Wednesday, May 10, 2017

The Boy Next door release and review!!

Title: The Boy Next Door
An Off-Limits Romance Standalone
Author: Ella James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 10, 2017


The boy next door. That’s what he was. Dash Frasier—my hero from the day we met, when I was six and he was nine. His sister was my best friend, the three of us one happy crew. Then one sweaty summer night changed everything. 

No one understood me like Dash. No one made me feel so loved. That’s why, when he skipped town, it wrecked me. 

Now I’m older. Wiser. I’ve just snagged my dream job, writing at a film studio. The lead animator on my project?

You guessed it.

He’s not the boy next door. Not anymore.

I’m guarding my heart this time.  

But Dash has secrets that could break us both.

"Is this what love is like for everyone: the feeling that it's dangerous but irresistible? Fear mingled with lust? Or is it just us?"

Ella James is a new author to me and I love discovering new authors. Initially, I thought had this was more of a "Best Friend's Brother" story but it it was more than that. There were elements of "Friends to Lovers" and a little bit of "Enemies to Lovers" sprinkled in for my reading pleasure. 

Amelia and Dash, childhood friends but always a little more. He took her virginity at 15 and then disappeared out of her life leaving her destroyed. Years later their paths cross and Dash had some hidden reason for leaving her all those years ago, one he's reluctant to share with Amelia, a secret he fears will destroy them. 

Part of me wishes Amelia had made Dash work harder for forgiveness...a little more "fuck you" than "I still love you" but the story is well written and an easy read. Amelia and Dash definitely had great chemistry and I rooted for them to be together. 


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Ella James is the USA Today bestselling author of sixteen teen and adult love stories. She's an angst-a-holic who loves exploring difficult situations and the emotions of the people caught up in them. Also, smut. But always, always romance.

Ella's obsessions include vanilla cream soda, hiking, other weird, crunchy things like rock collecting, and the antics of her three little monsters.

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Thursday, May 4, 2017

Fraud release and review!!



From USA Today Bestselling author J.L. Berg comes a sexy standalone about love, lies and every dirty little thing in between.
It wasn’t just a job. It was my way back to the top. After losing my position as a journalist for one of the biggest news publications in the world, I knew I’d do anything to get it back. Even if it meant breaking a few hearts to get there. She was the hottest author in the country. Known only by a pen name, there wasn’t a person alive who wasn’t dying to discover her true identity. And I’d figured it out.
Her real name was Kate O’Malley and not only did I plan on finding her, but I fully intended on learning every dirty secret she had and exploiting it for my own gain. But I underestimated my prey. I didn’t anticipate how her words would intoxicate me, or how the curves of her body would consume me. I never meant to fall in love. And now I had a choice to make.
Do I give up everything for the woman I set out to destroy, or walk away, making me the biggest fraud of all?
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  1. wrongful or criminal deception intended to result in financial or personal gain."he was convicted of fraud"
  2. synonyms:
  3. fraudulence, cheating, swindling
I'm a huge fan of JL Berg and the premise of this story intrigued me. Quiet and shy Katelyn O'Malley wrote a book, but not just any book...a best seller. Deciding to keep her identity hidden and use a pen-name to publish, she becomes the most talked about secret in the literary world. A secret 
Killian Turner is determined to uncover. 

What starts out as Killian trying to work his way back into the journalism world after an extraordinary fall from grace ends up with him falling for his target. "Befriend, seduce, expose. That was the plan. Nothing else. Nothing more. Period."

I loved the way Killian was able to get Katelyn out of her comfort zone and although he started out with bad intentions, I couldn't help but like him. He genuinely fell in love with Katelyn and I loved how they brought out the best in each other. 


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J.L. Berg is the USA Today bestselling author of the Ready Series, The Walls Duet, and the Lost & Found Duet. She is a California native living in the beautiful state of historic Virginia. Married to her high school sweetheart, they have two beautiful girls that drive them batty on a daily basis. When she's not writing, you will find her with her nose stuck in a romance novel, in a yoga studio or devouring anything chocolate. J.L. Berg is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency, LLC.

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100 Proof, an all-new taboo STANDALONE romance from Shanora Williams is coming May 18th!!!

100 Proof

100 Proof by Shanora Williams

Release Date: May 18th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

I was the low life.
The screw up.
The hopeless one with no future.
He was the rich guy. The smart one. The one who had it all.
My parents admired everything he did, while I was known for being their greatest disappointment. I didn't follow the path they paved for me.
I drank and partied and did whatever the hell I wanted. The buzz was something I couldn't live without - the fire that filled my veins after each sip always kept me running back for more.
But then I met her, and suddenly the drinks didn't matter. The parties weren't as fun. That fiery buzz came second for once.
I drowned only in her, wanting her more than I wanted to exist.
But even with her, I screwed things up.
Now, he's with the woman I love. And he may have her, but what he should know is that even with all of his money, that nice house, and his expensive cars, her mind, body, and soul will always belong to me.
And I'm not sorry about it, brother, 'cause she was mine first.

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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Out of the Ashes excerpt!!


Cover Design: Wicked by Design
Release Date: May 9, 2017
Phoenix /fēniks/: (in classical mythology) a unique bird inhabiting the Arabian Desert that burned itself on a funeral pyre before rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle. This isn’t mythology, it’s war, and Hendy is left in the hands of Hell’s cruelest gatekeepers. His team is killed before his very eyes, and despite his efforts to save them, he’s captured and subjected to merciless torture—losing virtually every piece of his identity but his pulse. After his rescue, he returns home from Afghanistan, saddled with facing the daunting task of healing his physical scars as well as the invisible ones—his emotional demons. Dr. Presley Cole isn’t one to shy away from a challenge. Embarking on a new journey, she makes it her mission to prove to Hendy that his life isn’t over; that he’s worthy of love. Because sometimes even a phoenix needs help to rise...
Out of the Ashes.  
     We both sit frozen, my stare locking onto her lips. They look unimaginably soft, but it’s her eyes that continue to mesmerize me. Like she can peer inside, like she notices what I keep locked deep within, that she can— Rrrrrrrrr! Jolting from the loud vibration of her cell phone on the lacquered bar top, Presley jerks away. She grabs her phone like it’s a lifeline as the screen lights up with the name Dylan, signifying an incoming text message. She scans the message, and I can’t help but notice it’s a generic text saying good night and he’d talk to her the following day. And a part of me feels a little…jealous. Shit. Seriously, man. Get it together. You shouldn’t be getting close to another guy’s woman. But I’m not getting close.

      I’m having a fun conversation with a woman who happens to also be my doctor. A woman who’s helped me tremendously in such a short period. A woman who is incredibly smart and beautiful. A woman who doesn’t cringe in horror when she looks at me—who doesn’t appear to register the presence of my scars. A woman who’s a trivia nerd like me. Damn if that last one doesn’t give me some warm fucking fuzzies. I may have been with more than my allotted share of women who had an ass ton of space between the ears, but make no mistake…nothing turns me on more than a woman who’s smart as a whip. 

     And yeah, I got a semi during Jeopardy, hearing her softly spoken answers each time Alex read a clue. I’m a sicko, I know. But shit, she’s got beauty, brains, and not to mention, she’s incredibly kind. This Dylan guy had better realize how good he has it. She reaches for her purse, reacting a split second too late to me slipping money to Ryan to pay our tabs. 
 “Wait! You can’t—” I cut her off with a look of faux sternness.

 “You didn’t have to humor me and watch the game with me.” A college football game that consisted of two small schools, no less, but it served as an excuse to get out of the house for a bit. While I hate having to hide behind my ball cap, it doesn’t mean I want to become a damn recluse. “Or share a meal with me.” 

      “It was my pleasure. But at least let me take care of the tip.” Opening her wallet, she tries to produce her share. Before she can pluck any bills from it, I lay my hand over hers. She doesn’t immediately look up to meet my eyes; instead, she appears transfixed by the sight of our hands together, and at the contrast in coloring, my darker, tanned skin to her fairer skin. It’s then my mind veers off like the old Hendy. To the fucking gutter. Because I imagine linking my fingers through hers while I fuck her against the wall, counter, bed—wherever—all the while whispering in her ear the other naughty things I plan to do to her. Except she’s taken. I need to remember that. 

And I sure as shit am not delusional enough to think anyone could love someone who looks the way I do. Least of all, someone as beautiful and sweet as Presley Cole.

 Mentally shaking off my thoughts and removing my hand from hers, I wink. “Consider it my treat,” I add softly, “for putting up with me these past few weeks.” What I get in return is an overly bright smile laced with a tinge of panic. She has such an unnerving way of seeing through me that I hope she didn’t see through to my inappropriate thoughts from seconds ago. 

 “It’s been a pleasure, Hendy.” Slipping off the barstool, I wait for her to grab her purse. Presley and I wave at Ryan, thanking him again as we exit and step out into the typical Florida still-humid-as-hell-even-though-it’s-evening weather. 

 “Where are you parked?” It’s dark, and although Fernandina Beach, especially the downtown area, is much like Mayberry where the worst crime that occurs is shoplifting a pack of chewing gum, I need to see her safely to her car. Lord knows I gave my mother more than her share of gray hairs as a hell-raiser back in the day, but there’s no denying she raised me to be a gentleman. 

 “Just over there.” Presley gestures to the small parking lot nearby, a mere four yards away from where we stand. She pauses on the sidewalk, appearing nervous, and her eyes flit to me before darting away. “Thanks again for tonight.” I watch as she regains her composure, returning to doctor mode before meeting my gaze. “I’ll see you for your adjustment tomorrow.” Then she turns to step off the sidewalk, intent on crossing the street. Without me. Running a hand down my face with a silent groan, I quickly cross the street, following her. 

Approaching where she’s standing at her car, I call out her name as her vehicle’s lights flash twice when she unlocks it with her key fob. “Presley.” Drawing to a stop a foot away from her, I get this strange tightness in my chest at the fact she’s leaving me to head home. Stupid as hell, but there’s no denying it. There’s just something about her. But she belongs to—is engaged to marry—someone else. Knock it off, man. Yet when she peers up at me with those eyes—one blue and one green—I could get lost in their depths. Reaching for the door handle, I offer a smile and open the car door for her. “Get in. I want to make sure you leave here safe and sound.” At my words, I see something flicker in her eyes. And I know, at this moment, if she says anything remotely sweet to me right now, there’s a good chance it’ll send me crossing that line. And I can’t have that. I’ve got a reverse case of Florence Nightingale syndrome. That’s got to be it. Which is why I add my next words. “Gotta get you home safe so you can see your man.” Fuck. It leaves a nasty taste in my mouth to utter that shit. Reminds me of getting the damn desert sand in my mouth when we were out in the middle of nowhere on a mission. That shit makes you want to spit, clean out your damn mouth, and rid yourself of that grittiness. 

Her expression is shuttered, smile stiff, and her voice subdued. “Thanks again.” Closing the door after she’s safely inside and buckled up, I offer a quick nod, tugging the brim of my ball cap lower as I turn to make my way to my truck, which is parked along the curb near the bar. I don’t look back—no quick glance—because the disappointment that the night has to end makes me feel bad enough. But of all people, I should know best that all good things must come to an end.    

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RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular 80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she’s your girl.  
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The past she can’t remember. The secret he hides. And a love that’s worth risking it all.
After a devastating car crash stole both her family and her memory, Grace Stanton was left with no past and an uncertain future. Now Grace likes to keep things simple. No sleepovers, never date a guy more than a month, and never, ever fall in love. Which is exactly why Grace avoids Bad Habit’s lead guitarist, Brody Scott, at all costs. The green-eyed, sexy-as-hell musician has “trouble” tattooed all over him, and Grace isn’t taking any chances with her heart.
Brody knows he doesn’t deserve an amazing woman like Grace—her creamy skin, red hair, or that smart mouth that fuels his every fantasy—but there’s something between them that’s more than chemistry. Something real. He’ll just have to convince Grace that he’s worth the risk—and hide the secret that haunts his worst dreams. But when fate plays a cruel hand, Brody’s darkest sin suddenly threatens his last chance at redemption…and the life of the woman he loves.
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  1. 1.
    the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil."God's plans for the redemption of his world"

Brody Scott has a secret, one that plagues him and haunts him, one he cannot move on from. Grace needs a savior whether she knows it or not and Brody is determined to right his wrongs and be the hero Grace desperately needs. 

Brody may be the sweetest, most kind hearted rock star in the history of book boyfriends. That man is downright swoony!! He's not your typical bad boy but when he gets Grace in the bedroom...well, I'll let you find out for yourself!! Hot! Hot! Hot!

Grace lives her life with a shield around her heart but our boy Brody does not let that stop him. He busts through those barriers and makes her forget what she was protecting herself from. 
The story was a little slow and it seemed to take forever for us to find out what Brody was hiding but overall I liked it. I didn't read the other books in the series and at times I wasn't sure of some of the references for the supporting characters but It was a pretty good standalone. It has some angst and some drama and lots of sexy time. The characters were likable and the supporting characters were great. 

3.5 stars.

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A former headhunter, J.T. Geissinger is the author of more than a dozen novels in contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and romantic suspense. She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book, the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and is a two-time finalist for the RITA® Award from the Romance Writers of America®. Her work has also finaled in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne du Maurier Awards. Join her Facebook reader’s group, Geissinger’s Gang, to take part in weekly Wine Wednesday live chats and giveaways, find out more information about works in progress, have access to exclusive excerpts and contests, and get advance reader copies of her upcoming releases. Website | Newsletter | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest | Instagram

Monday, April 24, 2017

Ripple Effect release and review!!

Cover Design: Hart & Bailey
Release Date: April 24, 2017
Ripley Brown had the kind of love that would last a lifetime. Until the night it died a tragic death, leaving her reeling and obliterating her ability to trust another man with her heart.
Brock James grew up in a home filled with violence and hate. He vowed never to be like his father, until the night he became even worse than the man. The night he destroyed everything.
Now, Brock is out of the military. He returns home, not expecting to see Ripley. He hasn't laid eyes on her since that fateful night, but even after six years, he knows exactly what he wants. It's time for Brock to face the demons of his past. The same demons that have been haunting Ripley all this time.
Brock is determined to win Ripley back, but can she open her heart back up to the man who broke it? And even if she does - will Brock be able to forgive himself for hurting the only person who ever mattered?

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Revelry release and review!!

Title: Revelry
Author: Kandi Steiner
Release Date: April 20, 2017
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From the bestselling author of Weightless and A Love Letter to Whiskey

Wren Ballard is trying to find herself.

She never expected to be divorced at twenty-seven, but now that the court date has passed, it’s official. The paperwork is final. Her feelings on it aren’t.

Spending the summer in a small mountain town outside Seattle is exactly what she needs. The peaceful scenery is a given, the cat with the croaky meow is a surprise, but the real kicker? A broody neighbor with nice arms, a strange reputation, and absolutely no interest in her.

Anderson Black is perfectly fine being lost.

He doesn’t care about the town’s new resident — he’s too busy fighting his own demons. But when he’s brought face to face with Wren, he can see her still-fresh wounds from a mile away. What he doesn’t see coming is his need to know who put them there — or his desperation to mend them.

Sometimes getting lost is the way to find yourself. Sometimes healing only adds a new scar. And sometimes the last place you expected to be is exactly where you find home.

I had just grabbed my oversized hat and slipped my sunglasses on when I spotted Anderson walking up the drive with a large trash bag slung over his shoulder. He wore a simple, black V-neck and distressed jeans, an outfit way too dark and hot for the heat. A light sheen of sweat gathered on his neck as he made his way toward my cabin, his eyes hidden behind all-black sunglasses.

"Change your mind?" I asked, not even fighting the grin on my face as I walked outside and leaned against the banister.

Anderson squinted up at me, his boots heavy as they hit each stair. "About?"

"Tubing?" I asked. That was why he was here, right?

"Oh." He shook his head as he hit the top stair, shrugging the bag off his shoulders to hold it by the neck in one fist. "No, I have somewhere to be..." His voice trailed off, and even through the tinted shades of his glasses I felt his eyes on my chest. I'd strapped on my favorite boho print bathing suit and paired it with a dainty gold chain that wrapped around my neck once before dipping between my chest and crossing over my ribs.

He sniffed, holding the bag out toward me. "I just came to drop these off. My clothes. Well, the ones that could probably use a little TLC."

My eyes lit up and I reached for the bag, but Anderson snatched it back, brows shooting up into his forehead.

"No frills, Wren."

I threw my hands up in surrender. "I promise."

He smirked, just slightly, and handed the bag over, tucking his hands in his front pockets.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" I asked, peering into the bag at my project before setting it just inside the cabin and locking the door behind me.

"I can't," he said, lips pressed together. He was tense, the muscles on his forearms tight as he glanced around at pretty much everything but me.

I opened my mouth to ask why but was cut off by the sound of a truck flying into my drive, tires sliding against the gravel.

Tucker was in the driver's seat with Davie in the passenger. Sarah and Yvette sat in the back, laughing with their hands up as the truck skidded to a stop. They were both sprawled out on a pile of tubes, wearing bathing suit tops and tiny shorts.

All of their faces froze when they saw Anderson.

"Hey, you ready, Wren?" Tucker asked warily, his eyes moving from where Anderson stood in front of me, to me, and back again.

"Yeah, one sec!" I called back.

I turned to Anderson, but his eyes were hard on Tucker, jaw ticking under his skin. When he faced me once more, an anchor fell from my throat into the pit of my stomach, immobilizing me completely. Because even though I 'd tried to convince myself I was wrong, I recognized the look in his eyes.


And when his nose flared and he took one big step toward me, our chests brushing, his hand reaching out to rest almost imperceptibly on my hip, the anchor in my stomach exploded into flames, burning a desire so fierce I inhaled a toxic breath and didn't let it go.

"Be careful, okay?" His eyes locked on mine just before he leaned in and swiftly kissed my cheek.

He turned on his heel and jogged down the stairs and past the truck. Sarah called his name, but he didn't acknowledge her, just kept his gaze forward until he'd disappeared from view.

And then everyone looked at me.

My 5 star review of Revelry

1. a feeling of reverential respect mixed with fear or wonder.

"I am in awe of this story, truly beautiful.”

Where the ACTUAL F has Kandi Steiner been all my book nerd life? I am honestly not kidding, like under a rock or what? I need to know these things. I totally feel like she is underrated because she should be amongst the Colleen Hoovers, the Abbi Glines, the Penelope Wards- she is totally A list. If Weightless didn’t convince anyone- A Love Letter to Whiskey, sure as heck should have- but Revelry? It takes it to another level. ALLTW was my number one read of last year, and I am telling you- in a very different way, Revelry might be in my number one spot this year.

1. very generous or forgiving, especially toward a rival or someone less powerful than oneself.

“Wren was a true to herself, always- she was above all magnanimous, forgiving to a fault.”

Where do I even begin with Wren. While B is my favorite Kandi heroine- I think Wren really took the cake, and pushed B out of the way a bit. It’s cool, B can just go off with Whiskey, and I’ll still love the heck out of her.
And can I just say- reading Kandi’s descriptive words, I really got a handle on who Wren was- not just what she looked like but WHO she was. And she had been put through a lot of sh** and that’s the way love goes sometimes. Between her mother giving her crap for her career choice- which she called a hobby by the way- and for divorcing her ex, sigh… not mothers life, Wrens life; and her ex-husband calling every night at 10pm, hoping she would answer after the divorce was FINAL- what a d*k in a box, she had to escape.
Where else but Gold Bar, a little cabin town about an hour or so away from Seattle. She lived in Seattle and ran a boutique with her bestie/business partner Adrian. Wren, but mostly Adrian, had wanted her to go. She needed to find purpose, to find herself again- and to work on a killer new line for their store. Maybe she was even looking for a real love, someone to set her heart free, one sweet day.

1. characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion.

"Anderson had a reckless and tempestuous streak, and he dealt with it the best way he knew how- ignore.”
Anderson- holy mother of hotness, and broodiness, and alpha male-ness. I fell HARD for Anderson- and had the kind of hangover I got with Whiskey from him. Anderson was scarred and scarred deep from an accident seven years ago that left him alone. But not the kind of “alone,” we all associate with romance novels. I thought FOR SURE this guy had lost the love of his life. But losing family can be even more devastating, especially when you only blame yourself for an accident that happened.
From the moment Anderson sees all the LIGHT and LOVE Wren exudes, even down in his dark and twisty heart, he felt a thump and a thwack. And when he got to know her? Fuhgeddaboudit. You know what I actually really LOVED about him? He had never really been in love. He was experiencing all of it with Wren, for the very first time. Anderson was all twisted over Wren- after he had a talking to from his mentor- Anderson figured out he never had a love like this before.

And let me tell you- sexual frustration and sexual gratification- is something Kandi does extremely well. Description is KEY, and alluding to a point instead of being blatant is a talent that she has so much of. When Anderson and Wren finally get to bump n grinding, it’s totally worth the wait- I will tell you I saw FIREWORKS and all the reds, whites, and blues!! It was something out of a sweet sweet fantasy. 

gerund or present participle: electrifying
1. charge with electricity; pass an electric current through.

"Kandi is electrifying”

2. impress greatly; thrill.
"Revelry definitely electrified me with each word.”

Every part of this story is electrifying, magnetic, and just down right unputodownable. If you loved Kandi with Weightless and A Love Letter to Whiskey- don’t let a moment go by and not pick this one up. I absolutely loved all the ins and outs of this story. All the secondary characters that make this romance come to life. Thank you Kandi, I am totally in love with your words. Please don’t ever stop writing whatever you do, it’s who you are.


Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional rollercoaster” stories, she loves bringing flawed characters to life and writing about real, raw romance — in all its forms. No two Kandi Steiner books are the same, and if you’re a lover of angsty, emotional, and inspirational reads, she’s your gal.

An alumna of the University of Central Florida, Kandi graduated with a double major in Creative Writing and Advertising/PR with a minor in Women’s Studies. She started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic, and likes to highlight all the challenges of love as well as the triumphs.

When Kandi isn’t writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys live music, traveling, anything heavy in carbs, beach days, movie marathons, craft beer and sweet wine — not necessarily in that order.