Forgotten Promises by Elle Brooks…Book Tour & Review

Saying “I Promise” is the easiest thing to do, its just two tiny words. 

No one warned me of the weight they hold, that they not only have the power 
to make something, to give hope, or show devotion. 
They can destroy everything, cause so much hurt, ruin lives. 

 

Every promise holds a toll, if I had known what mine would cost me, 
I would have walked away. 
Now I have to pay the price, watch the consequences of my actions unfold. Witnessing someone I love crumble after breaking my oath 
isn’t the hardest thing I’ve endured, 
it’s being forgotten by the one person that I could never forget.

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My review:

Forgotten Promises is the second book in author Elle Brooks’ Promises series and should only be read if you’ve read the first in the series, Promises Hurt. I say that because this book is the aftermath of a terrible accident that happened in Promises Hurt and it really sets the stage for the emotion and turmoil the two main characters have to endure.

I adored Promises Hurt and was dying to get my hands on this latest installment to see what the future held for Ethan and Blair. I was a crying, sobbing, snotty mess after the ending of the first book and was so nervous to even pick up my e-reader and start reading Forgotten Promises! Now, I don’t want to be too spoliery, but I will give you a hint as to what Blair and Ethan have to go through…it’s hiding in plain sight in the book’s title. FORGOTTEN Promises (that’s all I will say that could equate to a spoiler).

In book one, we watch the beautiful relationship between Blair and Ethan, a pretty unlikely couple, grow into something amazing. I loved Ethan and Blair, both separately as characters and together as a couple. Now, in this second book, they have to pick up the pieces of that relationship and see if they can mend what’s been broken.

This book was packed with emotion and turmoil. Anger and love. Mistrust and uncertainty. I was a nervous wreck reading most of it and was so worried things wouldn’t be the same for Blair and Ethan and that they wouldn’t be able to get back to a good place. My heart broke for Ethan and the struggles he is going through after the accident and I went through too many tissues to count. Poor Blair also had to go through her own hell in trying to help Ethan heal but not really knowing how. There was a moment towards the end that I thought I wouldn’t make but trust me when I say in the end, all of the stumbles were worth it in creating an even stronger foundation for Ethan and Blair.

Thank you, Elle, for giving Ethan and Blair their happy ending and I can’t wait to see what’s next!

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I wasn’t planning on falling for Ethan Jamison, hell I wasn’t planning on our paths ever crossing. He’s the most popular guy at school and a complete player. Me; I’m the perpetual good girl, trying to carry out one last request. But when you make a promise, how far do you go to see it through? 

~ Blair

It’s a running joke that I’m a terrible liar, if only people knew the truth. My whole life has been spent making excuses and deflecting questions. I was pretty good at it until Blair Thomas entered my world. She saw through the mask that everyone is so willing to accept. She makes me want to tell her all my secrets, but can she promise to keep them?

~ Ethan
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Cover Reveal…For Valentine’s by Kat Bastion with Stone Bastion

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I am so excited for today’s cover reveal!!

Today we’re revealing the cover to For Valentine’s by Kat and Stone Bastion. This is the nightcap novella to The No Weddings Series. And we have an exclusive excerpt!! Make sure to enter Kat and Stone’s fantastic giveaway! 

Title: For Valentine’s

Author: Kat Bastion with Stone Bastion

Series: No Weddings Series

Release Day: January 5th

Genre: Contemporary romance

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Exclusive Excerpt:

The silence between us, right as it felt, was thick with emotion. I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “You like the place?”

Her voice came out just above a whisper. “I love it.”

She turned in my arms. “It’s a little bigger than a hot dog stand.”

I tried not to laugh. “That it is, Maestro. But wine and desserts suit you better.”

With a quick glance at the stone buildings, her expression fell. “I didn’t imagine we’d be taking over a business. Somehow I thought we’d build one of our own.”

“We will make this our own. But it’s only our first venture. We’ve got the rest of our lives to create whatever we want.”

Her eyes softened as her gaze fell to my lips. “I like that thought.”

Pulling her closer, I smirked. “What thought is that? Your hungry expression makes me think work is the last thing on your mind.” The deep pink blush on her cheeks gave away just how naughty her thoughts had gone. “Really? We’re talking about business and in two seconds flat you want to jump me?”

She broke away with a gentle shove to my chest. “It’s your fault. Your touching me does it.”

I held my hands up, doing my best to impersonate innocence. “I did nothing. But just so we’re clear: For us to work together, there’s a hands-off policy?”

Her mouth broke into a wide grin. Then her teeth tugged on that sexy lower lip of hers as she took a few steps backward. “I’m not making any rules. You’ll only break them.”

True. I tilted my head down, gaze never leaving hers, and stalked forward, matching her slow retreat step for step. Then my attention scanned downward. “What are those things over your legs? You’ve never worn them before. Not sure I approve.” They hid all her tempting olive skin from me.

She clutched her purple scarf and the lapels of her knee-length black coat as she opened her arms wide. “They’re knit tights. To keep my legs warm. There are other things in this world meant to go under my skirts besides petticoats.”

“Inconceivable.” I smirked. “But now all I can think about is what’s under those knit tights.”

She stretched her arms behind her, which pulled the material of her dress taut over her breasts. Her nipples had hardened. A fact my eyes caught even in the dim light—a Cade Michaelson superpower.

I heaved in a breath. “I am meant to go under your skirt. The most important thing.”

Mischief glittered in her eyes a split second before she made a run for it in the opposite direction. I let her think she could escape, but her feeble attempt at speed gave her away. She wanted to get caught.

After an easy jog, I captured her with a gentle colliding hug, swept her into my arms, and backed her into the stone railing, sitting her on its wide surface. Her soft laughter rang out as I nudged her legs open and stepped between them.

Heart racing from more than the chase, I bent down and ran my lips a hairsbreadth from her neck beginning at her collarbone and ending just below her ear with a slow exhale. She shivered and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

I nipped her earlobe with my teeth, growling low. “The things I am going to do to you under that skirt. Filthy-as-fuck things that will have you begging for more.”

Her voice was a breathless whisper. “Oh, like what?”

“You know I don’t give itineraries.” I slid my hands up under the soft fabric of her short dress. The waistband of the tights gave way to my exploration.

The moment my fingers slid along warm skin she gasped and gripped my biceps. “Your hands are freezing.”

“I’m pretty sure they won’t be much longer.” When I skimmed lower, I blinked and pulled back. “You’re not wearing a thong.”

She gave me a slow headshake. “I usually go commando with tights.”

“Fuck. I’m liking tights more and more.” I gripped the sexy globes of her ass, and she groaned, leaning toward me.

She let out a measured breath. “We can’t have sex right here.”

“Oh, we can. It’s entirely possible and definitely feasible.” I’d completely blocked her with my body. Would it be risky in this very public place? Yeah. Would it be asinine to do it, knowing we sought to run a potential business here? Absolutely.

 

About For Valentine’s:

This steamy nightcap novella, the fifth book in the No Weddings Series, takes us on a post-happily-ever-after adventure as Cade attempts to rewrite Valentine’s Day with his new wife, Hannah.

Wedded bliss. After everything Hannah and I have been through, we finally have it. Yet dark dreams from my troubled past continue to escalate as we approach Valentine’s Day.

Determined to fill our present with great memories that overtake all others, I plan a trip to New York—down to every scheduled detail. Yeah, there will even be a musical.

But Mother Nature has a few tricks up her sleeve. And the universe keeps throwing us curveballs…

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Scorching (explicit) sex scenes.

Fire extinguisher highly recommended.

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One Funeral: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks

Two Bar Mitzvahs: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks

Three Christmases: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks

About the Author:

Shoe and Boot PhotoAward-winning and bestselling romance author Kat Bastion has teamed up with her husband Stone Bastion to create the new contemporary romance series No Weddings.

A few factoids about the writing team…

Kat enjoys her chocolate rich and dark, her music edgy and soul-filling, and her vacations exotic with toes dug into the sand. And she’s wildly, madly, deeply in love with Stone.

Stone likes pounding the trails on a mountain bike, vibrating the sound system with rock music, and down time spent on a stand up paddleboard. And he loves Kat wildly, madly, deeply…and then some.

Together, they’re having a blast bringing fun-filled romantic stories to life and hope you’ll join them in the exciting adventure.

Kat’s first published work, Utterly Loved, was a twentieth anniversary gift of love poems to Stone that they decided to share with the world to benefit charity. Net proceeds from Utterly Loved, and a portion of net proceeds from all their books, go toward charities involved in the fight against human trafficking.

Kat and Stone live amid the beautiful Sonoran Desert of Arizona. Visit their blog at www.talktotheshoe.com, website at www.katbastion.com, and their Twitter accounts at https://twitter.com/KatBastion and https://twitter.com/StoneBastion for more information.

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Exquisite Danger by Ann Mayburn…Blog Tour Stop & Excerpts

~Synopsis~
Some people think my boyfriend, Smoke, is a total biker psycho, a natural born killer who will destroy anyone who threatens what he considers his. They wouldn’t be wrong, but he’s so much more than that. For the first time in my life I know what it’s like to be completely and truly adored by a man who loves me for exactly who I am, a high functioning autistic with more personality quirks than there are stars in the Texas Hill Country night sky. He’s the dark salvation I never dared hope for, my beloved fallen angel who is trying with all of his wicked heart to save me from what seems like an entire world bent on either killing me or a fate worse than death.

We’re headed to the Denver, Colorado chapter of the Iron Horse MC, chasing after my narcissistic, junkie mother who decided to steal from some very bad men leaving her two daughters behind to pay the price for her betrayal. My twin sister, Sarah, old lady to the Iron Horse MC president, is looking for my mother as well, but Sarah’s gone rogue and has no one to guard her back which worries me deeply. To further complicate matters, there are traitors in the Iron Horse MC who are working with my mother, not only helping her to escape but also informing my enemies of my every move.

The odds are stacked against me, but I will do whatever is necessary to protect those I love, and with Smoke at my side, I just might make it out of this mess alive.

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Nice
Resting my cheek on Smoke’s chest I absently stroked the sparse hair on his arms, humming to myself while I enjoyed my post orgasmic bliss. I felt so connected to him, so loved, and I was trying with all my might to avoid thinking about the day to come. The small, scared, dependent part of me my father had tried so hard to destroy wanted to spend the rest of the day hiding here with my man, but I knew Smoke would never allow that.
Sure enough, his muscles flexed beneath my cheek as he sighed. “Time to get up, sweetheart. We have a brunch we need to get to and a traitor to catch.”
His perfect, bronze skin gleamed in the sunlight, and I let out an appreciative sigh as he stood. He really was too fucking hot for his own good. “You think one of them is a spy?”
“The old ladies?”
“Yeah.” I walked into the bathroom to quickly wash the remains of our activities away with a brief shower. There was silence while I cleaned up, and by the time I came back, he was looking at his cell phone with a frown, busily typing something.
Whatever he was reading wasn’t making him happy if the anger coming off of him was any indication, and I tensed as well, my body reacting to his non-verbal language. I watched him begin to pace, and my pulse picked up, throwing off the lingering afterglow from good sex. The only time my man paced was when he was struggling to hold back some strong emotion, usually rage. Fear tried to worm its way further into my heart, but I concentrated instead on getting dressed
in a pair of cute jeans, with elaborate stitching on the back pockets, and a lovely orange and pink bra that matched my panties. When he growled, I turned my back and tried to apply my lip gloss with a shaking hand, before giving up and watching in the mirror as Smoke paced behind me.
When I’d first met him, I would have wanted to stop him from pacing, to try to calm him down, but now I knew him well enough to realize that this was his form of downloading. For Smoke, his ground-eating strides somehow soothed him, so I left him alone and slipped on my wrist cuffs, admiring the gleam of silver in the sunlight coming in through the partially opened shades and sheer, white curtains.A harsh sigh escaped him when he finally stilled and met my eyes in the mirror. “It’s not outside the realm of possibility that one of them may be a traitor.”
As soon as the word traitor left Smoke’s lips, memories of my father lecturing me on how traitors were the lowest of the low, the scum of the earth, raced through my mind. If there was a rat among the old ladies, I was gonna find her, fear of meeting new people or not. I would find a way to get through this and bring us a huge leap forward in my efforts to get this fucking hit off
my head, and bring Sarah home. With this in mind, I turned back to look Smoke in the eye and he grinned. With his words, the training from my dad kicked in, and I gave him a slow nod as my mind shifted from ‘Swan, the woman’ to ‘Swan, the battle-trained survivor’.“What do you want me to do?”“Easy, mama bear. I don’t need you clawin’ anyone’s face off.”

That brought me out of my cold space a little bit and I shrugged. “I’m going to do what has to
be done.”

Still smiling at me, he nodded, and the light caught the hints of amber in his eyes, turning
the irises to the color of melted chocolate. “I know you will. But for right now, just check them
out. The traitor could be acting independently of her old man as well, so if a woman seems real
unhappy with her man, she might be a suspect. Or if she seems really happy with everything, that
might trip your female ESP as well.”

“My female ESP?”

“Yeah, you know, that chick intuition shit. Look, we don’t have time to sit around and bullshit
right now. If we did I’d still be fuckin’ you instead of talkin’. Damn woman, I can’t seem to be
around you without wanting you beneath me.”

Heat rushed through me, and I squeezed my thighs together to try and stop the initial ache of
arousal. “Okay.”

My voice came out in a high-pitched squeak that made him chuckle. Not knowing what
the day would bring, I chose a loose, long-sleeved, pink, silky shirt with a tight, white tank
top beneath that, which was also a waist holster. As I got dressed, I waited for Smoke to come
molest me, but he remained on the bed and focused on whatever he was texting. A renewed
sense of purpose filled me, but there was also a growing sense of loss at being away from the
safety Smoke provided me. He was the only person here I trusted, and I wasn’t a big fan of being
in unfamiliar environments, even if he would be there with me.

“Baby, what’cha thinkin’ so hard about?”

Before I could stop the words, I said what I was really thinking. “I don’t want to be away
from you.”

He sighed and looked up, watching me as I hid a variety of weapons. The weary look left his
face and a slight smile curved his lips. “Make sure you don’t go through any metal detectors.”
Strapping a sheathed throwing knife to my forearm, I glanced up and raised my eyebrows.

“Ha. Ha.”

“I’ll be there, but you’ll be on your own with the women. If I hung out with you, it would be
totally out of character.”

I placed my handgun into its holster on my waist before securing it in place and tugging my
shirt down.

As I moved this way and that in the mirror to make sure the gun couldn’t be seen through the
tank and shirt, Smoke laughed. “Does that thing have a laser sight on it?”
“Of course. Never hurts to have that little bit of extra help, but I don’t use it much. If I relied
on it, I’d be a shitty shot at night.”
“Wouldn’t you worry that the laser would show them where you are?”
“Not really. When I shoot, I shoot to kill.”
“Baby, sometimes you scare me.”
“Ditto.”

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I was still lost in my own fantasy world when the door to my side of the truck was jerked open, and I was snatched out before I could tumble to the ground. Smoke ignored my shriek and grabbed a blanket from the backseat before carrying me over his shoulder to the back of the truck. He took the gate down, tossed the blanket onto the bed of the truck, then perched me on the blanket, all while speaking in Spanish to someone on the phone. Judging by his tone, it wasn’t a happy conversation, but he gazed at me with lust and not anger. He wasn’t pleased with whoever he was talking to, and it made his movements somewhat harsher than usual, more dominant.
I liked that.
He put his hand over the cellphone and said in a stern, no-bullshit voice, “Take your pants off and play with that sweet pussy for me. Fuck, the thought of being the first to do all these dirty things with you and knowing that I’m gonna be the only man you’ll ever have inside of you, makes me want to give your greedy body
every inch of cock it wants, and then some. I own that golden cunt.”
I moaned loudly, and arched my hips up at him, begging him to touch me as he seduced me with his raw words. I wanted to argue that I belonged only to myself, but that wasn’t true. Smoke owned a piece of me now, not just my libido but a bit of my heart and soul. I should’ve been freaked out, but I also realized I owned a part of him as well.
I looked into his dark eyes and studied his face, and found a dizzying amount of desire mixed with rougher, darker emotions. I deliberately made a great production of taking my clothes off, putting everything I’d learned while working at a strip club to good use. My moves were controlled, the dip of a shoulder to draw his gaze to my neck, a slight arch to my back that pushed my butt out.
His voice faltered for a moment then picked back up as he traced his fingers over my bottom. The tremble in his fingertips as he stroked me made me want to drive him crazy. This man loved me. It was evident in his every caress, his every glance, and his every territorial move. Smoke was one hundred percent alpha male, and his need to assert his dominance over me never failed to turn me on. He put his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me down, then propped my butt up so I had to curve my spine to accommodate his silent demands.
Remembering what he wanted from me, I spread my legs the slightest bit and slowly ran my fingertip over the wet slit of my sex. Smoke went silent behind me for a long, long moment. When he spoke again, his voice had a rough edge to it that hadn’t been there before. I stared at the bed of the truck with unseeing eyes, my imagination painting vivid pictures of my man standing behind me, trying to concentrate on business while I tempted him with pleasure. The control that I had over Smoke with my body ramped my desire higher as I tried to entice him to touch me…taste me.I teased myself and him, swirling two of my fingers through my arousal before sinking them slowly inside of me. I startled when Smoke grabbed my hips, but it was only so he could arch me further and spread my legs wider, leaving nothing of my body hidden from him. He stroked the back of my thigh with one hand, his voice becoming nothing but a rumbling sound in my ears as I reveled in his attention. My fingers felt good inside of me, but his cock would feel so much better.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
Evidently I said it loud enough so that Smoke could hear me, because a second later he spanked my bottom hard enough to sting. I almost jerked my hand away from my pussy in surprise, but his hand cupped over mine. He moved my fingers inside of me, using my hand to touch my pussy the way he wanted me to. I gave myself over to him completely, my bite-bruised breasts crushed to the blanket and my ass feeling heated in the cool air.
When he was satisfied that I was playing with my sex as he’d silently instructed, he removed his hand for a moment and unzipped his pants to free his thick erection Then he ran his thumb near the entrance to my body, coating it with my arousal. I tensed when that thumb began to spread my natural lubricant up to my anus, but he just played with me, toying with my body until I was trying to get him to sink his thumb into my bottom. A naughty pleasure tightened my sex, and I groaned as he slowly breached my rear entrance with his thumb, which felt gigantic.I tensed, not sure if I liked this sensation. It was weird and uncomfortable and…ohhhh, God… Smoke was smacking my hand away so he could press his rock-hard shaft against my pussy. His thumb turned from a distraction to an erotic thrill as he slowly sank into me, now speaking in English. I had no idea what he was saying, too caught up in the press of his almost unbearably thick dick breaching me where I needed him the most. The feeling of coming together was bliss, and I moaned from deep in my chest. When he went to pull out, I squeezed my inner muscles and earned a rough, choking sound from Smoke, followed by a snarl directed at the person on the phone.
“Baby, bite down on that blanket,” he whispered to me. “I don’t want this dirty fucker Hustler listening to you. You get too loud and I’ll stop fuckin’ you.”
I managed to gather the blanket, and hoped it was clean as I bit down on it. Personally, I didn’t give a shit if Hustler heard me. I’d seen him getting a blowjob by a pretty, but world-weary woman. Hustler could kiss my ass about me making any noises. It felt good to moan my pleasure into the cloth, and I had no doubt that Smoke—he loved gagging me—was getting off on the sight. Evidently, I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak because the idea of Hustler on the phone getting turned on by our fucking made my pussy clench. Now, I’m not saying I’d touch Hustler, ever, but I wanted to do anything and everything, as long as I did it with Smoke. A decadent shiver went through me at the sheer naughtiness of what we were doing, and I began to rock back onto Smoke’s devastating cock, enjoying the slow burn as he stretched me.
He stood still and let me experiment, his thumb still playing with my bottom. My eyelids slowly closed, and I became lost in the nothingness, my entire being focused on what kind of sensations I could coax from my buzzing nerves while rocking my hips back into Smoke. Soon, I was making little, pained noises into the blanket. There was a place on the upper part of my pussy that felt really, really good when he stroked over it in a certain way. The ridge of the crest of his shaft was pressing into me just right, and I shuddered then grunted.
I barely moved a few inches with each roll of my hips, trying to move to maximize that wonderful, hard tingle I got with every short stroke. It almost felt like he was rubbing my clit from the inside. Another hard moan escaped me, muffled by the blanket, then both of Smoke’s hands gripped my hips hard enough that it sent bright sparks of pleasure/pain surging through me.
“You like that, my naughty girl? When my cock strokes you right…there?”
I cried out as he shoved roughly into me, pressing hard on that spot and making my whole body shiver and shake.
“Yeah, you like that.” His chuckle was that of a smug, self-satisfied male. “We’ll have to see if I can make you squirt for me sometime. But right now, I need to fuck you before anyone else calls me.”
With that he pulled all the way out until the bulbous head of his dick stretched the entrance to my sex, a cry of distress leaving my lips before I could stop it. He laughed again, but the sound turned into a growl as he began to fuck me, harsh thrusts that rocked the truck with his movements. One of his hands left my hip and wound into my hair, pulling back hard enough that I couldn’t help but scream out my pleasure.

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~Author Bio~
  Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of  West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist,   a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan   Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.
   From a young age she’s been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that   often  was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she   discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless   stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back.
   Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.
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Jingle all the Audio featuring Katherine Kellgren

Jingle all the Audio kicks off today and we are so excited! 

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The holidays are just around the corner, which usually means busy schedules, overcrowded supermarkets and shopping malls, and an inevitable decrease in free time to pick up that latest from your favorite author. Don’t fret, Read-Love-Blog is dedicating the month of December to audiobooks and the narrators that make them a wonderful escape from the hustle and bustle. Audiobooks can be the perfect companion this time of year. You can delve into the worlds of your favorite authors while cleaning the house for company, baking confections for social gatherings, or that long trip home for the holidays. Audiobooks have come a long way and are available through a multitude of outlets, including your local library.

A narrator can make or break an audiobook experience and a huge reason why seasoned readers run for the hills at first listen. But hopefully, Jingle All the Audio will entice you to give audiobooks another try. Every Monday this month, I will feature one or two narrators that I believe embody the best of the best, with a wide range of genres to choose from; cheeky mysteries, frightening science fiction phenomenon, kick-butt urban fantasy, and blissfully hopeless romance. At month’s end we will give one lucky follower a chance to choose an audiobook from any of the narrators featured.

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Today’s featured narrator is Katherine Kellgren who narrates the Royal Spyness series written by Rhys Bowen. Katherine is an award-winning narrator of over 200 audiobook. She navigates a wide range of accents and masters an abundance of voice inflections, making it easy for the listener to differentiate between characters, male and female alike. The Royal Spyness series is a collection of tongue-in-cheek mysteries centered around Lady Georgiana, thirty-fourth in line to the throne of England, who must find a means of supporting herself after the prospect of a disagreeable marriage is forced upon her.

You can listen to a sample of Her Royal Spyness, narrated by Katherine Kellgren here

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Love Beyond Reason and A Treasure Worth Seeking by Sandra Brown…Teaser Tour

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Love Beyond Reason

Love Beyond Reason

Katherine Adams said she’d never make her sister Mary’s mistakes. Mary’s fairy-tale marriage into the wealthy, powerful Manning dynasty had turned into a nightmare of abuse. Then, on the night her playboy husband was killed in a car accident, Mary died in childbirth. Now savvy, smart, and very angry Katherine vowed to never let a Manning, any Manning, near Mary’s child — not even the dashing, charismatic oil man who showed up at her door. Katherine wanted to believe Jason Manning wasn’t like his ruthless family. But secrets and lies were part of his heritage. And Katherine could be destroyed by a truth she was afraid to face…and a man she could not resist.

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A Treasure Worth Seeking

A Treasure Worth Seeking

Erin…After years of searching for the brother she’d never known, Erin O’Shea had finally found his San Francisco address. She stood on the doorstep, unaware that she was about to walk into a shocking drama of family lies — and to meet an intriguing, infuriating man who would change her life. Lance…He was a G-man for the government’s toughest cases — like the big-money scam involving Erin’s long-lost brother. But although Lance was immediately attracted to her, he never dreamed that his feelings would drive him to break every rule in the book — and put his career and even Erin’s future on the line. . .

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About the author:

Sandra BrownSandra Brown is the author of more than sixty New York Times bestsellers, including DEADLINE (2013), LOW PRESSURE (2012), LETHAL (2011), TOUGH CUSTOMER (2010), SMASH CUT (2009), SMOKE SCREEN (2008), PLAY DIRTY (2007), RICOCHET (2006), and CHILL FACTOR, all of which have jumped onto the Times bestseller list in the number one to five spot.

Brown began her writing career in 1981 and since then has published over seventy novels, bringing the number of copies of her books in print worldwide to upwards of eighty million. Her work has been translated into thirty-four languages.

Brown holds an honorary Doctorate of Humane Letters from Texas Christian University. She served as the president of the Mystery Writers of American in 2012 and was named ITW’s Thriller Master for 2008, the top award given by the International Thriller Writer’s Association. Other awards and commendations include the 2007 Texas Medal of Arts Award for Literature and the Romance Writers of America’s Lifetime Achievement Award

 

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Hart Attack by Cristin Harber…Blog Tour Stop, Review, & Excerpt

 

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Synopsis:

Outside of Titan Group, there are few people that Roman Hart would die for. He’s a soldier, a protector, and he’s haunted that one of the people he should’ve been able to protect didn’t let him. That was years ago, and now a hardened heart and a cocky attitude are his impenetrable shields, until one woman—one challenge—drives him to distraction.

On the outside, Beth Tourne has it all. Luxury car, gorgeous condo, and a job partying with the rich and famous. It’s a plush CIA cover, but she wants more. Anything for an adrenaline rush that can override her guilty numbness and let her forget the tragedy she never saw coming.

Their scars make them perfect operatives. Their mirrored pasts give them deep, wounded reasons to stay alone. But the more they ignore the tension, the more vulnerable they become. Survival means trust. In one another, behind closed doors, and on the job. The only way they’re making it out alive is if they find peace while waging a war.

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My review:

Hart Attack is the fifth book in author Cristin Harber’s Titan Group Series and unfortunately the first book in the series I have read. I say unfortunately because I have clearly been missing out on one hell of an amazing series and author. This book is everything a romantic suspense should be. It was exciting, pulse pounding, hot, sexy, and action packed!

Now, I will say that since I don’t know a whole lot of the back story between Roman and Beth, my review may be lacking in that area but I will say that regardless of not reading the previous books in the series, I didn’t feel that I was missing out with the plot that played out in this installment.

Beth Tourne is damn good at her role within the CIA. She’s the pretty face who uses her refinement and social status to schmooze with the high-caliber criminals the government is after and she does her job well. The one major downfall is that she really isn’t taken too seriously by her colleagues and that pisses her off. She yearns for a real assignment she would be able to show off her real skills as a CIA agent. She also yearns for the excitement that type of assignment would bring to help push away the pain she is suffering after a devastating loss in her past. Then there was Roman. Roman, the sexy Titan Group member who has grown to mean something to her despite her attempts at keeping her life focused solely on her career. Both infuriating and intriguing, Beth knows the attraction between them is growing and when she finally has the chance at a meaningful assignment, it may come at quite a cost.

Titan Group member Roman Hart has spent years perfecting his skill as a soldier, fighter, protector, and pompous ass…according to Beth. Beth, the only woman that he wants to both push away and pull closer. The woman who breaks down his defenses and makes him want more. And that scared the crap out of him, primarily because he didn’t know how to handle having the woman he is caring more for day by day in situations that risk her life. He went through the pain of losing someone her loved a few years earlier and vowed never to let anyone get close to him again and to never feel that type of pain again. If only his heart would get on board with that plan. Now Roman must figure out how to handle the risks her career puts her in. Easier said than done for a man like Roman…

With lives and love on the line, both Beth and Roman will have to break down their emotional walls and learn to trust and love again…before it’s too late and they lose the chance at happiness fate has given them.

This was one hell of a book. I was drawn in from the very beginning and couldn’t put it down. The chemistry and attraction between Beth and Roman was done beautifully. It wasn’t soft and sweet. It wasn’t tender and fluffy. It was hard and real. It was honest and raw and I loved all of it. They both have been hurt terribly in the past and have very valid reasons for wanting to push one another away. It was those feelings that made the push and pull between them so delectable. Even though they both wanted to remember the reasons why they should stay away from each other, their hearts have a way of reminding them of just why it’s so damn right to be together.

Adding to their individual emotional turmoil is the complication of Beth’s new assignment and the dangers she is in. Dealing with the wealthy and unsavory will put Beth in harm’s way and possible at the hands of a traitor within the CIA. The suspense aspect of this story played out beautifully and left me white knuckled, holding onto my e-reader and paying Beth and Roman would make it though and get their happy ending. (I won’t give anything away except to tell you that the ending was simply perfect! *dreamy sigh*)

Thank you, Cristin, for an amazing read packed with emotion and suspense. I will certainly be going back to the beginning of the series to enjoy all of the Titan Group members!

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Excerpt:

Beth parked in the driveway of his nice house, which sat on a huge piece of property. After a quick knock on the door, it opened. Roman was bruised and battered and shirtless, and the shelved box of feelings came screaming open. Whatever his agenda was, the shirtless hello wasn’t fair.

“No, no, no.” She closed her eyes and pointed blindly. “Turn around, get dressed, and we can try this again.”

She stood her ground and wouldn’t cross the threshold. There was no possible way to remain detached when a wall of perfectly sculpted muscle stood a few feet away. “Roman.” She shook her head. “I’m not a booty call, go find a shirt.”

“Babe.”

She peeked through one eye. Holy shit! He was perfect. Her mouth watered. Definitely dangerous, he was a man who could leave her without a sane thought left. 

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About the author:

Cristin Harber is a USA Today bestselling romantic suspense and military romance author. Fans voted her onto Amazon’s Top Picks for Debut Romance Authors in 2013, and her debut Titan series was #1 romantic suspense, #1 military romance, and a USA Today Top 100 bestseller.

She lives outside Washington, DC with her family and English Bulldog.

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