Mar 31, 2015

*Release Blitz* SABATO (Ties of Steel) by M.J. Fields

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Title: Sabato: The Cross (Ties of Steel, #4)
Author: M.J. Fields
Release Date: March 31, 2015
 
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la fame.... Sabato Efisto is a cursed man. Born from sin, raised in revenge, he’s made a name for himself doling out pleasure and punishment in the lush Italian Riviera. io brucio.... When the sins of his father come to rest on his shoulders, Sabato trades his privileged—but dangerous—life as the son of a mafia kingpin for the untested—but willing—shores of New Jersey. Acquiring a sex club called Steelettos is only the first phase in his plan to seduce and tame his new American landscape. Phase two involves finding a woman who can meet his...very singular, and definitely less-than-legal needs. io conquisto.... Enter Melyssa Chance, a sassy southern law student who is as untested as they come. From the first glance, Melyssa knows that the sexy Italian is going to leave a mark on her reputation...and maybe a few other parts of her, while he’s at it. But what she doesn’t know is why she somehow caught his eye in return, what he really wants from her, and how far he’s willing to go to get it. che consumo…  
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Nobody’s Hero
May 27th
I prowl around the club in Florence. I need a release. Something warm to tease, taunt, titillate, tame, and tear up. It is not only the lifestyle I portray, it is truly who I am. It has never been my MO to waste time chatting up some romance novel junkie, saying all the things I know she wants to hear to get laid. That is why I came here. It’s not one of my places. I won’t lose the respect of my girls, or my clients. Tonight, I seek strange. I’ve come to exactly the right kind of place. I know this because I planned it. I plan everything. I take in the leather clad wait staff with piercings and tattoos—some of whom are holding whips—this is a no-last-name kind of scene. All fetishes are welcome here. My eye catches on a tall redhead with a nose ring that’s chained to her nipple ring—totally exposed, for all to see. Make that welcome, wet, and waiting. Nothing good happens on today’s date. Hell, nothing good ever happens these days, aside from orgasms and creating desire. If not for causing the slow buildup to release, and the inevitable double-edged climax, I would feel nothing. But then, usually I like feeling nothing. For too many years, I felt too much. Rage, sadness, jealousy, obsession, more rage...it was fucking exhausting, caring that much. Nowadays, I am a shark, coldly calculating without allowing anything to touch me on a personal level. Ironically, this seems to make me irresistible to the opposite sex. It also makes me notice things that most people are too nervous, too excited, too full of desire, or scared to notice. In one corner of the club, there’s a man whose facial expression gives him away as a first-timer to the BDSM scene—eyebrows raised, wide shoulders cocked back defensively, and a scowl on his face that will likely keep any subs from approaching him. The way his eyes flit from side to side, it’s as if he’s trying to figure out how he got here, and what the hell is going on. I follow his gaze, more slowly and casually, expecting someone who works here to greet him, at least help the poor bastard feel welcome. But no one does. As a businessman, it bothers me. But as an anonymous club patron—which I am tonight, I remind myself—I couldn’t give less of a fuck. I saunter over to the bar, sit down, and order a drink. Manhattan, with rye whiskey—the only kind of Manhattan that counts. When my drink is in my hand, I turn and continue scouting the crowd for talent. The majority have not picked their poison yet, and the ones who have are clearly all about being dominated. It seems like the place is crawling with prey, but not so many hunters. Good, I like those odds. The ‘out of his scene’ guy comes up to the bar and sits right next to me. He orders a glass of wine, cheap wine. I almost snort into my drink. Rookie move. Feeling generous, I turn to him and offer my hand. “I’m Sabato, how are you?” Immediately, his shoulders go up. “Dude, I like pussy. Okay? I’m not sure what the fuck about me screams I’m willing to swing that way, but—” “It’s definitely the clothes.” Excuse me?” His attitude is one I am not accustomed to. But then, after all, this is not one of my usual haunts. I decide to cut the guy a break, since he’s obviously clueless. “Look around the room.” I gesture vaguely with my drink. “Tell me, what do you see?” He shakes his head, looking confused. “Pussy.” He snorts, shooting me a glare. “And a bunch of guys who want to tag my ass.” My patience is very quickly running out. “And, what else?” He shakes his head again, more loosely this time. The wine must be getting to him already. What a light weight. “Honestly, man, I feel like any second, half of these guys are gonna bust out doing the fucking YMCA. I mean....” He gestures agitatedly around the room. “You got the cowboys, the cops, the gay bikers—fuck, we’re just missing the Indians in here.” I almost want to laugh, because he is right. “And if they see you checking them out, wearing...what you’re wearing...how do you think they will approach you?” He shrugs, looking offended again. I signal the bartender to bring him another wine, before he really gets his skirt in a twist. “What the hell is wrong with my clothes?” “Nothing,” I tell him. “If you’re going to a different kind of club.” I gesture to his shiny, black silk shirt. “I mean, you have your dancing shoes,” I can’t hold back a mocking smirk, “that match your cute little dancing shirt.” “Fuck you, dude.” His eyebrows push together, and he stares at me for a few seconds like he’s seriously thinking about kicking my ass. Then, slowly, he smiles. Shakes his head. Holds his hand out for me to shake. “Zandor Steel.” I take his hand and shake it. I like a man who doesn’t take himself too seriously. “So, what brings you here tonight, Zandor?” He shrugs. “Just thought I’d wander in. I’m not from around here, so....” My eyes widen in mock surprise. “Really?” “Fuck you twice,” he laughs. “Yeah, see,” I make a tsk-ing noise. “You can’t say that kind of thing in here, or one of these guys will take you up on it.” “Oh,” he nods. “Good point. I meant ‘Go fuck yourself, twice.” I find myself laughing, too, in spite of what day it is. It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten how refreshing it is to have people tell you to fuck off to your face. Eyes narrowing thoughtfully, I take out my phone and send a quick, subtle text to have this Zandor Steel looked into. When I look up, I see him staring at me, appraising me with a certain shark-like look to him. My shoulders straighten. I shouldn’t have let my guard down so easily. “I don’t know if I should be taking your advice, bro,” he says. “Doesn’t look like you’re any closer to slaying poon tonight than I am.” I like the ease of this conversation, but I don’t like the innuendo. I nod to a petite platinum blonde woman who sits across the room, waiting for notice. In a blink, she is at my side. I nod toward the floor, and she drops to her knees in front of me, ready to service my every wish—in the middle of the club—if I ask. “Well, fuck,” Zandor says, eyes wide. “My bad. You want to be my Yoda man, I will be your Padawan. Gladly. Just show me how to use the Force like that.” I have no idea what he’s talking about, but he looks like he expects me to. I shrug. Shake my head. The look on his face is incredulous. “Star Wars?” “Let me guess,” I say, taking another sip of my drink. “It’s an American thing.” “Actually, it’s kind of the most epic movie series of all...you know what, nevermind.” He nods “Carry on, oh wise one.” I gesture down to the petite blonde. “What is your flavor?” “My thing is pussy,” he repeats, like that is helpful. “Warm, willing pussy, in all varieties.” I sigh with impatience. “No, Zandor. You’re in a bondage club. I mean, what is your scene? What fetish are you into? Are you a top, a bottom, a group player? Dominance is not for everyone, no matter how....” I gesture vaguely at his physique. “Physically suited for it they may appear to be. Perhaps you yearn to submit. If that is the case, I can recommend some very talented dommes in the area.” Zandor Steel looks at me like I am deranged in some way—even though he is the one with the porn star name, who is wearing a ‘fuck me, daddy’ shirt. “Bro, I just like to fuck and not have the bitch so enchanted or fucking needy that she pulls out the old sexual harassment card, trying to teach me some fucking lesson. I’m not into really fucked up. I’ll spank an ass and play with some toys.”” “So, no blood play? Animal transformation? Figging?” Fuck no.” He looks vaguely nauseated at the thought—even though, I would bet good money he doesn’t know what any of those things mean. “That’s sick.” “It’s not about mental health or sickness,” I tell him, more patiently than I should. “It’s about control. Losing it, and feeling free. Or maybe taking it, for the first time in your life. Every day, in all aspects of our lives, control is what we seek. Yet most people have no idea how to control themselves, and they don’t try. They are slaves to their urges, instead of the other way around.” A feeling prods me then, something similar to guilt. What right do I have to be preaching to this stranger about self-control? After all, what am I doing here tonight? But Zandor seems to consider—genuinely consider—what I’ve told him. “Not sure if you’re being a dick, or sincere, but as I said before.” He points to the blonde at my feet, who is still silently, patiently waiting. “I want something simple. Meat and potatoes. I want ass that goes away satisfied when I’m done and doesn’t sit outside my door banging on it, begging for cock.” I can’t help but laugh at the visual image he’s created. “Begging is also a very big part of this scene, my friend. I wonder if you wouldn’t be more comfortable at a nice trucker bar. I hear there is one down by the gas station, near the freeway.” “Don’t tempt me,” he says, rolling his eyes. “At least there, no one would have a chance at knowing who I was. Ever since my family came into some money, that shit has seriously fucked up my game. There’s no such thing as ‘anonymous’ or ‘no strings attached’ anymore. Now, they’re telling me I need to ‘lay low?’ That ain’t gonna happen. So, like I said, teach away.” I’m intrigued by his story, and want to know more. New money is like blood in the water for a shark like me. But I’m also starting to like this guy, in spite of myself. So I indulge him, for the moment, and play mentor. “You have to keep feelings out of it,” I look down at the blonde, finally giving her the attention she craves. She is a textbook sub, willing to wait as long as it takes—because waiting for approval only makes her wetter. I point her to Zandor, and she crawls over, instantly transferring her attention—and adoration—on him. “The only thing you ask of her is obedience, until the game is done. Sexual obedience. Release must be earned, and given like a gift. It cannot be taken.” Zandor slowly smiles, staring at the blonde’s tits. “I definitely like control.” I nod to the redhead with the nose-to-nipple piercings, and she walks over to stand before me. “Is Cindy to your liking, Sir?” “She’s hot,” Zandor says. “So, yeah. I’d like to show her a good time.” “No,” I correct him. “You want to take pleasure from her. In return, if she does exactly as you instruct, she will be rewarded.” I look down at the girl. “Present yourself.” She does as I say, without question. Whether they know my name or not at this place, it doesn’t matter. They obviously know enough to tell a Dom when they see one. Leaning back on her heels, Cindy widens her legs slightly, clasping her hands behind her back. The position causes her breasts to jut out, pressing her nipples out against the sheer fabric of her costume. “You see how she is dressed?” I ask Zandor. “She is wearing lace, not leather. She will be a good partner for your first time. But make sure you agree to the rules, between the two of you, before anything happens. Her presentation shows her desires. She wants to be treated like a lady, but she needs for you to be in control. Like you, she is not so very experienced.” “What?” Zandor looks at me skeptically. “What do you mean? How can you possibly know that?” I gesture for the blonde to leave us. “Go over there and wait for your master to claim you, Cindy.” Immediately, she goes back to where she was sitting before, across the room. “Everything is in the rules,” I tell him. “It’s part of the world we live in, part of the scene. That is the kind of woman who wants a stranger to spank her and fuck her, but still wants the illusion of romance. She needs someone who wants to dominate her full time, and take care of her. If she asked for my opinion, I would have told her to go somewhere else. This is a place for temporary engagements. Whereas this one,” I point to the redhead, who is smiling at me with open invitation. “Is a submissive of opportunity. She wants to lose control, for an hour...a weekend. But she is experienced enough to be comfortable in the scene, which tells me that she will be looking for something...special. A singular experience she can tuck away and revisit later, in her private moments.” My eyes burn into hers, and my explanation takes a turn into something else. Something meant only for her and I. “She is looking for an eye-opening, stinging slap that will drive her over the edge at exactly the right moment. She wants a man who will fuck her, mind and body, like pleasure is her only purpose in the world. And when she’s screaming and begging for release, I will pull it out of her reach, at the last possible second. Because, more than anything, she wants the exhilarating feeling of being wildly...totally...helplessly...out of control.” By the time I am finished with my description, the redhead is almost panting with desire. I have no doubt that underneath her leather harness, she is dripping with need, ready and waiting for my cock to penetrate her. For my body to conquer hers, completely. I glance over my shoulder, toward the entrance to the private lounge area. I raise an eyebrow. She nods, eagerly. I turn toward him with a start. I’d almost forgotten he was there. “So...can I go fuck Cindy now?” I nod, because I am done mentoring for the evening. I have my target now, and nothing else matters but the slow burn, the build, and the eventual quench. “Of course. Just remember that control is a responsibility, not a right. It can be taken away, just as easily as it is given.” “Understood.” Satisfied that I have done my part for my fellow man, I turn my attention back to the redhead. “Go to the cross and wait for me.” I get up and slowly remove my jacket, folding it neatly over one arm. “It was nice meeting you, Zandor Steel.” With a nod, I leave him to his fun. I circle the bar and go into one of the side rooms, where a Saint Andrew’s cross waits in the center of a dimly lit room. The redhead is there, on her knees, already assuming ‘the Position.’ “Get undressed.” I close the door behind me—but not all the way, in case there are any voyeurs who would like to peek in—and hang up my jacket. By the time I turn around, the redhead has taken off her scant leather thong, and is kneeling naked in front of the cross. She is shaved bare, of course, and I can see for myself what my words have done to her. She is glistening already, and I have yet to touch her. Behind me, I can hear whispers, and I don’t have to turn to know a small crowd of watchers has gathered outside. It’s not unusual for me, because they know who I am, I have a reputation, one I am proud of. Her chest is heaving, her nipples are hard and she waits in her pool of desire. I unbutton the cuffs on my shirt as I look to my left and see Zandor, my new prodigy talking entirely too much to the girl wearing lace. I want to correct him but now is not the time. Now is show time, now is the time for me to release the anger of the date, to bring down sheets of glass and chaos on the lucky woman in front of me.    

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Title: Eroe: St. Andrews: A Sabato Origin Story (Ties of Steel Book 3)
Author: M.J. Fields
Release Date: March 15, 2015
 
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Sabato Efisto was born from an unholy union, the bastard son of a martyred saint and the Devil. At least, that's what he's believed, for most of his life. His father is an Italian crime lord, a man so dangerous that Sabato's mother died trying to get away from him. For that tragedy, which happened on his seventh birthday, Sabato blames himself. Every year, he practices the ritual of self-punishment, flirting with death the way most boys his age flirt with girls. Until ten years later, when he meets a sweet girl named Luciana, at St. Andrews of the Holy Cross. For the first time in his life, Sabato doesn't want to end it. The darkness in his soul is replaced by hope. But, as the priests will tell you, the sins of the father are not easily escaped. And those who are born into darkness must carry that cross forever....  
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Ties of Steel Series Order
Abe: Four In Hand (Ties of Steel, #1)
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Dominic: The Prince (Ties of Steel, #2)
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MJ Fields love of writing was in full swing by age eight. Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter for family members. The newsletter was put back into 'publication' in September of 2001 for the entertainment of her cousin on a Navy aircraft carrier in the gulf, (Her cousin is a female Navy officer and helicopter pilot). She self-published her first New Adult romance in January 18, 2013. Today, she has completed four self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, and The Men of Steel series. Ties of Steel, (the first series spun off of some the Men of Steel series) book 1 ABE and Book 2 Dominic are now available. The Norfolk series, has two titles available now, Irons 1 and Irons 2. MJ is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author. She lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.
 
 
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Mar 30, 2015

*Blog Tour* RICOCHET: Locked & Loaded (Ricochet, #1) by Heather C. Leigh

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Title: Ricochet: Locked and Loaded (Ricochet, #1)
Author: Heather C. Leigh
Releasing March 29, 2015
 
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Rick "Ricochet" Brennan served eight years as an elite Marine special ops Force Recon soldier. After an injury, and the terrible memories from that night, he retires and goes to work for his former Command Officer, Howard "Mack" McEvoy, at his training center in Atlanta. Sanctum MMA appears on the surface to be a normal gym, training elite fighters to be the best. Except each trainer, hand-picked by Mack, possesses a special background that allows Mack to run one of the best-kept secrets in the country.
 
When twenty-four year old Quinn Wallace finally escapes her abusive husband, she turns to her father’s old Marine Corps buddy, Mack, for help. Broken and skittish, Quinn finds herself surrounded by large, intimidating men— men who could easily overpower her. She avoids them the best she can, but when Rick turns out to be more than just a rough fighter with bruised knuckles, she finds herself wondering if she can allow herself to trust again. Ricochet is a full-length novel to be released as three parts.
 
***This book contains hot sweaty men, sexy scenes for those over 18, and uncomfortable, sometimes violent scenes.***  


 
Feeling ridiculous, Quinn ducked her head, turned, and practically ran down the hall to the break room. She shut the door behind her and sagged into it, leaning her forehead against the hard surface. “Shit,” she whispered to herself. “You do that a lot.” “Oh my God!” Quinn spun around to see the man with the striking aquamarine eyes, staring at her from his seat at the break room table. She choked, which made her cough, making it difficult to catch her breath. Rick, his name is Rick. The dark haired Adonis reclined in his chair, hands clasped behind his head as he smirked at Quinn. “You okay there?” She nodded, still unable to speak. “You scare too easily, doll.” “What?” Quinn rasped as she dug her fingernails into her palms to stop her hands from trembling. She was still recovering from surprise he gave her, otherwise she would have scolded him for the doll comment... maybe. If she weren’t so frightened of the man. “Every time I see you, you’re cursing under your breath.” Rick lifted an enormous bottle of water to his mouth and chugged down a third of it, never taking his sharp gaze off of Quinn’s. She noticed the large hand he had wrapped around the drink, knuckles scarred and bruised from fighting. That’s what all of these men did for a living, they fought or trained other men to fight. Those hands could hit… hard. Danger! Her mind told her again. Quinn’s heart was racing frantically, feeling as if it may explode in her chest. She shivered in response, but not from the fear she should be feeling from being so close to such a dangerous man. No, Quinn shivered because he was so damn hot she couldn’t stop imagining those large, rough hands running all over her skin. The way his lips surrounded the bottle and his throat working to swallow… she felt it in a way that made her uncomfortable. The fear mingling with desire had her flat-out confused. Quinn unintentionally let her eyes roam over his broad chest, which was covered by only a thin, tight T-shirt that had the sleeves cut off and was damp with sweat. His sinewy arms were on full display, each muscle cut perfectly. The only mark on his beautiful tan skin was a black tattoo of a skull inside a circle with wings coming off of it and a knife or weapon behind. For a minute, she thought she recognized the tattoo, but she wasn’t close enough to know for sure. I would love to lick that tattoo. Oh my god, where did that come from? Feeling her neck and cheeks flame up from her deviant thoughts, Quinn quickly gathered herself, remembering that this cocky man was poking fun at her. Dangerous or not, that made her mad. She narrowed her eyes at his annoyingly gorgeous face. “Well, you like to sneak up on people. It’s not nice. And, I’m not your doll.” She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look confident when all she really wanted to do was run out of here and hide, or maybe run across the room and straddle his lap. She was equally torn between the two. So what did she do? Nothing. Her feet were rooted to the spot. “Sneak up on people? You came in here, remember?” Rick pushed his chair back and got to his feet in one surprisingly nimble move for such a big man. Quinn swallowed when she got a good look at how tall he was, having to tilt her head back to see his face. The last time they spoke, she had been sitting while he leaned over her desk, his muscular body hidden behind the half wall that separated her from the lobby. Now that they were both standing, she could see that he was much, much taller than her petite five foot four inch frame. Her subconscious kept screaming at her. Danger! Quinn instinctively backed up, not stopping until she felt the kitchenette’s countertop dig into her lower back. Rick continued forward, only halting when there were just inches separating his large body from hers. He put his hands on the cabinets behind her, one on either side of her head caging her in. A small whimper fell from her lips and her breath stuttered. Quinn balled up her hands, running a fingertip over the ridge on her right palm. She shuddered from the thought of that scar, but when she remembered how she got it, she felt somewhat stronger. It was her badge of courage. “And,” he said, close enough that she could smell him, a faint mixture of aftershave and sweat. It was potent enough to make her bite her lip so she wouldn’t try to lick his neck or bury her face in his chest and inhale that masculine scent. “Lots of people think I’m nice… doll.” Then he smirked. Quinn’s mouth fell open at his arrogance. Jerk! Attraction or not, frightened or not, his slick overconfidence grated on her nerves. Braver than she’d felt for the first time in a long time, Quinn smiled at the egotistical man with the hypnotizing eyes. She refused to be another one of Rick’s groupies, and she was quite sure he had plenty of them falling for his easy charm and rugged perfection. “Yeah, well, those people that think you’re nice? I’m not one of them.” Trembling, she ducked under Rick’s arm, unable to keep herself from noticing how hard his abs were as she nudged by. Pretending to be fearless, Quinn snatched her purse out of her locker, and left without saying another word.

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Ricochet: Locked & Loaded (Ricochet, #1)
 
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Ricochet: Locked & Loaded is a gripping tale of the struggle two people face in starting their lives over after facing devastating, almost life ending tragedy. Warning - this book contains several intense scenes of violence. The scenes fit the story but may cause strong reactions.
 
What I Loved: Rick "Ricochet" Brennan  has all the stuff a swoon worthy alpha male lead needs - history of service to his country, MMA fighter by day and trained special operative by night, and a special skill of charming the ladies and then running for the hills. He's big, gorgeous, and strikes an imposing figure. In crafting Ricochet author Heather Leigh has created a dynamic push and pull of Quinn's conflicting attraction to the hero. A brutal past has given Quinn a sense of Ricochet's blend of violence and sweetness that creates a wrenching and honest confusion.
 
What I Didn't Love: Ricochet: Locked & Loaded moves quick and at times I found myself wanting to slow down for a little more back story on Rick and Quinn and the demons they both deal with. Also be earned that the story ends on a pretty big cliffhanger that left me more than a little frustrated with tragic heroine Quinn. Just as I was falling for her I found myself yelling at her, "What are you doing???"
 
Favorite Quotes:

"This girl pushed all of his buttons - definitely gorgeous, sweet but feisty, and best of all, not willing to let him get away with charming the pants right off of her."

"Being the cause of Quinn smiles became his new fix. One he didn't think he could go long without. Like and addict, he knew he would crave it, do anything to make it happen."

"In her mind, what they did was more than just fucking, it was everything. It was pleasure, comfort, safety, and love all wrapped up in one amazing night."

Ricochet: Locked & Loaded has a lot of promise that I can share pays off in it's sequel Ricochet Part II: Friendly Fire (review to come on that books release date). Fans of darker stories with bite will want to check this series out.
 
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I grew up in New England and currently live outside Atlanta, GA with my husband, two kids, a French Bulldog and a pug. I'm a full-time procrastinator and a part-time everything else. I love the Red Sox, chocolate, and traveling. When I'm not writing, I'm dealing drugs legally as a pharmacist.  
 
 
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*Cover Reveal* THE PROMISES WE KEEP (Made For Love, #1) by R.C. Martin.

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Title: The Promises We Keep (Made For Love, #1)
Author: R.C. Martin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 14, 2015
 
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The promises you keep reveal who you are and define who you want to be...
With senior year of college just a breath away, Beckham and Grayson, brothers by fate, battle against their fears and surrender to their hearts' bidding—consequences be damned; while Addison and Avery, sisters by blood, learn that in romance, all you need is love—except for when life is way more complicated than that. Written in each of their perspectives, The Promises We Keep tells the story of a couple joined together and another split apart. As they make plans in preparation for life after college in the Òreal world,Ó they are each challenged with the reality that love can conquer all; but only if they choose to let it, which is never as easy as it sounds.

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Grayson

She slays me.

When she opens the door, the effect she has on me is comparable to being sacked on the football field—no joke. Every time I see her, whether the time lapse is a day, a week, or five minutes, it's the same. She's just so freaking beautiful.

She's identical to my best friend's girl. They've got some crazy attractive combination of ethnicities happening, making them both unique and worthy of a double take. I think their dad is a mix between African American and some sort of French Canadian background, while their mom is of Pacific Islander decent. Avery always says that their mother is to thank for her long black hair. I do her one better and thank God for their mother, their grandmother and their grandfather, too.

For a while, I couldn't tell the difference between Avery and Addison. I'd always found them attractive, but because I couldn't tell them apart, I never thought to pursue anything, from fear that I'd end up hitting on Beck's girl. Then I got to know them—and while they are a lot alike, they are also incredibly different. Not that my ability to tell them apart mattered at that point. By the time I realized that I liked her as more than a friend, it was quite clear that she deserves far better than the likes of me...

But that doesn't mean that I can't look.

She's more than a foot shorter than me; and even though I know she's got her own little bit of strength, evident in her toned muscles gained from years of running and carrying that cello of hers, she's so petite and delicate. Sometimes I wonder how her personality fits inside of her small frame. She's incredibly talented, with a focus and determination that seems to be a reflection of my own. She can also be really shy, which I find to be just downright adorable. Then she'll get really passionate about something and you can't shut her up. But she's always kind and genuine.

When she looks up at me with those big brown eyes, like she is now, and smiles at me with her full heart-shaped lips, she owns me. She doesn't know it—but she does. What I want to do is scoop her up into my arms and tell her how pretty I think she is, only I wonÕt. Instead I simple say, 'Good Morning.'

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R.C. Martin is a born and bred Coloradan. While she now resides in Virginia, her home will always be in the land of the Rocky Mountains, where sheÕs left a piece of her heart and where her characters come to life. As a woman in love with love and filled with compassion for young women on a journey to find themselves in todayÕs society, she aspires to inspire her readers to do more than settle. She hopes that her writing will remind, or perhaps teach women that they are valuable and worthy of the best kind of love—the kind that is gentle, patient, faithful, passionate, all consuming, never ending, and leaves them breathless.
 
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*Release Bltiz* Jake Understood (Jake #2) by Penelope Ward

 
From the New York Times bestselling author of Jake Undone, comes a full-length standalone companion novel and sequel.
 
A different side to the story: Jake’s side.
 
“We’re getting a new roommate,” they said.
 
I thought nothing of it...until she walked in the door. Her hand trembled in mine as she looked at me with fearful eyes. My entire world spun on its axis.
 
Nina...
 
It was a mismatch made in heaven: innocent girl from the boonies moves in with tattooed, pierced, badboy engineer.
 
I came up with a bet, a plan to tutor her in math and coach her through her phobias. What I wasn’t betting on was becoming addicted to her.
 
But I was living a double life on weekends, and once she found out about it, she’d be gone.
 
I had to protect myself and that meant one thing: I couldn’t fall in love.
 
In Jake Understood, pivotal scenes from Jake Undone are retold from Jake’s point of view combined with all-new material from both the past and present time where Jake Undone left off. It can stand alone but if both books are read, should follow Jake Undone. Contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. It is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+.
 
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JAKE UNDERSTOOD will be on $2.99 sale for release day only and that will be the only sale of the year. You can also pick up the book that started it all, JAKE UNDONE, for just 99 cents through the end of the week.
 
 
 
I received a copy of this story for an honest review.
 
It's a special kind of writer that can have you revisit a world you already love and make it feel totally fresh and new. Penelope Ward does just that with JAKE UNDERSTOOD. I was completely consumed with this new perspective on Jake and Nina's touching and heartfelt romance. Full of sweet romance and heart wrenching angst, JAKE UNDERSTOOD has a beautiful message about the happiness you can find when you embrace living in the moment and letting go of the past.
 
JAKE UNDERSTOOD bounces between present day married Jake and Nina in the middle of a crisis and past Jake and Nina slowly falling in love with each other. The story plays out like a mini mystery of the problem with the pair and how the strength of their love will pull them through it.
 
Fans of JAKE UNDONE will be super satisfied with not only the new glimpses into Jake and Nina's past but also the deep look at where the years have taken them that JAKE UNDERSTOOD provides. If you're new to Penelope Ward and her struggling soul-mates Jake and Nina, now is the time to take the plunge and get to know them.
 
Favorite Quotes:
 
"If it was the last thing I did, I wanted to eradicate every last bit of the fear that lived inside of this girl. I wanted her to be happy and wanted to be the one to make that happen even if I couldn't understand where that need was coming from."
 
"Sometimes, if you're willing to withstand a little pain in your life, you might discover a pleasure that you never would have otherwise known existed."
 
"I didn't just love her. To me, she was love, she was life."
 
JAKE UNDERSTOOD made me laugh, tear up, and give my Kindle a little hug. How could I not recommend it?
 
Happy reading.


Mar 29, 2015

*Blog Tour* Night Shift: Dirty Things Happen in the Dark

Night Shift is now available 6 NEW novellas -- Never Before Released 100% of the proceeds will be donated to charity
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Authors: Toni Aleo, Kindle Alexander, Sawyer Bennett, Chelle Bliss, Eden Butler, and Brenda Rothert
 
Synopsis:
Summer in the Big Easy is hot. Inside Tulane Medical Center the temperature is on the rise. A doctor nursing a broken heart. A wounded warrior with no interest in love. A single father finding the girl who got away. A combat nurse trying to adjust to civilian life. Two lost souls looking for love. A former detective looking for answers and an FBI agent who finds more than he bargains for.
Desire. Lust. Excess. New Orleans will never be the same. Six never before released stories that will leave you breathless. Dirty things happen in the dark.
 
Learn More About These Authors Toni Aleo is the author of the Assassins Series, Bullies Series, Whiskey Prince, Let it be Me, and the Spring Grove novels. She lives in Clarksville, TN with her husband, and two beautiful children. She enjoys taking pictures, writing, shopping and going to as many hockey games that she can! Click here to visit her website.
 
Kindle Alexander, best selling and newly award winning author, is an innovative writer and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next! Happily married with too many children, and dogs, living in the suburbs of Dallas. Click here to visit her website.
 
Sawyer Bennett, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. Her husband works for a Fortune 100 company which lets him fly all over the world while she stays at home with their daughter and three big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn't have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate. Click her to visit her website.
 
Chelle Bliss, USA Today bestselling author, writes stories about real-life scenarios with fantasy Alpha males. Her works include humor as well as steamy sex. Her work includes her best selling series Men of Inked. Click here to visit her website.
 
Eden Butler is an Amazon best-selling editor and writer of Romance, Mystery and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary Romance, "Chasing Serenity" launched October 2013. Since that time Eden has published six books and novellas including the Amazon best seller, "Thin Love". Click here to learn more about her.
 
Brenda Rothert is a proud indie author who loves writing stories that make readers laugh, cry and occasionally, yell at their e-readers. Her Contemporary Romances include Unspoken; The Now Series - Now and Then, Now and Again and Now and Forever, and The Fire on Ice Series - Bound, Captive, Edge, Drive and Release. Her latest release is Killian, the first book in her new hockey series, On the Line. For more information about Brenda’s books, visit her website at www.brendarothert.com.

100% of the proceeds will be donated to:

  keith

The Keith Milano Memorial Fund - The Keith Milano Memorial Fund was established to help raise awareness about the devastating deadly disease that is Mental Illness. Keith’s spirit and laughter is kept alive through our efforts to increase awareness about mental illness and to raise money for education and imperative research. Click here to learn more
 
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Pancreatic Action Network - The Pancreatic Cancer Action Network is fully committed to providing the most comprehensive set of programs and services to fight this very difficult disease. Our commitment and passion are driven by our mission: to advance research, support patients and create hope for anyone facing pancreatic cancer. Click here to visit the Keep the Memory Alive page
 
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Nashville Predators Foundation - At the inception of the Nashville Predators' franchise in 1997, we not only made a commitment to develop a successful hockey team and organization, but also believed and committed to fulfilling a recognized responsibility to play an important role in our home community. Click here to learn more  
 
 
 
I received a copy of this story for an honest review.
 
Six wonderfully crafted novellas written by six authors at the top of their game with 100% of the proceeds benefiting worthy charities -  I knew going into Night Shift: Dirty Things Happen in The Dark that this special project was going to be a wonderful treat. I was pleased to find meaningful tales of romance, heartbreak, steamy passion, second chance romance, and exciting mystery. I cannot recommend Night Shift: Dirty Things Happen in The Dark enough. You're going to want to grab this one ASAP.
 
Off Duty by Sawyer Bennett - Oh this story has all the feels, forbidden first love torn cruelly apart, hurtful misunderstandings, a father's devotion to his son, and second chance romance full of hope. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Sawyer Bennett does good book boyfriends and Tim Davis (the hero of this tale) is no exception. I'm a Bennett fan girl and this novella hit my happy place.
 


 
Rebound by Chelle Bliss - This tale of a heartbroken alpha looking to forget is scorching hot. What starts as a quick bar hook-up turns into a real possibility of forever. The hero and heroine are so clearly defined and real, I bought their connection and think you will too. 
 
 
Wanting to Forget by Toni Aleo - Jordie Thomas is one of those special conflicting characters that will make you want to hug him while repeatedly punching him in the head.  Wanting to Forget may not win Jordie a lot of new fans (because of his man-whoring ways) but Aleo is the queen of emotional growth. Jordie is a complex character who does some dumb and douchey things but it's going to make his redemption that much sweeter.  
 

 
Closet Confessions by Kindle Alexander - A steamy encounter between a lonely doctor and a tense trauma nurse  in a hospital closet turns out to have more meaning than meets the eye. Kindle Alexander pulls off a sweet twist that I adored. Closet Confessions left me with the biggest smile on my face.
 

 
Healing Touch by Brenda Rothert - Take two adults who've experienced their fair share of heartbreak and self doubt, shut them in a small steamy space and watch passion ignite. The connection between Carson Stephens and Dr. Jocelyn Drake sizzled and I happily cheered for their HEA. 
 

 
Swimming in Shadows by Eden Butler - Swimming in Shadows is the mystery component of the anthology and it definitely kept me on edge. This is my first taste of Eden Butlers writing and this novella was enough to make me want to check out more.
 

 
Do yourself a favor and pick up a copy of Night Shift: Dirty Things Happen in The Dark. These novellas have a little bit of something for everyone and the causes the proceeds support couldn't be more worthy. Recommended without reservation.
 
Happy reading.
 

Mar 28, 2015

*Cover Reveal* Killer by Clarissa Wild




Title: Killer (Prequel to Stalker)
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: May 26th, 2015 (in the Summer Fire Boxed Set)
Genre: Dark Romance (18+)
Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24920177-killer

 
This is a prequel to the Dark Romance Standalone STALKER.

Some secrets are meant to stay hidden …

Secrets could kill you. My husband is the prime example.
I’m a trophy wife. Someone’s prized possession, just there to be pretty. My dreams were pushed aside for his. Until one fateful night, one chance encounter, all his dirty secrets were exposed.
And then my supposed husband is killed.
I should be sad, but all I feel is anger. My husband is a lying, cheating bastard. And if that isn’t bad enough, I’m now the prime suspect for his murder.
Only his brother believes I'm innocent, and in his support, I find relief. However, I will find the real killer and bring him to justice ... before he tries to end my life too.


WARNING: This book contains strong language, explicit situations, and disturbing content.


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Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series, but she's best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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