Monthly Archives: July 2014

RELEASE DAY BLOG BARRAGE ~ DEGRADATION by STYLO FANTOME

 

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Eighteen year old Tatum O’Shea is a naive, shy, little rich girl. Twenty-three year old Jameson Kane is smart, seductive, and richer. They come together for one night, one explosion, one mistake, and Tate is hurled into space – no family, no money, and no Jameson.
Seven years later, life is going pretty good for Tate, when she runs into Jameson again. This time, she thinks she’s ready for him. She doesn’t have a naive bone left in her body, and she can’t even remember what shy feels like. Jameson has evolved into Satan – sharp teeth, sharper claws, and a tongue that can cut her in half. It all sounds like fun to a girl like Tate, and she is ready to play, determined to prove that she isn’t the same girl he conquered once before. A series of games start, each one more devious than the last.
But the devil likes to play dirty, and she learns that playing for souls is playing for keeps. The lines between games and reality, heaven and hell, get blurry. Can she beat Jameson at his own game before someone gets hurt? Or will he leave her soulless, making him the winner, once and for all?
WARNING: contains a wannabe B-rate porn star, an impersonal personal assistant, and the F-word, A LOT.
Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes. 96,000 words.

 

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AUTHOR BIO:
 
Indie author, writing anything that pops into my head … which happens to usually be kinda crazy and a lot dirty. Working out of an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity), I have been writing since …, forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up
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Manday Hotties ~ Cooling Down!!!

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Hey my lovelies…. How are we all this Monday morning??

Today is my 2nd last day in Ibiza…  :-\ 
I’m sad to be going home soon but am gonna make the most of the last 2 days of sun, sea and you know the rest!!  😉

Today I’ve gone for some hotties that are hanging about in water, cooling down – mainly ‘cos chilling out and cooling off is what I’ve been thinking about lately when it gets REALLY hot here!!  😀

Hope you like this weeks choices!!!

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Hmm, who to choose…. Who to choose….. Gonna take a bit of time to perv, eh study the pics and see if I can pick just the one!!!  What do you think, who raises your temperature??

Don’t forget to check out the blogs taking part in Felicity’s Hop this week.
The girls have some great images for you, as ever!!

http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/blog/
http://www.carisroane.com/journal/

Have a great Monday.
I’ll catch you back here next week for more Manday Hotties!!!

Tracy xx

COVER REVEAL CARNAGE #2: THE STORY OF ME

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Carnage #2: The Story of Me Summary

When your world, your life and all of your hopes and dreams for the future are ripped out from under you, how do you go on? Death without dying is not only the most painful kind of death, it’s also the most painful kind of life and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to live it. I spend my lonely days and nights trying to make sense of what my life has become. Do I have the strength to move forward into the light, or should I just let the darkness take me? I’m Georgia Rae Layton McCarthy and this is the story of me, just me.I’m no longer a part of an us, it’s just me. Alone. By myself

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Coming Soon- Carnage #2: The Story of Me ~ expected release August 1 st

Lesley Jones Biography I was born and raised in a small working class town in Essex, just outside of East London. I am married with three sons and in 2006 we all moved to the other side of the world, settling on the beautiful Mornington Peninsula, about 50K outside of Melbourne Australia. It’s a whole new way of life for us down here, we are so lucky to live in such a beautiful part of the world. I am currently a stay at home mum but in the past I have worked at Marks & Spencer, as a classroom assistant/teachers aid and have run my business. As well as writing, I love to read and have been known to get through four or five books a week. My other interests are watching my boys play football…The round ball version.  I am happy to admit to being an addict of social media and I owe a lot to my Facebook and Twitter family in promoting my work. I am also rather partial to a glass… or bottle of wine, a nicely chilled Marlborough Sav Blanc being my favorite. Being a born and raised Essex girl, I will happily admit to be being a big fan of spray tans, Shellac and am regularly, waxed, tinted and sculpted, although I am more likely to be found in thongs/flipflops than a pair of white stilettos these days.  

 

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BLOG TOUR ~ Guest Post – LOVING THE OMEGA (Redwood Pack #7.5) by Carrie Ann Ryan

BLOG TOUR ~ LOVING THE OMEGA
A Redwood Pack Novel, Book 7.5

Release Date: July 15, 2014

Loving the Omega

Today you join us on the Blog Tour for the release of LOVING THE OMEGA by Carrie Ann Ryan.
We are delighted that Carie Ann has taken the time to tell us a little about her favourite hero or heroine!!!  😉

GUEST POST ~ CARRIE ANN RYAN

Are authors supposed to pick favorites? I don’t think so, but who knows, right? I always say my favorite hero or heroine is the one I’m currently writing, and honestly, that’s true. However, I also have another favorite that I can’t let go. Maddox dug his claws into me when I was first plotting The Redwood Pack all those years ago and I haven’t been able to stop loving him.
He’s the tortured hero, the scarred one, the twin that sees too much. His mate was the one he could never have, could never truly see.
See? He’s swoon worthy.

Maddox is the Omega of the Pack, meaning he feels every emotion of the Redwood Pack. Anything too happy, too sad, too angry, and it becomes almost unbearable. He and Ellie had their HEA in the novel, Shattered Emotions, and it’s one of my favorite books to date because I got to dive deep into their pasts.
Now I got to see them again in the novella, Loving the Omega. I wanted to catch up with the couple and see how they were doing after the war ended and how their HEA was looking up. I’m so glad I got the chance because they surprised me. Again. 😀

BLURB:
Maddox Jamenson almost lost his mate before he knew she existed, but his life is now exactly how he’d dreamed it. The war with the Centrals is over, and his family is healing one day at a time. Ellie is reveling in the simple perfection that is her life and family now, but that doesn’t mean she can shed the self-doubts and concerns that come with being a new mother, mate, and Redwood.

When a disturbance in their quiet life threatens to ruin everything they’ve fought for, Maddox and Ellie will have to learn not only to rely on each other more than ever, but find within themselves the power to forgive.

Author’s Note: This is a novella set after book 7 to give you a taste of Maddox and Ellie. It is best that you have already immersed yourselves in the Redwood Pack world, however even new readers will enjoy a glimpse of one of the Redwood’s favorite couples.

http://carrieannryan.com/loving-the-omega/

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Carrie Ann Ryan

USA Today Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan never thought she’d be a writer. Not really. No, she loved math and science and even went on to graduate school in chemistry. Yes, she read as a kid and devoured teen fiction and Harry Potter, but it wasn’t until someone handed her a romance book in her late teens that she realized that there was something out there just for her. When another author suggested she use the voices in her head for good and not evil, The Redwood Pack and all her other stories were born.

Carrie Ann is a bestselling author of over twenty novels and novellas and has so much more on her mind (and on her spreadsheets *grins*) that she isn’t planning on giving up her dream anytime soon.

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EXCERPT:
As the Omega, he had that bond with each and every packmember—except his twin. He could feel the highs and lows that came with living, and it was his job to keep the emotional health of the Redwood Pack in alignment.
Without the mating bond, however, he hadn’t been able to feel Ellie. That alone had made him feel adrift in an endless stream of pain and loss.
Now, though, he had everything.
Or at least he tried to believe he did.
“No, I don’t need to talk about it again,” Maddox finally answered. Ellie let out a breath then leaned into him, brushing her teeth at the same time as he did.
They’d discussed his dreams and what they meant over and over in the past month since the Redwoods had defeated Caym and the Centrals, but they couldn’t find a way to make them stop.
There was no Omega for the Omega.
Not even the mate who loved him with everything she had could be his Omega.
“Mom? Dad?”
Maddox grinned despite the sour way they’d woken up and pulled Ellie into the bedroom at the sound of their daughter’s voice.
“We’re in here, Charlotte,” he called out, grateful he and Ellie had worn clothes to bed that evening.
Charlotte huffed and rolled her pretty brown eyes—so much like Ellie’s— as she walked into the bedroom. Seven years old and the little girl already had the attitude of a pre-teen.
Not that Maddox cared a bit.

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RELEASE DAY ~ WETWORK (The Works, #3) from MARIE HARTE

It’s release day for MARIE HARTE…… Book 3 in The Works series, ‘Wetwork’ is live!!!!!

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THE BLURB:

“He might command her body, but she owns his heart.

Trevor Doran is trying to fit into civilian life now that he’s no longer working secret missions for the government. But his job as a financial investigator for a security firm doesn’t give him the thrill he needs. With his last love dead from a mission gone wrong, he doesn’t need that kind of life anymore. Does he?

His attention soon turns to the beautiful, shy Emma Clark—a friend of his sister’s who intrigues him. He’s getting a vibe from her that makes him want to know more. Is she as submissive as she seems? When Emma starts receiving unwanted attention from a secret admirer, he steps in to help. Then the case he’s investigating at work gets messy. Danger’s afoot, and it’ll take all his skill to keep Emma safe. And all her patience to get Trevor to open himself up to putting his heart at risk and loving again.”

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MY REVIEW ~ Tracy

I love The Works series from Marie Harte and was delighted when I heard that the 3rd book was gonna focus on Trevor Doran.

We were introduced to the main man briefly through his sister Maggie’s story in book #2, ‘Working Out’ and in book #1, ‘Bodywork’ which featured Shelby & Shane!

The third book gave us the heat, passion and sexiness that we have come to expect from Marie when it comes to this series but this time there was also action, suspense and a healthy dose of kink!!!!

I really liked Trevor, he had a dominant personality but wasn’t a macho-man fool…. Emma was a little bit of a softie at times when it came to certain people but Trevor seemed to bring out another side of her!

We caught up with Shelby, Shane, Maggie & Mac…. and let’s not forget Mimi & Ron – as if we could overlook that zany pair!!!!

‘WETWORK’ was a quick, hot, fun read, my only grumble is that it was over too quick for me….. I could quite happily sit and read about this group of friends for ages!!!

A definite series to check out. If you like a sexy story with heat, loads of attraction, likeable characters and a story that keeps you entertained, ‘THE WORKS’ books should be on your TBR list!!!!!!

** I received an ARC from the author in exchange for my HONEST review **

KIT ROCHA ~ FIGHT NIGHT 2014, ROUND 2

We’re into Round 2 of KIT ROCHA’S FIGHT NIGHT 2014

Well, so far I’ve got 2 of my 4 choices out for the count from Round 1…… Noah & Jared are gone!!!!
With only 2 days left to vote it’s a tense wait to see who is gonna make it through to the Final Round

\o/ \o/ \o/ MY CHEERING SECTION \o/ \o/ \o/
continues for ACE & JASPER!!!!

Who are you gonna vote for?

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Can ACE see off Dallas & what chance do you think JAS has of coming out on top of Bren (in the fighting sense of course!!! 😉 – but then we all know that this is SECTOR 4 and with the O’KANE’S….. ANYTHING can happen!!!!!! )

Don’t forget to enter the Fight Night Giveaway over on the Kit Rocha website for your chance to win a $25 Zazzle voucher…… That wee beauty would let you buy some O’Kane swag!!!!  😀

http://kitrocha.com/fight-night/

~ Tracy

RELEASE DAY ~ Loving The Omega by Carrie Ann Ryan

RELEASE DAY ~ CARRIE ANN RYAN

Loving the Omega
A Redwood Pack Novel, Book 7.5

RELEASE INFORMATION:
Release Date: July 15, 2014
Release Day Blitz: July 15th – Spotlights Only
Blog Tour: Select reserved dates

Loving the Omega

BLURB:
Maddox Jamenson almost lost his mate before he knew she existed, but his life is now exactly how he’d dreamed it. The war with the Centrals is over, and his family is healing one day at a time. Ellie is reveling in the simple perfection that is her life and family now, but that doesn’t mean she can shed the self-doubts and concerns that come with being a new mother, mate, and Redwood.

When a disturbance in their quiet life threatens to ruin everything they’ve fought for, Maddox and Ellie will have to learn not only to rely on each other more than ever, but find within themselves the power to forgive.

Author’s Note: This is a novella set after book 7 to give you a taste of Maddox and Ellie. It is best that you have already immersed yourselves in the Redwood Pack world, however even new readers will enjoy a glimpse of one of the Redwood’s favorite couples.

http://carrieannryan.com/loving-the-omega/

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AUTHOR BIO (WITH LINKS):


Carrie Ann Ryan

USA Today Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan never thought she’d be a writer. Not really. No, she loved math and science and even went on to graduate school in chemistry. Yes, she read as a kid and devoured teen fiction and Harry Potter, but it wasn’t until someone handed her a romance book in her late teens that she realized that there was something out there just for her. When another author suggested she use the voices in her head for good and not evil, The Redwood Pack and all her other stories were born.

Carrie Ann is a bestselling author of over twenty novels and novellas and has so much more on her mind (and on her spreadsheets *grins*) that she isn’t planning on giving up her dream anytime soon.

Get in touch with Carrie Ann Ryan!
Website: http://carrieannryan.com/
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HOTBLOODED BY KENDALL GREY

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Title: Hot-Blooded (The ‘Ohana Series, book 1)

 

Author: Kendall Grey

 

Publish Date: July 14, 2014

 

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‘Ohana is everything…

When an accident claims her mother’s life, Keahilani Alana must take charge of her `ohana(family) or risk losing what little they have. With an underage brother to care for and no education, she has few options. The door to a heavenly hellish opportunity opens when she stumbles upon a valuable secret her mother left behind on the slopes of an extinct volcano—a legacy that tempts the family with riches beyond their wildest dreams. But the secret is much bigger and more sinister than they realize. As reality unravels and exposes eerie truths about the ‘ohana that should have remained deep under the mountain, Keahilani must either resist the call of her blood or risk being consumed by its darkness.

Blake Murphy is an assassin working to infiltrate a new Hawaiian cartel. His investigation reveals that Keahilani, the sexy surfing instructor he pegged as an informant, is much closer to the drug ring than he thought. Passion ignites between them in the bedroom, but their ironclad ties to opposing interests pit them against each other everywhere else.

When tensions reach the breaking point and her ‘ohana is threatened, the only cure for Keahilani’s hot-blooded fury is a loaded clip with a body bag chaser.

They don’t call her Pele for nothing

 

WARNING: HOT-BLOODED does NOT end with a happily ever after. It contains drug use and graphic sex, language, and violence. The story is intended to entertain, not to condone or glorify illegal or immoral activities. This book is unsuitable for sensitive readers and those under the age of 18.

*Written in 3rd person with multiple POVs.

 

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22319105-hot-blooded?from_search=true

 

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Chapter One

 

Maui, 2008

 

“You think Bane will win this year?” Kai asked from the backseat. It was hard to hear him over the sputter of the coughing engine, but a tinge of uncertainty blurred his soft voice.

From the passenger seat, Keahilani glanced back at her twin. The wind from Mahina’s open window in front of him blew the sun-kissed brown hair from his face. His locks executed complicated flips like a drunk diver stumbling off the cliffs of Black Rock on Kāʻanapali Beach.

“Maybe.” Keahilani didn’t want to jinx their little brother’s chances, so she kept her thoughts to herself. Kai had always been the optimistic one who searched for the good in every situation. She considered herself practical above all else. In short, Kai hoped. Keahilani hedged.

That said, she had no doubt Bane would totally kill it in the surfing competition today.

“Absolutely,” Mahina said. Keahilani felt her mother’s smile rather than saw it. That’s how Mahina was. Energy rather than form. Larger than life. A force to be reckoned with. To those who didn’t know her, Mahina was intimidation made flesh. To her family, she was the epitome of love and respect with a sharp edge.

Years filled with alternating tragedies and triumphs had that hard-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside effect on a person.

Keahilani fumbled with her hair, wrestling the tangles from the wind’s clutches as she squinted into the sun. Damn car’s air conditioning hadn’t worked in ages, and Mahina probably wouldn’t have run it even if it did. She pinched pennies at the expense of the smallest comforts. Recycled water for gardening. No lights on during the day. Not a single bite of food wasted. Hell, the members of the household even took timed, lukewarm showers. Five minutes was all anyone ever got, birthdays included.

Keahilani sighed. As soon as she landed a higher-paying job, she’d help the family move out of government housing into something better. Her mother had given so much of herself to keep the ‘ohana strong. She deserved some reward for her struggles. They all did.

Mahina shoved one hand into the hemp bag lying between the bucket seats while the other maintained tenuous control of the steering wheel. She glanced away from the road a couple of times.

Sitting up, Keahilani swiped the thin sheen of sweat from her leg. God, this heat. “What do you need? I’ll get it.”

Mahina gently pushed her away and continued fumbling around in the bag.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” Keahilani gibed. Her mother always said the same when she drove.

Mahina paused her rifling as she rounded a sharp curve. “Bane told me that rude haole boy from Kihei—what’s his name? Josh something?—is the biggest competition this year. That little shit needs his ass handed to him.”

True. Josh beat Bane (barely) at their last surfing contest, and afterward he bragged about haole surfers being better than Natives. Mahina’s lip curled, and she bared her teeth over a growl. Keahilani had to physically restrain her from attacking the kid. Mahina could take a lot of crap, but when you brought her or her children’s heritage and/or wave-riding abilities into question, things were guaranteed to get ugly.

And they did. Josh ran to his mother and hid behind her. Keahilani was pretty sure he peed his pants too. Served him right.

Most people agreed religion, money, and politics were topics best avoided in social situations. Mahina’s top three incendiary topics were Native Hawaiians, surfing, and social justice.

“He’ll get his.” Keahilani gazed at the ocean. “They always do.”

The bend navigated, Mahina returned to digging through her purse. “Damn it. Where did I put those cigarettes?” She glanced down and shoved half of the contents aside.

Smoking was her one vice—the single luxury she allowed herself. She only smoked two cigarettes a day, always out of sight from Bane, so Keahilani tried not to nag her too much about it. Mahina said she felt guilty for spending an extra seven bucks every week and a half on cancer sticks, but Keahilani was more concerned about her health than a few lost dollars.

Another curve snuck up on them like a rogue wave out of nowhere, and a motorcycle breached the double yellow lines, heading straight for them.

Fear punched her in the gut, and Keahilani slapped a hand to the dashboard.

“Mahina!” Kai’s shout from the backseat struck a perfect chord with Keahilani’s cry.

“Shit!” Their mother yanked the steering wheel, avoiding the motorcycle, but the car careened across pavement, tires screaming in protest.

Keahilani clutched her seat, and the world slowed to a dreadful, slow-motion panorama. Reality spun into blurred brown lines intermingled with blood-curdling, rubber-ripping howls that danced around her head like little cartoon birds. Her body succumbed to laws of physics she couldn’t break as it thrashed against the belt crossing her chest. Bones protested at the impact.

Twirl. Skid. SLAM!

The dreamlike scene ended abruptly. A bloody wake-up call infused with a double shot of delayed reaction lit up her pain receptors. Deadly silence, save for a hissing radiator, commanded the airwaves.

Keahilani tried to unbuckle herself, but her arm wouldn’t cooperate. It was stuck between the seat and the door. Dazed, she turned toward Mahina and wished she hadn’t.

Red. Not on her lips where it should be, but trickling down her temple. Saturating her light shirt. Pooling on the seat. The crumpled door embedded her side as if it were made of cardboard rather than steel. Red-dipped glass fragments lay shattered in a macabre butterfly shape on her lap.

A chill alighted on Keahilani’s skin, soft like a blanket at first, but then it seeped in, a sinister terror, seizing her whole body.

“Mahina?” Keahilani whispered, afraid that if she spoke too loudly, she might somehow break her mother further. Heart shuffling into a gallop, she couldn’t catch her breath. Couldn’t catch her racing thoughts as they sped away, leaving her control high and dry. Sanity whirled into a vortex, and adrenaline-powered fear clamped around her throat. “Makuahine?” she said more forcefully.

Kai groaned behind Mahina and lifted his head from his tipped-over position in the seat. He’d avoided the impact when the door caved in. Thank God.

A quiet rattle nabbed Keahilani’s attention. Dread anchored to her gut, and gravity dragged it down. No. No. No. Mahina would be okay. She had to be.

She wrestled the door and with great effort, wriggled her sore arm free and scrambled for the seatbelt. Mahina’s chest crested with another rattle.

Mahina … oh God, Mahina … Her pulse increased to an impossible speed, flooding her ears with wild thumps, goading her into action. The belt sprung loose, and Keahilani’s hands flew to her mother, who was such a horrific mess, she didn’t even know where to start.

Flag someone down for help. You can’t fix this yourself.

“Makuahine?” The high pitch of Kai’s normally low voice startled her.

Keahilani yanked the door handle and shouldered it open. The grisly rattling spurring her on, she stumbled out of the car. Searing pain shot down her leg. She caught herself before face-planting on the pavement and limped into the road.

The asshole on the bike that almost hit them was long gone, but a car headed their way. She waved her good arm in an exaggerated arc. Eyes wide, the driver slammed into park and pulled out a cell phone. “I’ll get help.” Keahilani nodded her thanks. She awkwardly galloped back to her ‘ohana.

Kai tumbled out of the backseat, wincing, eyes watering, brows knitted together in a tight weave of physical and emotional agony. A furious bruise bloomed on his cheek. “She’s gonna die.” His voice cracked. “Mahina’s gonna die.”

Keahilani ignored him and rounded the car to the driver’s side. Avoiding the bloodied bag of flesh trapped in the seat, she studied the accordion of metal and gave it a gentle tug. Nothing happened. She grasped the panel with one hand, the handle with the other, and put all of her might into pulling it open. Kai appeared beside her, sniffling, shoulders heaving. Barely controlled panic rolled off him. With his help, she managed to budge the door open. Mahina jerked as the air hit her, and blood flooded out of her side in a rush.

Kai tugged his shirt over his head and stuffed it into the wound. He smoothed Mahina’s wet hair. “Makuahine. Makuahine, can you hear me?” The sudden calmness in his tenor frightened Keahilani more than the blood did. Her brother was right. Mahina—her mother, her sister, her best friend—was going to die.

A lump clogged Keahilani’s throat, but the approach of a wailing siren didn’t give her time to grieve. Kai knelt beside their mom until the paramedics barreled up with a gurney and took over.

The ensuing moments were yet another blur in the blizzard of unbelievable events. Someone asked if she was okay. They helped her to the side of the road and checked out her and Kai. Red and white lights whirred. Urgent voices chattered. A line of cars backed up the highway. Dazed, Keahilani followed when a paramedic guided her into the back of the ambulance with Kai and the bundle of splintered pieces that used to be their mother.

Doors slammed behind them, locking her into a wheeled mausoleum. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t be trapped in there with her mother as she died. Panic tore through her, weakening and electrifying all at once.

The engine roared, the siren shrieked, and tires spun.

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.

“I’m dying,” Mahina whispered on a shallow current of air. The garbled words blended with what Keahilani feared was blood filling her mother’s punctured lung. They were almost a plea. Whether for relief, a merciful end, or escape, Keahilani wasn’t sure, but she felt as if she was the one who’d been crushed by the door.

Clutching the crisp white sheet on the gurney, Mahina tensed and arched her back. More blood seeped through the bandages the EMT slapped over her abdomen. God, so much blood. The horrible rattling inside her chest picked up. Thick creases of anguish and fear marred her unusually pale face, gobbling up her ha, her very breath.

“Be still, Mahina.” Trembling hand squeezing her mother’s, Keahilani shot her gaze out the ambulance window. Not too far from the hospital, but the way things were going, it might not matter.

Her mother could not die. Could not.

“Makuahine, you gotta stay awake. Let me know you’re still with me.” Keahilani kissed her mother’s clammy cheek. Forbidden droplets poised at the corners of her lids. A fresh rush of adrenaline surged and prevented those damned tears from falling. She had to be strong for Mahina. And for Kai.

She glanced to her twin in the seat beside her, head stuffed in his tanned, shaking hands. Damp brown waves of hair framed his thumb and fingers. The unbearable siren stifled what must have been chokes issuing through his dry lips.

“The doctors will help you.” Keahilani didn’t believe the words any more than her mother or Kai did. Even if her mom had a chance, the family had no insurance. Odds of getting quality treatment were nil. The haole doctors were interested in paying patients, not “moochers” off their precious system. If you couldn’t help them cover their golf expenses at the country club or the mortgage on their multimillion-dollar suites at the tourist-dominated condominiums, they’d provide only the most basic services because they had to. People like Mahina were nothing more than quickly forgotten chores marked off over-filled to-do lists.

Keahilani clutched her mother’s hand tighter and wiped her nose on a lifted shoulder. Another deep rumble of fluid inside Mahina’s chest fought for control of a space designed only for air. Mahina’s body rose from the gurney again. She emerged gasping, nails digging into Keahilani’s flesh. With a glut of super strength, her mother commandeered Keahilani’s T-shirt, balling the thin, faded cotton. Her bloodshot brown eyes widened, and frightening acceptance dawned over them. She swallowed a couple times in quick succession, her gulps like those of a fish left on a dock to die.

“My garden. You must protect my garden. You know where it is, huh? You remember?” Her words transformed from desperate pleas into unyielding demands.

Keahilani nodded. “I remember. But I won’t need to tend to your plants. You’ll be here to do it,” she lied.

Somehow Mahina’s eyes popped even wider, and her grip became painful. Heated droplets pooled in Keahilani’s palm. Blood.

“No. Death hunted me for years, and now he’s found me. My secrets—our secrets—lie near Kula within the slopes of Haleakalā.” Her brows wrenched together. “Protect them.”

Why would Mahina care about her stupid plants at a time like this?

“Keahilani!” She tried to sit up, but the straps across her chest stopped her. “Promise me!”

“I promise.” Keahilani pressed her lips together to keep the emotion at bay, but an eruption was overdue. Boiling sorrow welled from deep within, tainted by the injustice of her mother’s situation. Waves of regret rolled off Kai beside her, clashing with the whiff of death surrounding Mahina. The combined stench overwhelmed her, suffocated her, lured the burning lava higher up her gullet. She tried bargaining with the impending explosion. Mahina needs you to remain calm. Don’t upset her. If this is her end, honor her with your silence.

“How much longer?” she demanded of the driver through clenched teeth.

“Three minutes.”

Mahina didn’t have three minutes.

Ironic how fast life could transform into death. One moment, they’d been driving to Lāhainā Harbor to see Bane surf in the groms competition. The next, a freak car crash robbed her not only of her mother’s life, but her entire family’s. If Mahina hadn’t been rifling through her bag for that damned cigarette instead of paying attention to the road, they’d probably be sitting on the beach now, cheering for Bane as he dominated ka po‘ina nalu and showed the haole surfers how it was done.

Keahilani had always feared smoking would kill her mother.

She hated being right.

Mahina’s breaths decreased to mere whispers of garbled air. Her dark eyes lost focus. Her hold on Keahilani loosened.

“Stay with me, Makuahine. Come on. Wake up.” Keahilani tapped her mother’s cheek a couple times. Kai lifted his head, his face streaked with tears. He leaned closer.

“Makuahine.” His voice cracked.

Their mother latched onto Keahilani and Kai in turn. “‘Ohana is everything. The blood is everything…” The words were barely intelligible. The ghost of a smile passed over her parted lips. The gurgle kicked up again with her inhale.

Keahilani held her own breath and counted the seconds.

Five … six … seven …

The word “‘ohana” surfed on the wave of Mahina’s lengthy exhale.

The ambulance driver slammed the brakes and took a sharp right into the emergency entrance at the hospital, jostling the three bodies in back. Two reacted. One didn’t.

Kai shook their mother. Her vacant gaze remained fastened on Keahilani, her final word forever emblazoned in Keahilani’s mind.

‘Ohana.

As shadows converged and undiluted rage consumed her, she channeled the heavenly fire she was named after, pushed it out from her core, and unleashed all of her anger and frustration and sorrow into a vocal eruption. “NO!”

The ambulance windows rattled and sent the petrified EMTs scrambling to cover their ears.

When the last echo of the word died on her lips, the searing heat cooled like lava expelled from the darkest depths, forced to chill in the unyielding harshness of reality. Left with cold blood and too many memories, Keahilani threw herself over her mother’s lifeless body. “No …,” she cried.

Kai’s shaky hand pressed into the small of her back. “We’re alone.” His frame quaking, he nuzzled her shoulder.

‘Ohana was all they had left.

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Here are 5 fun facts about HOT-BLOODED:

 

 

 

1. HOT-BLOODED is a cross between Point Break, The Sopranos, and Twin Peaks. So, if you like surfing, gangster-style grit with a side of psychological suspense, this one might be right up your alley.

 

2. HOT-BLOODED’s heroine, Keahilani Alana, is a Hawaiian surfer chick with skeletons (and some other dark, bump-in-the-night baddies) in her closet. She’s strong-willed, independent, and more than willing to use force to get her point across.

 

3. The tagline for HOT-BLOODED is “‘Ohana is everything,” and boy is it EVER! ‘Ohana means “family” in Hawaiian, and this book explores the nature of family—good, bad, and deadly—on many levels.

 

4. It’s set on the lush island of Maui where every color of the rainbow rules—and where terrifying shadows exist in places you least expect them.

 

5. HOT-BLOODED is loosely connected to Kendall’s JUST BREATHE urban fantasy series. You don’t have to have read those books to enjoy this one, but JUST BREATHE readers who do a little digging may notice some subtle connections. There’s a reason for that. Stick with the ‘Ohana series to find out more! 🙂

 

 

 

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Manday Hotties – Beach Bodies

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Hi peeps, I’m off sunning myself in Ibiza this week (and next!!) so I thought that I’d go with some beach bodies this week!!

Hope you approve of my choices!!!  😉

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I’m going with #3 this week…… Those eyes and the tattoos….  Oh my!!!!!  😉

What about you, do you have a fave today?

Don’t forget to visit the other blogs taking part in Felicity’s Hop this week….

http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/blog/

http://www.carisroane.com/journal/

http://www.amandajgreene.blogspot.co.uk/?m=1&zx=ed48ea126355cee9

Right, I’m off – got more sunbathing to do!!! Have a fab week and I’ll catch you back here next Monday for more Hotties!!!

Tracy  xxx

UNBELOVED BY MADELINE SHEEHAN

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Warning: This is not a conventional or predictable love story. It involves one woman and two men bound by a love so destructive it spans two decades, pitting brother against brother, and shattering the lives of those touched by it.

Dorothy Kelley is a born romantic, searching for her prince. Instead she finds herself pregnant at fifteen, and a in a loveless marriage by the tender age of eighteen.

Then hope comes riding into her life on a motorcycle and within weeks, Jason “Jase” Brady, a member of the Hell’s Horsemen motorcycle club, sweeps Dorothy off her feet.

But nothing is ever simple for Dorothy. Jase is married with children. And as Dorothy patiently waits for Jase to give her the happily-ever-after she’s been dreaming about, James “Hawk” Young, a member of the Hell’s Horsemen with secrets of his own, sees an opening into Dorothy’s life and takes it.

Carrying on two secret affairs is no easy feat. As Dorothy tries to dig herself out of the mess she’s created, covering one mistake with another, tragedy strikes, nearly costing Dorothy her life and that of her unborn son.

What follows is a long and painful journey of self-discovery and forgiveness, as Dorothy comes to realize that home was exactly where she’d left it, and the love she’d forever craved had always been within her reach.

This is the story of Dorothy, Jase, and Hawk.

We are all born pure; it is our journey that burdens us and leads us astray. Our mistakes that beat us down and cover us in guilt and shame, burying us a little more with each passing hardship. It is up to us to dig ourselves out, to come to terms with our faults, to embrace not only our imperfections but those of the ones we love, and to once again find the path we strayed from.

BUY IT NOW ON AMAZON: Unbeloved (Undeniable: Book Four 4)

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About The Author:

Fantastical realm dweller Madeline Sheehan is the USA Today bestselling author of the Holy Trinity Trilogy and Undeniable Series. A Social Distortion enthusiast, lover of mud and anything deemed socially inappropriate, Madeline was homegrown in Buffalo, New York, where she can be found engaging in food fights and video game marathons with her husband and son.

MY REVIEW ~ REBECCA

 

UNBELOVED BY MADELINE SHEEHAN

 

 

HOW DO YOU BEGIN TO DESCRIBE THE UNDENIABLE SERIES?

 

WHAT WORDS CAN EVEN START TO GIVE ANY COMPREHENSION OF THE WORLD AND CHARACTERS MS SHEEHAN HAS CREATED…………

 

EPIC?

 

RICH?

 

RAW?

 

GRITTY?

 

ALIVE?

 

THE LIST COULD GO ON AND ON, ALL WOULD BE CORRECT YET NONE, ‘TIL YOU READ AND EXPERIENCE THEM FOR YOURSELF, CAN EVER LET YOU KNOW JUST WHAT A SHATTERINGLY VISCERAL PUNCH THESE BOOKS DELIVER.

 

THIS IS A FAMILY STORY, A HUGE SWEEPING EPIC SPANNING GENERATIONS WITH SO MUCH DEPTH TO HER CHARACTERS AND THE WORLD THEY INHABIT THAT IT`S HARD NOT TO BE INVESTED, IT`S HARD NOT TO TREAT THEM AS REAL. SOME YOU LOVE, SOME YOU DETEST, OTHERS JUST ANNOY THE FUCK OUT OF YOU AND SOME YOU WANT TO SAVE WITH ALL YOUR HEART BUT YOU BECOME SO EMOTIONALLY INVESTED YOU FEEL AND CARE FOR EVERY ONE, THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE UGLY, THE CRAZY AND THE BROKEN.

 

EACH BOOK IS SO EAGERLY ANTICIPATED BECAUSE MADELINE SHEEHAN IS A MASTER OF WORDS, HER PERSPECTIVE ON LIFE AND RELATIONSHIPS, BOTH THE FUNCTIONAL AND DYSFUNCTIONAL, MAKE EACH ONE A RIDE YOU DON`T WANT TO END.

 

UNBELOVED IS THE 4TH  INSTALMENT OF THIS SAGA ~ HAWK , JASE AND DOROTHY’S STORY

IT’S DIFFERENT FROM THE PREVIOUS BOOKS NO DOUBT ABOUT THAT, BUT THEN LIFE IS LIKE THAT, IT’S AS MUCH ABOUT THE SWEET, THE FUNNY, THE PAINFUL AND THE HARD AS IT IS THE CRAZY, THE STEAMY AND THE MADNESS. LIFE’S A FUCKED UP MISH MASH OF MOMENTS THAT MAKE UP THE WHOLE, THE PACE CHANGES AT TIMES AS DOES THE PERSPECTIVE.

 

THE LOVE TRIANGLE. IT’S COMPLICATIONS, DECISIONS AND CONCLUSION ARE THE MAIN FOCUS OF THE STORY BUT OH, IT WAS SO MUCH MORE.

 

LESS THAN HALFWAY THRU;

 

COX HAD MADE ME GAG

 

RIPPER AND COX WERE COMIC RELIEF

 

PREACHER AND DEUCE MADE ME SMILE

 

AND KAMI IS, AS USUAL, HER OWN BRAND OF CRAZY.

 

ONE CHARACTER STOPPED MY HEART AND ONE BROKE IT ALL BEFORE I EVEN GOT PAST 47%

 

RARELY, EVEN IN A LIFETIME OF READING, AM I TEMPTED TO SNEAK PEEK AT THE END OF THE BOOK BUT OH HOW I WANTED TO WITH UNBELOVED. DESPERATELY!!!! HOWEVER, I CONTINUED TO RIDE THIS ROLLERCOASTER RIGHT TO THE END, WHERE I FINISHED,

 

AN EMOTIONAL WRECK

 

LYING ON THE FLOOR

 

GAZING AT THE STARS

 

THINKING WTF EPILOGUE DID I JUST READ?

 

UNBELOVED IS MORE THAN JUST THE STORY OF A WOMAN’S JOURNEY THROUGH LIFE WITH ALL THE CHOICES TWISTS, TURNS AND MISTAKES THAT WE MAKE AND NAVIGATE THAT HOPEFULLY PUT US WHERE WE WERE MEANT TO BE. IT’S A CONTINUATION OF A STORY THAT GETS BETTER AND BETTER WITH EACH BOOK, A STORY OF LIFE LOVE AND FAMILY ……………..

 

SO MS SHEEHAN DELIVERED,

 

HUGE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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