Friday, September 30, 2016

The trouble with before, Portia Moore release blitz

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Lisa is not a good person. I find it hard to get over the things she's done in the past but I find myself trying really hard to get there, but it's difficult. I like Aiden, a strong, dependable guy with a touch of humour and cluelessness I enjoy. I find though that the development of their relationship moved too slowly for my liking. I did really like Aiden though which saves the book a little for me. πŸ“”πŸ“”πŸ“”

Our history made things harder.

We were associates out of convenience.

We tolerated each other.

I never saw her that way.

She never saw me that way.

She and I were never meant to be friends.

You’re not supposed to fall for your best friend’s enemy, even if the enemy is YOUR ex-best friend.

This isn’t the story of falling in love with your best friend.

It’s about falling out of hate.


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So what’s your story, Lisa? The real story.” Grams shifts her attention to Lisa, honing in on her like a lion does a gazelle.

Even though I’m ecstatic to be out of the hot seat, Lisa hasn’t had a grilling by grams in years, and the woman is like a human lie detector. If Grams hadn’t been pulling so much overtime at the hospital during my senior year, she would have sniffed out Lisa’s Mr. Robinson romance before it even started and set her straight. Lisa’s eyes dart over to me, but if there’s one person I can’t save her from, it’s this one.

“My sort-of boyfriend-slash-boss dumped-slash-fired me and kicked me out of his house,” Lisa answers, picking at a piece of toast.
  

“That asshole. Do you want Aidan to go kick his ass?” Grams asks angrily, ready to send me to California.

“I already asked, Grams.”

“No, it-it actually was my fault,” Lisa answers quietly.

Grams is quiet for a moment. “What’d you do?”

Lisa looks at me before returning her attention to her toast. “I-I told him that I had slept with another guy.”

My eyes nearly bulge out of my head. She didn’t tell me that.

“It was a lie though,” she adds quickly.

“Why would you do something stupid like that?” Grams asks in a way that only she could. It comes off as hilarious but concerned.

“Because I’m an idiot sometimes.” Lisa laughs and looks down at her picked over toast, apparently embarrassed.

Grams sighs, shaking her head. “What am I going to do with you two? So what are you going to do to get him back?” Grams asks in the no-nonsense tone only she could make loveable.

Lisa chuckles. “I don’t think that’s happening.”

“Hey, one thing I want you two to remember is that you never give up on love. I don’t care what it takes. True love, real love, is worth some groveling and embarrassment.” Grams’s expression becomes serious, and she points at both of us to drive home her point. “Real love can bounce back from anything.”

I roll my eyes.

“One day you’re going to find the girl that will make you crazy, that you’ll hate and love so much it’ll make your skin itch,”

“Great, love's like an STD.” I cringe.

Lisa hides her chuckle.

“Listen, if there’s one thing I wish for you, it’s that you find your other half who, no matter how bad things get, can make you smile every day, even if you want to crack their skull in sometimes. That’s the type of love that makes you feel complete,” she says with a reminiscent smile.

I wonder if she’s reflecting on my granddad.

“Shouldn’t you feel that way regardless of another person? You shouldn’t need anyone else to complete you,” Lisa says.

I grin. Now there’s the controversial, opinionated girl I know.

“No, you should never need anyone to make you feel good about who you are. You always have to love yourself, because if you don’t do that, when you meet that other person, it’s going to make their job a shitload harder. But when you have that love that makes your insides feel weak, when you have a person who will go to hell and back for you, it’s like putting a pretty little bow on an already beautifully wrapped gift box,” Grams says.

“So it’s like when a girl is hot, then you find out she’s a gymnast?” I deduce.

“You’re a pig,” Lisa scolds me playfully, and I make a snorting noise. “I didn’t know that you were into love stuff like this, Grams. You’re always so tough and kickass.”

“Us hardasses need love too, and you never got to meet Aidan’s granddaddy. You’d have seen true love right in front of you,” Grams says sadly. “So you going to get this boy, back?”

I snicker, and Lisa cuts her eyes at me.

“What was that for?” she asks indignantly.

“You don’t love Brett,” I say before stealing a piece of bacon off her plate.

“Oh, and you’d know because you’re so in love with Hillary?” she counters.

“Who's Hillary?” Grams asks, and I frown.

“You know,” I say with a tense laugh.

“No, I don’t know,” she reiterates.

Lisa bursts into laughter. “So your grams doesn’t even know about your pretty-much girlfriend?”

I haven’t mentioned her once? “I’ve been kind of seeing her the past year,” I tell Grams, rolling my eyes at Lisa’s smug grin.

“Goddammit, when am I going to get to meet the girl?”

Shit, Hillary meeting Grams? I don’t even want to imagine how that’d go, or the ideas it’d give Hillary about us.

“I’ll think about it,” I grumble. Grams frowns, so I shine the spotlight back on Lisa. “What about you, Lisa? Going to run and fight for your true love?” I can’t even make it through the sentence without bursting into laughter.

“Brett is a really great guy!” she spits back, even though he kicked her and his soon-to-be child out of the house.

The thought makes my fist instinctively ball up.

“The whole thing was my fault,” she adds defensively.

“The guy’s a douche and has been since you dated him in high school.”

“Aidan hates Brett because he’s everything he’s not: charming, sensitive, and a man instead of a little boy,” she says, then sticks her tongue out at me.

“You two are still the same. As much as you fought when you were younger, I swore you’d grow up and marry each other.” Grams laughs as Lisa and I look at her as if she’s grown two heads.

“That’d never happen, Grams. Aidan likes his women dumb and psychotic,” she teases.

“And Leese likes her dudes with vaginas and issues out the ass,” I say.





Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Roping the Virgin, Alexa Riley, release blitz

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I'm a big Alexa Riley fan but Roping the Virgin isn't one of my favourites. I felt not enough time was spent on Blake and his antics and more was spent trying to set up the last 2 books of this series. I love quick Insta-love but I didn't feel it as much in this book. πŸ“”πŸ“”πŸ“”πŸ“”

Blake Jennings has always wanted what his parents had: a sweet, simple love that lasts a lifetime. And when he meets Luciana, he knows she’s the one.

Luciana Salazar comes from a tight-knit family that pushes her to follow her dreams. When she takes a job on the Braided Rope Ranch, the last thing she expects is to fall in love with its owner, the dark-haired man she’s seen watching her in town.

Roping the Virgin is over-the-top sweet, with a heaping scoop of sexy steam. Blake sweeps his Luciana off her feet and gives her the life she’s always dreamed of.

Warning: Ridiculous is almost close enough to describe this irresistible short story. Come back to the Jennings farm and pull up a rocking chair. You’ll like the way they treat you.

 


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Title: Hunter

Series: Broken Bad Boys #1

Authors: Skylar Heart

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 22, 2016

 

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LIZZY


I should have known he was trouble when I watched him drive his motorbike onto campus, leaving a trail of people whispering as he made his way into the Art Building.


Word around here is, he doesn’t date. So why do his eyes keep roving over me? Why does he want to talk to me?


Rumor has it, Hunter’s good at two things: making art, and getting into fights. I love art, but I can’t stand violence. I’ve been on the receiving end of it too many times.


My life is simple, it needs to be if I want to graduate and keep my eating disorder at bay… I sleep, I eat, I go to class and I definitely Do. Not. Date.


So why do I want him to hold me in his strong arms and cradle me to his broad chest?

HUNTER


She’s like a spooked little mouse. Not my type at all. Until she looked up at me and I was caught in her azure eyes.


But I won’t let her get close. In the last four years, I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever loved. I will never trust anyone ever again. The second I do, I’ll find myself alone again. So, what’s the use?


So I create big metal installations, I go to class when I feel like it, I drink and get into fights at the bar.


I have to stay away from Lizzy, because my darkness will only make hers worse. I know I have to, but that isn’t what my heart wants. When I see the pain in her eyes, I can’t resist her. I want to help her, touch her…


Own her.

 

 

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Skylar Heart loves sexy romances and has a particular soft spot for broken boys and their damaged girls. When she’s not reading or writing steamy stories, she loves to nap with her two cats, preferably under a fluffy blanket, and play videogames. She has studied literature and creative writing but often finds that the couple of classes she took on coding is much more of a help in this new adventure as an author.

 

 

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Dirty Neighbour release blitz

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Keeland is a great character, and I enjoyed Samantha but I felt the book moved a little slowly for me. It took forever to finally find out about Keeland's past and then bam! The book is over. I like the premise of the book, and I really like Keeland but I felt it could've been a bit more fleshed out. πŸ“”πŸ“”πŸ“”

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Title: Dirty Neighbor

Series: The Dirty Suburbs #1

Author: Cassie-Ann L. Miller

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 28, 2016

 

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Keeland Masters...Growing up, he was the boy next door, my brother’s best friend, the guy who asked me to the prom...and then stood me up. He just vanished into thin air. 

Now that he’s back in town, he wants to come over to play. And I’m not talking hopscotch. But he’s hurt me once, so I’m sticking to my side of the fence no matter how good he looks pushing that lawnmower in all his tanned, toned shirtless glory.

 

Dirty Neighbor is book one in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of stand-alone romantic comedies set in small town Illinois.

 

 

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EXCERPT

 

Keeland

 

I veer off of the I-96 and guide my Harley onto the off-ramp. I grin to myself as I glance up at the huge, green highway sign looming above the road.

 

Welcome to Reyfield, Illinois.

 

never thought I’d ever feel so damn happy to see that sign again but after all I’ve been through over the past three years, I just want something simple and familiar. I want to be in a place where I don’t feel antsy, like I’ve got to keep looking over my shoulder. 

 

Reyfield is it. It’s almost like coming home…

 

Almost.

 

I’m well aware that the Masters’ left a lot of destruction in our wake the last time we were in this town; unpaid bills, unsaid goodbyes and at least one very broken heart.

 

Maybe it’s time to pay old debts, heal old wounds and make amends as best I can. Maybe it’s time for a fresh start.

 

It’s a chilly night. Fall is creeping its way into town. I breeze through the streets and everything feels familiar. It all gives me a little thrill in the pit of my stomach. The gothic architecture of the Presbyterian church…The washed-out “Go Tigers!” banner hanging outside of our old high school…The field where we played football…The burger joint we used to go to for lunch when the school cafeteria’s offerings resembled road kill topped with warm dog food...

 

I take a left off of Clifford Boulevard and pull onto Hyatt Street.  The corner store is right where I left it. I cut my engine in the parking lot and stroll through the front door. I give a quick nod to the middle-aged woman sitting behind the cash register and make my way down the narrow, brightly-lit aisles.

 

Man, it feels good to just walk down the aisles of a freakin’ convenience store. When you’ve been locked away for as long as I have, you learn to appreciate the simple things.

 

I stand in front of the chip display for a moment, trying to decide between vinegar and barbecue. “Fuck it…” I’m having both. And how about a bag of jalapeΓ±o-cheddar, too? I’m making up for lost time, after all. 

 

I grab a case of beer — the cheap kind that we used to buy with our fake ids when we were teenagers. I’m feeling awfully nostalgic tonight. Then, I grab more chocolate-covered pretzel sticks than any self-respecting 27-year-old man ever should. 

 

When I get to the condom aisle, I pick up eight three-packs of XL Magnums.

 

Yes, that might seem overly ambitious but I haven't had sex in three freakin’ years and whoever I take home with me tonight is in for a hell of a good time. The ladies don’t call me Master Kee for nothing. My main priority tonight is to drain the tank into the first acceptable-looking broad that comes my way and to be honest, ‘acceptable-looking’ is pretty much open for interpretation at this point.

 

Because I’m horny enough to fuck my way through the Reyfield phonebook.

 

I drop my goodies onto the counter and the cashier eyes me with an arched eyebrow and a subtle grin. “Exciting night planned?” she asks, tipping her chin towards the condoms. The innuendo in her voice is undeniable. 

 

I give her a second glance. Is she Ms. Acceptable for tonight? Nah, she’s probably older than my mother and she smells like she’s been marinating in cigarette smoke and cheap perfume all day. My definition of “acceptable” may be loose, but not that loose.

 

I nod politely as I glimpse at the number glowing on the screen of the cash register and pull a $100 bill out of my wallet. She drags her long fingernails along my palm as she deposits the change into my hand. 

 

Did my cock just twitch?

 

Down, buddy. Down.

 

“Have a good night, Big Boy,” she purrs as I give her a quick salute and duck out the door.

 

I store my goodies in my backpack and jump onto my bike. When I rev it, the poor thing lets out a choked straining sound. I’ll look into it first thing in the morning, but for now, I’m on mission to get laid. 

 

ASAP.

 

 

Samantha

 

“Breathe in...hold hold hold...breathe out...Breathe in...hold hold hold...breathe out...Breathe in...hold hold hold...breathe out…”

 

I take long deep breaths, doing my best to synchronize my rhythm to the sound of Isla’s voice pouring into my ears. The cool morning breeze blowing over my face and the sun smiling down on my skin make it that much easier. 

 

This is one of the few things that I absolutely adore about being back in Reyfield. It’s a quiet, serene town. Except for the occasional ruckus caused by the young children playing on the street and the yapping of the over-talkative Yorkshire terrier a few doors down, the place is a sanctuary. A slice of suburban perfection. The ideal place for soul-searching and self-reflection.

 

But Reyfield is just too slow-paced for me. Take Thornbush Lane, for example. The cul-de-sac ischarming, for lack of a better word – the kind of place you’d go to raise a family or grow old, I guess. A cast of interesting characters occupy the lane. Nancy and Delores, the gray-haired duo who’ve appointed themselves as the two-woman neighborhood watch, the eccentric mailman who delivers my mail to the wrong house half the time, meddlesome neighbors who drop by unannounced when you least expect them. That all adds to the cozy feel of the place. But for an ambitious 25-year-old like me, Reyfield is nothing but a dead end.

 

Growing up, I couldn’t wait to get out of the suburbs. And that’s what I did as soon as I could. I moved 15 miles south, to Chicago for college and then took a job in the city. Everything was going relatively well until four months ago when I suddenly got laid off. Now, here I am, unemployed, single, broke and for the past six weeks, living in my parents’ house again.

 

Ugh.

 

Thank god mom and dad are staying in Florida with grams till next spring so at least I have the house to myself. I did not work my ass off for my certified internal auditor designation only to end up living with my parents forevermore. Basically, I need to find a new job stat so that I can move back to the city as soon as possible.

 

Anyway, Isla swore up and down that meditation would help with my job search. She says that I’m ‘scattered’ and that’s why I haven’t been able to find a new position since I got laid off. Her new meditation recording is supposed to help me find my ‘center’ and ‘recalibrate’ in order to attract a suitable employment opportunity.

 

Her words, not mine.

 

For weeks, I resisted. The old Sammie thought that Isla was delusional and maybe even slightly off her rocker. The new Sammie is so hopeless and desperate and sick of being unemployed that I’m pretty much willing to try anything to get a damn job. Sending out resumes, compulsively checking job-listing websites and waiting impatiently for the postman to show up with my mail every morning has proven to be an ineffective strategy.

 

So, it was time to try something new.

 

I’ve been using this meditation track for a few days now and if nothing else, it’s relaxing and distracts me from the ticker tape of worry, doubt and anxiety constantly running through my mind. 

 

I shift my foot slightly, determined to ignore the itch prickling at my heel. I'm going to meditate the fuck out of it. Forget you, stupid itch. It's time to turn ‘inwards’ because my money’s low and I need a miracle right about now. I focus solely on my breathing.

 

Eventually, time and space slip away. I think I’m in that space that Isla’s always talking about. ‘The nothingness’ is what she calls it. I feel content. Satiated. That tiny, niggling voice in the back of my head gnawing at me to get off my butt and go search through the local classified ads again? I smother that bitch under pillows of bliss.

 

“Breathe in…hold hold hold…breathe out…”

 

Putata-putata-putata

 

What the fuck is that?

 

Putata-putata-putata

 

Is that a motorcycle? Who the hell on Thornbush Lane has a motorcycle?

 

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to channel my inner yogi in a futile attempt to drown out the hiccup-hiccup of the engine as it sputters to death nearby. It seems like the harder I try to ignore it, the louder it gets.

 

I grudgingly yank out my earbuds and ease out of my cross-legged position on my oversized cushion on the back patio. I peer around the side of the house and notice a shiny black Harley Davidson lying on its side in the driveway just as a tall, shirtless figure slinks across the front lawn next door.

 

What the fuck? Nobody’s supposed to be over there.

 

As far as I know, dad tried to get that place rented for months before he finally gave up in defeat at the end of July. Illinois’s economy is bad and nobody wants to pay a premium to rent that crumbling, two-story colonial with its unkempt lawn and weather-beaten clapboards. Still, my stubborn father refuses to lower the rental. He’d rather the house sit vacant. I guess he can afford to be picky about his tenants. He doesn’t have a mortgage to pay on it since he inherited the house when his uncle Kramer died back when I was a kid.

 

I bring my attention back to the very bold intruder next door. I can’t see his face because the tall hedges now hide him from view. I should probably call the police but I decide to check it out myself. I grab a weapon – the rake leaning against the side of the house – as I inch cautiously towards the front yard.

 

I trek across the driveway separating the two houses, passing the beastly motorcycle and an open toolbox on the way. I stomp through the overgrown lawn and up the stairs to the front porch. The door is wide open and for some reason that puts me at ease. A burglar would probably be more discreet than that, right?

 

The knot in my stomach loosens a bit. This is probably all some huge misunderstanding.

 

I stick my head into the doorway without stepping inside, just as a precaution. “Hello?”

 

A shadowy figure approaches, moving down the long, dimly-lit hallway that leads from the kitchen to the front door. Sunrays slice through the kitchen curtains, illuminating him from behind and revealing his silhouette bit by bit. 

 

And what a sexy silhouette it is.

 

My eyes climb his frame in slow motion.

 

His large, sturdy feet.

 

His long, muscular legs and the gray basketball shorts hanging low on his hips.

 

Well, damn…

 

The delicious V punctuating his washboard abs.

 

The colorful, intricate tattoos ornamenting his strong chest and those brawny arms.

 

Oh, wow…

 

His square, stubbly chin.

 

Those full lips slowly spreading into a wide smile.

 

My god — I can’t breathe…

 

Blue eyes, as pale and electric as a flash of lightening.

 

He shoves his large hand through his messy blond hair. “Hey…”

 

My heart stops cold in my chest and a shiver runs through my body. The rake slips from my fingers and lands at my feet with a metallic clang. I choke out his name.

 

 

“Keeland…?”

 

 

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Contemporary romance author of the Esquire Girls Series and the Esquire HEAT Series available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.

 

 

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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Play Hard, Devil's Share book 5, L.P. Maxa

Initially I wasn't sure how this book would go, and then I read the blurb and I was even more unsure. But I love LP and the Devil's Share so I bought the book. I'm glad to say I loved it! Harlow was way more than I thought she would be and everything played out with Luke and Lexi a lot easier than I thought it would. I love that Lexi was part of the story and how the rest of the band was featured so prominently. I love how LP does that. I also love how she writes her male characters and the spunkiness her female characters have. Play Hard is the best possible story for Luke and I can't wait for the *sniff* last book in the series! πŸ“”πŸ“”πŸ“”πŸ“”πŸ“”

Hunter, Skylar Heart release blitz

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I wanted to love this book. I loved Hunter and how protective he was of Lizzy but it just moved so slowly for me. Everything took so long to develop and there was so much back and forth that it drove me a little crazy. I know Lizzy and Hunter are damaged but it just took so long for everything to be divulged. I loved the premise of the story, just moved too slow for me. πŸ“”πŸ“”πŸ“”

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Title: Hunter

Series: Broken Bad Boys #1

Authors: Skylar Heart

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 22, 2016

 

BLURB

 

LIZZY


I should have known he was trouble when I watched him drive his motorbike onto campus, leaving a trail of people whispering as he made his way into the Art Building.


Word around here is, he doesn’t date. So why do his eyes keep roving over me? Why does he want to talk to me?


Rumor has it, Hunter’s good at two things: making art, and getting into fights. I love art, but I can’t stand violence. I’ve been on the receiving end of it too many times.


My life is simple, it needs to be if I want to graduate and keep my eating disorder at bay… I sleep, I eat, I go to class and I definitely Do. Not. Date.


So why do I want him to hold me in his strong arms and cradle me to his broad chest?

HUNTER


She’s like a spooked little mouse. Not my type at all. Until she looked up at me and I was caught in her azure eyes.


But I won’t let her get close. In the last four years, I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever loved. I will never trust anyone ever again. The second I do, I’ll find myself alone again. So, what’s the use?


So I create big metal installations, I go to class when I feel like it, I drink and get into fights at the bar.


I have to stay away from Lizzy, because my darkness will only make hers worse. I know I have to, but that isn’t what my heart wants. When I see the pain in her eyes, I can’t resist her. I want to help her, touch her…


Own her.

 

 

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Skylar Heart loves sexy romances and has a particular soft spot for broken boys and their damaged girls. When she’s not reading or writing steamy stories, she loves to nap with her two cats, preferably under a fluffy blanket, and play videogames. She has studied literature and creative writing but often finds that the couple of classes she took on coding is much more of a help in this new adventure as an author.

 

 

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