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Wednesday, 17 August 2016

Book Blitz + #Giveaway: Sting by Sandra Brown


Sting
Sandra Brown

Published by: Grand Central
Publication date: August 16th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

When Shaw Kinnard encounters the incongruously elegant Jordie Bennet in a seen-better-days bayou bar, it’s not love at first sight. He’s there to kill her. Instead, he abducts her, eager to get hold of the $30 Million her brother has pocketed from his badly bent boss. Now they are on the run from said boss—and the FBI.






 
 
 
 
 
 
STING ANTECDOTES
Even though it’s almost thirty years old, the movie “Top Gun” and its characters are referred to several times. If the soundtrack followed the relationship between Shaw and Jordie, it would start out with “Danger Zone” and end with “Take My Breath Away.”
If you’re on Spotify, you can find the TOP GUN soundtrack here: https://open.spotify.com/album/6K8iDZW8jPaoiqSzFFebJA
 
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR 
Sandra Brown is the author of more than sixty New York Times bestsellers, including DEADLINE(2013), LOW PRESSURE (2012), LETHAL (2011), TOUGH CUSTOMER (2010), SMASH CUT (2009), SMOKE SCREEN (2008), PLAY DIRTY (2007), RICOCHET (2006), CHILL FACTOR (2005), WHITE HOT (2004), & HELLO, DARKNESS (2003). 
Brown began her writing career in 1981 and since then has published over seventy novels, bringing the number of copies of her books in print worldwide to upwards of eighty million. Her work has been translated into over thirty languages. 
A lifelong Texan, Sandra Brown was born in Waco, grew up in Fort Worth and attended Texas Christian University, majoring in English. Before embarking on her writing career, she worked as a model at the Dallas Apparel Mart, and in television, including weathercasting for WFAA-TV in Dallas, and feature reporting on the nationally syndicated program “PM Magazine.”
In 2009 Brown detoured from her thrillers to write, Rainwater, a much acclaimed, powerfully moving story about honor and sacrifice during the Great Depression.
Brown recently was given an honorary Doctorate of Humane Letters from Texas Christian University. She was named Thriller Master for 2008, the top award given by the International Thriller Writer’s Association. Other awards and commendations include the 2007 Texas Medal of Arts Award for Literature and the Romance Writers of America’s Lifetime Achievement Award. 

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Tuesday, 2 December 2014

Paperback Launch Day Blitz: Review + #Giveaway: Elect by Rachel Van Dyken





 

ELECT
By Rachel Van Dyken

 
 

 
Would you die for the one you love?

Nixon Abandonato made his choice. And now he has to pay the price. Tracey is the love of his life, but being with him has made her a target of his family's enemies. The only way to keep Trace alive is convince the world she means nothing to him.

Trace Rooks has fallen irrevocably in love with the son of her family's sworn rival, and she knows in her bones nothing can tear them apart. Until Nix suddenly pushes her away and into the arms of his best friend... But Trace isn't ready to give up on a future with Nix--and if he won't fight for them, she will. 
In the end, a sacrifice must be made. A life for a life. For what better way to cover a multitude of sins than with the blood of a sinner . . . 
 




 
REVIEW

I haven't read the first book in this series but after reading Elect, I will definitely make a point of adding Elite to my TBR, because the story was fascinating. There's enough back story in this book to give me an idea of what happened in book one, and so that I didn't feel completely lost, however, I really want to read all about how it all began for the amazing characters I had the pleasure of meeting.

This is the first book I've read that is solely from the male POV, and it was so moving. The pages of this book drip with passion, and not only in reference to the sexual tension/chemistry between characters, but the love shared within this family that was heart-wrenching. It was raw and painful but pure all at once. 

Lies, treachery, betrayal and loyalty make for an exciting plotline that delves into the lives of the different mafia families. It showed the depths to which they'd go to protect those they loved, whilst upholding the family code, no matter how ugly things got. There was plenty of suspense and great twists that kept me guessing all the way through.

The love story in this book may be a love triangle, but it was completely different from anything I've read before; as the players had to make difficult choices - to do what was right, or to follow their hearts and go after what they wanted at any cost. Either way someone would lose, someone would get their heart broken, and my own shattered in the process. In my eyes, there was no clear winner, both were deserving, and Trace was left to make the ultimate decision. To follow her heart or follow her soul.

The ending was not a complete cliffhanger, but it definitely sparked my interest in the next book. I am intrigued to see how things will play out. Will it ease some of the pain, or will it only result in more devastation?


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR


 
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at http://rachelvandykenauthor.com/


 
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Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Print Release Launch Day Blitz: Excerpt + #Giveaway: Before We Fall by Courtney Cole




 


 
 
Sometimes before we fall . . . we fly.
 
One dark moment was all it took to turn twenty-four-year-old Dominic Kinkaide's world black. On the night of his high school graduation, a single incident changed him forever, and he became a hardened man-famous in the eyes of the world, but tortured inside. Now all he cares about is losing himself in the roles that he plays.

At twenty-three years old, Jacey Vincent doesn't realize how much her father's indifference has affected her. She is proof that sometimes it isn't one specific moment that wrecks a person, but an absence of moments. She tries to find acceptance in the arms of men to fill the void-a plan that has worked just fine for her, until she meets Dominic.

When jaded Dominic and strong-willed Jacey are thrown together, the combination of his secrets and her issues turns their attraction into the perfect storm. It could change their lives for good-if it doesn't tear them both apart . . .


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EXCERPT


Jacey is standing still in the middle of the room, dressed in her uniform, letting a party guest lick salt off of her forearm for a tequila shot. She’s heavily made up tonight- thick mascara, red lipstick.  She smiles up at him with those red lips and a fake smile and as she does, she catches sight of me.

She freezes in shock, although what the fuck?  I’m the one living here temporarily.  I belong here, she doesn’t. 

Suddenly, a guy comes rushing up to me, someone I don’t know.  A very drunk someone.

“Dude, can you sign my shirt for my girlfriend?  If I take home your autograph, I’ll get laid for a month.”

He grabs at my arm and I shake him off in annoyance. 

Dude.  If you were lucky enough to get invited here, then you should know not to approach anyone for autographs.”

I’m not usually so rude to fans.  But my mood gets the better of me. The guy stares at me, stunned, and I continue on my way.  As I do, I feel Jacey’s gaze.

She pulls her arm away from the guy, sets down her tray of shots, and makes a beeline for me. 

I turn my back on her, intent on continuing up the stairs without acknowledging her, but she won’t have it.  She grabs my arm, forcing me to look at her.

“ Are you all right?” she demands.  “That was pretty harsh.”

I glance down at her, into her brown eyes and find her to be sincerely concerned.  I must look seriously rattled if she noticed that something is wrong. She barely knows me.  Her fingers are warm on my arm and for a minute, I waver. 

She’s warm and soft and concerned.  I know what that might turn into. 

A wild night that will make me feel better. 

Women are all the same, they want to fix what is broken and they’re willing to do anything to accomplish that.  I never talk about my past or anything at all about me, but women can still sense that I’m fucked up.  What they don’t understand… is that I’m unfixable. 

I stare down at her again, shaking my head. 

“I’m fine.  Don’t worry about it.”

But she looks at me again, really looks at me, her brown eyes probing mine.  “I don’t think you are.  What happened?”

“Why does it matter to you?” I ask, before I can stop myself. 

Because something about her makes me think that it does somehow matter to her and not just because I’m Dominic Kinkaide.   Everything I’ve seen of Jacey is wild and untamed… she works for Saffron, pushes cops around, gets dressed in parking lots and lets men lick salt off her body for tequila shots.

Yet at the same time, she seems warm and real.  I haven’t forgotten how she shoved her way in between Cris and I and shielded my body with her own.  She’s a puzzle. 

Jacey looks confused by my question. 

“It matters because you’re not some stranger off the street. You look seriously upset.   Of course I’m going to ask you if you’re alright.  Who wouldn’t?”

Most of the people I know in Hollywood, I think.

But I don’t say it.  Instead, I turn my back and start up the stairs again.  I don’t fucking answer to her or anyone else. 

“Do you need anything?” Jacey’s voice is hesitant behind me.  “An ice pack or anything? That bruise on your cheek looks like it still hurts.”

I pause, not looking at her.  Instead I remember her bare leg, stretching toward the sky while her tiny uniform shorts slide over it.  The mere memory of the way she’d undressed right out in the open sets my pulse to racing. 

Yeah, there’s a bunch of things I need, but only one thing that will take my mind off the reason that I need them.

“Yeah, I need something.”

There is a moment of silence between us, then another. 

Finally she asks, “And that is?”

I turn back around slowly, looking her up and down until my eyes freeze upon hers and stay there.  Hers are dark and sincere, waiting for me to say something. She has no idea what kind of person I am.  She has no idea that I’m just a shell, completely empty inside. 

If she did, she would run far, far away. 

I stare into her eyes as I move closer and she doesn’t look away.  

I step back down until we’re on the same step and her back is against the wall.  I press against her, close enough that my rigid dick digs into her hip. 

With my mouth mere centimeters from her ear, I say, “You.  Spread-eagled and tied up on my bed.   That would do for a start.”




REVIEW



WOW! This was one scorcher of a read!! Absolutely fantastic.

Move over Christian Grey, Dominic Kinkaide needs to take his rightful place as king of the broken bad boys!!

I LOOOVED Dominic. He was so complex, and he certainly knew how to get my attention. In fact he demanded it whenever he appeared in this story, and I gave it to him 100%. Of course, who doesn't love a lost soul who needs some fixing, and even though Dom didn't believe he could be fixed, even thought he felt he deserved to be disconnected on every emotional level, he had more heart and goodness in his soul than he gave himself credit for. I was thoroughly intrigued by his story. What had happened in the past that made him torture himself so much? It was a guessing game from the start, and when the truth was finally revealed, I was blown away because it was so much more darker than I could have ever imagined. 

I was expecting more from Jacey. I felt like I never fully knew her or understood her story. Not the way I did with Dom. He may have closed himself off from everything, but he became an open book, and I would have liked to have seen the same for Jacey. It makes me wonder if I should grab a copy of If You Leave (Yes, I haven't read it! Please don't hurt me - unless you're sending Dominic to do the hurting, then YES, PLEASE!!!) I'm not sure how much of Jacey and her story is in the second book in the Beautifully Broken series, but I really want to get a better sense of who she is. She was sweet, and kind, and gentle, and I knew she was living with the guilt of what Jared had done, but I wanted to know more.

This story was HOT! The chemistry between Jacey and Dominic was off the charts, and the sex was dirty and raw, but very sensual. I was sent on an emotional roller coaster ride with soaring highs and crushing lows. A stellar read that will break your heart at the same time it warms it. 
 
 
 
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 
 
Courtney Cole is a New York Times and USA Todaybestselling author who lives near Lake Michigan with her family.  She's always working on her next project... or staring dreamily out her office window.

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Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Release Day Launch: Excerpt + #Giveaway: Right Kind of Wrong by Chelsea Fine

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We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Chelsea Fine's RIGHT KIND OF WRONG! 

Published by Grand Central Forever, RIGHT KIND OF WRONG is the third novel in Chelsea's Finding Fate Series and is a New Adult Contemporary Romance. 

Check out the excerpt below and enter the giveaway!


  Right Kind of Wrong

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Sometimes wrong can feel oh so right . . . 

 Jenna Lacombe needs complete control, whether it’s in the streets . . . or between the sheets. So when she sets out on a solo road trip to visit her family in New Orleans, she’s beyond annoyed that the infuriatingly sexy Jack Oliver wants to hitch a ride with her. Ever since they shared a wild night together last year, he’s been trying to strip away her defenses one by one. He claims he’s just coming along to keep her safe-but what’s not safe for her is prolonged exposure to the tattooed hottie. 

 Jack can’t get Jenna out from under his skin. She makes him feel alive again after his old life nearly destroyed him-and losing her is not an option. Now Jack’s troubles are catching up to him, and he’s forced to return to his hometown in Louisiana. But when his secrets put them both in harm’s way, Jenna will have to figure out how far she’s willing to let love in . . . and how much she already has.










EXCERPT


Padding my bare feet back into Jack’s bedroom, I start riffling through his drawers like a wet raccoon, searching for something that can pass as pajamas. I try on four pairs of basketball shorts and two shirts before finding items small enough to fit me without being obscene.
I’m not a small person—not at all. I’m average height, average weight. It’s just that Jack’s a giant who, apparently, wears size 100 in everything. Twisting the shirt around my middle so it hangs properly, I absently inhale and smile when I catch Jack’s scent.
What? No. Don’t smile about that, you idiot.
I unclench my fists from his shirt and smooth out the wrinkles I created clutching it to my nose. I’m not like a wet raccoon at all. I’m worse. Raccoons would be ashamed of me.
My inner dialogue—I’ve just accepted that I’m certifiable, at this point—comes to a halt when I hear an engine in the front yard.
Jack.
My first instinct is to run outside and smack him—you know, violent tendencies and all—but I regain my composure and choose a more mature tactic.
I stand perfectly still in the dark living room and wait for him with a scowl.
Through the window, I watch his dark figure stumble out of the car and slowly climb the front steps all hunched over. What did he do, go get drunk? Great.
I cross my arms, scowl still poised to kill, and wait as he opens the door and quietly steps inside. He flicks on the living room light and I ready myself for the shit storm I’m about to rain all over his ass. But my words, my anger, my bitter intentions fall away the instant I see his face.
“Jack.” It’s more of a gasp than a word as it leaves my mouth.
He pulls his eyes up from his bloody and torn hand, and sets them on me. “Jenna. What the hell?” Several emotions cross his eyes. Anger. Fear. Relief. Anger.
I pull a face. “Don’t ‘what the hell’ me. You’re the one who stole my car and drove off into the night.”
He screws his face up. “So you waited up to yell at me?”
“Well…” I pause.
Is that why I waited up? Well, crap.
“Yeah,” I finally say, not particularly proud of my answer.
“Typical,” he mutters. “Listen. I’m not in the mood to bicker with you right now so if you don’t mind rescheduling this bitch-out for tomorrow, that would be great.”
He brushes past me, his shoulder lightly sweeping mine, and halts at the touch. Facing me, he softens his husky voice. “I’m sorry.”
Long eyelashes lower over his storm-gray eyes as he searches my face, and the wicked wildfire inside me instantly reignites as his gaze drops to my mouth.
The thick frustration that filled the room just moments ago thins into a sweet trepidation, curling around us with a daring charge. So delicious. But so dangerous.
I carefully step back and clear my throat. Jack does the same. We’re masters of avoidance.
Without another word, he moves past me and marches down the hall. That’s when I spy the blood running down the back of his shirt from a large gash between his shoulder blades.
My heart stops.
“Jack?” I say, staring with wide eyes. “What happened to your back?”
He looks over his shoulder and frowns. “Oh. That.” Turning back around, he continues striding down the hallway. “Knife wound.”


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
 

Author PhotoChelsea lives in Phoenix, Arizona where she spends most of her time writing stories, painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She’s ridiculously bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen.    

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Thursday, 19 June 2014

Blog Tour: Review + #Giveaway: Perfect Kind of Trouble by Chelsea Fine









 
 
And don’t miss Book 1 in the Finding Fate Series…
 
 
 
Sometimes when perfect falls apart, a little trouble fixes everything . . . 

Twenty-one-year-old Kayla Turner has lost everything. After spending most of her life taking care of her ailing mother, she just wants to spot a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. So when her late father-a man she barely knew-leaves her an inheritance, she finally breathes a sigh of relief . . . until she learns the inheritance comes with strings. Strings in the form of handsome playboy Daren Ackwood, her father's protégé. To see any of her inheritance, she's forced to team up with him. From his expensive car to those sexy dimples, Kayla's seen his type before. But Daren isn't who he seems to be . . .

Struggling to make amends for his family's mistakes, Daren has a life more Oliver Twist than Richie Rich these days. He's beyond grateful that James Turner included him in his will, but working with Turner's princess of a daughter to fulfill his cryptic last wish is making Daren wonder if being broke is really so bad. Still, she's just as beautiful as she is stubborn, and the more time he spends with Kayla, the less it feels right being without her. Soon Daren and Kayla begin to wonder if maybe the best gift Kayla's dad could have left them . . . was each other.


 
EXCERPT

“So this is where you work?” She gestures at the closed kitchen door behind me as she approaches.

I step back so she can enter the courtyard then glance over my shoulder. “It’s more like the place where I help out in the kitchen, occasionally,” I say. “I like to cook so sometimes the owner, Jake, let’s me jump on the line.”

She tilts her head. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as the cooking type.”

“No?” I arch a brow. “What type am I?”

“Well the professional lover type, obviously.”

I grin. “That too.”

The teasing in her eyes along with the lightness of her smile does something soft to my insides. This is a different Kayla than the one I was sitting next to at the bar. That girl was stressed and burdened, but this girl… this girl is hopeful and happy.

The only reason I can think of for the change in her tone is the inheritance. Does the idea of getting money please her so much that she’s suddenly this cheerful person? Does it please me that much?

I remember Jake’s comment earlier, about my being happy, and realize with a sinking feeling that yes, the idea of an inheritance has made me happy. Money would alleviate some of my problems and, therefore, it gives me a security in my future that pleases me.

I’m not sure how I feel about money having so much control over my contentment. It makes me sound an awful lot like my dad.

“So what is this place?” she asks, nodding to the courtyard around us.

I look up at the small twinkle lights strung above the area. “Right now it’s just storage space. But Jake wants to make it into a dining patio. You know, so people can rent it out for private parties or whatever.”

“It’s cute.” She walks around, checking out the rose bushes that line the fence and the Tuscany-inspired mural painted against the back wall.

“So where you off to?” I step closer so we’re both beside the painted wall. “Back to your humble abode at the Quickie Stop?”

She scoffs. “Humble indeed. But yeah.”

I glance at the dark parking lot beyond the fence and the even darker streets that lead to the edge of town, and frown. “By yourself?”

She faces me with a cocked eyebrow. “Yeah. I’ve got my own driver’s license and everything.”

I smile at the ground. “Okay, that’s fair.” I glance at the dark streets again. “I’m just a concerned citizen that wanted to make sure you got home safely. That’s all.”

She nods. “How very kind of you, citizen. Would you rather I be going back to the Quickie Stop with someone?”

The idea of Kayla going home with someone—anyone, other than me—rakes down my spine like nails on a chalkboard. I don’t know when I got so possessive of this girl but holy hell. My veins are on fire.

How very unexpected. And somewhat annoying.

            I don’t get possessive of women. Ever. Sure, I care about Amber and Pixie but that’s different. I care about them like sisters. I’m protective of them. I couldn’t really give a damn who they, or any other female in this town, go to bed with.

But Kayla?

Hot jealousy darts through my veins.

How very annoyingly unexpected.

I set my shoulders back in a casual manner. “Not particularly,” I say coolly. “I just wasn’t sure if you had a ride or not.”

“Oh.” She runs a finger over her lips. “And what, you were going to offer me a ride?”

I watch the tip of her finger skim over the pink fullness of her bottom lip and my breath hitches. She can’t say things like “give me a ride” and touch her mouth at the same time. That’s just not fair.

“Well I might have offered you a ride,” I say, inwardly cursing as I remember sweet, precious Monique, “except I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to take rides from strangers. And since that’s what you and I are…” I sigh dramatically. “It would have just been a waste of time to ask you.”

She smiles behind her moving fingers and I start to wonder if she’d let me kiss her. My guess is, yes. Maybe.

I want to kiss Kayla. Badly. But the idea of kissing her, of touching her at all, also makes me a little nervous. And I’m never nervous when it comes to women.

Goddammit. Everything about this girl is unexpected.

“You’re so obsessed with us not being strangers,” she says, and her eyes shine. “That can’t be healthy.”

I probably shouldn’t kiss her. We have an inheritance to claim tomorrow. We have shit to follow through with. Kissing her is a bad idea. A very bad idea.

“No. Probably not.” I step closer so we’re only inches apart. “But I can’t seem to let it go.”

She doesn’t move away. She doesn’t break eye contact.

Yes. She’d definitely let me kiss her. I’m sure of it.

My heart pounds and it’s all I can do to keep my nonchalant demeanor in place.

“Is that what we are, Kayla?” I lower my voice with a crooked grin. “Strangers?”

She meets my crooked grin and raises me a tipped chin. Her eyes are steel and sure, not giving anything away, and I suddenly feel unsure.

I lean in.

She doesn’t react. But she also doesn’t back away.

Kissing her is a bad idea.

Her lips part, ever so slightly, a thin seam of wet flesh forming between the soft skin of her pretty lips, and all my reservations vanish.



REVIEW

Oh. My. Gosh!! This book was FANTASTIC!!

There was nothing I disliked about it. I loved both Kayla and Daren. Separate they were amazing, but together they were perfect.

This was a really exciting story with a great scavenger hunt, and I enjoyed every second spent with these two amazing people as they raced to find their inheritance. Little did they know they'd be getting so much more.

There were so many great life lessons throughout this story, and I feel like a better person for reading it. I also loved that Kayla was able to better understand how much her father loved her, through his letters and the friends he got to help out with the hunt, and she was able to put aside her animosity once and for all. Daren too had so much emotional baggage, but he was able to let it all go and realize his true worth.

Not only did Old Man Turner's wisdom leave an impact, but one of the biggest messages this book held was that we should never judge another based on other peoples ideas. Both Daren and Kayla assumed so much about the other, and they were both so completely wrong. The rumors and gossip made each of them out to be less than stellar human beings, when in fact they were both good, amazing people.

This book was exciting, fun, quite hilarious at times and the personalities of the MCs shone through beautifully. I didn't want this story to end.





ABOUT THE AUTHOR
 
 
Author PhotoChelsea lives in Phoenix, Arizona where she spends most of her time writing stories, painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She’s ridiculously bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen.  
 
 


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