. Luckily for Theo, Erin loves a good fight.

Their reunion under siege

Unfortunately, Hope is far from done with Theo Taggart. Obsessed with her prize experiment, she will do anything to get him back. If the only way to finally break him of his past life is to kill Erin and his son, then she’s only too happy to oblige…

 

 

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THEO AND ERIN’STORY!!  WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!  YES! YES! YES!

I have been waiting to read their story since I picked up this series.  This is one book that you CANNOT read without reading the previous ones to truly understand and respect this story.  Theo and Erin have had a hard and difficult journey to this point.  And damn, it was so worth the wait.

I don’t even know where to being or what to say.   As with every other book in this series, the story is packed of full of emotions and action.  There isn’t any shortage of suspense or drama as Theo returns home without any memory after being held captive by the deranged Doctor Hope.

Erin will stop anything to get her Theo back.  She is determined to reunite her family.  Lexi seriously put me through a lot with these two.  Theo and Erin are very deep characters in this series and this book will only bind you more to these characters.  While Theo is trying to regain who he was before, Erin struggles past her fears as she navigates this path for her family.

We get to see everyone else from this series plus a few newbies to add in to the mix.  But there is deceit and a traitor amongst them and this just adds to the suspense of everything.  Dr. Hope is still on the run and establishing her army and finally get Theo back in her grasp.

It’s an exhilarating ride and I loved every word of this book!!

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Theo took the stairs as quickly as he could. He knew where he was going, but he wasn’t going to think about it. For the first time since he’d gotten home, he didn’t care about his past or figuring out who he’d been. He wanted. He wanted something right now and that felt good.
She’d been right. There wasn’t a place for guilt here.
He strode up the stairs, her weight comforting in his arms. Yeah, he wasn’t going to think about that either. He was going to enjoy it, not wonder why his body remembered her when his mind would not.
“Hey, is everything okay?”
Damn it. Case was standing at the top of the stairs, obviously having come out of the privacy rooms. His wife was at his side, her face flushed. Mia had sex hair. Good for them. Red was about to have sex hair, too. Lots of filthy sex hair. “Everything’s great. Night.”
Case put a hand on his shoulder. “Whoa. I thought you were going to take this slow, brother.”
“If you don’t get your hand off him right this second, Taggart, I am going to ensure that you never have children,” Red said, her eyes narrowing on his brother. “You won’t be able to cock block anyone because you won’t have a damn cock. Am I clear?”
Case’s hands came up immediately as though he knew that tone and was not going there. “Trying to help.”
“Three is clean and has plenty of condoms. We’re taking a monitor turn up here. I checked all the rooms.” Mia grinned at him. She actually was helpful. “Have fun and we’ll see you at home.”
He didn’t bother to look back. Case could give him a lecture later. He wasn’t waiting anymore. He’d waited forever. Even when he couldn’t remember her face, he’d known she was there. He’d felt her, or rather he’d felt her absence.
Could he truly be with a woman whose name he couldn’t think without hurting her?
It didn’t matter. He wasn’t making those decisions tonight. He was enjoying her. His sub. He was bringing her pleasure and he probably should do a good job of it because his sub was fucking mean.
And fragile. He’d seen the moment she’d thought he was rejecting her. He’d watch her skin flush and her body start to turn in on itself. She was such a mix of strength and need. It was intoxicating. He wanted so badly to be the man who gave her what she needed.
Affection. Pleasure. Comfort.
Love—he wasn’t thinking that word tonight. Nope. Pleasure was way better.
He kicked out lightly at the partially open door number three. It looked like Mia had done her job. The room was perfectly clean, the lighting soft and romantic. The best thing about this room though was the complete lack of any of his friends or family being here.
It was him and her, and that was exactly what he wanted. No Ian. No Li. No Kai asking them hundreds of questions. Him and her and the night.
He tossed her on the bed and stood back, looking down at her. “Tell me why you thought I was rejecting you.”
The instant she hit the bed, she was up on her knees. So graceful. So deadly. What the hell was this woman like out in the field? She moved like a predator, but the look on her face was pure sarcasm. “Uhm, your words. That’s what sealed it for me. ‘I don’t want to do this’ is generally considered a rejection.”
Somehow she managed to put an unsaid “dumbass” on the end of her sentences. Not all of them. She’d been perfectly sweet most of the night, but she could turn it on when she wanted to. “I didn’t mean that. When I said the words, I watched you change. Why? You’re good at slapping people down. I wouldn’t have said that until today.”
“Because I’ve been careful around you,” she admitted.
“Why? You think I’m delicate?”
Her lips curled up. “I don’t think you’re delicate. I think I’m a lot to take, but I also am starting to believe I was wrong. You like me rough.”
“I like you a lot.” More than he could ever tell her.

 

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NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog int eh world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

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27 Lies by MJ Fields… Book Tour and Review

 

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 From USA Today Bestselling author, MJ Fields, comes a gripping story of love and lies.

27 Lies:  Luke’s Story (The Truth About Love)

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A long time ago…

I was young and naive. I thought I could save the world. I thought that protecting those around me from hurt and pain was what I was born to do. She made me feel that way. Ava Links, the little girl who was too fucking stubborn for her own good. The little girl who absorbed the hurt and pain of everyone around her and tried to bring sunshine to them all. The little girl who didn’t give a damn if people picked on her about wearing a crown and tutu every day. A little girl who somehow looked at me, expecting—no, damn near demanding—I protect her.

I saw the pain she hid, and as I grew older, I understood that pain. The pain of being so much to so many that there is really never a “you”.

I took control of my life…

I had to get away from everyone who pulled at me in order to claim myself. When I became the man I was destined to be, I began to live. Then, one drunken night, Ava Links, no longer a little girl, said the right damn thing to me, and everything changed. After seven years of fucking her while home on leave with no expectations, now my life is out of control…

One bad dream, one I love you, one night of pushing her the hell out of my life, one drummer stealing her heart, and one explosion took everything away.

Lies are told.

Lies are unraveling.

Lies are going to destroy.

These are my truths.

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I watch as Dad and Tessa pull away from the curb, the place where Thomas Hardy, the love of my life, smiled at me before he took his last breath. I was so sure it wasn’t his last, and I was as sure that him being on life support would eventually mean he would wake up and tell me he loved me again.

Standing erect atop the gray sidewalk is the light pole that he was crushed against, pinned between it and a car, while on his way to get me a Snickers bar that I didn’t need.

No, I need him.

I stand on the balcony and take in a calming breath. The babies are sleeping inside, freshly bathed, adorned in the cutest clothes money can buy, swaddled in their very own Bingos that I have in triplicate because my father insists I need them that way. Their bellies are full, and they have been rocked asleep in my arms.

There is no way they can actually be affected by my pain, my anger, my sadness, but I never want them to. Therefore, if I keep my grief to their sleeping hours, I know they will be okay. I close my eyes tight and pray they will be okay.

Praying. Why do I still bother?

I place my elbows on the brick overhang, peering down at that spot where black meets gray, where the love of a man and a woman got taken away in the blink of an eye.

But it’s not gone. My love. T and my love will never go away. We have a forever love.

I stand back and wrap my arms tight around myself, letting out a low groan and releasing the pain, the anger, the hate, and all the ugly in a place where I know I can, where it will not affect a soul.

The clouds use this time to part, and the sun peers through and shines down on me. Emotions come to a roiling boil in that moment, and I shut my eyes, seeing Thomas smiling back at me.

The sun … The sun is T, my T, my love and my pain.

Really, there isn’t anything I look at that doesn’t remind me of him and the insurmountable love I have for a man who loved me so much. He lied during the pregnancy so my pain wasn’t as severe, making me believe he was the father of both our children.

There are lies in love, just as much as there are truths.

A man will tell a woman he loves that she doesn’t look fat in that dress, or that she is the best he’s ever had, or that she is the most beautiful women on the planet. It may not be true, but he believes it enough to tell her those things, to make her happy and feel beautiful, and not fat, and the best he has ever had.

A man like Thomas Hardy would do that for a girl like me.

The pain of his absence is so copious it makes me sick. Sick to my stomach to the point I do throw up. My body can’t take the sickness it feels while it breathes in the air that surrounds me, in a world without T.

I slowly lower myself to my knees and cover my face as the tears spill out, the way they do when I am on this balcony that should have a rooftop garden that we grew together. A garden that grows and blooms, and comes to life, surrounded by our love.

I sit back against the brick wall as I take in the comfort of the pain’s release. I cry until I can’t anymore, and then I take a deep breath and stand up. I close my eyes once again, one last time for now, and picture him and all the beauty that is him.

Inside, I walk into the kitchen where I have moved everything back to where T had it before I moved in. I stand there and try to make sense of the way he had things put away. It’s stupid. I know it is. Somewhere deep down, though, I keep hoping he will come back, and I will want to fix it up for him.

However, he’s not coming back.

Not ever.

I take my multivitamins then force down the damn shake that Dr. Kennedy brought here after passing her in the hospital when Chance and Hope had their four-month checkup. She came to the apartment and told me I better be taking care of myself so I could take care of my children.

She oversteps in ways that are infuriating. I get angry every time I see her. Though I know I shouldn’t. I know I am directing my anger at her, but she asks for it, and it’s certainly easier than being angry at T for leaving me.

That’s another lie that happens when you love someone. Somehow in the grieving process, you get to a point when you feel betrayed by the one who left you. Like it was a choice they made.

I opened his closet one day and tore his clothes from the hangers. I threw them all over the floor. Then I turned to walk out and get a garbage bag to shove them in. When I returned, though, I saw the mess I made, and I crumbled into a pile of his things. I sobbed into his shirts that still smelled like him, like home and happiness and love.

I could never be mad at him for leaving me when it wasn’t his choice. He was taken away by some fucking drunk who stole a car and will never be punished for his crime.

Thomas Hardy loved me until his dying breath, just like he said he would, and I will love him until mine.

That day, in the closet, I cleaned everything up, put it all back where he had put it—or, at least I let myself believe I did—and I continued to cry while I did it.

Now I walk toward the laundry room, intent on doing something that involves taking care of our—yes our—children.

I flip on the light switch, but there isn’t a damn thing to do. All our clothes are clean, folded, and put away. I am thankful for the help Mom offered through the nanny, but it gives me too much free time.

Chance and Hope almost sleep through the entire night, only waking for one feeding each. They take two naps a day, each two hours long. There is hardly an occasion when one of them are asleep while the other is awake except the night time feeding.

When they are awake, I feed them, hold them, and simply love them. God, how I love them. They are my life, my love, the reason I breath, even though it hurts, and we watch TV.

Movies on TV.

Home movies.

Ones of Thomas Hardy in concert and interviews.

I walk into our room, mine and T’s, not mine and the babies, and sit on the bed that Thomas and I spent endless hours in. If I close my eyes, I can picture him here. If I concentrate, I can hear him laugh. If I let the pain go, I can smile, remembering how he took his time showing me just how much he loved me.

Until reality sets in, and the pain starts all over again.

I consider taking a shower, but then decide against it. I can sleep for nearly two hours straight if I go into the baby’s room now.

I look down as I enter, knowing if I look at the mural he painted first, I will cry. I will cry because it’s unfair that he is gone. It’s so unfair that I almost hate God. That’s why I look instead at what he left me.

He left me two beautiful children. I will always be grateful for them. Always. But would He take them, too?

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I am telling you to go out right now and buy this series! Like right now. This is by far one of my favorite series of the year. In fact, the first book, 27 Truths, made me cry and it was a couple of tissues type of cry. It was the only book this year that made me even shed a tear, until 27 Lies. I LOOOOVVVVEEDD this book. 27 Lies had me in a ball of emotions. I hated Luke Links like I personally knew him, I mean it. I felt Ava’s heartbreak just as much as she did. I felt betrayal even when Ava started to even think about Luke. I wish I could tell you so much more about 27 Lies but I would be giving out spoilers and I refuse to ruin such a beautifully written book. You will have to share your thoughts with me when you read it because I would happily chat about this book all day.

MJ Fields did an amazing job telling the story of Ava, Luke and Thomas. One thing I love is the MJ Fields writes characters who are flawed and you have no choice but to fall in love with them.  27 Lies is a story of love, love that has been lost, deception, lies and the hope of a second chance. I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed this book and the series. This is a series worthy of a hard copy to sit on your bookshelf!

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USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields love of writing was in full swing by age eight.

Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter and sold it for ten cents to family members.

She self-published her first contemporary, new adult romance in January 2013. Today she has completed seven self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, The Men of Steel series, Ties of Steel series, The Rockers of Steel series and The Norfolk series.

MJ is a hybrid author and publishes an Indie book almost every month, and is signed with a traditional publisher, Loveswept, Penguin Random House, for her co- written series The Caldwell Brothers. Hendrix, Morrison, and Jagger. All three books in the series are published. The Caldwell brothers don’t grow into alphas, when their mother passes away they become her legacy, her good in the world of bad.

MJ was a former small business owner, who closed shop so she could write full time. She lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.

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Tempting Tristan by Melissa Foster…Blog Tour Stop with Excerpt

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Synopsis

Tempting Tristan is a stand-alone M/M romance featuring two sexy, lovable alpha heroes.

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Fresh off the heels of yet another bad relationship, Tristan Brewer is taking a break from men to try to figure out where he keeps going wrong. He knows his biggest fault—he leads with his heart, not his head—and that’s never going to change. But after several introspective weeks, he’s beginning to get a handle on things. That is, until badass heartthrob Alex Wells walks into his bar…

Alex has spent eight years in the army, months in a hospital bed, and far too long hiding his sexual identity. He’s guilt-ridden, damaged, pissed off, and up for a Silver Star for the incident that nearly cost him his life—and kept him from his grandmother’s funeral. But all he wants to do is live the life he’s always dreamed of and forget his stint with the institution that allows but doesn’t necessarily accept.

The chemistry between Tristan and Alex ignites from the moment they meet, and the more time they spend together, the hotter the flames burn. But the closer they become, the more Alex’s walls go up, and when the two walk onto a military base, Tristan finds out Alex’s physical scars aren’t the ones that run the deepest.

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“Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!” New York Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely

“With her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read author!” New York Times Bestseller Julie Kenner

HARBORSIDE NIGHTS is a sexy, hot, and evocatively real series of stand-alone romances that follows a group of friends who have known one another for years as “summer” friends, and now come together after college to build their lives. They’re tough, edgy, and accepting–most of the time. This series is written in the same loving, raw, and emotional voice readers have come to love by New York Times & USA Today bestselling, award-winning author Melissa Foster with LGBT themes.

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“Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer.”

Tristan shrugs. “Have at it.”

“Why were you taking a break? I get that your ex was a prick, but is there more to it?”

He looks down the street, across the street, and then his hand cruises through his hair as it has so often that I’ve already come to expect it when he’s nervous.

“Ian was a prick, but the rest is going to make me sound like a pussy,” he admits.

“I’ve only known you a day, and I already know nothing can make you sound like a pussy.”

He meets my gaze, and his jaw tightens. He lifts his chin and I recognize the struggle between feeling proud and worrying about looking weak. I fight that battle on a daily basis.
“I give away my heart too easily, and I end up getting hurt.”

His eyes never leave mine, and that trust, that confidence, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I was right. Nothing can make you sound like a pussy.” I slide my hand to the hard ridge of his jaw and lean in closer. “I’ve never given my heart away. That makes you braver than me.”

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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance, contemporary women’s fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café and Fostering Success. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine.

Melissa hosts an Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.

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Harley & Rose by Carmen Jenner..Blog Tour & Review

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Once upon a time they had been more than friends….

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Ever since she was a little girl, thirty-year-old Rose dreamed of the day Harley would carry her across the threshold on their honeymoon. So what if this isn’t her actual wedding day, and that she’s only here because Harley was left at the altar just a few hours earlier?

Trading San Francisco for paradise and swapping her bridesmaid’s bouquet for a Blue Hawaii, Rose hopes she can finally escape the friend zone.

Once upon a time they had been more than friends, but life got in the way. She’s spent every day since wishing Harley would get a clue.

She’s always been his best friend.

He’s always been hers.

She’s in love with him.

He’s … not in love with her.

He’s … marrying someone else.

He’s … hiding something.

He’s … well—it’s complicated.

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This is my first book by Carmen – I know, I know.  Where have I been?  I do have her books on my TBR list, I just have never had the opportunity to read any of them. Til now.

“He holds me, but he doesn’t promise a thing, because we both know it’s one he can’t keep.”

Harley & Rose has left me slightly conflicted.  I love Carmen’s writing – no problems there.  I enjoyed going from the past to present and watching Harley and Rose grow. I liked watching things blossom between Harley and Rose.  What sort of irked me was it didn’t really seem like either grew up,  Yes, they became adults and got jobs and both are successful in that right.  But they still acted like they did in high school and college – very juvenile.  And that just ate at me.

Thankfully that didn’t take away from the heart of the story.  These two deeply love each other but they also hurt one another just as much.  They’re both selfish in that way but also didn’t want to hurt the other by holding one another back.  Harley and Rose go through a lot together and yet they still always came back to one another.  And that’s what I loved most.  Plus the added Peter Pan references really had me loving this book.

“I’ll be waiting, Wendy. Second star to the right.  I’ll be waiting.”

The ending  – yea.  Some people are going to hate it and some will love it.  And some will be like me and go, “huh.”  Yes, I had a pretty good idea what was going to happen but I still felt everything that characters went through.  However, again, I just felt Harley and Rose were not acting their age up to this point.  In the end, I felt they were finally acting like the adults they should have been the whole time.

“Pan finally grew up, and the world is a lonelier place because of it.”

Overall, I know people will enjoy this book.  It’s a great story and Carmen’s writing really keeps you drawn to the story.  And yes, I will be reading more from her in the future.

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He doesn’t make it five yards before the truck slams to a stop, its red taillights hovering, taunting me in the early SF morning. He isn’t moving, but I’m on autopilot. One step, two steps, my feet swallow the ground between us, and then he’s out of the truck, catching me up in his big arms as I wrap myself around him and smash my lips down on his, kissing him in a way that the parentals probably wished they weren’t privy to.

When our kisses return to gentle sorrowful pecks I pull back and whisper, “I love you, Pan.”

“Wendy, my Wendy,” he says breathlessly. “You wait for me. You wait for me or I’m going to come back and gut the asshole who takes my place.”

“No one ever could take your place,” I tell him. He nods, setting me on my feet and smoothing the hair back from my forehead.

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Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something, USA Today and international bestselling author.[Text Wrapping Break][Text Wrapping Break]Her dark romance, KICK (Savage Saints MC #1), won Best Dark Romance Read in the Reader’s Choice Awards at RWDU, 2015.[Text Wrapping Break][Text Wrapping Break]A tattoo enthusiast, hardcore makeup addict and zombie fangirl, Carmen lives on the sunny North Coast of New South Wales, Australia, where she spends her time indoors wrangling her two wildling children, a dog named Pikelet, and her very own man-child.[Text Wrapping Break][Text Wrapping Break]A romantic at heart, Carmen strives to give her characters the HEA they deserve, but not before ruining their lives completely first … because what’s a happily ever after without a little torture?

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Published titles to date:

Welcome to Sugartown (Sugartown Series #1)http://www.amazon.com/Welcome-Sugartown-Greetings-Book-ebook/dp/B00GEDTWK6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1428878090&sr=8-1&keywords=welcome+to+sugartown

Enjoy Your Stay (Sugartown Series #2)http://www.amazon.com/Enjoy-Your-Stay-Sugartown-Greetings-ebook/dp/B00IQKGJ6U/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=1A79GHQTJYC4NGB61882

Greetings from Sugartown (Sugartown Series #3)http://www.amazon.com/Greetings-From-Sugartown-Carmen-Jenner-ebook/dp/B00MS7Z38W/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=1MPDNSF44Z00SBJN4BPV

Now Leaving Sugartown (Sugartown Series #4)

REVELRY (Taint #1)http://amzn.com/B00TXXAXJI

KICK (Savage Saints MC #1)

TANK (Savage Saints MC #2)http://www.amazon.com/TANK-Savage-Saints-MC-Book-ebook/dp/B015ELA8CE/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Finding Northhttps://amzn.com/B01AAUTJOC

Toward the Sound of Chaos

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