Monthly Archives: September 2014
RELEASE DAY BLITZ ~ Destiny’s Wings by D. S. Schmeckpeper
Celeste is tired. She just wants to be left alone.
For centuries, the half-blooded elf has hidden herself away from the world and lived in isolation. Things have been peaceful, quiet. But some have a greater calling, a destiny. When the humans unwittingly set about a plan to release the source of all evil back into the world, Celeste is called upon by an old ally to stop them, and to keep all of Altierra safe.
Now she must face her past as she and her allies travel across the continent to save a world she has been apart from for eons. Will even her angelic birthright and druidic powers be enough to stop the rise of the last god?
She never asked to be a hero.
Destiny can be funny that way.
Tagline:
“You Can’t Kill The Moon.”
Celeste moved her arms up and around Tarnelius’ neck, while his dropped to her
waist. They deepened the kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouth and twisting
together in an erotic tango. Tarnelius moaned into her mouth in pure rapture. She trembled
from the sheer emotion of it all. She knew that if elves died when they had nothing more to
live for, she and Tarnelius would live for an eternity because they had each other. This was
truly their happily ever after.
He broke off the kiss and inched back, trying to catch his breath and running his
hands up and down her body in a delicious caress. “Don’t stop,” she spoke inside his head.
“Don’t ever stop.”
“Celeste, my angel. Don’t ask me that now. I will never be able to refuse you. Come
on, I’m sure the others are spying on us out here, and I want our first time to be in private,
not out here in the open where anyone could interrupt us.”
She leaned forward, offering her lips to him, pressing her body completely flush
against his. He gave in and tried to give her only a brief kiss, but she reached up and
tangled her hands into his golden hair, holding him against her. She moaned as she felt him
straining against her and shivered as he caressed her wings.
He felt his control slipping as he kissed her with all the desperation of a starving
man. They needed to get themselves under control or he would take her right there. When
he felt her shiver he pulled back once more, running his hands again over her wings. She
licked her lips and closed her eyes, breathing heavily. “Does that feel good, Angel?”
“Mmm,” she answered.
He gave her a devilish grin as he stroked her feathery wings. “I had no idea your
wings were so sensitive. Come on, we need to get inside. We’ll have an eternity to get to
know each other intimately, starting tonight. I promise I will always be exactly what you
need, Celeste.”
See what readers are saying about Destiny’s Wings!
“A good book makes you want to live in the story; a great book leaves no choice.” – A quote that fully applies here!
I am immediately sucked into this story, wanting to know more about the characters and their world.
What I love about this particular novel is the way the descriptive is worked into the goings on and conversations of the book, rather than separate. It makes for easier reading, easier following and is less time consuming. A refreshing writing style!
Another thing that impresses me, being submerged in a work of fantasy is the author’s objective view of humans.
Since the POV is largely given from elven folk, we are treated to a look at what we truly are: selfish, loud, and destructive.
I even felt relieved to see the relationship between good and evil explained; without spoiling anything I will simply state that the author has a rare and valuable sense of understanding of the things that most humans do not.
In reading this book with your mind open even just a little you may see what I mean and come away enlightened. Worst-case scenario: you enjoy a fun escape from reality as you become submerged into the story.
The story is immensely exciting from start to finish but also manages to keep the human aspect alive with each character and their relationships with others. Action, drama, just the right amount of love combined with a classic good versus bad element make this an impossible-to-put-down read.
Busy as I am, I still read in one session as I just couldn’t stop. I’m now waiting for the next one – very impatiently.
– Lacia Carabas
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D.S. Schmeckpeper (a.k.a. Dottie and Steve Schmeckpeper) live in Florida, USA. They are a
husband and wife team who work together to create the Land of Destiny series. Both have loved the
Fantasy genre for many years and have wasted way too much time playing fantasy-based games. Dottie
was a vocal performance major in college, before she decided a liberal arts major was not for her. Ironic,
huh? They have two wonderful twin boys, who are three at the time of this publication. They are the
light or their parents’ lives. Steve does the artwork and comes up with many of the story concepts.
Dottie brings the ideas to life. When not working, writing or drawing, the pair love to take their children
to Florida’s many amusement parks, and can often be found there.
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COVER REVEAL ~ ALL YOUR REASONS (#1, The Crave series) by Nina Levine
Title: All Your Reasons (Book 1 in the Crave Series)
Author: Nina Levine
Release Date: November 10, 2014
(as part of the OWNED: An Alpha Anthology)
When heartbreaker meets ball breaker, sparks will fly.
Rockstar, Jett Vaughn, isn’t against settling down, but no woman has ever held his attention long enough for a relationship to develop. That is until he meets Presley Hart. She’s confident, opinionated and headstrong. She drives him to the edge of crazy, but he can’t deny how she makes him feel.
He wants her heart, but she only wants his body.
Presley’s not against giving her heart to a man, but she has too many reasons why he’s not the one to give it to. Jett isn’t a man who will take no for an answer though. He’s about to declare war on her reasons and take what he wants.
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USA Today Bestselling Author Nina Levine, is an Aussie author who writes stories about alpha men and the strong, independent women they love.
When she isn’t creating with words, she loves to create with paint and paper. Often though, she can be found curled up with a good book and some chocolate.
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COVER REVEAL ~ HER AVENGING ANGEL (Her Angel #7) by FELICITY HEATON
Her Avenging Angel
(Her Angel Romance Series Book 7)Felicity Heaton
Once a proud angel of Heaven, Nevar is now a servant of Hell, bound to a new master—the King of Demons. Consumed by darkness and driven to seek revenge, he set in motion a series of events that awakened the Great Destroyer, a force that will bring about the apocalypse. Now, he is the creature’s master and the fate of our world rests in the hands of an angel with only darkness in his heart.
Lost in the mortal realm without any recollection of how she came to be there, Lysia is only aware that she has survived a great battle. When she stumbles into a demon bar, she finds more than a chance to discover what happened to her—she finds a dark and deadly angel warrior who stirs fire in her veins and awakens soul-searing passion she cannot deny.
With the mounting threat of the Great Destroyer, the forces of Heaven and Hell against him, and a band of dangerous angels intent on capturing Lysia on his heels, can Nevar protect the beautiful woman who is light to his darkness and find the strength to save the world?
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EXCERPT
Lysia hovered by the entrance of the inn, unsure whether to enter or leave. Her stomach gurgled again, making her decision for her. She had to stay. There were colourful glass bottles lining the wall to her right and demons there were serving drinks to people who lined a long black bar. If they had mead and other liquids then perhaps they had food for her.
She moved deeper into the room and everyone turned to stare at her, their eyes wide. She frowned at them all. Why did they stare? She thought them all strange but she wasn’t being rude by staring at them. If she hadn’t been so hungry, she would have asked them, or forced them to tell her the reason.
She pushed through a group of male demons, all of which were wearing their human forms, and they turned on her. Their growls died as their eyes fell on her and they parted, staring as she passed.
Lysia leaned against the tacky black bar top.
A man walked over to her, tossed a rag over his shoulder, and smiled.
“What’ll it be?”
“I require sustenance.”
He frowned, a puzzled edge to his dark eyes, and shook his head.
Lysia tried again. “I must eat.”
He waved his right hand and another man joined him, a blond with pale eyes.
“Problem?” the blond said.
“Not getting this one,” the brunet responded.
The blond raked his eyes over her, his right brow quirking. “Taking things a bit far, aren’t we? You want something?”
She nodded. “I need sustenance.”
He looked at his friend and shrugged. “I don’t understand her.”
What was there to understand? She only wanted food.
Blood.
The two men walked away, serving others who seemed to have no problem ordering what they desired and receiving it. She cursed them and everyone who communicated with them with ease. While she could understand many languages, she could write and speak only one. Without being able to speak to the serving staff, she had no chance of getting blood.
A woman beside her cast a glance her way, looked down at herself, and slipped off her seat and walked away, disappearing into the heavy crowd.
Lysia sighed, perched herself on the seat, and leaned on the bar with her forehead resting on her arms. She was warmer inside this noisy inn but still hungry, and still tired. She needed to feed. How?
A male stopped to her left.
She turned her head towards him and ran her eyes up from the waist of his impeccable crisp black suit to his shoulders and then his face. Vampire. She knew his kind and could see through his façade to the wretched monster beneath. He smiled, his fangs on show to her and his pale blue eyes swirling with ill intentions.
“Having trouble?” The dark-haired vampire leaned his left elbow on the bar beside her and she sat up.
She nodded. “I need to order blood.”
He frowned at her and her heart sank. He didn’t understand her either.
“What language is that? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with it. Can you mime what you want?” He shifted closer and she focused hard on every word he said, listening closely so she could grasp the words he used and use them too.
He smiled a little wider, and shifted a little closer. His gaze drifted down to her chest and back up again.
“Mime?” He made a show of using his hands to make shapes.
She was about to do as he asked when he danced his fingers over her left shoulder.
A cold shiver ran over her flesh and skated down her spine.
Lysia flicked her right wrist and hurled him across the room, scattering the crowd and ripping a few shocked gasps from them.
A male further along the bar looked her way.
She froze as her eyes met his, heat pulsing through her, a visceral throb that reached right down to her bones.
The male was handsome, but darkness clung to him, danger that called to her and lured her to him. There was evil in him.
He would know her tongue.
He raised a glass filled with green liquid and tipped his head, causing threads of his silver-white hair to fall and brush his brow. He swept them back and she caught a brief glimpse of tiny horns above his ears. Her belly flipped and heated.
“Kudos for giving Villandry hell,” he said above the thumping music, his deep rumbling voice doing funny things to her insides and turning her knees to rubber.
She presumed Villandry was the name of the vampire now picking himself up off the floor across the busy room. She wasn’t sure what kudos meant though.
Lysia swallowed her trembling heart, slipped off her seat and approached the pale-haired male with all the confidence she could muster when he was staring at her, his jade eyes burning into her body and setting her aflame.
Rousing strange feelings within her.
She halted beside him.
He swivelled to face her, set his drink down on the bar but kept his left hand on the stem of the elegant glass, and raised an eyebrow.
“Why are you naked?”
He held his right hand out and black material appeared in it. He offered it to her.
Lysia took it and stared at it, unsure what to do with it.
The male huffed, released his drink and stood, managing to tower over her despite the fact she was taller than the other females present. He moved closer to her and took the material back, but she didn’t notice it leaving her hands. The heat radiating from his big body washed over her, cocooning her in warmth and strengthening the feelings stirring in the pit of her belly.
She stared down at the strip of cut, hard muscles visible between the armoured plates around his hips and his breastplate. A warrior. Her heart accelerated. Her breathing quickened. She dragged her eyes back up to his face and found he wasn’t looking at her. He busied himself with slipping her arms into the garment he had made for her and she busied herself with memorising every sculpted plane of his face, from his straight nose and strong jaw, to his firm lips as they compressed into a mulish line.
She inched her gaze up higher, to the stunning jade eyes that were focused on their work with an intensity that made her ache inside with a desire to have them locked on hers with the same ferocity.
They shifted to meet hers and then dropped, a fascinating glimmer of shyness in them that lasted only a heartbeat before coldness swept in to wash it away.
He tugged the material closed over her front and tied a belt around her waist, fastening the garment in place.
“There,” he murmured, “now people will stop looking at you funnily, and you can stop looking at me funnily.”
He stepped back, a scowl darkening his striking eyes. She hadn’t been looking at him strangely. She was merely fascinated by him. Now that she was close to him, she could sense the depth of the darkness within him but something else countered it, something she could only describe as good. There was more to the male before her than she had anticipated, and it made the pull she felt towards him grow stronger.
She looked herself over. The sleeves were too long, concealing her hands, and the material reached her ankles. The garment covered all of her, leaving nothing on show. Had that been his intention?
“What do you want?” he said, bringing her focus back to him.
She lifted her eyes to meet his. “Blood.”
He back peddled, almost falling over his seat, a flicker of something dark crossing his handsome face. His eyes shone pure violet.
He had eyes like hers.
And he understood her.
“Leave me alone,” he barked and snatched up his drink with a shaky hand. He downed it, slammed the glass back onto the bar top, and shoved it forwards, away from him. “I’m not interested.”
Lysia frowned and shrank back. Why was he rejecting her company? He had given her something to wear, had seemed concerned about her, and now he was pushing her away. She clutched the robe over her chest in both hands and risked a step closer to him instead.
“I only desire blood… but I cannot order it.”
His violet gaze darted to her and away again. A shadow settled on his troubled features, turning them grim. He looked down into her eyes for long seconds, stealing all of her attention, sucking it away from the room and her surroundings.
He raised his hand and she flinched away, anticipating the strike.
It didn’t happen.
She squinted, remaining held away from him, and looked up into his eyes.
He cocked a single pale eyebrow and waved his left hand. The brunet male behind the bar came to them. He had been signalling the serving staff.
Lysia grimaced.
She had much to learn about this realm.
“Blood, straight up,” the white-haired male said.
The servant’s expression turned wary and he shifted foot to foot. “I’m not allowed to serve you blood, remember? You made me promise.”
He had? She canted her head, studying both men. Why had the man asked the servant not to give him blood? Did he drink it as she did?
The pale-haired warrior scrubbed a hand down his face and sighed. He pressed both hands into the bar, digging his black claws into the wood, and leaned forwards, closer to the man.
“It is not for me. It is for the woman.”
The brunet shrugged. “She has to order it then.”
The warrior tipped his head back, screwed his eyes shut and sighed, and she felt he was searching for calm. He drew several slow deep breaths before opening his eyes again and fixing them back on the barman.
“I do not think she knows how,” he said.
“I tried, but the man didn’t understand me.” That brought his gaze back to her and she shivered under the intensity of it.
“That would be because you are speaking a language this man doesn’t know… one I don’t have a fucking clue about either but for some godforsaken reason I can understand you.” He shoved his fingers through his hair, clawing it back until it tugged at his forehead, smoothing the skin, and ground his teeth. He released his head, dropped his hands to his sides, and huffed as he leaned over, bringing his face close to hers. “Repeat after me if you desire… blood.”
She nodded, noting that it had taken a lot of effort for him to speak that final word. Why?
She leaned closer to him, trying to shut out the noise of the room so she could hear every syllable that left his lips.
She watched how they moved as he spoke. How his tongue moved. How his teeth moved.
Her focus shattered.
He had fangs.
Made for drinking blood.
Yet he had asked the man not to serve it to him.
And she had asked him to speak of it, something which had evidently pained him.
She stepped back and his pale eyebrows dipped low above his now-green eyes.
“I’m sorry. I have troubled you with my request.” She went to turn away but he caught her arm in a vice-like grip, holding her firm. She looked down at his black fingers around her and the claws that blended into the robe he had given her, and then up into his eyes.
He shook his head and spoke again, slower this time. “A glass of blood, please.”
Lysia swallowed to wet her parched throat and spoke the sounds he had made, repeating them several times over and growing in confidence when he smiled, making her heart flutter in her chest. He nodded and jerked his head towards the brunet behind the bar.
She turned to face him. “A glass of blood, puh-leeese.”
“We’ll work on that last bit,” the warrior muttered beside her, a touch of warmth in his deep voice.
The man nodded. “That’s ten quid.”
Ten quid?
What was a quid and where did she find ten of them?
“Money,” the brunet said.
She looked down at herself. As the warrior had clearly mentioned, and this man knew, she had come here naked. She had no coin.
The warrior huffed and slammed two pieces of reddish paper down on the bar top. “It’s on me. Plus my usual.”
The bartender looked displeased and Lysia feared he wouldn’t give her the blood because the warrior was paying for it, and had requested this man not serve him blood.
She bared her fangs and growled at the brunet, preparing to attack.
“Down girl.” The white-haired warrior caught hold of her arm again, wrapping long fingers around it, and heat blazed through her.
She looked across at him, her eyes wide. He glared at the bartender.
The man heaved a sigh, swiped the money off the bar, and walked away. A sharp spear shot through her heart and she tried to pull away from the warrior to follow the man, afraid he wouldn’t return.
The warrior’s grip on her arm tightened and he pulled her closer, until her backside bumped against his thighs. An achy shiver bolted through her and she spun to face him, catching the shock in his eyes before he covered it. He had felt it too.
“He will be back with your drink and then you can leave me alone,” he said in a gruff tone, released her and sat back on his seat, turning his profile to her.
Lysia’s heartbeat began to climb, awareness of the people around her creeping back in. The vampire was on his feet again and glaring at her. Others stared her way too. Some of them not mortal. She didn’t like how they watched her, not when she was weak.
Only the warrior felt as if he wasn’t a threat to her and that he would protect her rather than seek to harm her.
She didn’t want to leave his side.
The brunet returned as the warrior had said, bringing an elegant glass of green liquid for him and one filled with dark liquid. He set that one down in front of her and moved off to serve another patron.
The warrior eyed her expectantly.
He wanted her to leave.
Lysia sucked down a breath for courage and reminded herself that she was a warrior too and as powerful as any of these beings on her best day. Today was not her best day though and it was wreaking havoc on her courage, leaving her feeling vulnerable. She was injured, starving, and everything around her felt so alien and unfamiliar.
Except for him.
He made her feel safe.
She made sure she had all of his attention before she whispered, “Allow me to stay. The men here mean me harm.”
His face darkened, his jade eyes swirling into blazing violet, and he slid his deadly gaze towards those staring at her.
She felt their eyes leave her.
“Sit,” he growled, more a command than a request, and she obeyed.
She took the stool beside him, swivelled to face the bar and picked up her glass. She sipped the blood, her gums itching and fangs aching to descend. She wanted to gulp it down but it was such a small quantity and she didn’t think the warrior would buy her more.
It wasn’t enough to appease her hunger. It would only take the edge off it.
She would need more and her heart said she knew where she wanted her next meal to come from.
Her gaze slid to the warrior, settling on his strong neck and the pulse hammering there, powerful and steady, a beat that called to her.
She wanted to bite him.
About Felicity Heaton:
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
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MANDAY HOTTIES ~ Beyond Boys!!
Hey peeps, I’m back…. Hope you enjoyed Rebecca’s post last week… Isn’t Joe M just glorious??
This week, I’ve been listening to an audio from the BEYOND series by those fabulous KIT ROCHA gals…..
On the back of that, my post this week features some gorgeous guys who could so be O’KANES….
Let me know what you think of my choices!
#5 & 6 are my faves….. #5 makes me think of Jasper and #6 is how I see Ford!!!
Have you read the books? If you have, how do you imagine your O’Kane men??
Don’t forget to check out the other blogs taking part in Felicity’s Manday Hotties Blog Hop this week
You’ll find them at:
http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/blog/
http://endlessreading.wordpress.com/
http://kjcoakley.com/
http://www.carisroane.com/journal/
http://mina-carter.com/2014/09/manday-hotties/
http://petulareadsromance.wordpress.com/
As ever, the girls have some fantastic pics for you today!!!
Have a great Monday and we’ll catch you back here in a week (we’ll be recovering from a long weekend in Dublin so the gods only know what or who we’ll be posting!!!! 😉 )
Tracy xxx
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RELEASE DAY BLITZ ~ HIRED GUN by A.J. BENNETT
Hired Gun 1 by A.J. Bennett
Paranormal Romance Serial
Thorne Hollow is tall, dark and sexy as hell. And he knows it.Cast out by the Gods thousands of years ago, he roams the earth working as an assassin for The Sicarii, a secret society that protects humans from all the things that go bump in the night.Long ago, Thorne made the mistake of falling in love with a human, and her death stripped him bare. Destined to live a life of solitude. One night stands are his way of life—until he meets a mysterious woman whose intriguing power compels him to uncover more about her and the strange magic she wields.
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SPOTLIGHT ~ RUINING MR. PERFECT by MARIE HARTE
Ruining Mr. Perfect Spotlight
IT’S NOT EASY BEING RIGHT
Vanessa Campbell is a CPA by day and a perfectionist by night. She’s fit, successful…and decidedly lonely. She can’t stop thinking about the youngest McCauley brother, Cameron. He’s just like her: smart, attractive, and usually right—except when dealing with her.…BUT SOMEONE’S GOT TO DO IT
Cameron McCauley likes Vanessa a little too much. She’s a blond goddess with a razor-sharp tongue. She hates to be wrong, just like him. But she can hold a grudge and is stubborn to a fault—also like him.A past disagreement has them rubbing each other the wrong way. Cam is dying to shake Vanessa up—get her to let loose. But if he succeeds, can his heart handle it?
Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte is a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after.Visit http://www.marieharte.com and fall in love.
An Excerpt
“Colin,” Cam tried again. “You know dumping water on someone in the shower is a no-no. And especially Ubie’s new girlfriend.” Ubie—short for Uncle Brody. Brody Singer, the blond “adopted” McCauley who had grown up as part of the family
“But he told me to do it.”
Cam blinked. “He did? Well, you should never—”
“Dad thought it was kind of funny after he yelled at me.” Colin gave him a sharp nod, then added with a smirk, “Dad said he used to do that to you, and that you cried like a girrrl.” Considering Colin’s anti-girl phase, that was a high insult.
“Is that right?” Cam frowned, remembering being the butt of too many jokes while growing up. “Mike has no idea what he’s dealing with. You think your dad’s tough? Watch Uncle Cam.” Knowing he shouldn’t encourage the mischief in his nephew’s eyes but unable to stop himself from the unspoken dare, Cam hurried to the kitchen, found a large glass and filled it with ice-cold water. Considering the freezing January wind outside, Mike would be basking in a hot shower to warm up. Cam grinned, looking forward to his brother’s howl of misery.
Colin trailed him like a puppy. “Oh wow, Uncle Cam. Are you going to get Dad?” He clapped.
“Shh.”
“Oh, sorry.” Colin’s big grin showed a missing front tooth.
Cam walked down more ugly brown carpet that looked as it if had been vacuumed to death—Mike and his obsession with cleanliness—and tiptoed into the big guy’s room. He made sure he had a clear exit. If his goliath big brother caught him, he’d be toast. Fortunately, he could move like a gazelle.
Gliding into the master bathroom, he readied himself. One, two…three. He yanked open the curtain and tossed the cold water at…Vanessa Campbell?
He stared in shock at the sexiest woman he’d seen in a long, long time. Naked, her creamy skin glistened with water as she gaped at him in horror. Which quickly turned to anger.
“Cameron McCauley!”
“Oh, wow.” He couldn’t look away
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MY REVIEW ~ TRACY
I wasn’t sure that I was gonna like Vanessa as much as I liked her room-mates, but in reading Ruining Mr. Perfect, I found her to be more likeable that I expected. She’s more than the sarcastic, blunt talking OCD accountant that we’ve met so far!
I really liked Cameron ~ he’s sweet and kinda sensitive. When he sets his mind to something he’s very focused and doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants. He’s got a tougher side than I’d thought he would have and he and V are definitely a well suited pair.
As ever, it was fun to catch up with the rest of the brothers and their girlfriends. Colin & Mike make me laugh and I’m intrigued as to how things will work out in What to do With a Bad Boy (Book #4 which focuses on Mike & Del)
I must admit that while I enjoyed RMP it’s not as big a fave as How to Handle a Heartbreaker (book #2) is for me.
The side story about the brothers’ parents was good but I’d have happily read more about Cam & Vanessa rather than read as much about Bitsy and Pop… saying that, the storyline about their parents didn’t in any way detract from V & C’s story.
I would recommend Ruining Mr. Perfect to those who have already read the other books in the McCauley Brothers series and to all fans of Marie’s books!!
**I received an ARC copy of this book from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review**
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COVER REVEAL ~ HEARTACHE by Danielle Allen
Roman Harper is known for being three things:A talented artist…A charismatic loner…And most notably, an unintentional heartbreaker.Even though he doesn’t mean for women to fall in love with him, Roman Harper has left a string of broken hearts in his wake. But after a lie tore his world apart eight years ago, Roman doesn’t let anyone get too close to him. Sex is sex and love is…completely out of the question.Using the past as motivation, Roman pours his heart out onto his canvas. His heartache inspires some of his best work. And at twenty-eight years old, his art is finally getting the recognition that he’s always desired. But when Roman wakes up on the morning after his successful event with no recollection of who left the cryptic message on his bathroom mirror, everything changes.
*~* Author Bio *~*
I am a married event planner and life coach. My awesome friends and family and my amazing husband make my life sweet. I love to have fun and enjoy the life I’ve been blessed with. I love shopping and football with equal fervor. I’m an amateur movie critic (i.e. my husband and I watch and critique a lot of movies for fun). I love to read and I enjoy sharing my love of books with anyone who will listen. I love music. A good lyric with a good melody can paint a vivid picture and invoke such a range of emotions. I have a soft spot for most mediums of creative, artistic expression.*** a Rafflecopter giveaway ***
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DEBUT OF THE YEAR? ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY…… DEGRADATION by Stylo Fantome
DEGRADATION by STYLO FANTOME
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
REBECCA’S REVIEW
THE DEBUT OF THE YEAR?
ABSO – FUCKING – LUTELY
I haven’t read in a long, long time a book that I so loved and hated simultaneously, as fascinated as I was horrified. A train wreck of a relationship, as beautiful as it is broken, brutally raw, poignant, passionate, tragic and destructive. If the Devil had a fucked up contemporary fairy tale it would be this and the ride has only just begun…
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.
Degradation is Pretty Woman with a hint of Coyote Ugly having a psychotic episode and starring the Devil. I bloody loved every minute of it and yet it’s so far outside my usual comfort zone it’s ridiculous. Stylo Fantome engaged me such that I could not put it down even when uncomfortable, even when screaming “Hell No” in my head. Her writing is flawless and captivating, her characters have so much depth. It’s emotional, funny and sad and a total page turner the whole way through.
Jameson – yeah, hated him with a fiery vengeance most of the time! He’s everything I usually avoid, billionaire playboy with a kink, all I can say without giving spoilers is that this is such a fresh take on that whole overdone genre that it’s in a class of its own. This is not the alpha with virgin who doesn’t know what she wants till he shows her bullshit. This is two adults having a totally consensual, bizarre to most of us, sexual relationship/game that goes so far off the plan the question is where will it end and how??
Tate – the very first explosive mistake with Jameson has profound and far reaching consequences for Tate – totally alters the course of her life and the person she becomes. Seven years later when she runs into him again she believes she’s ready for him. Where’s the harm? She’s all grown up, a woman not a naïve girl, she can have him on her terms and walk away unscathed, right?
“I like sex. I like having sex, I like being sexy, I like being single. I like being me, and fuck anyone who doesn’t like it.”
The lines and rules between these two as this game progresses become so blurry, convoluted and confused that Tate stops knowing right from wrong, up from down and is so far out of depth will she find her way back?
I adored Tate even while not understanding her, she’s a contradiction in a good way. The chemistry between her and Jameson is off the charts and explosive, and even knowing that this train wreck is not going to end well they are fascinating to read.
The supporting cast has a couple who stand out for me – Ang and Sanders – so different and yet both I loved. The banter and interactions with these two was a pleasure – both more complex than you may initially think and much more to come I hope….
Degradation is the first of a trilogy. Separation is out next week and Reparation will be out in December so, even though it’s a massive cliff hanger, there is no long wait to find out what happens next.
I have already read Separation and that review will follow on release day, what I will say is that it is a different pace, a very emotional read and if Ms Fantome can start with a debut book of this calibre, up the game with the sheer beauty of Separation, then she may just stop my heart with Reparation and I can’t wait.
Five Fucking Fabulous Stars
PURCHASE LINKS
AMAZON US
AMAZON UK
AMAZON CA
BARNES & NOBLE
AUTHOR BIO
Crazy woman living in 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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COVER REVEAL ~ LIFE NEXT DOOR by J. D. Hollyfield
SYNOPSIS
There is only one thing in life that professional pastry Chef Priscilla Westcott values more than baking and wine, and that’s honesty. A quality she soon learns that her marriage lacks when her husband runs off with their next door neighbor.
Divorced and alone, Priscilla is determined to make changes in her life. She decides to approach her new goals like one of her beloved recipes. Surely with a little time, a dash of patience, and measured planning she can whip herself—and her life—back into shape.
However, when a new—and utterly delicious—neighbor takes up residence in the house that ruined her marriage, Pricilla fears that her careful world will fold faster than a deflated soufflé.
Trent Walker knows what he wants and his sweet, sassy neighbor is at the top of the list. He’s certain that the chemistry between them would be explosive, but Priscilla fears that an affair with him, however hot, could be a recipe for disaster.
FIRST BOOK IN SERIES
EXCERPT
Where my normally Saturday paper awaits me I see it is gone. What the shit? I look for it, and see it’s jammed in the front bushes that lay again the porch wall.“Seriously this new paper boy needs a lesson in straight shooting.” I grumble while I bend over digging through the bush to grab the paper.“Doing some early morning gardening?” There is this voice that comes from behind me. One that I unfortunately connect with Mr. WTF is he doing out right now!? I am frozen with my head in a bush. I register all the options I have right now, and all of them consist of me straitening and turning around. In my robe. Damn you world.“Um no just looking for something. Thought I saw a cat. No worries here.” I ramble into the bushes. Please go away. Please go away.His voice seems a bit closer, which does not sit well for my self-esteem right now. I mean I personally think my robe is dope but to be caught in it by this guy, I’m starting to wish I ditched Pinkie Pie pony when I was fourteen.“Want some help?” I hear from behind me.“Nope. All good!” I sound a bit panicked. He needs to beat it and like right now. My back is starting to cramp and my legs are about to give in and send me tumbling face first into the greens. I’m not even sure why he is being so normal with me. I’m pretty sure I was not very nice to him less than twelve hours ago. That smooth voice steps even closer. “Well why don’t you let me take a look. I’m pretty talented in digging through a good bush to get to the prize.” Oh hell no he did not just innuendo me! Digging through my bush. Dream on pal, I stand straight and whip around to face him and holy shit.“Holy shit.” I let spill out of my mouth. Pretty much around the same time he jumps back and spits out, “Holy Jesus.”“Jesus is right! Do you ever wear a shirt?” I ask like seeing his budging biceps is an insult to my drooling eyes. “Yes, I do but when I’m running and sweating it tends to be pointless.” He steps closer to me and I swallow my tongue. Anything else I was going to bark out stops completely and his close proximity shuts it down. Why is this guy having such a dizzying effect on me?“So…” He begins with that purr to his tone. Seriously a purr? Who purrs while they talk?! “Do you always walk around in a kid’s robe and all that green gook covering your face?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer and first-time author. When she’s not cooking, event planning, or playing around with her husband, son and three doxies, she’s relaxing with her nose in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own story to life. Life in a Rut, Love not Included is her first novel. Hollyfield lives in the Midwest, and is currently at work on her second book.
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COVER REVEAL ~ WHAT A GIRL WANTS by BLAIR BABYLON
Brand-new New Adult Rock Star Romance from USA Today-Bestselling Author Blair Babylon!
Music is a bitch mistress.
When Rhiannon is hired as a back-up singer for Killer Valentine, the hottest breakout rock band on the planet, her contract includes an iron-clad no-fraternization clause. However, it doesn’t take her long to figure out that Killer Valentine is falling apart from the stresses of touring and promotion. The band’s manager Jonas Rees, a green-eyed starmaker, is frantically trying to prevent them from self-destructing during their grueling tour and right before their first major-label record deal, but neither Jonas nor Rhiannon can deny the attraction that flares between them.
When the band’s problems threaten to derail the tour and Jonas slips and reveals their relationship, the lead singer demands that Rhiannon choose between music and love.
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