Alexa Loved by T.R. Cupak…Blog Tour & Review

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Alexa Loved (Alexa Series Book 2)

by: TR Cupak


After
her parents died during her senior year of high school, Alexa Morgan is
completely alone in the world—except for her
best-friend-turned-boyfriend Devin, identical twins Becca and Jessa, and
Sebastian, a mysterious associate of her father’s.


Upon
graduation, Alexa wants nothing more than to move on with her life, go
to college, and forget all the hard and hurtful things from her tragic
past. But when her first love, Ethan, shows up on her doorstep—the night
before she’s supposed to meet Devin in Miami—it kicks off a whirlwind
of events that threatens the good and stable things she’s worked so hard
to achieve.


Ethan
and Alexa shared one night of passion before he disappeared, leaving
her bewildered and confused. But now he’s back, declaring that he loves
her and that the only reason he left was to protect her from his
malicious stepmother, Olivia.



In
her heart, Alexa knows she loves Devin, but her attraction to Ethan is
so strong she can’t help but be drawn in by their shared chemistry.
Meanwhile, the threat of Olivia lurks around the edges, casting a
menacing shadow over everything and everyone Alexa loves. 

  *******REVIEW******

The first book took me by surprise in so many ways.  This book gutted me.  Ugly horrible, snot dripping tears.  But it also kept me at the edge of my seat.

Alexa Loved  starts off where Alexa Crushed ended and things just take off from there.

Alexa and Devin have graduated and are trying to start a new together.  However, Ethan isn’t going to give up on Alexa quite so easily.

This very unique love triangle is the least of their worries though.  Ethan’s neurotic and crazy step-mom adds herself into the mix and causes a lot of headaches for them all.  Plus, we still have that teeny, tiny MicroSD popping up in the background causing Alexa to stay on her toes.

There is a lot of suspense and mystery going on in this book but T.R. brings it all together so perfectly.  But let’s not forget the crazy, hot sex scenes.  Oh hot damn!  Let’s just say T.R. knows how to not only show the hot part but make it very sensual in the same manor.

T.R. has a way with words.  She is able to put them to paper (technically tap it out on her keyboard) and bring us a beautiful, heart breaking story full of suspense.  I am thrilled that we will be getting more books of this series in the future.  There’s a character that I am particularly curious about – Viper.  I need to know more about this man – he has definitely piqued my interest and I need more!

If you haven’t already, I highly recommend reading this series.  It’s one series you won’t be disappointed with.

 
T.R. Cupak was born and raised in the California Bay Area. She now lives
in a quiet town south of where she grew up with her husband and their
shih tzu Harley. She is obsessed with cars, especially fast ones, and
enjoys her music louder than anyone should. When she’s not at work or
busy writing, you can find her curled up, reading and enjoying a
fabulous glass of wine or a Dirty Shirley.

Despite her lifelong love of literature, Cupak lost touch with her creative side in her early 
twenties. Her passion for reading was rekindled six years ago, however, and in 2013 she 
started
journaling. This practice helped Cupak hone her creative aspirations,
and soon she saw her characters come to life. She has rediscovered her
passion for storytelling and wants to share her words with everyone who
wants to read them.

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Love Unspoken by Lisa DeJong….Excerpt Reveal

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EXCERPT

 I finally walk in the office two minutes after eight. I’m late for the first time in six months, and I don’t even care. Sometimes when life weighs you down, you simply stop caring.           The elevator opens to my floor, and I step out in somewhat of a trance—a mix of tired, hung-over, and confused. Monday feels like Friday, and that’s never a good sign.           A strong arm wraps around me from behind, pulling me back into a dark room. I’m ready to fight back, but his familiar scent tickles my nose, and I relax.           “You’re late.” His breath hits the back of my neck.           “I overslept. It won’t happen again.”           His fingers curl against the fabric of my navy blue shift dress. “Does your new perfume have a hint of tequila in it?” he asks.           “You don’t like it?” I ask, hiding from the truth.           “Don’t fuck with me, Ms. Fields. Who did you drink with last night because it wasn’t me?”           “Why do you have to be so smart?”           “Lila.”           I close my eyes tightly, praying for forgiveness in advance. “I may have had a few shots last night before bed.”           He spins me around in his arms, and it’s only then that I realize he pulled us into a small conference room. He has me pressed against the wall, his arms framing my face. “I’ve never known a person to do shots alone.”           Even with only the dim light showing through the partially open door, I can see his eyes. “I wasn’t alone.”           He pushes against the door until it closes then frames me in again. There’s nowhere to run. No lies to tell. “I don’t want him there alone with you. Just thinking about it is making me sick.”           I swallow my regret. I can’t do anything about what’s already been done.           “Move in with me,” he says, his lips a whisper above mine. I answer the only way I can, standing on my tiptoes to press my lips on his. I want him to forget just as much as I need to stop thinking.           He grips the back of my neck, deepening the kiss by pressing his tongue between my lips. I’m lost in him—swept away by the waves he creates from head to toe. I splay my hands on his stomach, feeling his taut muscles through his crisp dress shirt. I slide them up until my fingers meet behind his neck, curling into his hair.           “I’m not a jealous man,” he breathes as his mouth trails a path down my throat.           “Okay,” I say softly, my body aching for his.           “But you make me jealous.”           I wrap my arms tightly around his neck. “I love you,” I whisper into his ear.           He groans, lifting me until my legs are wrapped around his hips. My dress is short … it wouldn’t take much.           The door clicks, but his lips stay on me. I open my mouth, but the light comes on, warning him before I can. He looks up but doesn’t move to put me down. My cheeks burn red when I see who’s standing there.           “Sorry, Mr. Stanley,” Jane, the receptionist says, her own face turning a deep shade of red. “You asked me to bring Mr. Stone in here. I didn’t-”           “It’s okay, Jane. I’ve got it from here,” Pierce interrupts. She wastes no time before disappearing around the corner. Not that I blame her.           My face only burns hotter when I see Blake standing where she’d been. He’s not looking at Pierce … just me. The color drains from his face as he steps back, lowering his wounded eyes. I don’t want to watch, but I also can’t look away.           My chest tightens as I loosen my grip on Pierce and fight to stand on my own two feet again. He lets me, but his body is still flush with mine.           “Let me go,” I say, trying my best to make it so Blake doesn’t hear.           He does, slowly, adjusting my skirt along the way. “Now he knows,” he whispers against my ear before pulling away.           My eyes widen as I watch him take a seat at the conference room table. He looks back at me before turning his attention to Blake. There’s nothing I’d like to do more than disappear from this room, but I fear for each of their safety if I do.           “Are you going to come sit down, Blake, or are we holding this meeting in the hallway?” Pierce asks, leaning back in his chair. For a second, he reminds me of Wade; I hate comparing the two.           I glance over at Blake. He’s pondering, hands fisted at his side, eyes narrowed in on the man I was entangled with just minutes ago. A still frame of it could definitely go next to uncomfortable in the dictionary. “Did you call me here for a meeting, Stanley, or did you call me here to prove that you have bigger balls?”           Pierce has a smug look on his face, but as he looks over at me, his expression softens instantly. If he thought this was going to be okay—that I was somehow going to not see through him—he was wrong. He didn’t just hurt Blake; he hurt me.           His eyes shift back to Blake. “A meeting, of course. We just lost track of time.”           Blake steps into the room, walking right past me to the side the table opposite Pierce. I watch—panicked—as he leans over the table. “I swear to God … if you are using her to get back at me, I will fucking kill you. She’s not a prize. She’s not a way to punish me, and so help me God, if you hurt her-”           Pierce stands swiftly, leaning in until their faces are only about a foot apart. “I would never hurt her because I love her. Do you know what love is because I seriously doubt it.” My heart races, and I have no idea what to do to make this all stop. “And while we’re having our man to man, I’m going to warn you once to stay the fuck away from her outside of work. I was the one who picked up the pieces you left behind, and I’m not going to sit here and let you hurt her again.”           “I was protecting her,” Blake says through gritted teeth.           Pierce tilts his head, the look on his face absolutely murderous. “I forgot how good you are at protecting women.”

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Love Unspoken is the second book in the Flawed Love series!

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RELEASE DATE: October 19th

I lent my heart to the bad boy, and he did exactly what I expected he would. He broke it.

And the guy I should have been with—he’s still here. He tries to take my mind off everything I’ve lost while showing me what I could have. I’m ready for a new start, to fall in love again … to do what I should have done in the first place.

Everything seems perfect.

Then the past comes walking back in. I thought I was over him, but one look and I know that’s not true. We went through too much together for those feelings to completely fade away.

When my past and present collide, how am I supposed to choose? They both love me, and I love them.

A heart will be broken … and it could be mine.

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About the Author:

Lisa DeJong

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Lisa De Jong is a wife, mother and full-time number cruncher who lives in the Midwest. Her writing journey involved insane amounts of coffee and many nights of very little sleep but she wouldn’t change a thing. She also enjoys reading, football and music.

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The Fall Up by Aly Martinez…Excerpt Reveal Stop

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RELEASE DATE: October 26th

 

I wanted to jump.

He made me fall.

As a celebrity, I lived in the public eye, but somewhere along the way, I’d lost myself in the spotlight.

Until he found me.

Sam Rivers was a gorgeous, tattooed stranger who saved my life with nothing more than a simple conversation.

But we were both standing on that bridge for a reason the night we met. The secrets of our pasts brought us together—and then tore us apart.

Could we find a reason to hold on as life constantly pulled us down?

Or maybe there’s only one direction to go when two people fall in love at rock bottom—up.

 

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Chapter One

Levee

It was raining. Isn’t that the way all great love stories start? And also usually end? The midnight air was cool against my skin as I stared off that bridge. My blond wig was secured in place by a headband, and chunky sunglasses covered my whiskey-colored eyes. I didn’t look like myself any more than I felt it. Bruises from the night before painted my legs while fresh scabs covered my knees, but it was the hollowness in my chest that hurt the most.

Yep. Still me.

Which was exactly why I was standing on that bridge, wishing for the mental fortitude to hurl myself off.

A man’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “You finally gonna do it tonight?”

I instinctually smoothed my fake hair down and pressed the bridge of my glasses closer to my face, sealing out any possible glance he could catch. I stared ahead as I snapped, “Excuse me?”

“I’ve seen you here three nights in a row now. I was just wondering if tonight was going to be the night you finally jump.”

My eyes flashed wide, but since they were covered by the dark glasses, my reaction remained hidden. “I just like the view. That’s all.” What a load of shit.

I watched him nod out of the corner of my eye. “Yeah me too. It’s gorgeous up here.”

Shuffling my feet to the side, I attempted to slip away as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered it my way.

“You want one?”

I shook my head and then crept down a few inches to put distance between us.

“Suit yourself.” He used a hand to shield the lighter from the wind, but the constant sprinkle of rain made his task impossible. “Damn it,” he cursed with the cigarette tucked between his lips. “Little help?” he asked, swinging his gaze to mine.

Arching an eyebrow, I asked, “With what?”

“It’s raining…and windy…and I’m trying to burn one.” He tilted his head, equally as incredulous.

“You want me to call God? We had a bad breakup recently, but he might be willing to do me one last favor.”

He breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief. “That would be fantastic. What’s the big guy’s response time like these days? Last time we spoke, it was”—he paused to look at his watch—“oh, twenty-seven years.”

A soft laugh bubbled from my throat, and one side of his mouth lifted in a gorgeous grin.

“I’m not exactly in the mood to wait that long, so maybe you could just block the wind with your body?” His smile spread as he stepped toward me, forcing my gaze to nervously bounce away.

“Sorry. Can’t help you there. Lung cancer and I broke up too.” After gathering the back of my wig into a ponytail, I pulled it over my shoulder and turned away from him. The chill of the wind blasted my face and roared over my ears as it rushed past me.

I went back to staring out at the dark, choppy water, becoming lost in the idea of how cold it might be.

Is tonight the night?

No.

My feet would more than likely never leave the edge of that bridge, but there was a definite reason why I was imagining ending it all. Exactly zero other people in the world would understand why. I had it all, and I dreamed about losing it all—more often than I would ever admit, even to myself.

After stepping out of my heels, I slipped my foot between the bars on the railing. The wind slammed my bruised leg against the metal. “Shit,” I hissed as pain shot through me.

“You think that hurts? Imagine falling twenty-five stories then crashing into the water, which might as well be concrete, at speeds upward of seventy miles per hour,” the man said, leaning on the metal railing next to me.

“Wow. Someone’s done some research,” I said sarcastically, barely sparing him a glance.

“Daily,” he responded frankly, causing my surprised gaze to swing to his. Simply shrugging at my reaction, he turned his back to the railing and propped himself up on his colorfully tattooed forearms. “You forget I’ve been here the last three nights in a row too.” He smirked, lifting the cigarette up to his lips for a deep inhale.

“Listen, I’m not going to jump if you’re some kind of caped crusader on a mission. I just needed some fresh air.” I pointedly glanced at his cigarette.

A laugh escaped his mouth in a grey puff. “Fresh air is overrated. Especially given the reason you’re standing here.” He knowingly arched a dark-brown eyebrow.

“Riiiiight,” I drawled, rolling my eyes behind my glasses. “Okay, well, I was just heading out anyway.”

“Then my work here is done.” He bowed, and the corner of my mouth lifted in a smile as I stepped back into my shoes and walked away.

I shook my head at the random stranger. Then, a thought struck me, stopping me only a few feet away. Spinning back to face him, I asked, “Wait. Were you reaching out to me as a cry for help?”

“Oh look. Designer Shoes has a conscience!” He dropped his cigarette to the damp ground, stepping on it with the toe of his well-worn, black boots. Bending over, he picked the butt up and tucked it in his pocket.

At least he didn’t litter.

“Oh look. Tattooed Stalker has jokes!” I smarted back.

He smiled, pulling another cigarette from his pocket and then pausing just before guiding it between his lips. “Were you judging me based on my tattoos? I’m offended.” He feigned anguish then laughed while lifting his lighter to once again battle the wind for a nicotine fix.

I wanted to walk away, but he wasn’t wrong. I did have a conscience, and right then, I was worried that it might really be his night to make good on his apparent numerous visits to the bridge.

With a huff, I headed back towards him, praying that I could wrap it up as quickly as possible then head back to my house for a few hours of sleep. Or, more likely, lie awake while staring at the ceiling and crying.

“Are you planning to jump for real?” I asked.

His smile fell as he focused on the water. “Nah. I don’t have the balls to do something like that. Talking to you wasn’t a plea for help or anything. You just look worse than usual tonight.” His gaze slid down to my battered legs.

“Oh!” I exclaimed in understanding. “That’s not at all what you’re thinking. I fell down some stairs.”

He quirked his lips in disbelief.

“I’m serious!”

“I’m sure you are,” he told the wind. “You can go. I’m good.”

I could have walked away, but for some reason, I pulled my jacket tighter around my shoulders and silently stood there while he finished his cigarette.

After a final deep inhale, he flicked it over the railing of the bridge.

Apparently, he does litter.

Turning to me, his face became serious. “You need to call the cops before he makes the decision to end it all for you.”

“Who?” I asked, watching the burning ember hit the metal column then explode in a million different sparks before disappearing down to the water below.

Lucky cigarette.

“The stairs…and whatever inanimate object you’re blaming for those bruises you’re hiding behind sunglasses at one in the morning. You should call the cops before…” His voice trailed off, but his dark gaze narrowed on mine. His eyes bored into my hidden stare, combining with the rain and wind to send chills down my spine.

I took the moment to secretly assess him. He was insanely sexy, but nothing like the men I was accustomed to. His chin was the kind of scruffy that made women weak, but it was obvious he didn’t pay four hundred dollars for his personal hairstylist to shape it. Judging by his shaggy, brown hair that begged for me to thread my fingers in it, I wasn’t sure he was even a barbershop kind of guy. He stood a few inches taller than I was in heels, so I pegged him at around six one. And while his tattooed forearms were deliciously sculpted and his shoulders were notably defined, his body didn’t appear to be swollen with muscles from hours spent at the gym. By the aura of bad boy he gave off, I would have expected him to be a self-consumed, arrogant prick.

He wasn’t though.

He was just an average guy worrying about the well-being of an average girl.

Only he couldn’t have been more wrong, and a pang of guilt hit me hard.

Just not hard enough for me to do anything to correct his assumptions about who I was.

Very softly, I attempted to put his fears to rest. “I promise it’s not what you’re thinking.”

“Okay,” he responded, unconvinced. He nodded to himself before dragging another cigarette from his pocket.

I watched him struggle for a second before I scooted towards him, using my body to block the wind.

Biting the cigarette between his straight, white teeth, he smiled devilishly around it. “Thanks.” Flicking the flame to life, he hunched over until a stream of smoke swirled up from the red tip.

“You should stop smoking.”

“Noted.” He exhaled through his nose.

We went back to silently staring over the side of the bridge. The familiar lights of the San Francisco skyline danced all around us. And, even as tourists and locals alike passed by us, I felt an odd, and unbelievably comfortable, isolation standing there with him.

When my teeth began to chatter, his attention was drawn my way. “I’m not here to jump. You really can go.”

I nodded but didn’t move away.

He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest and rubbing his biceps for warmth.

“How are you not frozen?” I asked, taking in his thin Henley for the first time since we met.

Shrugging, he dropped his cigarette, answering as he bent to retrieve it. “Thick skin? I’m used to it? I come here a lot? I’m half Eskimo?”

I eyed him suspiciously. “You’re cold, aren’t you?”

“Fucking. Freezing,” he admitted, tucking his arms close to his body and blowing into his hands. “I just came up here for one smoke. Then I saw you. Now, come on. Be a lady and loan a man a jacket,” he joked, tugging on the edge of my coat.

I laughed, hugging it even tighter around my body and stepping out of his reach. “How about we both just leave? Then neither of us have to worry about the other plummeting to their death.”

“Sounds like an amazing plan.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of the tattered jeans riding low on his hips. As we began the hike back down to the foot of the bridge, he asked, “You have a name, Designer Shoes?”

I smiled and shook my head, not willing to lie—or divulge the truth.

“Yeah. Me either,” he replied.

I bit my bottom lip to suppress a laugh.

Side by side, we trudged the rest of the way in silence.

When we got to the foot of the bridge, he turned to face me and sighed. “Well, I genuinely hope I never see you again.”

My head snapped back in shock, and maybe a little hurt.

But he quickly corrected himself. “No! I just mean… Shit.” He ran a nervous hand through his hair while I watched, amused. “I just mean, given the way we met… I…um. I hope you never have a reason to go back up there.”

I teasingly tipped my head to the side. “But I really like the view.”

He cleared his throat. “Right. Of course, the view. Okay, well, have a good night.”

“You too.” I smiled tightly, but my feet didn’t budge. I told myself that it was because I didn’t want him to see my car or the bodyguard waiting for me behind the wheel. But, in reality, I just wasn’t ready to leave. Home wasn’t where I wanted to be. I didn’t actually want to be anywhere.

Not even standing at the foot of a bridge, talking to a witty and sexy man.

Okay, maybe I wanted that a little bit.

“Yep. Have a good night,” he repeated, shoving his hands inside his pockets and slowly backing away.

I gave him a quick wave, which he returned before he jogged in the other direction.

I smiled to myself, shaking my head at the entire interaction—secretly lamenting that it hadn’t been longer.

 

 

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About the Author:

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Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.

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Played by Clare James… Guest Post & Blog Tour

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In PLAYED, the newest book in Clare James’s Elite PR series, it’s play or be played as sexy country singer Aaron Major engages in a game of give and take with PR pro Melody Sharp in this steamy, must read fall title releasing October 19th from Entangled Brazen.

Want to get to know Clare better? Check out her Dear Reader letter!

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About Played:

Title: Played

Author: Clare James

Publisher: Entangled Brazen

Release Date: October 19, 2015

Series: Elite PR #2

Genre: Contemporary Romance

ISBN: 9781633754515

Play. Or be played.

The music should be enough. End of story. But Aaron Major is finding out it’s not, and now his agent has hired a firm of suits to help launch his debut album, turning his life into a goddamn circus. Smile here. Play there. Be nice. Well, screw that. If Aaron wanted to spend his time shaking hands and kissing babies, he would’ve gone into politics.

Helping launch the career of country singer Aaron Major should be a cakewalk for PR pro Melody Sharp. Aaron is charming, sexy, and oh-so-appealing when he’s on stage. Off stage, though, he’s her worst nightmare. A stubborn, ornery, reclusive nightmare without a lick of business-or fashion-sense. The only way he’s going to make it in music is with a serious makeover-and quite possibly a personality transplant.

Soon, they’re engaged in a game of give and take, and though it’s Melody calling the shots, it’s Aaron who holds all control…

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About Clare James:

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Clare James writes contemporary romance and new adult novels with spunky heroines and sexier-than-sin heroes. Her books have made several best-selling lists including the tender love stories in the Impossible Love series; the steamy romantic comedy Dirty Little Lies; and the touching family drama Wednesday. She’s also the author of a new series with Entangled’s Brazen line about the women of Elite PR and their very naughty clients. The first two books in the series are out now!

A former dancer, Clare still loves to get her groove on – mostly to work off her beloved cupcakes and red wine. She lives in Minneapolis with her husband and young son, and is always on social media chatting with readers.

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Author Guest Post

Her writing rituals: Certain area? Music being played or quiet? How story ideas are plotted out.

Writing Rituals

By Clare James

I respect anyone who has to get into a certain mindset or has special rituals to begin their writing day. I, however, am not one of them. And for me, and some others, this idea can be paralyzing… or just another way to procrastinate.

If I had my choice, I’d love to write at a cabin on the water, to the sounds of waves crashing in the background. But if I did that, I’d never get anything done. So I try to spend less time thinking or preparing to write, and more time just doing it. It’s a matter of survival now that I have so many deadlines!

But … quiet always seems to work best for me. If I’m struggling, or on the rare occasion when I can make my writing session a treat, I’ll listen to music before I start for inspiration. I like to do this with certain TV shows or movie clips too. YouTube is my friend during these inspirational jags. I’ll watch a few, get my head right, and then get to work. I can’t do it often though, because before I know it, I’ve listened to an entire album or watched an entire show, without putting one word on the page. I’m a typical writer who is easily distracted and will find any reason to put off the work!

It usually takes me a while to get my first thirty pages down, due to all the noise. Once I do, I get to work like a beast. All hours, during all times—as I’m cooking dinner, or watching soccer practice, even taking a bath. That is usually when the best ideas come to me, and when the plot really starts to work itself out—those moments when I’m simply living life. This is also why I always carry a notebook

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Fatal Beauty by Nazarea Andrews…Blog Tour Stop & Review

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FATAL BEAUTY Synopsis:

Charlotte was a good girl.

Sweet and innocent, a debutante with her Daddy’s credit card and a fiancée who doted on her.

She was destined for a perfect picture life in Charleston.

Until everything goes wrong.

EJ grew up with everything she could ever want, and bored as hell.

Nothing surprises her and nothing ever changes, and she wants out—whatever it takes.

Getting involved with Anthony Jacobs is probably the worst idea she’s ever had—and that makes it irresistible.

Until Charlie needs her.

New Orleans. Memphis. Vegas.

Beautiful girls who know just how to get exactly what they want.

It’s all fun and games, sexy nights and wild parties.

But you can only manipulate your way out of so much, and the body count is rising. When their past catches up, not even a pretty smile will get them out of trouble this time.

 

My Review:

Fatal Beauty is the newest work from Nazarea Andrews, an author I have loved to read since I stumbled across years ago. I can always count on Ms. Andrews to write great stories with interesting plots and fresh ideas and this was no exception.

With tons of deceit, money, drugs, rich daddy’s girl attitudes, murder, suspense, and steamy sex, there was never ever a dull moment in this book. It started out with a bang (pretty literally) and kept getting better and juicier, as the story went on. In a way, it reminded me a whole lot of the Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillippe movie, Cruel Intentions, and I just adored that. Two main characters you just hate to love at times and love to hate at others.  It’s hard for me to go into too much specific detail without ruining the twists and turns involved in this book and I certainly don’t want to ruin the experience for any of you. All I can say is if you’re looking for a book that will grab you from the very start and keep you glued to each scandal clad page, this is certainly a book you should read!

Once again I am reminded of why I enjoy Ms. Andrews’ writing so much. Thank you, Nazarea, for a juicy, sexy, dirty, dangerous, and devily delicious read!

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About the author:

Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.

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New Series & Cover Reveal by Kendall Ryan

NYT Bestselling Author Kendall Ryan brings you a brand new exciting series, Alphas Undone. Each book is a standalone. We are very excited to announce the first book Bait & Switch, which will release on February 9th, 2016.  

 

 

 

 Bait & Switch
Alphas Undone Book 1
Love is a trap, a trick only other
people fall for. Former Navy SEAL Nolan has no such illusions. The only things
real in his life are his beloved bulldog and the two women who regularly share
his bed. One is light—soft, innocent, and tender touches. The other is dark—and
gives him all of the wicked things he craves behind closed doors. It’s not
cheating when each is aware of the other. But when he begins to feel much more
than he ever bargained for, the order of his carefully crafted world is shaken,
and he stands to lose everything.
 
Nolan thinks we met by chance. We
didn’t. I sought him out, seduced him, and in return got the sanctuary I needed
to survive. But now, impossibly, I’ve fallen in love with him. I don’t care
that he has another lover, because when he finds out who I am, it’s going to
ruin any chance I ever had with him anyway. She’s the least of my worries.
 
Bait & Switch is Book 1 in a new contemporary
romance series by Kendall Ryan.

 

 

 

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“So, how does all this work? Do you mind if I pry a little?” Her cheeks heated slightly, knowing all the questions spinning in her mind. It was one thing to hear about it over drinks the other night, it was quite another to see it with her own eyes.

“Pry away,” he chuckled softly, his hand slowly stroking up and down against her spine.

Awareness zinged through her. It had been a long time since she’d felt a man’s touch. Six months to be exact.

“How did she end up living here with you?”

“I knew her through a mutual acquaintance, and after breaking up with her ex, she needed somewhere to live. I offered my guest room up. Rent free. No strings. And she said yes.”

“That was awfully nice of you.” She blinked at him in wide-eyed astonishment. It wasn’t something many people would do.

“Trust me, I’m very far from being a white knight.” His voice dropped lower, and his hand came to rest at her lower back again. “Our relationship sort of evolved from there.”

He didn’t continue, leaving Lacey to guess if it was some type of BDSM interest that they shared.

“What else is going on inside that pretty head of yours?” he asked.

“H-how did you come to be this way?” She cringed when she realized how it sounded. As though he was damaged goods. Then again, maybe he was. Nolan didn’t even raise an eyebrow to her question.

“After a demanding career as a SEAL …” He let out a deep sigh, gazing down at the courtyard. “My goals are much simpler now – to enjoy life one day at a time and take pleasure where I find it.”

She simply nodded. He didn’t elaborate, but he didn’t need to. Growing up in a family of men who served, she knew he had seen too much, done too much, probably experienced losing teammates he fought beside. She knew it could mess a man up. At the very least, it changed them. And in Nolan’s case, it made him harder and closed him off to the hearts and flowers kind of love she hoped to find someday. He was surviving, in his own way.

“I need to know what you taste like,” Nolan murmured.

She blinked up at him, her eyes still searching his. There was so much she was unsure about, but the electricity buzzing between them wasn’t one of them.

He leaned forward, moving slowly, and brought his lips to hers. Hesitating for just a moment, as if to give her a chance to decide, Nolan’s warm breath ghosted over her mouth. Lifting up onto her tip toes, Lacey touched her lips to his. With one hand stroking her jaw, his other came to settle against her hip, his thumb running along the bare skin at the waistband of her jeans. Nolan pulled her body close, until she felt the hard ridge of him against her belly. He felt massive. Her lips parted in a silent gasp and he stroked his tongue against hers.

His mouth seemed made to fit over hers. And the skillful way he moved his tongue provoked thoughts of what other ways he could use that tongue. While her panties grew wet, and her breathing turned ragged, they kissed deeply for several minutes.

Her hands wandered, running over his firm biceps, and down the front of his shirt where rounded pecs waited invitingly under his shirt.

Sex rolled off of him in waves. No, not just sex. Fucking. Lacey was sure that being intimate with Nolan would be unlike any other experience she’d had. And that excited the hell out of her.

“God damn, woman,” he murmured breaking away from her lips.

Lacey couldn’t disagree. Everything about that kiss felt right. Backgrounds ceased to matter. Messy entanglements forgotten. When she was kissing Nolan, nothing mattered except getting even closer. More, her body begged.

“Just keep an open mind,” he said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

 







A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today
bestselling author of more than 18 titles, Kendall Ryan has sold more than a
million ebooks and her books have been translated into several languages in
countries around the world. She’s a traditionally published author with Simon
& Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as enjoying success as an
independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing in 2012,
she’s appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts around the world.
Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller
list 23 times.

 

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Dance In The Wind: Rising Storm Episode 4 by Jennifer Probst…Release Day Event

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We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Jennifer Probst’s DANCE IN THE WIND!! DANCE IN THE WIND is Episode 4 in the Rising Storm Series brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights. Grab your copy today!!

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Rising Storm Episode 4 (Oct. 15): Jennifer Probst’s Dance in the Wind
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Welcome to Storm, Texas, where passion runs hot, desire runs deep,

and secrets have the power to destroy…

Nestled among rolling hills and painted with vibrant wildflowers, the bucolic town of Storm, Texas, seems like nothing short of perfection.

But there are secrets beneath the facade. Dark secrets. Powerful secrets. The kind that can destroy lives and tear families apart. The kind that can cut through a town like a tempest, leaving jealousy and destruction in its wake, along with shattered hopes and broken dreams. All it takes is one little thing to shatter that polish.

Reading like an on-going drama in the tradition of classic day and night-time soap operas like Dallas, Dynasty, and All My Children, Rising Storm is full of scandal, deceit, romance, passion, and secrets.

With 1001 Dark Nights as the “producer,” Julie Kenner and Dee Davis use a television model with each week building on the last to create a storyline that fulfills the promise of a drama-filled soap opera. Joining Kenner and Davis in the “writer’s room” is an incredible group of New York Times bestselling authors such as Lexi Blake, Elisabeth Naughton, Jennifer Probst, Larissa Ione, Rebecca Zanetti and Lisa Mondello who have brought their vision of Storm to life.

A serial soap opera containing eight episodes in season one, the season premiere of Rising Storm, TEMPEST RISING, debuted September 24th with each subsequent episode releasing consecutively this fall.

So get ready. The storm is coming.

 

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About DANCE IN THE WIND: Episode 4 of the Rising Storm Series

Secrets, Sex and Scandals …

Welcome to Storm, Texas, where passion runs hot, desire runs deep, and secrets have the power to destroy… Get ready. The storm is coming.

During his time in Afghanistan, Logan Murphy has endured the unthinkable, but reentering civilian life in Storm is harder than he imagined. But when he is reacquainted with Ginny Moreno, a woman who has survived terrors of her own, he feels the first stirrings of hope.

 

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Rising Storm Episode 1 (Sept. 24): Julie Kenner’s Tempest Rising
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Rising Storm Episode 2 (Oct. 1): Lexi Blake’s White Lightning
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Rising Storm Episode 3 (Oct. 8): Elisabeth Naughton’s Crosswinds
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Rising Storm Episode 5 (Oct. 22): Larissa Ione’s Calm Before the Storm
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Rising Storm Episode 6 (Oct. 29): Rebecca Zanetti’s Take the Storm
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Rising Storm Episode 7 (Nov. 5): Lisa Mondello’sWeather the Storm
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Rising Storm Episode 8 (Nov. 12): Dee Davis’s Thunder Rolls
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Author pic - Jennifer ProbstAbout Jennifer Probst:

Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.

She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.

She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon’s Best Books for 2012, and spent 26 weeks on the New York Times. Her work has been translated in over a dozen countries, sold over a million copies, and was dubbed a “romance phenom” by Kirkus Reviews.

She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team.

Sign up for her newsletter for a chance to win a gift card each month and receive exclusive material and giveaways.

 

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Transparent by Erin Noelle….Release Day Blitz

 

Her elusive past didn’t worry me,

Her heartbreaking scars never made me cringe,
And her haunting demons only made me a stronger man.
But the day Blake Martin was stolen from me,
I was scared to death.
Prepared to do anything necessary to get her back,
Little did I know it just might cost me my life.
My name is Madden Decker, and this is my story.

 

 

 

 

 

 Sometimes you reach a point where you just can’t take any more — a breaking point, some call it.
The day I watched my husband murder the woman who was
pregnant with his child, my point didn’t just break, it exploded like a full
magazine’s worth of hollow points firing through the barrel of a
fully-automatic AK-47.
Literally.
I am no longer his American Princess, nor am I his slave.
Now, I’m a murderer in hiding. My name was Bryleigh Carter Oliveira, and that was my story.
Translucent is one woman’s story of breaking free, starting
over, and learning to trust again through willful submission.

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Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child.

A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels.

Her titles published include the Book Boyfriend Series, the Dusk ‘Til Dawn Series, Translucent, Conspire — co-authored with SE Hall, Surviving Us, MILF: Wrong Kind of Love and Spark.

Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.

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Dance in the Wind, Rising Storm Episode 4, by Jennifer Probst….ARC Review

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Synopsis:

Secrets, Sex and Scandals …

Welcome to Storm, Texas, where passion runs hot, desire runs deep, and secrets have the power to destroy… Get ready. The storm is coming.

During his time in Afghanistan, Logan Murphy has endured the unthinkable, but reentering civilian life in Storm is harder than he imagined. But when he is reacquainted with Ginny Moreno, a woman who has survived terrors of her own, he feels the first stirrings of hope.

 

My Review:

Dance in the Wind by Jennifer Probst is the fourth episode in the Rising Storm Series. With each episode I get more and more sucked into this amazing and uniquely written series and with each episode I swear it’s my favorite one! This was no exception. It was amazing.

I know I’ve said it before but I need to say it again: if you haven’t read the previous episodes you will be pretty lost so make sure you’re all caught up!

Ok, Dance in the Wind has my favorite story line so far…Logan Murphy and his return home. I just knew when Elisabeth Naughton introduced him in episode 3, Crosswinds, he was going to be someone special and boy is he ever. He’s caught between being happy to be home back in Storm and not really feeling like he fits in. Luckily he rekindles a bond he shared before he left for the Army with Ginny. Of course Ginny has her own host of issues with her pregnancy and secrets she’s hiding, but they are very similar in their struggle to just handle day-to-day life. I love them together. Things are still a bit of a mess with Luis and his girl problems and there is one HUGE bombshell that he overhears one afternoon that had me texting Liz Berry as soon as I read it. This bombshell threatens to unravel so many things and oh man, am I a worried mess! I’m totally sitting on pins and needles waiting for the next episode!

Again, the seamless transition from each story and author to the next is truly awe-inspiring and this will continue to be a series I highly recommend!

Thank you, Ms. Probst, for another stellar episode packed with drama and emotion!

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Book links:

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About the author:

Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.

She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.

She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon’s Best Books for 2012, and spent 26 weeks on the New York Times. Her work has been translated in over a dozen countries, sold over a million copies, and was dubbed a “romance phenom” by Kirkus Reviews.

She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team.

Need You For Always by Marina Adair….ARC Review

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Synopsis:

Emerson “Emi” Blake dropped out of culinary school to care for her ailing mother, but she has bigger dreams than running St. Helena’s most popular pita cart. First on the menu: upgrade to a gourmet food truck. A new part-time job as a personal chef will definitely provide the funds, but it also forces her into close contact with her one and only one-night stand, Dax Baudouin, who’s daring her to try a second taste.

Former army Ranger Dax has a clear mission: come home, get healed, and get gone. Yet Emi’s tough-girl exterior and hidden soft side are even harder to resist than her mouthwatering baklava. After years of battles, he knows better than to try and rescue anyone—not that she’ll let him get close enough to try. Truth is, Dax is starting to think that Emi’s the one person who can save him…if he can just persuade her to give him another shot.

 

My Review:

Need You For Always is the second book in author Marina Adair’s Heroes of St. Helena series and honestly, I just love each and every single book Marina writes. This was no exception. I can’t stop swooning over Dax and Emi’s story!

Now, because the synopsis for this book is pretty detailed, I won’t waste time and get right into why I loved this book.

Every single detail of this book, the small town setting, descriptions of the food Emerson expertly makes, the deliciously sexy banter between Emerson and Dax, the emotions both Emerson and Dax are battling within themselves, the family drama Emerson is going through, Dax’s own family dynamics, is done so beautifully and expertly. There isn’t one thing about this story that isn’t done well. Not one. The characters are so multi-faceted and have so many layers that I feel as though they could be standing in front of me. As with all of Ms. Adair’s books, they play out like a movie in my mind’s eye and I can’t even tell you how much I adore that. The growing attraction between Emerson and Dax was simply delicious and very real. There stories both individually and together are real life and relatable. Real life is messy and responsibilities are overwhelming at times. There are bills to pay and kids events to take care of and the way Ms. Adair incorporates those real life moments with a beautiful romance is just spectacular.

And I have to mention that the ending of this book had me crying big happy tears and was BEYOND amazing! Totally movie worthy!

If you haven’t read Marina Adair, I URGE you to pick up one of her books. I know you will not be disappointed and will become hooked on her writing as much as I am! She is an author I will recommend over and over again and one I will always look forward to reading.

Thank you, Ms. Adair, for Dax and Emerson!

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Book Links:

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About the author:

Marina Adair is a National bestselling author of romance novels. Along with the St. Helena Vineyard series, she is also the author of Tucker’s Crossing, part of the Sweet Plains series. She currently lives in a hundred-year-old log cabin, nestled in the majestic redwoods of the Santa Cruz Mountains, with her husband and daughter.

As a writer, Marina is devoted to giving her readers contemporary romance where the towns are small, the personalities large, and the romance explosive.

 

 

Repentance by Meghan Quinn…Review

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Every choice you make in life comes with a consequence, which dictates the outcome of your future.

I was once on top, I was living the life I dreamt of, I had everything I could possibly hope for. I was happy, satisfied, content…until one night.

One off day.

One moment in time I wish I could take back. My biggest regret.

The once bright future I possessed vanished and in its place a dark world of self-hatred and loathing encompassed me.

People like to celebrate the day they were born, I like to celebrate the day my soul died.

This is my story of repentance.

 

REVIEW

I have really come to love Meghan Quinn and her writing.    She gets the right amount of suspense and laughter to make the book so enjoyable.

Repentance is a book about second chances.  It’s about living in the present and not allowing your past to dictate who you are or what happens in the future.

We met Kace Hayood in Meghan’s Bourbon series.  He’s the man behind the scenes in Jett’s business.  Kace wants to help others get that second chance in life and better themselves.  And after working with Jett on his previous business, he is going to run the new community center, Justice.

However, Kace has his own past and demons.  He believes that he doesn’t deserve that second chance in life but helping others is his way of coping.  He’s only had one person stand by him his whole life – Jett.  Until Lyla.

Lyla is a feisty and confident woman.  She knows that there is something between her and Kace.  And she refuses to walk away from him without a fight.

The interactions between Kace and Lyla are fierce and explosive – both in and out of the bedroom.  And like with all Meghan Quinn books, you have that hilarious and quirky comedic dialogue that has you dying of laughter.

This book seemed a bit more intense than others books I have read by Meghan and I really, really enjoyed that I could see another side to her writing.   And when you are able to make me go from laughing to crying (in public!), just by words, I truly believe that shows the strength in an author’s writing.

Another hit for Meghan Quinn!!!!

Side note – I am hoping we may get some books on Blane and Diego – HINT HINT!!!  LOL

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Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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