Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Release Day Blitz - In Too Deep by Jordan Marie

















I did a bad thing.

I did a really bad thing.

I’m not a bad person, I swear. I just made a few mistakes.

Mistake number one was agreeing to rent my hotel out to an insufferable a**hole, named Aden Smith­.

Mistake number two was ignoring his threats to sue me when he handed over a list of items he deemed “unacceptable”.

Mistake number three was diving into the pool to save his life when he fell. It would have been less complicated to hide his body.

When the hospital refuses to let me know how he is, I panic.

Claiming to be his wife might be my biggest mistake yet—especially when he believes me!

He might have been the one drowning, but I’m sinking in a bed of lies, going down fast—and there’s not a rescue in sight.






















Want to catch up on Going Down Hard, Book 1 in the Doing Bad Things series?


A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.





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My review of Freeing the Beast by Tina Donahue

Becca Salt is 27 and owns From Crud to Stud, a New Orleans makeover service for super natural beings. She is a witch but unfortunately no where near as powerful as her mom, Rowena.

When Eric Diletto shows up looking for a spell to make him more of a "bad guy". As a descendant of Cupid he is tired of being dumped as a good guy and wants to live a little more on the dangerous side.

When Becca and Eric meet sparks fly and when Becca gives Eric a potion and they get hot and heavy together Becca figures it is due to the potion. Will Eric be able to convince Becca that he has genuine feelings for her?

This book was HOT!!! I think that the sex scenes between Eric and Becca could heat up anything.

Becca was so insecure about herself and when her and Eric got together after he took the potion she immediately thought it was just because of the potion. Yet when he tried again she still thought it was due to someone else doing magic tricks. She had no self esteem and that was disappointing. I really felt bad for Eric as it was obvious to me how much he cared.

I thought it was so funny that Eric keeps being dumped for being a good guy since so many women claim to want a good guy, especially a super good looking one! He was definitely genuine in how he felt and couldn't do much more than he had already done to convince Becca how he felt.

The ending was great and I look forward to more in this series!

3.5 Stars

FREEING THE BEAST by Tina Donahue

FREEING THE BEAST
Taming the Beast, book 1
by Tina Donahue

Monday, October 16, 2017

Sweet Talk by S.L. Scott Audio Tour

TITLE: Sweet Talk

AUTHOR: S.L. Scott

GENRE: Romantic Comedy

GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31427716-sweet-talk



SYNOPSIS

From the New York Times Bestselling Author that brought you The Resistance comes this sexy romantic comedy standalone.

Everything you’ve heard about modeling is true, and you haven’t heard the half of it.

It’s glamorous.

It’s sexy.

And yes, the line between work and reality often blurs.

We’re not just prototypes of perfection. Models have feelings and desires, too. We may be genetically gifted, but we’re still human.

I’m only human. Yes, an extraordinary specimen that earns more in a day than most make in a year, but this eight pack didn’t create itself. I spend hours working on this body. The good looks just come natural. *Winks* Thanks, Mom and Dad.

I’m Danny Weston, Supermodel.

But one path was traded for another when I chose this career. Ten years later, I would trade my career to have it back. To have her back.

Reese Carmichael is the one woman I would give it all up for, and the only one I can’t have. Yet.

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EXCERPT

“GOD, I WANT you, Danny,” Simone whispers into my ear. She licks just below it before sliding down over my jaw and biting me.

My hold tightens around her hips, steadying her. I should have seen the bite coming. They all do it, assuming they have to do something extreme to be sexy, to get my attention. Like every other time it happens, I pull back and run my fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck, then tighten my grip.

She gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders while the innocence she’s trying to portray in her eyes fails under the skepticism found in mine. Our bodies are pressed together and heated, the fan not strong enough to cool us down.

Tilting her head back, I kiss the divot at the bottom of her neck, then lick from base to chin, taking my sweet time. Simone’s back arches, pushing her breasts against my chest and she moans in pleasure.

“That is so hot. Keep it up,” a voice intrudes.

Simone sighs, irritated, and pulls away. I turn to the photographer’s assistant standing at the edge of the set just as Simone reveals her frustration by leaning back and swinging her leg over me to stand up. Leisurely, my gaze slides up her lean legs. She’s taller than most women and the heels she’s wearing add another good five inches. Appreciating her physique, I smile and recline back with my hands behind my head while watching her adjust the strings at her hips. Her head snaps up and her eyes narrow on the assistant off set. “If you want us to keep it up, then shut up next time.” She storms off, her shoes clacking loudly against the gray cement floor.

Knowing an angry model needs time, I sit up, and ask, “How much time do we have?”

Everyone is well aware that the mood has changed on the set. Worry creases the assistant’s brow when he answers, “I think, umm… five or ten minutes.”

The guy’s anxiety rolls like waves crashing around me. Feeling bad for him, I reassure, “Don’t worry about her. She’ll be fine. Just give her a few minutes to cool down.”

“Thanks.” He smiles though it’s weak. “Are you doing all right?”

I smile genuinely while standing up. “Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.” When I start to walk, the knit boxer briefs I’m wearing for the shoot tighten uncomfortably, so I stop to adjust. They’re a size too small, so I grab my cock and shift. “Actually, I could use a larger size. These are cutting off my blood circulation down here.”

Before the assistant can respond, two women suddenly appear from the darkened side of the large loft. A cute, petite blonde offers, “Let me take a look. Maybe I can help.” She’s bold, not shy like I would have guessed from the librarian look she’s chosen.

The other lady—taller with some gray strands running through her dark hair—seems new to the modeling world. She stands there staring below my waist, and by the way she’s ogling me, I’m guessing she might be new to naked men in general. Maybe she’s never worked on an underwear campaign before. She clears her throat and finds her voice. “They fit around the waist so I can add more material, if you’d like? But I’ll need them to do that.”

Bypassing the first offer, I accept the second. This is my job. I’m a pro, a model, and used to being naked in front of strangers, so I drop my drawers. I bend down to get them, and when I stand back up I’m greeted with two mouths hanging wide open. “Ladies, you’re gonna make me feel shy,” I tease. I’m not shy at all.

Lifting their chins until both their mouths are closed, I chuckle as they continue to stare unabashedly. The taller woman says, “Oh you have nothing to be shy about.”

“Absolutely nothing,” the blonde adds insistently.

“Thanks,” I reply, my voice it’s usual charm. I hand the boxers to the lady and walk off set to grab my robe. When I slip it on, Becs from wardrobe approaches and says, “I can add some room in there for you. I’ll have them back in ten minutes.”

“I already gave them to the seamstress.”

“What seamstress?” she asks.

“The one over there.” When I turn to the set, they’ve vanished. Scanning the loft from one side to the other, the two women are nowhere to be found. “She was just here with a blonde lady.” Perplexed I scan again. “I have no idea where they went.”

Becs rolls her eyes, shakes her head, and sighs loudly. “Good grief. Not again.” Turning on her heels, she yells out, “Security. We’ve had another breach.” With her eyes narrowed on my waist, she adds, “Tighten the belt. You don’t want anyone selling a photo of your frank ‘n beans to the highest bidder.” Her mood lightening, she smiles and shrugs. “Or maybe you do. I’ll get your next wardrobe change—”

I laugh but point to my privates. “Extra roomy.” Becs waves her hand in the air while walking off.

“Yeah. Yeah. I got it.”

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ABOUT S.L. SCOTT

 

Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.

 

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My review of The Mother-In-Law by Judy Moore

Victoria Verducci has been in Las Vegas for a work conference where she meets Brad Reynolds, a single dad who she begins to hang out with every day. Before the conference is over Brad asks her to marry him and transfer from San Diego to Florida to be with him.

But when Victoria arrives in Florida she realizes things are completely different than she expected with her mother-in-law, Madeline, living in the house. Victoria is frustrated with Brad not standing up to his mother and the lies his mom is telling, setting her up to fail.

Will Victoria be able to convince Brad to move before it's too late?

This was a good book that you have figured out right from the beginning what was going on and what had happened in the past but you need to know if Victoria will be the one to get away this time or defeat Madeline at her game.

Victoria truly had no idea on what she was walking into and I was definitely mad at Brad for not having the guts to tell her ahead of time. Victoria was caring and was trying to do the right thing but nothing she did was good enough for Madeline.

Initially I liked Brad but that went downhill pretty fast when they returned to Florida. But there were a couple of incidents that Madeline was hanging over Brad's head which made him afraid to stick up for himself or Victoria.

I really liked Brad's neighbor, William, and how he let Victoria in on the past which filled in some gaps for her.

The ending was pretty intense and I definitely did not see a few of the things coming!

Good mystery!

4 Stars

THE MOTHER-IN-LAW by Judy Moore

THE MOTHER-IN-LAW
by Judy Moore

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Mini Baked Pancakes

Sunday morning breakfast time! Well, maybe in our house it means more of brunch since Mik doesn't seem to get up until after 11am. Bren and I patiently wait for her to come up and start making her breakfast so we can finally eat after being up for hours waiting!

This one was super funny as Mik picked it out but then had no idea that the pancakes were cooked in mini muffin tins and not in a fry pan.

I absolutely loved this idea and will definitely make them again as the leftovers are great for the kids to eat through the week. We didn't have a whole lot of leftovers as Bren absolutely loved them and was snacking on them through the day.

So we followed the instructions that were set out. I think the only thing I would do a bit different is wait a bit for the butter to cool before mixing it with the milk as it was a bit more lumpy and Mik was grossed out. For toppings we only added white and milk chocolate chips but the possibilities are endless!!

Loved them!!

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Friday, October 13, 2017

My review of Sick Fux by Tillie Cole

Ellis Earnshaw was always infatuated with Alice in Wonderland as a girl. She was innocent and yet formed a friendship with Heathen James, a boy who liked to watch things die. Yet the two formed an extremely tight friendship that was suddenly destroyed by some evil men.

11 years later Heathen has come back for Ellis and finds her a shell of her old self. Will Heathen and Ellis destroy the men that destroyed their lives? Will they be stopped before they finish their adventure?

This was an incredibly dark and amazing ride that takes the reader on an adventure that they were unsure how it was going to end. The book deals with incredibly dark subjects that may be difficult for some readers.

At first I had no idea on what was going to happen and everything is going on great until the book takes a sharp turn and goes so dark and I was so mad at what was happening to Ellis and Heathen. It blew my mind how twisted Ellis's dad and his friends were.

When Heathen escapes his prison he comes to rescue Ellis and sees how bad off she is. The two go on a huge "adventure" to clean up their past and seek revenge on those that took something from them.

I think one part of the book that blew my mind was how ok I was with Ellis and Heathen seeking revenge and their actions. I was crossing my fingers that they would make it out ok at the end.

This was such a dark and twisted story that I absolutely loved and can't wait for another from this author!!

5 Stars

Blog Tour - Sick Fux by Tillie Cole


















When Ellis Earnshaw and Heathan James met as children, they couldn’t have been more different. Ellis was loud and beautiful – all blond hair, bright laughs and smiles. Heathan was dark and brooding, and obsessed with watching things die.
The pair forged an unlikely friendship, unique and strange. Until they were ripped apart by the sick cruelty of others, separated for years, both locked in a perpetual hell.
Eleven years later, Heathan is back for his girl. Back from a place from which he thought there was no return. Back to seek revenge on those who wronged them.
Time has made Heathan’s soul darker, polluted with hatred and the thirst for blood.
Time has made Ellis a shell of her former self, a little girl lost in the vastness of her pain.
As Heathan pulls Ellis out of her mental prison, reviving the essence of who she once was, down the rabbit hole they will go.
With malice in their hearts and vengeance in their veins, they will seek out the ones who hurt and destroyed them.
One at a time.
Each one more deadly than the last.
Tick Tock.

Dark Contemporary Romance. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, disturbingly sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and very mature topics. Recommended for ages 18 and over.


Rabbit turned off the country road we were on and pulled onto a dirt path. Bushy tree branches curled above us to create a tunnel. I leaned my head back and caught the last rays of sun slicing through the leaves. When I lifted my head I saw a building up ahead. A house made from wood stood before us.
Rabbit pulled the car to a halt. There were no sounds coming from this house. No screams or crying. Everything was just . . . silent.
Rabbit’s hands slid from the wheel, and without looking at me, he said, “This is where we’ll be staying for the next several days.”
I leaned forward and looked out of the window. “Your home?”
He shook his head. “The first stop on our adventure.” I looked at him and found his silver eyes were already on me. “We have many stops to go.”
My heart fluttered in nervous excitement. “And this is number one . . .” I whispered, more to myself than Rabbit.
Rabbit opened his door. I was still staring at the woods surrounding this place when my car door opened too. Rabbit stood, rabbit-headed cane in hand, waiting for me to leave the car. I swallowed back the nerves that were creeping up my throat and stepped out. The ground crunched beneath my shoes.
“This way.” Rabbit held his arm out toward the house. I fell into step beside him. I glanced all around us, searching for any sign of people. As if reading my mind, Rabbit said, “There is just you and I here for now. We will meet more people when our journey truly begins.”
“It has not begun?”
Rabbit led us to a wooden door and paused. Gripping the head of his cane tighter, he faced me and said, “Soon, darlin’. Before we go, we must prepare.” He opened the door. “But first . . . tea.”
My breath caught in my throat. Beyond the threshold lay the most perfect tea-party spread one ever did see. “Rabbit!” I gasped. My hands flew to my mouth. I took a step forward into the house and onward into the magical room just beyond. As I passed Rabbit I looked up to see him watching me. I moved swiftly to the long table in the center of the wooden-paneled room, and my eyes widened as I beheld the spread. A white tablecloth lay over the table. Tall seats were positioned around it—eight to be exact—and at each seat was set a plate, a teacup and a saucer. I ran my hand over the cloth and smiled at the silver-domed dishes in the center of the table. I looked behind me to find Rabbit, but he was nowhere in sight. Turning back to the table, I lifted the first silver dome to peek at what was underneath. My mouth watered when I saw strawberry tarts. Smiling in excitement, I skipped to the next. Victoria sponge. Desperate to see them all, I removed each cover—cucumber sandwiches, Bakewell tarts, Battenberg cake, carrot cake . . . so much cake! All of England’s finest delicacies.
My favorites.
A floorboard creaked behind me, and I turned to see Rabbit walking back into the room. I opened my mouth to ask him where everything came from, but then I spotted what he held in his hands.
“Tea?” I asked as Rabbit placed the silver tray, which held a teapot, a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar, on the table. I walked closer and closed my eyes as I inhaled deeply. “Earl Grey,” I whispered, smelling my absolute favorite tea in the entire world.
“Only ever Earl Grey for my little Dolly,” Rabbit confirmed and pulled out a chair for me. I sat down, and Rabbit tucked me in. He took the seat a few places down and gestured to the food. “Help yourself. After all, this tea party is in your honor.”
A giddy laugh escaped my throat as I reached forward and carefully selected a variety of cakes and sandwiches. When I had filled my plate, I took the teapot and poured myself a cup. Rabbit watched me with a peculiar look on his face. His lip was hooked at the corner, and his eyes were . . . soft. His eyes were never soft, always hard and focused, but as he looked at me now, they were almost gentle.
I swallowed, unsure what this strange feeling in my stomach was. I pressed my free hand to my stomach as a comfort against the strange tingling sensations inside. “Tea?” I offered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Rabbit nodded; not a word escaped his mouth. His gaze became more intense as I moved beside him and poured the steaming liquid into his cup. As my arm neared him, I felt him stiffen in his seat. Only a sliver of air prevented our limbs touching. His breathing grew labored as he watched me pour.
But we didn’t touch.
Clearing my throat, I placed the teapot back on the tray and moved to take my seat once again. Just as I took a step, an image floated into my head. Of me and Rabbit. Lips touching. My entire body tensed.
I heard Rabbit’s ragged breathing behind me. Goosebumps broke out along my body, chasing one another up my arms and up to the back of my neck. Shaking my head clear of the image, I sat back down.
I raised my eyes and found Rabbit watching me intensely. I lifted my teacup toward my lips. Rabbit did the same, but just as the lip of the teacup almost reached his mouth, I shouted, “Rabbit!” He froze. “Your little finger!” I scolded. I lowered my cup and shook my head. “You cannot drink tea without raising your little finger, silly!”
Rabbit exhaled, then bowed his head. “You’re right, darlin’. How could I forget?”









Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.


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Romance Between The Pages presents this week's incredible bestselling author, LISA LADEW


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LISA LADEW!

Lisa Ladew lives in Northern Idaho reigning supreme as queen of her castle full of men: two sons and a hubby she’s been hitched to for a thousand crazy years.

When Lisa hit the fabulous age of 40, ideas she’d never had before started to pop into her head and, with no previous experience but being armed and fully loaded with an incredibly vivid imagination, she jumped into the indie writing pool with both feet.

With a new baby in tow and squeezing in the manuscript of Edge of the Heat 1 during nap times, her dedication to trying something new and her determination to craft a truly amazing and fascinating story paid off. And the rest is history…or shall we call it “herstory”? 😉

She’s been dubbed the “Soft Porn Diva” by fans due to her super hot story lines and she’s never met a twist she didn’t like. “Boring,” “ordinary,” and “normal” aren’t even in her vocabulary. Nope. So if you like twisty, sexy and exciting romantic suspense AND shifter books – her One True Mate series will practically melt your eReader, it’s so hot! Guaranteed! – give one of her books a try. You won’t regret it!

BETTING ON CINDERELLA by Petie McCarty

BETTING ON CINDERELLA
The Cinderella Romances, book 2
by Petie McCarty

Thursday, October 12, 2017

OF DECEPTION AND DIVINITY by N.D. Jones

OF DECEPTION AND DIVINITY

Death and Destiny Trilogy, Book 3

by N.D. Jones

Chapter Reveal - Dark Promises by Winter Renshaw











I have a secret …

I don’t care if you like me or not.

Insatiable lust for power and control runs thick in my veins. My father served as president of the United States of America—and his father before him. Montgomeries are born to lead and rule, to fear nothing and cower to no one, to make allegiances not friends.

But I digress.

With a senate campaign about to launch and presidential aspirations at fever pitch intensity, imagine my dismay when my strategist tells me I need to “settle down” with a “nice girl” in order to appeal to my constituents.

Enter Rowan Aldridge, a head-turning stunner with a charm school walk, Jackie O. refinement, and a well-connected family.

She’s perfect.

So I’ll do what I have to do, make her believe what I need her to believe, and as soon as the campaign’s over and I’ve secured my senatorial seat, I’ll release my pretty little butterfly back into the wild.

But this isn’t about all of that.

This is what happens a villain falls in love.













“Run into an old friend?” I ask when she returns, handing her flute back.
“There was a girl crying in the restroom,” she says. “I had to console her.”
Mary Kate.
“Let’s make rounds, shall we?” I ask, downing the rest of my champagne before leaning into her ear. “I’d like to get out of here while the night’s still young. You slinking around here in that dress and knowing I can’t touch you the way I want to is driving me fucking insane.”
Her chin tucks and her mouth slips into a smirk.
Rowan slips her hand into the bend of my elbow, and I lead her into the crowd. The ballroom is filling by the minute, guests still arriving, and the jazz band in the corner is playing some Frank Sinatra tune.
Everywhere we go, people stare, and I don’t blame them.
We look incredible together, but it isn’t just our outward appearance. It’s everything. We just mesh. We fit. She gets me. I get her.
“I want to introduce you to someone,” I tell her, squeezing her hand as we approach a bald man in a dark gray suit. “Senator Harvey.”
The senator turns, his eyes landing on Rowan first then lifting to me, and when he recognizes me, he extends his hand, grinning wide.
“Keir,” he says. “It’s been a long time. Look at you.”
“Rowan, I’d like you to meet Senator Bill Harvey,” I say. “He was one of my most influential professors at Dartmouth. Now he’s influencing millions. Congratulations on passing that reform bill last year. I know what a labor of love that was for you.”
He rolls back on his heels, nodding. “Almost lost hope for a second, but it pulled through at the last minute. How have you been? How are things going for you?”
I glance at Rowan before answering. “Never better.”
And I mean it.
Rising on the balls of his feet, he makes eye contact with someone in the distance. “Looks like my wife is trying to flag me down, Keir. It was nice talking to you. And great meeting you, Rowan.”
Moving on, I take her from senator to representative to ambassador to billionaire benefactor, all of this serving two purposes.
Primarily, I want these people to feel comfortable supporting me once I announce my candidacy, and in order for them to feel comfortable, I want them to see that I’m getting settled, calming my wild ways. And second, I want Rowan to feel at ease in this world. I want her to feel like a part of it, a part of me. If she stays with me, she’ll need to schmooze and smile and socialize while I get my career off the ground.
When we’ve spent a solid two hours making our rounds, I call the car around.
I want to get her home and I want her all to myself.
I’m done sharing her.
And tomorrow, when she makes her decision, it better be me. And if it isn’t, I’m going to do everything in my power to change her mind.
I can’t lose her. I can’t let her go. Not now, not ever.
I realize tonight, with complete certainty, that I’m falling madly in love with this woman.


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