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Sunday, 24 April 2016

Release Blitz: Review, Excerpt + #Giveaway: Paper Dolls by Hanna Peach




Title: Paper Dolls
Author: Hanna Peach
Genre: New Adult Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 24, 2016



Blurb

My life comes down to this. Two faces. One choice.

Salem is my twin sister. She loved me. She protected me. She forgave me, even after I failed her. I just got her back after searching for three long, lonely years.

Then there’s Clay. Sweet yet intense and nursing a dark past of his own, he’s all the redemption I don’t deserve. He wants to open me up and know the insides of my soul. I want to let him, but I’m scared he’ll run from what he finds.

But I can’t have them both.

My name is Aria. And today, I must choose. One of the two people I love has to die.

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Excerpt

Prologue
 
In moments like these, everything slowed. Salem always joked that it was life’s way of making sure you didn’t miss the turning points, the important bits. As if gravity sank heavier and heavier with the weight of the moment until the world was too heavy to turn and everyone held their breath.
It certainly felt like that now. My next action, my next word, would change all of our lives.
“Aria,” Clay’s deep voice reached my ears. “Whatever happens…I love you.” The usual assuredness and authority was gone. Instead, strain and hurt had crumpled up and shoved into his throat. Choose me. Save me. Love me.
Before him my life had felt like a stack of old movies; frames missing or out of order, muted crackling sound, flickering and shuttering away, unloved and unseen in an old unused cinema.
Then I found him. Or he found me.
He created a warm shield around me where I could be safe. He coaxed away all my layers and shed all my masks and his love soaked right into my skin, right into the very soul of me. He pulled out the fossil buried inside that had been my heart and breathed life into me.
How could I give up the man I loved? The one who loved me with a fierce and unwavering passion, the man who made me feel like I could defeat demons as long as he was by my side.
Winking in the threads of sunlight piercing through the solemn gray clouds, seed fluff twirled about me like swirling, dancing couples. Spinning around like Salem and I used to do in our backyard, hands clasped together tightly, turning round and round, eyes to the sky, our twin voices giggling and floating into the air like dandelions.
She had been my shield before Clay.
“I’m nothing without you, Aria,” Salem’s voice trembled, desperation leaking into the breaths between her words. Choose me. Need me. Love me.
How could I end her? I just got her back. For so long we shared almost everything, and she protected me. Her whole life had been about protecting me. Because she loved me that much.
How could I turn against her, toss her away like an old broken toy?
But I had to choose.
I could see us now, the three of us making a chain like when I was a kid, folding pieces of colored paper into rectangles, cutting out an arm, a leg, and half a head, and unfurling my new patterns in the light to reveal a line of paper dolls. Clay, Salem and I − we were all just paper dolls in a paper chain, me in the middle, each end pulling tighter and tighter until something had to tear.
Even now as I stare between Clay and Salem, trying to digest our impossible situation, Hope is still there, that terrible pixie, fluttering on my shoulder, whispering.
Maybe it doesn’t have to end this way?
Fuck you, Hope. Here’s the truth.
Nobody is coming.
No one will save us.
And someone isn’t going to make it out of this forest today.
“Choose,” my sister screamed. “It’s either him or me.”
My fingers tightened around my gun in a reflex. This was it. I either ended her. Or destroyed Clay.
I squeezed my eyelids shut for a moment, just for a moment of peace. Just for an instant I could shut out the inevitable, and in this blessed darkness I believed I could conceive a way that both could exist in my life. A way that I could choose Salem and Clay.
You can’t have both.
You tried.
You.
Can’t.
Have.
Both.
Choose now.
But how?
What do you do when someone puts a gun to your head? Clay’s words came back to me, echoing as loud in my mind as if he had just spoken them. You refuse to bend. You push back. You find another way. You take that gun off him and put it back in his face. But you do not give in.
Find another way…
I knew what I had to do. A kind of peace settled on my skin, as delicate as gossamer, as light as silk.
I opened my eyes to a world of bright light until my vision adjusted. The torn and pained faces of the two people I loved came into focus. The only two people I’ve shared air with while we slept, the same two people I’d crawl into Hell to be with, and the only two people I would die for. I forced the ghost of a smile forward.
And turned the gun on myself.




Review

This story epitomizes the deepest, strongest and truest meaning of love. Unconditional love. But it was also a mind f*ck of note. Peach brilliantly weaves a twisted web that left me breathless and in awe.

The opening scene gave me goosebumps and certainly piqued my interest. The rest of the story flowed right off the pages, keeping me in suspense every step of the way. 

Aria and Clay’s relationship was a beautiful thing to watch as it developed and grew, even with the dark secrets haunting them. There was something very real about these two – their love wasn’t over-exaggerated as in most romance novels; it felt seamless, almost easy. That’s not to say there was no drama. Salem aside, there was some doubt, white lies, and even the fact that for whatever reason Clay kept taking a step back just as things started to heat up. All of this only made them more relatable. It also fueled the intrigue as Peach gave tiny tidbits of information, making me question everything I thought I already knew. 

As for Salem, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of her. My heart broken a million times over for the devastating events of her past, but she seemed very hard—coming back into Aria’s life, demanding so much. She certainly knew how to tug on her sister’s heart-strings, and to play on her guilt.
I don’t want to go into too much detail in fear of giving away too much, but all I can say is that I NEVER saw the final moments between Aria, Clay and Salem coming. I was sucker-punched with the truth. When I read, my author brain tends to seek out every possible plot twist, and I really thought I knew what was going on, and what had gone down to lead up to the opening scene, but honestly, I was completely blindsided. It was fantastic!

Peach has come to be one of my favorite authors. This book is a little different from her other work, but it still holds all the passion that she pours into each and every word written. It is dark, raw and emotional. But, it is also fun, with a bit of sarcastic humor, romance, and filled with hope. With characters that will burrow right into your heart, it will turn you inside out while at the same time making your heart soar.

A stellar read, this is one book that will stay with me for a long time.



Author Bio


Hanna is the bestselling author of the Bound romantic suspense series and the Dark Angel fantasy series. Although she writes in more than one genre she can’t write a book without weaving together a complicated plot and filling it with twists. She writes what she believes: good people can do bad things, ordinary people can do great things, and choose love above everything.

Eternally restless, Hanna has lived in Indonesia, Australia, Germany, Scotland, England, Croatia and Ireland – everything she owns fits into one suitcase. She’s planning her next move with her gorgeous (and understanding) partner right now. If not writing, she can be found wandering a dusty market in Marrakesh or trekking a mountain in Peru, often using her travels as settings in her novels.

To WIN a copy of her next release go to www.hannapeach.com/subscribe.



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Tuesday, 29 March 2016

Cover Reveal: Excerpt + #Giveaway: Paper Dolls by Hanna Peach










Title: Paper Dolls
Author: Hanna Peach
Genre: New Adult Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Romacdesigns
Release Date: April 24, 2016


My life comes down to this. Two faces. One choice.

Salem is my twin sister. She loved me. She protected me. She forgave me, even after I failed her. I just got her back after searching for three long, lonely years.

Then there’s Clay. Sweet yet intense and nursing a dark past of his own, he’s all the redemption I don’t deserve. He wants to open me up and know the insides of my soul. I want to let him, but I’m scared he’ll run from what he finds.

But I can’t have them both.

My name is Aria. And today, I must choose. One of the two people I love has to die.


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Excerpt


Prologue
 
In moments like these, everything slowed. Salem always joked that it was life’s way of making sure you didn’t miss the turning points, the important bits. As if gravity sank heavier and heavier with the weight of the moment until the world was too heavy to turn and everyone held their breath.
It certainly felt like that now. My next action, my next word, would change all of our lives.
“Aria,” Clay’s deep voice reached my ears. “Whatever happens…I love you.” The usual assuredness and authority was gone. Instead, strain and hurt had crumpled up and shoved into his throat. Choose me. Save me. Love me.
Before him my life had felt like a stack of old movies; frames missing or out of order, muted crackling sound, flickering and shuttering away, unloved and unseen in an old unused cinema.
Then I found him. Or he found me.
He created a warm shield around me where I could be safe. He coaxed away all my layers and shed all my masks and his love soaked right into my skin, right into the very soul of me. He pulled out the fossil buried inside that had been my heart and breathed life into me.
How could I give up the man I loved? The one who loved me with a fierce and unwavering passion, the man who made me feel like I could defeat demons as long as he was by my side.
Winking in the threads of sunlight piercing through the solemn gray clouds, seed fluff twirled about me like swirling, dancing couples. Spinning around like Salem and I used to do in our backyard, hands clasped together tightly, turning round and round, eyes to the sky, our twin voices giggling and floating into the air like dandelions.
She had been my shield before Clay.
“I’m nothing without you, Aria,” Salem’s voice trembled, desperation leaking into the breaths between her words. Choose me. Need me. Love me.
How could I end her? I just got her back. For so long we shared almost everything, and she protected me. Her whole life had been about protecting me. Because she loved me that much.
How could I turn against her, toss her away like an old broken toy?
But I had to choose.
I could see us now, the three of us making a chain like when I was a kid, folding pieces of colored paper into rectangles, cutting out an arm, a leg, and half a head, and unfurling my new patterns in the light to reveal a line of paper dolls. Clay, Salem and I − we were all just paper dolls in a paper chain, me in the middle, each end pulling tighter and tighter until something had to tear.
Even now as I stare between Clay and Salem, trying to digest our impossible situation, Hope is still there, that terrible pixie, fluttering on my shoulder, whispering.
Maybe it doesn’t have to end this way?
Fuck you, Hope. Here’s the truth.
Nobody is coming.
No one will save us.
And someone isn’t going to make it out of this forest today.
“Choose,” my sister screamed. “It’s either him or me.”
My fingers tightened around my gun in a reflex. This was it. I either ended her. Or destroyed Clay.
I squeezed my eyelids shut for a moment, just for a moment of peace. Just for an instant I could shut out the inevitable, and in this blessed darkness I believed I could conceive a way that both could exist in my life. A way that I could choose Salem and Clay.
You can’t have both.
You tried.
You.
Can’t.
Have.
Both.
Choose now.
But how?
What do you do when someone puts a gun to your head? Clay’s words came back to me, echoing as loud in my mind as if he had just spoken them. You refuse to bend. You push back. You find another way. You take that gun off him and put it back in his face. But you do not give in.
Find another way…
I knew what I had to do. A kind of peace settled on my skin, as delicate as gossamer, as light as silk.
I opened my eyes to a world of bright light until my vision adjusted. The torn and pained faces of the two people I loved came into focus. The only two people I’ve shared air with while we slept, the same two people I’d crawl into Hell to be with, and the only two people I would die for. I forced the ghost of a smile forward.
And turned the gun on myself.



Author Bio




Hanna is the bestselling author of the Bound romantic suspense series and the Dark Angel fantasy series. Although she writes in more than one genre she can’t write a book without weaving together a complicated plot and filling it with twists. She writes what she believes: good people can do bad things, ordinary people can do great things, and choose love above everything.

Eternally restless, Hanna has lived in Indonesia, Australia, Germany, Scotland, England, Croatia and Ireland – everything she owns fits into one suitcase. She’s planning her next move with her gorgeous (and understanding) partner right now. If not writing, she can be found wandering a dusty market in Marrakesh or trekking a mountain in Peru, often using her travels as settings in her novels.

To WIN a copy of her next release go to
www.hannapeach.com/subscribe.



Author Links



Giveaway


ENTER HERE


Monday, 16 November 2015

Review: Drake / Keir: Girl Wife Prisoner retold by Hanna Peach



 




 

Drake / Keir: Girl Wife Prisoner retold by Hanna Peach
Official Launch Date: Nov 17, 2015

 
Drake


I am Drake Blackwell. Some call me a monster, a wicked husband, a terrible son. It’s so easy to vilify me, isn’t it?


But I’m not the cheater. I’m not the wife stealer.


Noriko was mine. She was my wife. I could have made her happy if it just wasn’t for him. That gardener boy will have his chance to tell you his side of the story.


Here’s the truth.

 

Keir


What if…


Noriko and I.


You already know our story. So you know how it ends. I’m sorry. Some things are irreversible.


But others things, things like dreams for example, are not. Dreams are fluid as water, as changeable as the memory of the dreamer. Perhaps, then, I may be given license to re-tell our story the way I dreamed it. The way it should have been…


This is Girl Wife Prisoner told from Keir and Drake’s alternative perspectives. Please finish Girl Wife Prisoner before reading this book as it contains spoilers.

WARNING: This is not your typical romance. For ages 18+. There are scenes in this novel that infer or allude to physical violence.

 

Girl Wife Prisoner Complete Box Set by Hanna Peach

Official Launch Date: 17 November, 2015

This affair will destroy them all.


This is a specially priced complete Girl Wife Prisoner box set.

Girl Wife Prisoner


Drake Blackwell is successful, controlling, and hiding a violent family past. He just made his latest investment: Noriko.

Imported from Japan and wed to a stranger, Noriko struggles to stick to the rules of a Good Wife. Drake can't seem to love her, not the way she wants to be loved. She dreams of freedom beyond the gates of Blackwell Manor.

She meets Keir, a passionate young gardener who shares her desire to break free. He gets under her skin and ignites a fire in her she can't ignore. In the midst of her quiet desperation she thinks she has found happiness. And a glimpse of hope.

But this affair can't last...can it?


There is a darkness lingering, but not how you’d expect. There are monsters, but not as you usually know them. The truth is, in this story, no one is completely innocent. And it’s always darkest before the dawn.

 

Drake


I am Drake Blackwell. Some call me a monster, a wicked husband, a terrible son. It’s so easy to vilify me, isn’t it?


But I’m not the cheater. I’m not the wife stealer.


Noriko was mine. She was my wife. I could have made her happy if it just wasn’t for him. That gardener boy will have his chance to tell you his side of the story.


Here’s the truth.


Keir


What if…


Noriko and I.


You already know our story. So you know how it ends. I’m sorry. Some things are irreversible.


But others things, things like dreams for example, are not. Dreams are fluid as water, as changeable as the memory of the dreamer. Perhaps, then, I may be given license to re-tell our story the way I dreamed it. The way it should have been…

 

WARNING: This is not your typical romance. For ages 18+. There are scenes in this novel that infer or allude to physical violence.


 
 
 

Goodreads Books Links
 
Drake / Keir: Girl Wife Prisoner retold: Goodreads
Girl Wife Prisoner Complete Box Set: Goodreads
 
 

Excerpts



Drake



Noriko.

That was her name.

And now she was Noriko Blackwell. She was my Riko. My wife.

She was waiting for me beyond this door. I lifted my fist to knock and found I had to clear a tiny knot in my throat. Was I…nervous?

Ridiculous. Mr. Blackwell, CEO of Blackwell Industries, did not get nervous. I smoothed down my freshly washed hair and knocked.

I opened her door, stepped inside her bedroom and faced her fully to take in my first look at my wife.

She stood across the room, her fragile body precarious in a pair of towering heels, a black dress that hugged her tiny waist and skimmed over her slim hips. Her dark long hair framed her sweet face, her lashes cast down, her lips a natural pink.

“Noriko.”

“Mr. Blackwell,” she said, her voice as soft as falling snow.

“Please, call me Drake. Are they all treating you well?”

“Very well.”

“Good. Very good. Do you like it here?”

“I do, sir.”

Sir. She spoke to me like I was her teacher. “Noriko, you’re my wife. Call me Drake.”

“Yes, sir, I mean, Drake.”

“Come closer.”

She took several wobbly steps towards me, stopping just past halfway across the room. Not nearly close enough. I closed the gap between us in two strides, causing her to gasp.

Her onyx eyes, wide and pointed at the corners reminding me of a cat’s, caught my gaze before darting away to stare at the ground. Her mouth was a tightly closed rosebud and a pale pink color. She didn’t have any lipstick on. In fact, she was barely wearing any makeup, just a touch of mascara darkening her lashes. A natural beauty if I ever saw one. “You’re even more beautiful in real life.”

“Thank you.”

I lifted my finger to her cheek to feel her skin. Damn. She was softer than anything I had ever touched. A blush deepened under her pale skin. Was she this soft everywhere else? I traced down her neck and to her shoulder where I flicked off one shoulder strap, then the other.

Time to see exactly what I had acquired.

“Turn around.”

She obeyed. She smelled fresh, uncluttered by expensive perfumes that women usually wore like a cloud around them. Just a hint of coconut. Her shampoo, perhaps. I wanted to press my nose into her hair to make sure. But I restrained myself. I didn’t want to scare her any more than necessary.

I brushed her locks aside to access the opening of her dress. My cock hardened at the sound her zipper made as I drew it down. When I let go her dress dropped obediently to the floor.

 

Keir

 

So we were back to being “friends” again. I was back to stealing glances and making excuses for brushing up against her. But this time it was different. Every time I was tempted to breach our agreement I remembered my promise, if you tell me that we can be friends I won’t ever kiss you again.

I hated it. But I meant it. I wouldn’t disrespect her by breaking it. Every time I came anywhere near the idea I would picture her face after she had been told that her father died and my heart would crack and any desire fled from me. I could never ever be the cause of pain to her. I would protect her happiness as if it were my own. I would put her needs over mine, always.

And that’s when I knew, for the first time in my life,

I finally truly loved someone.

 
 
REVIEW
 
 Keir
 
Girl Wife Prisoner was a love story unlike any other. It was beautiful, heartrending, and didn't exactly have the happily-ever-after one would expect.
 
I was thrilled to get to see things from Keir's POV in this retelling of Noriko's story. Keir instantly won me over when I read GWP. He was sweet and caring, and the love that blossomed between him and Noriko was so special it took my breath away. To be able to see Noriko, and feel Keir's desire for her, from his POV was almost magical.
 
As he battled his emotions, knowing Riko wasn't his, but needing her so badly, finally giving in and giving their love a chance. It was spectacular but so very tragic, and their love story is one that deserves a place right next to the likes of Romeo & Juliet, and other such greats.
 
 
Drake
 
I was most intrigued to get to read Drake's story. He was an enigma. Throughout GWP his presence was immense and intense even though he didn't make too much of an appearance, and I had a feeling that there was much more depth to this man who seemed so cruel and despicable.
 
I loved that Peach wrote this story, allowing her readers to get a real sense of who Drake was, and the motivation behind his actions. It almost made him endearing...almost. I have to say that my heart warmed for Drake, and I wish Noriko had had the opportunity to read this book, because she would have seen a whole other side to the husband she didn't know and couldn't love. Maybe, just maybe, things would have worked out a little different for everyone.
 
Although nothing can excuse Drake's behavior, I enjoyed getting to know him better, and I really was quite sad for him. He seemed lost, clutching on for dear life, begging to be loved, but going about it the wrong way.
 
Noriko, Keir and Drake's tragic love story is one that will stay with me forever. It was spellbinding.
 
 
 
 

About the Author


Hanna is the bestselling author of the Bound romantic suspense series and the Dark Angel fantasy series. Although she writes in more than one genre she can’t write a book without weaving together a complicated plot and filling it with twists. She writes what she believes: good people can do bad things, ordinary people can do great things, and choose love above everything.


Eternally restless, Hanna has lived in Indonesia, Australia, Germany, Scotland, England, Croatia and Ireland – everything she owns fits into one suitcase. She’s planning her next move with her gorgeous (and understanding) partner right now.


If not writing, she can be found wandering a dusty market in Marrakesh or trekking a mountain in Peru, often using her travels as settings in her novels.


To WIN a copy of her next release join her VIP Readers Group: www.hannapeach.com/subscribe.

 
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