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<span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> In the first two books, you follow Riley and Hayden's journey (I won't say what journey so I don't spoil anything). This book, Riley finds out her father has been keeping a HUGE secret from her with the help of an angry dead ghost bride. At first, this new ghost freaks her out. She throws knives and Riley starts to think she's dangerous BUT then she realizes the ghost is desperate for help because her murderer is about to strike AGAIN and she doesn't want another poor woman in her situation.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> The romance between Hayden and Riley slows to a stop when he wakes up and doesn't remember anything about her. But he slowly starts to remember and thinks he's going crazy because how could he have these memories when he didn't even know her?</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> The more they get to know each other, he starts to help Riley with her ghost issue along with her best friend. On top of the murder, she has to deal with her alcoholic father, and her "family secret" (I'm not saying what it is so it isn't spoiled!).</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> This book had a great mix of romance, paranormal ghosts, friendships, and family drama. Rarely do you see a girl dedicated to a best friend the way Riley is. Most of the time I read these books, the romance takes up all the protagonist's time and she puts her friends on the back burner but not in Three heartbeats Away!</span></span>My Reading Obsessionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08803769252170873165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323359367264922095.post-22225746412274071722019-03-26T06:29:00.001-07:002019-03-26T06:29:09.970-07:00IN ANOTHER LIFE REVIEW<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Chloe was three years old when she became Chloe Holden, but her adoption didn’t scar her, and she’s had a great life. Now, fourteen years later, her loving parents’ marriage has fallen apart and her mom has moved them to Joyful, Texas. Starting twelfth grade as the new kid at school, everything Chloe loved about her life is gone. And feelings of déjà vu from her early childhood start haunting her.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">When Chloe meets Cash Colton she feels drawn to him, as though they're kindred spirits. Until Cash tells her the real reason he sought her out: Chloe looks exactly like the daughter his foster parents lost years ago, and he’s determined to figure out the truth.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">As Chloe and Cash delve deeper into her adoption, the more things don’t add up, and the more strange things start happening. Why is Chloe’s adoption a secret that people would kill for?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="background-color: white;">The book starts out with Chloe driving back to her mom's with her dad. She's full of anger at her father and is pretty much mad at the world (I think every teen has felt this way at least once). She has a new life in a town she doesn't want to live in. She has to be a parent to her mother and has little time to be a teenager.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="background-color: white;">On the ride back into town, she bumps into a mysterious guy about her age. He's not very nice but she's still pulled to him (I felt like because she found him hot). As time goes on, he bumps into her more and more and neither of them can resist their attraction. After a little while, he tells her she looks like his foster parents' long lost child and at first she denies it could be her. But the more they look into it the more she starts to believe him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="background-color: white;">Chloe deals with her parents' crap so well for a teenager that I admire her for it. Yeah, sometimes she moans about it, but she takes care of her mother when she shouldn't have to and helps get her the help she needs. She also set her father straight. She had the maturity and balls to do something most kids (even adults) couldn't do.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="background-color: white;">Cash is intriguing. He's tossed around foster homes after his father's death (he blames himself). His father was the opposite of what a parent should be and he didn't have much luck in the system until he found his newest foster parents. They want to spoil him but he doesn't take advantage of them. He actually grows to love them, emotions I wasn't sure he could feel since at the beginning he seemed so hostile. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="background-color: white;">I always LOVE C.C Hunter's romances! It sucks me in and I can't stop reading until it's over and then I WANT MORE. I also love how she perfectly blends romance and mystery into this story. I can't get over the fact how well she writes YA and it truly feels like she's in the mind of a teenager. I've felt every single emotion her characters do.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="background-color: white;">What I disliked: I didn't want Cash to enlighten her on why he seeked her out so early in the book. BUT that didn't destroy the story, instead, it added a different twist.</span></span></div>
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My Reading Obsessionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08803769252170873165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323359367264922095.post-32512713513583839652018-07-02T07:19:00.002-07:002018-07-02T07:19:37.885-07:00Because You're Mine Cover Reveal!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">When you grow up in the most feared mafia family, it's easy to identify the kind of men that are bad news. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">They're the ones with experience.
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<span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">From the minute I laid eyes on Lorenzo, I knew he wasn't just bad news.
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<span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">He’s too mysterious, too gorgeous, too wild, and now, he wants me.
</span><span style="color: black;">I should run far away.
</span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">So why am I racing toward him?
</span><span style="color: black;">I’m totally going to get burned.
</span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">I know it.
</span><span style="color: black;">A man like Lorenzo won’t leave me unscathed.
</span><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400;">He'll make ashes of me.</span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Meet Claire:</span></strong></div>
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<a href="https://thereadreportblog.files.wordpress.com/2018/03/clairecontreras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="ClaireContreras" border="0" class=" wp-image-6855 alignleft" height="200" src="https://thereadreportblog.files.wordpress.com/2018/03/clairecontreras.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Claire Contreras is a New York Times Best Selling Author. Her books range from romantic suspense to contemporary romance and are currently translated in seven different languages. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">
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</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">She lives in Miami, Fl with her husband, two adorable boys, three bulldogs, and two stray cats that she refuses to admit are hers (even though they live on her porch, she named them, and continues to feed them). When she's not writing, she's usually lost in a book. </span></span></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">R.L. Kenderson is here today to share the release of her new romance, <em>Nasty!</em> Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today! </span></strong></h2>
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<strong>Title: <em>Nasty</em></strong></h2>
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<strong>About <em>Nasty: </em></strong></h2>
Piper Stevens had already met—and lost—the love of her life. When she buried her husband, she buried her chance for a happily ever after…but also found a shoulder to lean on in Nate.
As a commitment-phobe womanizer, Nate Hall has never had a female as a friend, but he made a promise to his buddy before he passed. Take care of Piper.
And these days? He can’t imagine his life without her.
Now, a year later, things Piper thought were long gone are beginning to come back.
Like her previously healthy libido.
Except she can't picture dating someone in her husband's place, nor can she sleep with a stranger either.
So, she turns to Nate. After all, he's the perfect choice. He's her friend but also a player. He cares about her but they'll never fall in love…and she won’t get hurt. Not like she did when she lost her husband.
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<a href="https://www.books2read.com/b/mlKBpA">Dirty (Book #1)</a></h2>
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Piper and Jordan had moved to the area in January the
previous year, and when they had first moved, it had been all about getting
situated. Jordan had settled into his new job while Piper had to search for her
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After that had come his funeral and sorting out all the
paperwork after someone passed, all while trying to deal with grief. For a
while, the only people Piper had seen outside of work were her mom and Nate.
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But she’d slowly started coming back to life a few months
ago, and that was when Nate had really started bringing his friends around. She
knew he’d been afraid that she’d be lonely with no family in the area. She felt
like she was almost back to normal. Well, her <i>new</i> normal because she was never going to be the same person she had
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And, now, she was grateful that Nate had introduced her to
Elise. The two of them got along great, and while Nate was her best friend,
sometimes, a lady just needed some girl time. They still didn’t know each other
that well, but Piper hoped that could change.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nate and Luke burst through the front door, shirtless,
sweaty, and laughing. They went straight to the food without a word to either
of the women and dug in like they hadn’t eaten for a week. Neither of them
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“I apologize for my husband’s table manners—or lack
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Nate nestled in the corner of the counter and laughed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Luke swallowed and smiled. “But I’m your pig.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Elise turned to Piper. “Do you care if I get a glass of
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Piper jumped from the stool, feeling like a terrible
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“Yes, I do. My mother would pass out from shame if I didn’t
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Elise sat back down and laughed. “I understand.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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reached from behind her, she felt his naked chest against her back. A tingle
went down her spine, straight to her belly, and she dropped her hands to the
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Renae has always loved reading, and in third grade, she wrote her first poem where she learned she might have a knack for this writing thing. Lara remembers sneaking her grandmother’s Harlequin novels when she was probably too young to be reading them, and since then, she knew she wanted to write her own.
When they met in college, they bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed. What really spiced up their friendship was when Lara introduced Renae to romance novels. When they discovered their first vampire romance, they knew there would always be a special place in their hearts for paranormal romance. After being unable to find certain storylines and characteristics they wanted to read about in the hundreds of books they consumed, they decided to write their own.
One lives in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area and the other in the Kansas City area where they’re a sonographer/stay-at-home mom/wife and pharmacist/mother by day, and together they’re a sexy author by night. They communicate through phone, email, and whole lot of messaging.
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-weight: 400;">I forgave, but I haven’t forgotten, and it’s a road I’ll never go down again. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-weight: 400;">My career has become my life instead. I’m Max Graham, the biggest music agent in the business. Women love me, but I don’t do love anymore. I’ve found another way to meet my needs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-weight: 400;">Eve Kennedy—stylist to the stars and total bombshell. By far, she’s the most daring woman I’ve ever had in my bed with a sexual appetite as ferocious as mine. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">We might just have the hottest sex life in Miami </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">and</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;"> LA.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-weight: 400;">Best-selling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.</span></div>
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My Reading Obsessionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08803769252170873165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323359367264922095.post-82657125115558252022018-06-28T10:44:00.004-07:002018-06-28T10:44:52.182-07:00Fixing Her is OUT NOW<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"> When we were younger, Temperance Price was the quiet girl with dreamy eyes who hung on my every word. She was always beautiful, but I had plans to get out of Red Oak and make a life of my own. </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ten years later, a crushing tragedy has brought me home again—right back to her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">The innocent girl I left is gone, and in her place is a sassy single mom I can’t get out of my head. She’s hired me to fix her house, but I have other things in mind. </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">She thinks I’m just a handyman. </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">She thinks we’re only friends. </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">I think what really needs to be fixed is her whole perspective.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">Miranda is a loving wife and barely surviving mother of three occasionally good kids. Her hobbies include lying to herself about the calories in donuts and banana pudding, as well as running out of excuses when procrastinating. She's been an avid reader since she was a young girl. Whether she's by the pool, curled up in bed, or hiding in the closet, as long as she has a book in her hands she’s happy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"><b>This Heart Of Mine</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"> A new heart saved her life—but will it help her find out what really happened to its donor?</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;"> Seventeen-year-old Leah MacKenzie is heartless. An artificial heart in a backpack is keeping her alive. However, this route only offers her a few years. And with her rare blood type, a transplant isn’t likely. Living like you are dying isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. But when a heart becomes available, she’s given a second chance at life. Except Leah discovers who the donor was — a boy from her school — and they’re saying he killed himself. Plagued with dreams since the transplant, she realizes she may hold the clues to what really happened.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;"> Matt refuses to believe his twin killed himself. When Leah seeks him out, he learns they are both having similar dreams and he’s certain it means something. While unraveling the secrets of his brother’s final moments, Leah and Matt find each other, and a love they are terrified to lose. But life and even new hearts don’t come with guarantees. Who knew living took more courage than dying?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> They say Matt's brother killed himself but he won't believe it. He knew his brother was going through a lot but he also knew he wouldn't kill himself. No one would believe him. . . Except Leah. Together, they search for answers and start to fall for each other.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;"> This book opened my eyes to a world I haven't seen. Yes -- I have decided to be a donor if anything happened to me (even before reading this) and I couldn't be happier now. This heart wrenching story is something a lot more people need to read, teens and adults!</span></span></div>
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My Reading Obsessionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08803769252170873165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323359367264922095.post-48870677206907398602017-09-28T07:06:00.002-07:002017-09-28T07:06:16.274-07:00REVIEW: THE FIRE QUEEN BY EMILY R. KING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">n the second book in The Hundredth Queen Series, Emily R. King once again follows a young warrior queen’s rise to meet her destiny in a richly imagined world of sorcery and forbidden powers.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Though the tyrant rajah she was forced to marry is dead, Kalinda’s troubles are far from over. A warlord has invaded the imperial city, and now she’s in exile. But she isn’t alone. Kalinda has the allegiance of Captain Deven Naik, her guard and beloved, imprisoned for treason and stripped of command. With the empire at war, their best hope is to find Prince Ashwin, the rajah’s son, who has promised Deven’s freedom on one condition: that Kalinda will fight and defeat three formidable opponents.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">But as Kalinda’s tournament strengths are once again challenged, so too is her relationship with Deven. While Deven fears her powers, Ashwin reveres them—as well as the courageous woman who wields them. Kalinda comes to regard Ashwin as the only man who can repair a warring world and finds herself torn between her allegiance to Deven and a newly found respect for the young prince.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">With both the responsibility to protect her people and the fate of those she loves weighing heavily upon her, Kalinda is forced again to compete. She must test the limits of her fire powers and her hard-won wisdom. But will that be enough to unite the empire without sacrificing all she holds dear?</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">I TRIED TO MAKE THIS REVIEW *SPOILER FREE* SO IF SOME OF IT SOUNDS VAGUE IT'S BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO GIVE AWAY THE GOOOOD STUFF!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">This is the second installment in The Hundredth Queen series. Kalinda is on the run with Deven, Natesa, Yatin, Brac, who all escaped with her. Two people (sent from an ally) come to retrieve them to bring them to the kingdom next door in order to reunite them with Prince Ashwin, the heir to the throne. When they arrive, Kali finds out that she can't escape her role as kindred and has to compete in a tournament AGAIN to win kindred for Prince Ashwin. All throughout the book, she struggles with trying to figure out if she really wants to be kindred and help her people or if she just wants to be free from her shackles.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This book shows a lot of depth into Kali's mind as a girl who was taken out of her childhood/teenaged life and thrown into a den full of wolves where she had to learn to fight and defend herself or die. She grew so much during this second book, she didn't come out the same in the end. I also enjoyed her new friendship with one of the other </span>competitors<span style="font-family: inherit;">. It was nice to see female bonding instead of them just being enemies like in the first book.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Deven, on the other hand, went in reverse. He was thrown into a soldier camp (where they were practically prisoners) and no one respected him because he "betrayed" the throne. All the while, he only thought about was his feelings for Kali and how she was the kindred and that he couldn't have her. HE KNEW FROM THE BEGINNING OF BOOK 1 WHAT HER ROLE WAS. But toward the end of the book, he finally started to become useful and think about his kingdom and his soldiers again other than just Kali.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">I normally hate second books in a series but this one was amazing. I enjoyed every second of it. Fast paced, burning romance, warrior sisters who learn to only rely on themselves... All equal a fantastic YA Fantasy!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: inherit;">Emily R. King is a reader of everything and a writer of fantasy. Born in Canada and raised in the USA, she has perfected the use of “eh” and “y’all” and uses both interchangeably. Shark advocate, consumer of gummy bears, and islander at heart, Emily’s greatest interests are her four children. She’s a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators and an active participant in her local writers’ community. She lives in Northern Utah with her family and their cantankerous cat.</span></span>My Reading Obsessionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08803769252170873165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323359367264922095.post-39368956905573211792017-04-05T08:51:00.000-07:002017-04-05T08:51:13.524-07:00MORE THAN A FEELING RELEASE DAY & EXCERPT<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black;">When Cooper Hood left Snowberry, Montana ten years ago, he swore he’d never go back to the town that painted him with the same brush as his addict mother. But right in the middle of his band’s national tour he gets a call to come home: his mom’s got a whopper of a secret to reveal.</span></h3>
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<span style="color: black;"> Daisy Charbonneau’s in trouble. The talent she hired for her resort’s annual Huckleberry Festival just bailed on her, and she’s desperate to find a replacement act. Luck turns her way when she discovers her high school crush is back in town—and he happens to be a rock star.</span></h3>
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<span style="color: black;"> As they work together, a crush deepens into so much more, but who falls in love in two weeks?</span></h3>
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Cade Jenkins is a study in loss. At twenty-five he lost his parents, his dreams, and his career on the pro surfing circuit. He gained guardianship of his two younger brothers, responsibility for an entire ranch, and a life without love.
Nina Cline is on the mend. Her cheating fiance is in the rear view, and she's concentrating on her job as an organic certification consultant. Now that she's gained her independence, Nina will never make the mistake of giving it away again. Especially to some anonymous hookup she meets at a beachside bar...no matter how good he looks in the water. Then she meets her newest Big Sur client and realizes that the beach bum that curled her toes is her new boss—and he thinks “organic” is a dirty word.
As tensions, tempers, and chemistry reach a boiling point at the ranch, these two heartbroken souls will need to decide if they’re willing to take a chance again, or let the love of a lifetime slip away with the tide.
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There was nothing that soothed Cade’s battered soul more
than the ocean. He’d been that way as long as he could remember, spending every
available moment at the beach, in the water, following his dad from wave to wave
until he’d been better on a board than the old man. As he looked at the water
now, he could almost see the outline of his dad’s form, riding the long tail of
a wave midway out, sun on his hair that was the exact color of Cade’s, water
spraying on his tan skin, weathered from the years of being outdoors. The
familiar ache that was his companion so much of the last six years caught him
like a hoof to the gut, and he swallowed, tasting the lime and tequila in the
back of his throat as he blinked the painful image away.</div>
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And that was when he saw her. She was leaning on the glass
wall that ran along the edge of the deck, her blonde curls blowing in the light
breeze that came off the water. She had on a sundress, white cotton, like a
little girl’s, but it was backless, tiny straps running over her slim
shoulders, and with the sun shining through it, the long skirt was nearly
transparent. He could see enough to know that she was wearing thong underwear
or none at all, and that her legs were long and lean, curved in all the right
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Before he could think about it, he’d snatched the other two
shots off the bar and was walking toward her, drawn like a moth to a flame,
ready to incinerate himself for only a moment of warmth. As he drew closer, he
saw another man approaching from across the deck. He gave the guy a hard look,
and the dude stepped off, hands up to communicate “no harm no foul.” Cade slid
into position to her right and set the shots down on the railing.</div>
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“Tequila?” he asked, turning to look at her profile. She had
high cheekbones, and her skin was dark for a blonde, a beautiful golden shade
that made her look like she’d walked off the pages of a swimsuit magazine. Her
nose was straight and small, turning up ever so slightly on the end, but her
lips were full, covered in some sort of peach shiny stuff that Cade thought
might taste quite good if he could lick it off her.</div>
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She turned to look at him when he spoke to her, and the
breath was knocked clean out of him. Instead of the standard blue eyes that he’d
expect from a blonde, hers were amber, almost glowing under the frame of thick
black lashes. She blinked up at him, and Cade’s sore heart gave a jolt that
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Jessa Mae Love is done with relationships. No matter how tempting he might be, she cannot--will not--fall for a man like Lance Cortez. The outrageously handsome cowboy is practically a living legend in Colorado, as famous for riding bulls as he is for breaking hearts. What would a big-time rodeo star like him see in a small-town veterinarian who wears glasses, rescues animals, and cries when watching rom-coms? Turns out, <i>plenty.</i></h2>
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Raising bulls, riding the circuit, and looking after his ailing father--Lance never stands still for long. Yet Jessa catches his attention, and the more she tries to resist him, the more he wants her. When she agrees to move to the ranch to keep an eye on Lance's dad, Jessa tells him they have to keep it professional: no flirting, no sweet talk, and definitely no kissing. But with Jessa now living under his roof, that's easier said than done . . .</h2>
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"Charming, witty, and fun. There's no better read. I enjoyed every word!"―<b><i>Debbie Macomber, #1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author on <em>No Better Man</em></i></b></h2>
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"Richardson's debut packs a powerful emotional punch. [Her] deft characterization creates a hero and heroine who will elicit laughs in some places and tears in others."―<b><i><em>Publishers Weekly</em> on <em>No Better Man</em></i></b></h2>
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"4 stars! Hot! Richardson brings us a modern read set in beautiful Aspen. Her brisk storytelling and the charming, endearing characters set within a solid, engaging plot make this sweet romance shine. A strong and vulnerable Bryce, coupled with a determined, lighthearted Avery, will appeal to readers, especially with their sizzling chemistry. This is a truly delightful read."―<b><i><em>RT Book Reviews</em> on <em>No Better Man</em></i></b></h2>
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"Fresh, fun, well-written, a dazzling debut."―<b><i>Lori Wilde, <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author on <em>No Better Man</em></i></b></h2>
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"The perfect balance of humor, heart and heat. I couldn't put it down! Sara Richardson will sweep you away."―<b><i>Christie Craig, <em>New York Times </em>bestselling author on <em>No Better Man </em></i></b></h2>
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"An enjoyable read. Richardson's spunky, baseball-lovin' heroine is delightful!"―<b><i>Katie Lane, <i>USA Today</i> bestselling author on <em>No Better Man</em></i></b></h2>
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Her eyes fell shut and blocked out everything except for the feel of his mouth, the curve of it, the wet warmth, the way his lips melted into hers. They were firm, but tender, too, so skilled and wonderful it broke open her chest. <u></u><u></u></div>
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Heat flowed in until she was dizzy with it, drowning in it, but just as she lost the power to stand on her own, Lance’s hands moved to her hips and hitched her closer to his body. She let herself lean into him, sliding her hands up his ripped chest, lightly sweeping her fingers over the bandage. God, he was perfection. <u></u><u></u></div>
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His lips moved to her ear, while his fingers carefully brushed her hair out of the way. “I think you’re right,” he breathed. “My life might never be the same.” His tongue traced the ridge of her ear while his heavy breaths grazed her neck and made her legs falter. <u></u><u></u></div>
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He must’ve felt her wobble, because he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her body against his. “Damn, Jessa…” He kissed his way down her neck. “You smell good.”<u></u><u></u></div>
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“Vanilla sugar shower gel,” she gasped, letting her head tilt to the side. <u></u><u></u></div>
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“Mmmm. I like it.” He slid his tongue back up her neck and his lips found hers again. This time he kissed her harder, like he wanted more. <u></u><u></u></div>
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<span class="m_6852261114218354447ITAL">Yes. More.</span> There could be so much more…<u></u><u></u></div>
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Lance shifted, guiding her until her back was against the refrigerator. Things were falling, magnets and papers, but none of that mattered because Lance was pressed against her, his tongue stroking hers, his hips grinding against her body. The feel of him hard and desperate against her sent her heart spiraling. A frantic moan escaped, and Lance smiled against her lips. She let her head fall back so she could draw in a breath, but she hit the refrigerator. <u></u><u></u></div>
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A loud crash froze her. Lance pulled away. Those bottles of Jack Daniel’s that had been on top of the fridge now lay next to their feet. <u></u><u></u></div>
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“At least they didn’t break.” Lance started to laugh but she pressed her hand against his mouth. “It’s not funny! What if your dad—”<u></u><u></u></div>
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“What in god’s name is that racket?” came from down the hall.<u></u><u></u></div>
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“Oh no,” she hissed. “Oh god…”<u></u><u></u></div>
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Lance still had a big silly grin on his face. “It’s nothing, Dad,” he called, but the man came charging around the corner anyway. <u></u><u></u></div>
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Jessa pushed back and pretended to inspect the bandage. “Well, there we go. Everything looks good.” She glanced up and forced a smile, but she’d like to bet he could see the vein in her forehead pulsing. “Hey, Luis. Sorry about the noise. I was bandaging Lance up and we accidentally knocked over the bottles.” Her bright red face had to be a dead giveaway that the whole sentence was a lie. Not to mention her dilated eyes. <u></u><u></u></div>
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“No problem,” she intoned, as if answering a complete stranger. “Next time, don’t wait so long to get it cleaned up.”<u></u><u></u></div>
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A spark smiled in his eyes. “I definitely won’t.”<u></u><u></u></div>
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“Guess I should get going then.” Lance clapped his dad’s shoulder on his way out the door. “Night Pops.” <u></u><u></u></div>
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Luis didn’t respond. He simply watched his son leave, then he turned to Jessa. “So nothing’s going on between you two.” <u></u><u></u></div>
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She invoked her laser focus to put away the first aid supplies. “Uh-huh. Nope. Nothing.”<u></u><u></u></div>
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<strong>Comeback Cowboy - Coming June 27th, 2017!</strong></h3>
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<strong>Sara Richardson</strong> grew up chasing adventure in Colorado’s rugged mountains. She’s climbed to the top of a 14,000-foot peak at midnight, swam through Class IV rapids, completed her wilderness first-aid certification, and spent seven days at a time tromping through the wilderness with a thirty-pound backpack strapped to her shoulders.
Eventually, Sara did the responsible thing and got an education in writing and journalism. After five years in the corporate writing world, she stopped ignoring the voices in her head and started writing fiction. Now, she uses her experience as a mountain adventure guide to write stories that incorporate adventure with romance. Still indulging her adventurous spirit, Sara lives and plays in Colorado with her saint of a husband and two young sons. Her first contemporary romance, No Better Man, was released by Grand Central forever 2015.
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Today we are celebrating the cover reveal of LEI'D WITH CUPCAKES by Bethany Lopez. This book is a romantic comedy/suspense title that will be released March 27th. Check out the cover, blurb, and excerpt below. This book is currently up for pre-order now so go grab your copy! Enter below for a chance to win a paperback bundle of <em>Always Room for Cupcakes</em> and <em>Cupcake Overload</em>!</h1>
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<strong>Lei’d with Cupcakes by Bethany Lopez
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<strong>Genre: Romantic Comedy/Suspense
Date of release: Mar 27, 2017
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<span id="freeText5548808089035889988">Everybody dreams of a Hawaiian Vacation…</span>
They sell you on the drinks with little umbrella’s, dolphin watching, and long walks on the beach. Which probably happens, if you’re that lucky schmuck living out your dream with your destination wedding, but if you’re a fish out of water PI like me, there’s no time for relaxing because trouble is never far behind.
Instead of cocktails, I ended up dealing with the seedy underbelly of The Big Island.
And, I didn’t see one damn dolphin while undercover on a boat which was spilling over with drug dealers, Kingpins, and Pedophiles.
Elin and Elena think Cade's family are the coolest people outside of Snapchat, but it’s hard to meet the parents when your boyfriend is in his late thirties and has never had a serious relationship.
I’d never missed my girls so much in my life, but Amy May, Bea, and Carmen are all dealing with issues of their own, and can’t come to my rescue.
The only thing that may help me with this “vacation” is if I could get Lei’d with Cupcakes.
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, SEX, SOME VIOLENCE, AND SHENANIGANS. IF NONE OF THAT BOTHERS YOU, GRAB A CUPCAKE AND READ ON!
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When it was our turn to disembark, Cade pulled out suitcases down from the overhead compartment, and we started off the plane. First Cade, with his well-worn leather backpack slung over one shoulder and a ratty Army green duffel in his hand. Then Elin and Elena, with their Harry Potter and Star Wars rolling bags, and finally, me, trailing behind with my new hard case roller, wondering why I’d been in such a hurry to land when all I wanted to do in that moment was run back to the plane.<br />
With every step closer to the arrival area, my stomach grew tight and my buzz started to fade. By the time we stepped out of the corridor into the open space, filled with happy sounds and tons of people, I was ready to upchuck the six tiny bottles of vodka that had seemed like such a good idea in flight.<br />
I looked up in time to see a tall woman hugging Cade tightly, while a handsome, older version of Cade was placing lei’s around the twins’ necks. I plastered a smile on my face and as I joined the group, all eyes turned to me.<br />
Cade’s mother’s face lit up, as she looked to him and said, “Nice job, Hiapo, she’s got great hips.”
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<strong>AUTHOR INFORMATION:</strong></h1>
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Award-Winning Author Bethany Lopez began self-publishing in June 2011. She's a lover of all things romance: books, movies, music, and life, and she incorporates that into the books she writes. When she isn't reading or writing, she loves spending time with her husband and children, traveling whenever possible. Some of her favorite things are: Kristen Ashley Books, coffee in the morning, and In N Out burgers.
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<em>Run for the hills—temporarily</em>. That’s Colbie Albright’s plan when she flees New York for San Francisco. Wrangling her crazy family by day and writing a bestselling YA fantasy series by night has taken its toll. In short, Colbie’s so over it that she’s under it. She’s also under the waters of a historic San Francisco fountain within an hour of arrival. Fortunately, the guy who fishes Colbie out has her looking forward to Christmas among strangers. But she’s pretty sure Spencer Baldwin won’t be a stranger for long.</div>
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The bathroom door opened, and even better than his fantasy, Colbie emerged from a cloud of steam, her willowy body wrapped in one of his towels, her exposed skin gleaming and dewy damp. Her hair had been piled on top of her head, but wavy strands had escaped, clinging to her neck and shoulders.
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He couldn’t tear his gaze off of her. There was just something so uncalculated about her, so . . . natural and easy. She was like a beacon to him, which was both crazy and more than a little terrifying.
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Clearly not seeing him against the wall, she moved with an effortless grace to the suitcase she’d left at the door. Bending low enough to give him a near heart attack, she rifled through her things, mumbling to herself that she should’ve researched more about how to be a normal person instead of how to kill someone with an everyday object.
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“Do you kill a lot of people, then?” Spence asked.<br />
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“Motherforker!” she said with a startled squeak of surprise, whirling to face him, almost losing her grip on the towel.<br />
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Five days a week, Spence worked out hard in this gym. Mostly to outrun his demons, but the upside was he could run miles without losing his breath. But he lost his breath now.<br />
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And that wasn’t his body’s only reaction.
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And don’t miss the previous books in Jill Shalvis’s Heartbreaker Bay Series, SWEET LITTLE LIES, THE TROUBLE WITH MISTLETOE, ONE SNOWY NIGHT and ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE, now available! <a href="http://jillshalvis.com/series/heartbreaker-bay/" target="_blank">Grab your copies HERE</a>!</h2>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Jamie Shaw</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Releasing February 21st, 2017</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When Hailey
Harper left her family farm to enroll in veterinary school, she had a plan:
keep her head down, ace her classes, and most importantly... don't upset the
uncle paying her tuition. Translation? Don't piss off his dramatic,
self-absorbed daughter, Danica, even if she's a nightmare to live with.<br />
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Falling in love with her cousin's rock star ex-boyfriend was definitely not
part of the plan.<br />
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As the drummer of a now-famous rock band, Mike Madden could have any girl he
wants. He's sweet, funny, romantic, talented--and the only guy that's ever made
Hailey's heart do cartwheels in her chest. The more she gets to know him, the
harder she falls, but Hailey knows they can never be more than friends… because
Danica wants him back, and she'll fight dirty to win.<br />
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Mike is falling for Hailey too, but Danica's threats and his rock star
life-music video shoots, international tours, obsessed fans-could tear them
apart before they've even begun. Hailey isn't sure she's the one for him, but
Mike's waited years for a girl like her… and he'll do anything to prove it.</span><span style="font-family: "book antiqua" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Gabrielle's 4 **** review:</b></span><br />
I fell in love with Mike Madden right away when he was first introduced. He was nice, loved video games, and didn't hook up with random girls just because he could. Mike is the drummer in an up and coming band (the last ones to know). He's usually in the background, not drawing attention to himself but that didn't mean girls didn't dream about him.<br />
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Havoc starts out with his ex-girlfriend trying to get back with him. Danica is mean but beautiful so he was blinded by her beauty and fell in love with her when they were in high school. So, when he sees her again, and she wants to get back with him, he seems to say, "Why the hell not?"<br />
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Hailey, Danica's down to earth cousin, finds a friend in Mike. After their first night playing video games together they seem to find time whenever they can to play together. But with Mike's sweetness to not only her but to her little brother, Hailey finds herself falling for her cousin's man.<br />
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When Dee and Rowan see the sparks between Mike and Hailey they try to plot to get the two of them together. Their mutual hatred for Danica and their affection toward Mike motivate them more than anything.<br />
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But when Danica finds out that the two of them are attracted to each other, she threatens to take everything away from Hailey. So, that means that Hailey has to figure out if Mike is worth losing everything for.<br />
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Lets start with what I LOVED about Havoc:<br />
I loved how Mike and Hailey played video games together and they could just be themselves with each other. No pretending. No bullsh*t.<br />
I loved how Dee and Rowan still had a part in this story even though they aren't part of the band. They pulled Hailey into their inner circle and gave her true friendships.<br />
I loved how Mike fought for Hailey.<br />
All those things combined made me plow through the book in almost one sitting. I fell in love with Jamie's series in the first book and I knew I wouldn't be let down by Mike's story even though his was the last. I felt I could relate to the story a lot because my fiance and I connected with each other through video games.<br />
Some things that I didn't like as much:<br />
That Mike went back with Danica (HATE HER).<br />
That Mike had to leave for a tour.<br />
I wasn't a huge fan of the music video scene and it seemed to take up a lot of the story. (It was well written so that is my opinion and you will probably love it).<br />
Overall, this is one of my top contemporary reads so far of the year. If you haven't read the first book (Mayhem) then you need to like NOW. You won't regret picking up this amazing series. You'll wish you were either in their band (the last ones to know) or you were one of their awesome girlfriends (can that happen, like for real?).<br />
As sad as I am that the series has come to an end, Havoc was a satisfying finale. Good job, Jamie!!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">THE MEN OF MAYHEM?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> At a door near the back corner of the room, my fun-loving cousin marches right up to the first</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">security guard she sees, who also happens to be approximately five zillion times her size, with</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">muscles made of stone and a face to match. “Who do I need to talk to to get backstage?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> At her bossy tone, Muscle-man lifts an eyebrow. “The Easter Bunny?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> “Excuse me?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> “No one’s allowed backstage.” The arms he crosses over his chest warn that he isn’t messing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">around.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> “I’m with Mike,” Danica lies, and after studying her for a moment, Muscle-man laughs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> “Sure you are.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> “I am!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> When Muscle-man just smiles at her like she’s a petulant child, Danica resorts to acting like</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">one. She demands to see his boss and threatens to get him fired. When that doesn’t work, she</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">resorts to curse words. And when those have no effect, all hell breaks loose.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> She’s torpedoing her finger into his chest and shouting something about his inbred gene pool</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">when I try to pull her away from him. But Danica is on a rampage, and all my efforts get me is </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">hard shove that nearly knocks me on my ass. At five-feet tall, one hundred and three pounds,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I’m not exactly in a position to throw my weight around, and I don’t make a second attempt to</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">try. I’m rubbing my tender collarbone when the security guy picks my assailant up off her feet,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">and I helplessly follow as he carries her outside.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> After serving as an armrest for a sweaty gigantor inside the club, after obliterating my eardrums</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">in front of the world’s biggest speakers, after getting knocked around like a bratty child’s toy all</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">night, all I want is to take a hot shower and crawl into my own bed to sleep for a week straight.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Instead, I stand on the sidewalk outside of Mayhem, frowning at the furious look on Danica’s</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">face as she glares at the big metal door the security guard just shut behind him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> She came here for one thing, and I know she’s not leaving until she gets it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> “You didn’t have to push me,” I mutter, and her eyes flare.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> “You should’ve had my back!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> “And done what? Bite his ankles?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> In her four-inch wedge boots, Danica towers above me. I stare way up at her, trying to</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">remember the girl who played dolls with me up in my parents’ hay loft. But she’s lost</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">somewhere behind fake lashes and fifteen years of getting everything she&#39;s wanted.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> “You’ve been nothing but a bitch this whole time,” she snaps, and I sigh and pull my shirt away</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">from my skin again, letting the cool night air dry the sweat beaded on my lower back. There’s no </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">point in trying to defend myself. In Danica’s mind, she’s always simultaneously the victim and </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">the hero, and as her non-rent- paying roommate, I’ve learned to just accept that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> I appreciate everything she’s done for me. I do. If she hadn’t been the little voice in her father’s </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ear, persuading him to fund my schooling and begging him to make some calls to get us </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">enrolled, I’d be home mucking stalls, not following my dreams. Her dad pays all of my bills—my </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">tuition, my insurance, my living expenses, all of them. And while I suspect that Danica’s sudden </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">interest in my life wasn’t entirely genuine—she’d flunked out of college before, and I think her </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">dad was only open to the idea of her going back if she was living off-campus with a responsible </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">roommate, AKA her boring farm-girl cousin—I owe her. I owe her the roof over my head and the </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">massive student loan debt I don’t have.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> When her phone rings, she wastes no time dismissing me to answer it. “Katie?” she says. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Guess who just got kicked out of the fucking club. Yes! Because this asshole bouncer wouldn’t </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">let me backstage.” She gives me a dirty look. “Just stood there doing nothing. I know! No, she </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">didn’t even try. Getting a place with her was stupid.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> An icy chill slithers up the back of my neck, and I chew the inside of my lip. Because of my </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">uncle’s insistence that I focus all of my energy on school right now instead of also finding a part-</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">time job, I have no income. My only “job” is not pissing off his daughter. And it’s a job that I’m </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">learning I am very, very bad at.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> With my mouth shut, I slink away before my mere presence can enrage Danica further, and </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">when she asks where I’m going, I make up the lamest excuse ever. “To read this flyer over </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">here.”</span><br />
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<b>Interview with the author:</b><br />
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<b>How is Hailey
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Hailey’s character is really layered, and she rarely fell
into any extreme: she wasn’t super confident, but she’d stand up for herself
when she had to; she didn’t believe she was pretty, but she knew she wasn’t
ugly; she couldn’t stand her cousin, but she had a sense of family loyalty
ingrained in her values. All of these middle-of-the-road characteristics made
her feel very real, but they also made her difficult to write. I often had
trouble figuring out how she’d act in a situation—more like the story was
pushing her instead of her pushing the story. All of my heroines develop and
change throughout their stories—something that I feel is an essential element
of the New Adult genre—but Hailey’s major obstacle was her confidence, and that
involved a deep level of exploration and growth that I think a lot of readers
are really going to relate to.</div>
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<b>Did you have to do
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In each of my Mayhem series books, I try to throw in some
cool rock star element. In MAYHEM, the heroine went on tour with the band. In
RIOT, the heroine went to a giant music festival. In CHAOS, the heroine was part
of the band, so we got to see performing and touring from her perspective. And
in HAVOC, Hailey gets to see (and be part of) a big-budget music video shoot! I
had the video all planned out in my head, but since I had no idea how music
video production actually works, I contacted an actual music video producer to
find out. Since Taking Back Sunday was one of the big inspirations for the band
in my books, I decided to start by checking out some of my favorite music
videos by them and seeing who produced them. Then, I emailed that person,
hoping and praying that they’d take the time to respond, and I <i>freaked the hell out</i> when they responded
right away! The producer taught me all sorts of cool things about the
production process, staff, and equipment, and it really helped me make those
music video scenes much more authentic and detailed.</div>
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<b>Readers have always
loved the group dynamics and cast of characters in this series—can we expect to
see those side characters and the couples from earlier books in HAVOC?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Yes! Because HAVOC is the final book in the series, it was
very important to me to not only make sure Mike and Hailey got the happy ending
they deserved, but to make sure that I ended the entire series—<i>all</i> of the romances, from <i>all</i> of the books—in a way that left
readers content and smiling. In HAVOC, we get to see Adam and Rowan from
MAYHEM, we get to see Dee and Joel from RIOT, we get to see Kit and Shawn from
CHAOS, and we even get to see a ton of other series favorites: Leti, Kale,
Kit’s brothers, Van... and even a surprise mention at the very end that ties
everything together in a way I couldn’t be happier with. <span style="font-family: "wingdings"; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></div>
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Mike had a Horcrux, what would it be?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span class="uficommentbody"><span style="font-family: "calibri"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Easy! His drumsticks!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A
resident of South Central Pennsylvania, <b>JAMIE SHAW</b>'s two biggest dreams
in life were to be a published author and to be a mom. Now, she's living both
of those dreams and loving every minute of it. When she's not spending time
with her husband and their young son, she's writing novels with relatable
heroines and swoon-worthy leading men. With her MS in Professional Writing and
a passion for all things romance, her goal is always to make readers laugh,
cry, squirm, curse, and swoon their pants off, all within the span of a single
story. She loves interacting with readers, and she always aims to add new names
to their book boyfriend lists.</span><span style="font-family: "book antiqua" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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My Reading Obsessionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08803769252170873165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323359367264922095.post-18621088864044200712017-02-22T05:49:00.000-08:002017-02-22T05:49:13.681-08:00MISTER MONEYBAGS COVER REVEAL<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="text-align: center;">New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Authors Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward have teamed up once again to bring you another chance meeting, another Cocky Bastard who will charm his way into your heart on April 10th, 2017.</span></span></b></div>
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She was on her way to interview me when we got stuck.</h3>
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The beautiful, raven-haired reporter assumed I was a delivery guy because of the way I was dressed.</h3>
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She had no clue I was really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she’d dubbed “Mister Moneybags”—her afternoon appointment.</h3>
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Bianca told me how much she hated Dex’s type—snobby, over educated, silver- spooned men who didn't appreciate the simple things in life.</h3>
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So, after the elevator finally started moving again, I cancelled the interview and let her believe I was someone I wasn’t—a bike messenger named Jay. I loved the way she looked at the fake me and didn't want it to end.</h3>
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I began dating her as “Jay”—all the while letting her interview the real me over email.</h3>
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I didn’t expect that our chemistry online would be just as hot.</h3>
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I didn’t expect the mess I’d gotten myself into.</h3>
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I didn’t expect that Jay and Dex would fall in love with her.</h3>
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And she was falling for two men.</h3>
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Only, both men were me.</h3>
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And when she found out, we were both going to lose her.</h3>
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Nothing could have prepared me for that day. And I certainly wasn't prepared for what came after.</h3>
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All good things must come to an end, right?
<em>Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.</em></h3>
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Vi Keeland is a #1 <em>New York Times</em> Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twelve languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a fifteen-time New York Times bestseller of twelve novels.
Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life.
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12 Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…</div>
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<em> </em><em>He wants to dominate her senses—and her heart…</em></div>
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Quinton Ross has always been a thrill-seeker—so it’s no surprise that he’s drawn to extremes in the bedroom and at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, where he creates sense-depriving scenarios that blow submissives’ minds. Now if he could just find one who <em>needs</em> the rush as much as him…</div>
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When an accident leaves Cassia Locke with a paralyzing fear of the dark, she’ll try anything to get help. Ready to fight, she knows just who to ask for help—the hard-bodied, funny-as-hell Dom she’d always crushed on—and once stood up.</div>
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Quinton is shocked and a little leery to see Cassia, but he can’t pass up the chance to dominate the alluring little sub this time. Introducing her to sensory deprivation becomes his new favorite obsession, and watching her fight fear is its own thrill. But when doubt threatens to send her running again, Quinton must find a way to master her senses—and her heart.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">He kissed her, soft and sweet and approving. “Good girl. Always want you to be honest with me. If it’s too much, squeeze my shoulders three times. Otherwise, no talking.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Yes, Sir,” she said, knowing that they’d just slipped into a scene without him having to tell her. And that helped tip the scales toward the more positive reactions he’d unleashed. Because her body was a live wire waiting to see what he had in store for her. Why had she teased him again?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Words rumbled into her ear. “There’s a couple right behind you. Almost touching you. The man is dancing behind the woman, and he’s pulled up her skirt.” Cassia’s heart tripped into a sprint. Master Quinton squeezed her ass with one big hand as they danced, his body tight against hers. Other bodies bumped against them, too, against her elbow, her heel, her hip. “She was naked beneath,” he continued, “and her pussy is bare. The man is teasing her, rubbing his fingers over her lips without really hitting her clit. The look on her face is pure torture.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Each word painted a new stroke of color against the blackness of her eyelids—and over all the most sensitive places of her body. Her nipples. Her neck. Her clit. Cassia shivered as the image Quinton described came to life in her mind’s eye.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Slowly, Master Quinton dragged his tongue up the column of Cass’s neck, adding to her own torment. And then his lips were at her ear again. “He’s fingering her now. Forcing her to keep dancing while he does it.” He swallowed thickly. “Aw, fuck, Cass, he’s making her suck her own wetness off his fingers.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Cassia moaned at the vivid picture she now had, and at the rough arousal in her Dom’s voice. His lust stoked her own, made her wish that<i> they</i> were the ones doing what he described.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Quinton licked the shell of her ear, unleashing goosebumps all down her neck and shoulders. “He’s taking his cock out now. Lining it up between her legs… Oh, yeah, he just slid into her from behind. Right here on the dance floor.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Mmm, like that idea, do you?” Quinton said, his dirty words a secret the music helped them keep. “Looks like she does too, the way her Dom is taking her right here in the middle of all these people, all of them watching her, touching her. Can you see it, Cassia? Can you see him fucking her?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">For Quinton. For his touch and his tongue and his cock.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">From the <em>New York Times </em>bestselling author of the <em>Marked Men</em> books comes the next installment in the <em>Saints of Denver</em> series.</span></h1>
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Everyone else in Dixie Carmichael’s life has made falling in love look easy, and now she is ready for her own chance at some of that happily ever after. Which means she’s done pining for the moody, silent former soldier who works with her at the bar that’s become her home away from home. Nope. No more chasing the hot as heck thundercloud of a man and no more waiting for Mr. Right to find her; she’s going hunting for him...even if she knows her heart is stuck on its stupid infatuation with Dash Churchill.</h3>
Denver has always been just a pit stop for Church on his way back to rural Mississippi. It was supposed to be simple, uneventful, but nothing could have prepared him for the bubbly, bouncy redhead with doe eyes and endless curves. Now he knows it’s time to get out of Denver, fast. For a man used to living in the shadows, the idea of spending his days in the sun is nothing short of terrifying.
When Dixie and Church find themselves caught up in a homecoming overshadowed with lies and danger, Dixie realizes that while falling in love is easy, loving takes a whole lot more work…especially when Mr. Right thinks he’s <em>all </em>wrong for you.
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Gabrielle's 4 **** Review:</span></b><br />
Ever Since Dixie laid eyes on Church, she knew she was meant to be with him but Church didn't think the same... Or so she thinks.<br />
Church is afraid to love someone. So, when Dixie shows up in his life, he closes himself off to her immediately. But when someone who is like his grandmother gets hurt, his "father" asks for him to come home because she's asking for him.<br />
Originally, he told his family that he couldn't come home because there was a girl in Denver that he couldn't leave because he loved her... So when he finally agrees to come, they tell him to bring his "girl" except in honesty there isn't a girl. That drives him to ask Dixie to join him because if there was one girl in Denver keeping him there, it was the bright sunshine that was Dixie.<br />
They drive his motorcycle all the way to his home state but along the way, strange things happen and they follow him home. They had to figure out why those things were happening before someone really got hurt or killed.<br />
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I enjoyed Dixie's character a lot. Even though life beat her down, she kept getting back up and always with a smile on her face. Her whiny inner dialogue was a little annoying when she was upset that she hadn't found "the one" yet but she's only twenty six so she still had some time to find the right guy. Other than that, her spirits were always up and she wanted to help people who were down. She even allowed her sister's ex fiance (I CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT BOOK) to stay at her place until he figured out what to do next.<br />
Church had some serious issues. Yes -- I don't want two perfect people to find each other and have a perfect happy life because that is boring. Church had a lot of demons that haunted him (I don't want to say what they are because they're spoilers!) He wanted Dixie's sunshine but he didn't want to take the light out of her eyes when he'd "eventually break her heart".<br />
I love love love Church's "fill in father". He was an interesting character because he loved Church even after they lost his mother. A lot of men would kick their step child to the curb but he just loved him as his own.<br />
Dixie and Church compliment each other, rounding their relationship out. This is a fantastic addition to the Saints of Denver series and I can't wait to read the next book! I recommend this to anyone who of course loves Jay's other books or just anyone who loves a good romantic story with a splash of suspense!<br />
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Her lips touched mine and she destroyed me. This tiny ray of light that seemed determined to chase the darkness inside of me away unraveled me with nothing more than the brush of her very soft lips against mine.</h3>
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I should’ve pulled away, either that or gone all in. The attraction between us was only going to end one way, with me inside of her as we scorched through one another, so a real kiss with tongues and teeth and grabbing hands was inevitable, especially if she was holding the door wide open in invitation. I was already struggling with the friend thing and this wasn’t helping at all. I stood there, holding her, feeling her as she rubbed her mouth over mine, the barest hint of pressure as she took a taste, as she feathered her lips against mine like she was trying to memorize the shape, the feel, the flavor of them. It was the singularly softest touch I’d ever experienced and yet it had the power to make my knees weak and my blood pop with a desire so sharp it felt like it could pierce right through my skin.</h3>
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Her hand cradled my jaw, her fingers shaking with some of the same things I was feeling. This thing that lived between us was hungry and tired of being ignored. It buzzed around us, electric and hot, refusing to be cooled by the chill in the night air that surrounded us. If we weren’t careful the passion that was hungry and needy between us would consume us, devour us, and leave us nothing more than hollow husks filled with fading satisfaction and jagged disenchantment because no matter how good we were together it couldn’t and wouldn’t last. I didn’t want any part of me to be responsible for burning her out. I liked that her light chased my shadows away and that meant I wasn’t going to have any kind of hand in dimming her internal glow.</h3>
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Her breasts pressed into the center of my chest as she leaned more fully into me and I could feel the pointed peaks of her nipples stab into my skin. The sensation made my dick twitch behind my zipper and had all the available blood that was still above my belt rushing south. I’d always liked the way Dixie was built. She was on the shorter side, but every single part of her small frame was curved and lush. She looked like a woman that you could grab ahold of without having to watch yourself. She was delicate but in no way did she come across as fragile or breakable. She looked like she could take everything I had to give her, all the pent-up longing, all the nights of frustration I spent hard and alone, all the denied hunger that made me want to eat her up and then go back for seconds and thirds because I knew there was no way I was going to have my fill of her honeyed lips and velvety skin in one go.</h3>
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There was so much of her to experience, and I wanted to know what all of it felt like, tasted like, sounded like. I wanted to watch her come from every possible position I could get her in, and then I wanted to find some new ones, ones no man had ever had her in before, and watch her come in those, too. Because I knew once I got her she would let me have her in ways she hadn’t let anyone else. Her eyes, so pretty and dark, made me all kids of promises, and I wanted to take her up on every single one of them. But there wasn’t anything I could promise in return, and that always kept me from crossing the invisible line.</h3>
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She ran the tip of her nose along the edge of my jaw and that little nuzzle made my entire body shudder. She had the ability to bring down all the walls I’d so carefully built up around us in order to keep both of us safe. She didn’t have any clue the kind of damage I could do if I ignored all the warning bells ringing loudly in the back of my mind. I knew the ways in which I could wreck the women in my life that I cared about and there was no way on God’s green and often unforgiving Earth that I would subject her to that. I barely survived the loss of the last woman I loved. I knew if I let Dixie sneak her way inside my heart and something happened to her there would be nothing left of me. There wouldn’t be anyplace left for me to run.</h3>
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Being on the run in the desert means food and sanctuary are hard to come by, but Amber Tate and her crew are not about to give up. Not after having so many of the things they love brutally ripped from them by an unknown enemy who sent their world into the apocalypse.
Survival takes precedence, but once safe shelter is found, their guards fall and the emotions they’ve been holding in are finally released. Anger, insecurities...lust. In their tight quarters, Amber, Rylen, Tater, and Remy can't escape it. The past must be faced, and passions run even stronger in the darkest of times.
In the midst of unrest, their worlds are rocked again when they discover the truth about the war that’s ruined their lives. They thought finding out the enemy's identity would give them the edge; instead it’s revealed terrifying dangers they never thought possible.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Amber Tate's world fell apart at the end of Unknown (book 1). All she had left in the world was her brother, her best friend, and her brother's best friend (who she's been in love with for years). After a struggle, their crew, and a bunch of random army guys they bumped into all head toward an army base that they believe is still running even though an unknown enemy wiped out most people.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Once at the base, they are brought in and life almost seemed to go back to normal but everyone in their group grew emotionally unstable. Tater (Amber's brother) is moody and depressed, Remy (her best friend) is trying to change her ways and doesn't want to get close to anyone but Amber, and Rylen is dealing with guilt and regret. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> After what seemed like forever, Amber admits her feelings to Rylen and I wanted to smack her and say, "You should have told him forever ago!" But when everyone starts to feel too comfortable, their world is turned upside down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Going into this, I was a little unsure because I wasn't too much of a fan of Unknown. But this book kept my rapt attention and I never wanted to put it down. I read it only in a few hours, never looking up from my screen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> My heart ached the entire book but it was well worth it. I can't wait to find out what happens next. At the end of the book (I'm not saying what happens), I was like, OMG OMG OMG OMG NO!!!!! I NEED THE THIRD BOOK ASAP!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Great job, Wendy! Thank you for bringing Amber, Rylen, Remy, and Tater to life! If you like dystopian/</span>apocalyptic<span style="font-family: inherit;"> with an explosive romance then this book is for you!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";"> Remy put her head on my shoulder and I got a small but distinct whiff of chocolate.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";">“I might have to lick you, Rem,” I blurted. </span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";"> Both Tater and Rylen turned to us, nearly cracking heads in the process.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";">“She smells like chocolate,” I explained. Tater shook his head and faced forward again. Ry gave me one last bemused look before turning back too.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";">“Hey,” Remy whispered. She raised her free hand to my face, and to my shock, there was half of the tiny candy pinched between her finger and thumb. “I saved half for you.”</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";">My heart lurched with emotion. “Are you serious?”</span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";"> She nodded and her chin quivered as she raised the M&M to my mouth and fed it to me. She licked her fingers off while I savored the tiny morsel. My eyes watered as I crunched down and Remy said, “Good, right?”</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";">A second later we were hugging and crying all over again. </span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";"> “We have to save our water,” I choked. </span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";"> </span><span style="font-family: calibri;">She sniffled and let go of me to wipe her face. “No more crying.”</span><br />
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<strong>About Wendy Higgins: </strong></h1>
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Wendy Higgins is a soccer mom and backstage drama mama. Most people in her tiny bayside town don’t know she’s a USA Today and NYT bestselling author of paranormal, fantasy, and science-fiction romances. Wendy is a former high school English teacher who now writes full time in her pajamas, and lives on the Eastern Shore of Virginia with her veterinarian husband, daughter, son, and little doggie Rue.
Wendy earned a bachelor’s in Creative Writing from George Mason University and a master’s in Curriculum and Instruction from Radford University. <br />
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Email: wendyhigginswrites@gmail.com</h2>
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Website: www.wendyhigginswrites.com</h2>
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Twitter: @Wendy_Higgins https://twitter.com/Wendy_Higgins</h2>
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Today we have the release day for <em>A Thousand Letters</em> by Staci Hart! I love this fantastic new contemporary romance inspired by Jane Austen’s Persuasion. Check it out and grab your copy today!</h1>
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<strong>Title: <em>A Thousand Letters </em></strong></h1>
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<strong>Author: Staci Hart </strong></h1>
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<strong>Genre: Contemporary Romance</strong></h1>
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<strong>About <em>A Thousand Letters:</em></strong></h2>
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Sometimes your life is split by a single decision.</h2>
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I’ve spent every day of the last seven years regretting mine: he left, and I didn’t follow. A thousand letters went unanswered, my words like petals in the wind, spinning away into nothing, taking me with them.</h2>
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I barely recognize the man he’s become, but I can still see a glimmer of the boy who asked me to be his forever, the boy I walked away from when I was young and afraid.</h2>
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Maybe if he’d come home under better circumstances, he could speak to me without anger in his voice. Maybe if I’d said yes all those years ago, he’d look at me without the weight of rejection in his eyes. Maybe if things were different, we would have had a chance.</h2>
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One regretted decision sent him away. One painful journey bought him back to me. I only wish I could keep him.</h2>
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*A contemporary romance inspired by Jane Austen’s Persuasion*</h2>
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<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Thousand-Letters-Staci-Hart-ebook/dp/B01NB0MXYL/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1486575457&sr=8-1&keywords=a+thousand+letters">Get Your Copy Today! </a></h1>
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<strong><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32797060-a-thousand-letters?from_search=true">Add on Goodreads</a></strong></h1>
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<strong>About Staci Hart: </strong></h2>
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Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life: a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, even though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f and ends with k.</h2>
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From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's sleeping, cleaning, or designing graphics.</h2>
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Twitter: @imaquirkybird</h1>
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My Reading Obsessionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08803769252170873165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323359367264922095.post-43376464714676489192017-02-07T07:02:00.000-08:002017-02-07T07:02:05.979-08:00Rise of Fire Review<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"> The richly suspenseful sequel to Sophie Jordan’s romantic fantasy </span><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">Reign of Shadows</i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"> Luna and Fowler have escaped the kingdom of Relhok, but they haven’t escaped the darkness. When a battle against the dark dwellers mortally injures Fowler, Luna is faced with a choice: put their fate in the hands of mysterious strangers or risk losing Fowler forever.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"> Desperate to keep the one bright part of her life alive, Luna accepts the help of soldiers from a nearby kingdom. Lagonia’s castle offers reprieve from the dangerous outside world—until the king discovers both Fowler's and Luna’s true ties to Relhok and their influence over the throne.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"> Now pawns in each kingdom’s political game, Luna and Fowler are more determined than ever to escape and build the life they’ve been dreaming of. But their own pasts have a tight hold on their hearts and their destinies. Luna must embrace the darkness and fire within her before she loses not only Fowler, but the power she was destined to inherit.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"> This book picks up where Reign of Shadows left off. The last book (spoilers) ended with Luna jumping in a hole (where the dwellers live) after Fowler who sacrificed himself to save her. She finds him pretty quickly and they escape but that doesn't mean they're safe. Fowler is poisoned by the dwellers "toxin" which slowly, and utterly painfully, kills the victim. But soldiers from the bordering country find them and bring them to their king because one of them instantly recognizes Fowler for who he truly is.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">Once at the palace, the king instantly recognizes Luna because she looks exactly like her mother (who the king courted before she chose Luna's father). Fowler meets his betrothed (since birth) and Luna gets engaged to Chasan (King Tebald's son). Luna and Fowler have to hide their feelings for each other in order to pretend they are content where they are when really all they want is to escape.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"> For the new characters, I liked Chasan the best. He kind of fell "insta in love" with Luna which was a little strange but whenever he was in a scene, I was like, I WANT MORE CHASAN! His sister was really annoying but their personalities were so different that it brought a whole new dynamic to the story.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"> It kind of upset me that both Luna and Fowler got forced into engagements (which is a common thing in fantasy books when you're a royal) but I liked their unwavering love to each other. Even though Luna tries to force herself to move on from Fowler (because of what she found out in the last book) she just can't because what they have is something more than a crush.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"> I really like the darkness of the world. How being outside is really dangerous. Every moment they have to be out there, there's ton of action and keeps my heart pumping in anticipation. I love how Luna learned how to adapt so she could still shoot things with a bow and arrows (even though she's blind.)</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"> I wasn't a fan that there wasn't much description (even in Fowler's point of view). I understand why there isn't in Luna's because she's blind but Fowler CAN see and I wanted to see more of the world, palace, tunnels, everything. The only other thing that rubbed me the wrong way was the rushed ending. Yes, it was nice and satisfying to have a "happy" ending, but when I was like 90% of the way through the book, I was like, no way this can end so quickly. This duology should have either been a standalone or a trilogy because she could have shrunk it into one book or stretched it out into three. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"> Overall, I gave Rise of Fire 4 stars because the good outweighed the negative. I always enjoy Sophie's books and can't wait to read more from her!</span></span></div>
My Reading Obsessionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08803769252170873165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323359367264922095.post-33289797826849311192017-02-07T06:56:00.000-08:002017-02-07T06:56:26.700-08:00Riveted Excerpt: Chapter 1<img alt="RIVETED - header banner" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-23272" src="http://www.inkslingerpr.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/RIVETED-header-banner.jpg" height="236" width="640" />
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Everyone else in Dixie Carmichael’s life has made falling in love look easy, and now she is ready for her own chance at some of that happily ever after. Which means she’s done pining for the moody, silent former soldier who works with her at the bar that’s become her home away from home. Nope. No more chasing the hot as heck thundercloud of a man and no more waiting for Mr. Right to find her; she’s going hunting for him...even if she knows her heart is stuck on its stupid infatuation with Dash Churchill.</h3>
Denver has always been just a pit stop for Church on his way back to rural Mississippi. It was supposed to be simple, uneventful, but nothing could have prepared him for the bubbly, bouncy redhead with doe eyes and endless curves. Now he knows it’s time to get out of Denver, fast. For a man used to living in the shadows, the idea of spending his days in the sun is nothing short of terrifying.
When Dixie and Church find themselves caught up in a homecoming overshadowed with lies and danger, Dixie realizes that while falling in love is easy, loving takes a whole lot more work…especially when Mr. Right thinks he’s <em>all </em>wrong for you.
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Today we are sharing an excerpt from HOMETOWN COWBOY by Sara Richardson. This is the first book in her brand new series, <em>Rocky Mountain Riders</em>. It is currently up for pre-order and will be released February 28th!</h1>
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<u><strong>About HOMETOWN COWBOY:</strong></u></h2>
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<b>NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH A COWBOY</b></h2>
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Jessa Mae Love is done with relationships. No matter how tempting he might be, she cannot--will not--fall for a man like Lance Cortez. The outrageously handsome cowboy is practically a living legend in Colorado, as famous for riding bulls as he is for breaking hearts. What would a big-time rodeo star like him see in a small-town veterinarian who wears glasses, rescues animals, and cries when watching rom-coms? Turns out, <i>plenty.</i></h2>
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Raising bulls, riding the circuit, and looking after his ailing father--Lance never stands still for long. Yet Jessa catches his attention, and the more she tries to resist him, the more he wants her. When she agrees to move to the ranch to keep an eye on Lance's dad, Jessa tells him they have to keep it professional: no flirting, no sweet talk, and definitely no kissing. But with Jessa now living under his roof, that's easier said than done . . .</h2>
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<em><strong>What reviewers are saying about Sara Richardson's novels...</strong> </em></h2>
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"Charming, witty, and fun. There's no better read. I enjoyed every word!"―<b><i>Debbie Macomber, #1 <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author on <em>No Better Man</em></i></b></h2>
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"Richardson's debut packs a powerful emotional punch. [Her] deft characterization creates a hero and heroine who will elicit laughs in some places and tears in others."―<b><i><em>Publishers Weekly</em> on <em>No Better Man</em></i></b></h2>
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"4 stars! Hot! Richardson brings us a modern read set in beautiful Aspen. Her brisk storytelling and the charming, endearing characters set within a solid, engaging plot make this sweet romance shine. A strong and vulnerable Bryce, coupled with a determined, lighthearted Avery, will appeal to readers, especially with their sizzling chemistry. This is a truly delightful read."―<b><i><em>RT Book Reviews</em> on <em>No Better Man</em></i></b></h2>
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"Fresh, fun, well-written, a dazzling debut."―<b><i>Lori Wilde, <i>New York Times </i>bestselling author on <em>No Better Man</em></i></b></h2>
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"The perfect balance of humor, heart and heat. I couldn't put it down! Sara Richardson will sweep you away."―<b><i>Christie Craig, <em>New York Times </em>bestselling author on <em>No Better Man </em></i></b></h2>
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"An enjoyable read. Richardson's spunky, baseball-lovin' heroine is delightful!"―<b><i>Katie Lane, <i>USA Today</i> bestselling author on <em>No Better Man</em></i></b></h2>
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Her eyes fell
shut and blocked out everything except for the feel of his mouth, the curve of
it, the wet warmth, the way his lips melted into hers. They were firm, but
tender, too, so skilled and wonderful it broke open her chest.</div>
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Heat flowed in until she was dizzy
with it, drowning in it, but just as she lost the power to stand on her own, Lance<span lang="FR">’</span>s hands moved to her hips and hitched
her closer to his body. She let herself lean into him, sliding her hands up his
ripped chest, lightly sweeping her fingers over the bandage. God, he was
perfection.</div>
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His lips moved to her ear, while his
fingers carefully brushed her hair out of the way. “I think you<span lang="FR">’</span>re right,”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>he
breathed. “My life might never be the same.”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>His
tongue traced the ridge of her ear while his heavy breaths grazed her neck and
made her legs falter.</div>
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He must<span lang="FR">’</span>ve felt her wobble, because he wrapped his arms
around her and crushed her body against his. “Damn, Jessa…”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>He
kissed his way down her neck. “<span lang="NL">You smell good.</span>”</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>“Vanilla sugar
shower gel,”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>she gasped, letting her head tilt to the side.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>“Mmmm. I like it.”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>He
slid his tongue back up her neck and his lips found hers again. This time he
kissed her harder, like he wanted more.</div>
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Yes. More. There could be so much
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Lance shifted, guiding her until her
back was against the refrigerator. Things were falling, magnets and papers, but
none of that mattered because Lance was pressed against her, his tongue
stroking hers, his hips grinding against her body. The feel of him hard and
desperate against her sent her heart spiraling. A frantic moan escaped, and
Lance smiled against her lips. She let her head fall back so she could draw in
a breath, but she hit the refrigerator.</div>
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A loud crash froze her. Lance pulled
away. Those bottles of Jack Daniel<span lang="FR">’</span>s
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>“At least they didn<span lang="FR">’</span>t break.”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>Lance
started to laugh but she pressed her hand against his mouth. “It<span lang="FR">’</span>s not funny! What if your dad—”</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>“What in god<span lang="FR">’</span>s name is that racket?”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>came
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>“Oh no,”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>she
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Lance still had a big silly grin on
his face. “It<span lang="FR">’</span>s nothing, Dad,”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>he
called, but the man came charging around the corner anyway.</div>
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Jessa pushed back and pretended to
inspect the bandage. “Well, there we go. Everything looks
good.”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>She glanced up and forced a smile, but she<span lang="FR">’</span>d like to bet he could see the vein in her
forehead pulsing. “Hey, Luis. Sorry about the noise. I
was bandaging Lance up and we accidentally knocked over the bottles.”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>Her
bright red face had to be a dead giveaway that the whole sentence was a lie.
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>“Uh. Thanks, Jessa,”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>Lance
said, reaching past her for his shirt.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>“<span lang="PT">No problem,</span>”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>she
intoned, as if answering a complete stranger. “Next time, don<span lang="FR">’</span>t wait so long to get it cleaned up.”</div>
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A spark smiled in his eyes. “I
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Whew. She fought the compulsion to
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>“Guess I should get
going then.”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>Lance clapped his dad<span lang="FR">’</span>s
shoulder on his way out the door. “Night Pops.”</div>
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Luis didn<span lang="FR">’</span>t respond. He simply watched his son leave, then
he turned to Jessa. “So nothing<span lang="FR">’</span>s going on between you two.”</div>
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She invoked her laser focus to put
away the first aid supplies. “Uh-huh. Nope. Nothing.”</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>“From what I could
tell that was a whole lot of nothing,”<span style="font-family: "arial unicode ms"; mso-hansi-font-family: Helvetica;"> </span>Luis muttered as he plodded back down
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A golden hue of sunrise turned night into dawn. I sat on a
small boulder, staring at the sliver of sun through trees of the Nevada
parkland, the same spot where I’d been sitting silently in the dark for two
hours in the cold. I couldn’t take Remy’s whimpering and soul-crushing cries
each time she fell back asleep in the tent, venturing into nightmares of what
she’d seen the night before. What we’d all seen. I might never sleep again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mom. Dad. Abuela. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I fought back another wave of debilitating grief that made my bones feel like
liquid—like I’d never have the ability to stand again. Have to be strong. Have
to be strong. I rocked back and forth with my eyes shut tight. I couldn’t afford
to give in to the loss. If I did, it would consume me whole and devour my will
to live. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We’d been fired up to leave the nature preserve last night and head north to
the base in Utah after hearing the Morse code message, supposedly from other
military personnel in hiding, like us. But we decided to wait until morning
since we needed more light to plan our trip on the map. Plus, headlights in the
night would be too easy to spot, and we were all worthless last night, running
on adrenaline and vengeance, one step away from crashing. I never did crash or
sleep a wink, even though my adrenaline was long gone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The soft sunrise was too pretty—too majestic—for the way I felt inside. Raw.
Like my heart had been grated. During the night, I’d begun to believe the sun
would never rise again, and now that it was I felt as if the Earth were mocking
what we’d been through, reminding me just how miniscule and unremarkable we
were. A new day was happening despite what we’d lost. The world wasn’t stopping
to mourn. It felt wrong.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We’d been so close to the camp yesterday where the Disaster Relief Initiative,
the DRI personnel, had taken my parents, my grandmother, Remy’s parents, and
Rylen’s wife Livia. We watched in confusion as those DRI bastards fled. Then
we’d watched in disbelief as Air Force jets dropped a bomb on that camp,
obliterating our family and the people from our town. Oh, God.<o:p></o:p></div>
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the world fell apart around us, I never imagined anything would happen to my
parents. I never let myself believe it was possible, even after watching my
Grandpa Tate shot and killed by a Disaster Relief Personnel—fucking Derps. Who
was I without my parents? I was the daughter of an Army man and a Mexican
dancer. A Green Machine and a Señorita. A small bubble of laughter worked its
way through a sob in my throat when I thought about my parents’ silly banter
with each other. Their relentless love and devotion to me and my older brother,
Tater.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The sound of a tent’s zipper wrenched through the morning solitude and I
quickly wiped my eyes. I looked over and saw Rylen crouching as he pushed
through the opening. The golden hue of sun made his blond hair and the scruff
on his face stand out. His eyes met mine and I had to swallow hard at the sight
of pain in his expression. I’d already cried so much last night. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Rylen Fite, loved and cared for by my parents like he was their own son. And
his eyes reflected his remembrance too, as if he felt their absence as
prominently as I did. But he’d lost a wife, as well. Maybe she hadn’t been his
wife in every technical sense of the word, but he’d been trying to make it
right. Every bit of his loss was reflected in the heavy way he sat on the rock
beside me and rubbed his face before staring out at the sunrise.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span id="freeText13312223983771364942" style="background-color: white; color: #181818;">After years in prison, North Callaghan is finally free. But the demons haunting him still make him feel like a caged beast. He loses himself in work and hard living, coming up for air only to bed any willing woman to cross his path. So when his new neighbor snares his interest, he decides to add another notch to his bedpost. The only problem? Faith Walters is a white picket fence kind of girl.<br /><br /><i>Prepare to be devoured.</i><br /><br />Faith’s new neighbor is the rudest man alive. He’d rather grunt at her than speak and he takes her “welcome-to-the-neighborhood” scones without a thank you. She knows she should run for the hills from the ex-con. If only he weren’t so smoldering sexy…if only the sounds of him with other women didn’t drift through their shared wall and fill her with longing…and if only he didn’t look at her like they were a collision waiting to happen.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818;">OMG THIS BOOK. I love all of Sophie Jordan's books but this one was extra hot and entertaining!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818;">Since the beginning, I've LOVED North. He was the nice kid who loved his cousin so much that when he found out she was raped, he and his brother Knox went and found the kid responsible and beat him to death. But after he was sent to prison and his sentence was made even longer, he hardened his heart and allowed no one in. Not Knox, who settled down and especially not a good girl like Faith Walters.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818;">Faith bought a duplex after moving back in with her father after college. She felt like she had to take care of him and her older brother ever since her mother passed away. After both her father and brother begged her to not move out on her own, she did anyway because she wanted the independence. But what she didn't expect was to move in next to North Callaghan, an ex-convict with a record for murder.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818;">The first day she moves in, she hears him having wild rough sex. It both annoys her and excites her at the same time even though she hadn't even met the man yet. She left notes but he ignored them until finally they met but he never saw her face because she had a facial mask on. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818;">Their spark was instantaneous even though they both tried to deny it. North was too stuck in his own head and Faith acted like she had a stick up her butt. Walls start to tumble down but when Faith's brother shows up and realizes North spent all of his adult life in prison, North finds out that Faith already knew even though he didn't tell her. After that, he ignores Faith and tries to never be home when he knows she's around.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818;">But when someone threatens Faith's life, it's North who is there and it's him who she begs to stay the night with her because she was too shaken up. But can they push past all their problems and find themselves in each other's arms?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818;">I seriously love North but I wanted to smack him around a few times throughout the book. Faith wasn't much better considering she wants the "boring" type when deep down she wants to experience what it's like to be with a man like North. I loved the back and forth bantering between the two. It was a great build up to when they realized they wanted more from each other. The entire Devil's Rock series rocked and I wish I could reread them for the first time again. When I first heard it was about cons I wasn't sure I'd like it but when I realized they weren't actually bad guys I decided to read them AND I'M SO GLAD I DID. If you love a good romance with some suspense then you need to check this book out!</span></span>My Reading Obsessionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08803769252170873165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1323359367264922095.post-14901391114630527122017-01-31T06:43:00.000-08:002017-01-31T06:43:48.898-08:00LONG WAY HOME RELEASE DAY & GIVEAWAY!!<div style="text-align: center;">
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The highly anticipated third book in Katie McGarry’s <em>Thunder Road Series</em> is being released today! LONG WAY HOME is a Young Adult Contemporary Romance being published by Harlequin Teen! Grab your copy of the next book in this emotionally charged series, and don’t miss Violet and Chevy’s story!</h1>
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<strong>LONG WAY HOME Synopsis:</strong></div>
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<strong>Seventeen-year-old Violet has always been expected to sit back and let the boys do all the saving.</strong></div>
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It’s the code her father, a member of the Reign of Terror motorcycle club, raised her to live by. Yet when her dad is killed carrying out Terror business, Violet knows it’s up to her to do the saving. To protect herself, and her vulnerable younger brother, she needs to cut all ties with the club—including Chevy, the boy she’s known and loved her whole life.</div>
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But when a rival club comes after Violet, exposing old secrets and making new threats, she’s forced to question what she thought she knew about her father, the Reign of Terror, and what she thinks she wants. Which means re-evaluating everything: love, family, friends . . . and forgiveness.</div>
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Caught in the crosshairs between loyalty and freedom, Violet must decide whether old friends can be trusted—and if she’s strong enough to be the one person to save them all.</div>
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<strong>"An intoxicating and unforgettable story that kept me glued to the page."</strong></h3>
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<strong><em>—</em>Kami Garcia, #1 <em>New York Times</em> bestselling author, on <em>Walk the Edge</em></strong></h3>
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The instructions of the English homework I didn’t do hangs out from the top of my folder: <em>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both.</em><br />
Story of my life.<br />
According to my football coach, I chose wrongly on the two crap paths I had to face last week. I just ran into Coach on the way to English, and he ripped into me for my sorry decision-making skills when it came to me choosing to stand up for the Reign of Terror Motorcycle Club instead of a member of my football team.<br />
I didn’t just get my ass chewed out, his tirade made me late for English with no tardy note. Which is great since my English teacher hates late students like I hate riding my motorcycle in forty degree weather while it rains.<br />
I round the corner, then peek through the small window on the door of my class. Ms. Whitlock stands in front of her desk in her patented white button-down shirt, gray pencil skirt, and dark-rimmed glasses. From the back row, my best friend Razor meets my eyes and shakes his head. Damn. That means she’s in one of her moods where she’s refusing to let anyone in.
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I’m not a tail-tucked-between-my-legs type of guy, but this lady is one of the few who can reduce me to begging. If she doesn’t let me in, then she’ll mark me as absent, the front office will think I skipped, and that means I won’t be able to play at tonight’s football game.<br />
The window rattles when I knock. The entire class turns their heads in my direction, but Ms. Whitlock doesn’t. The muscles in my neck tighten. She is one of the hardest core people I know and my grandfather is the president of a motorcycle club. That says something.<br />
She starts for the white board and I knock on the door again. This time, Ms. Whitlock does look my way and she grants me the type of glare reserved for people who kick puppies. I got it. I’m late. I’m the scum of humanity, so let my ass in so I can play football.<br />
There’s this guy in my club, Pigpen. He’s about the same age as Ms. Whitlock, late twenties, and he’s a walking hard-on for this woman even though she would never give him the time of day. He practically runs into walls when she’s around because he’s too focused on checking her out. I don’t see gorgeous—all I see is seriously pissed off and the person standing between me and playing.<br />
Ms. Whitlock points at the clock over her desk. She’s telling me I can wait. If I’m lucky, she’ll open the door after the quiz that I’ll receive a zero on. If I’m not so lucky, she won’t open the door at all.
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Two pathetic paths and I could only travel one. Nowhere in that stupid poem did it mention there was good and bad to both paths and that sometimes it’s best not to choose, but to set up camp at the fork and do nothing at all.<br />
I slam my hand into the nearest locker, almost relishing the sting.<br />
“Feel better?”
A glance across the hallway and I freeze.<br />
Doesn’t matter how many times I see her in a day, she still manages to take my breath away.<br />
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Don’t Miss the First Two Titles in the <em>Thunder Road Series</em>! Grab your copies today!</h2>
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<a href="http://katielmcgarry.com/page/Walk-the-Edge.aspx" target="_blank">WALK THE EDGE</a></h2>
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<strong>Katie McGarry Bio:</strong>
Katie McGarry was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.
Katie is the author of full length YA novels, PUSHING THE LIMITS, DARE YOU TO, CRASH INTO YOU, TAKE ME ON, BREAKING THE RULES, NOWHERE BUT HERE, and WALK THE EDGE and the e-novellas, CROSSING THE LINE and RED AT NIGHT. Her debut YA novel, PUSHING THE LIMITS was a 2012 Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction, a RT Magazine's 2012 Reviewer's Choice Awards Nominee for Young Adult Contemporary Novel, a double Rita Finalist, and a 2013 YALSA Top Ten Teen Pick. DARE YOU TO was also a Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction and won RT Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award for Young Adult Contemporary fiction in 2013.
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