Home the Hard Way by Z.A. Maxfield *Review*

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I’m Z.A. Maxfield, coming at you from lovely sunny southern California where I’m blogging about my latest release, Home The Hard Way.

 

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Here’s the blurb for Home the Hard Way: Dare Buckley has come home—or at least, he’s come back to Palladian, the small town he left as a teenager. After a major lapse in judgment forced him to resign from the Seattle PD, Palladian is the only place that’ll hire him. There’s one benefit to hitting rock bottom, though: the chance to investigate the mystery of his father’s suicide.

Dare also gets to reacquaint himself with Finn Fowler, whose childhood hero worship ended in uncomfortable silence when Dare moved away. But Finn isn’t the same little kid Dare once protected. He’s grown into an attractive, enigmatic stranger who neither wants nor needs what Dare has to offer.

In fact, Dare soon realizes that Finn’s keeping secrets—his own and the town’s. And he doesn’t seem to care that Dare needs answers. The atmosphere in Palladian, like its namesake river, appears placid, but dark currents churn underneath. When danger closes in, Dare must pit his ingenuity against his heart, and find his way home the hard way.

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Review

4 stars

Dare is not happy returning to Palladian but it’s his best option career-wise. Ghosts from his past are soon haunting him, but none of them compare to Finn Fowler. As childhood friends, Finn looked up to Dare and he thrived under Finn’s worship. But now after years being apart, Dare doesn’t recognize Finn. As Dare struggles to piece together his life in his hometown he must try to keep a clear mind in regards to the events that are happening in Palladian. But things get even more complicated as he gets to know more about Finn and the case he’s working on.

From the moment Dare stood up for Finn in grade school, Finn never left his side–until Dare left after tragedy struck his family. Finn’s past is filled with hurt and judgement, but that hasn’t stopped him from making a life for himself in the town that hurt him. But as things spiral out of control in Palladian, Finn finds himself in the middle of a situation where accusations are thrown haphazardly and secrets are being revealed.

I was intrigued from the very beginning, which is a good thing when starting a book. Especially one packed-full of details to follow through.

Initially I was intrigued by Dare. I wanted to know what was his story, why he left town when he was 15 and why he came back if he was so unhappy to be there. Of course, as the story progressed and other characters and facts starting surfacing I was more than a little invested in how it would all turn out.

I have to say that there was never a dull moment as the story continued to develop. Especially once Finn came into the picture.

Z.A. Maxfield sure didn’t pull any punches when telling his story. My heart went out to him immediately when I first learned about his childhood and my admiration for who he became increased as I saw how far he had gotten in life. I loved his sensitive and caring side, not only when it came to his aunt, but with how he cared for Dare. Sure, there were misunderstandings, but he did care about him in a deeper level and it showed in how he struggled to come to terms with his emotions towards Dare and how it conflicted with the secret he kept.

The author’s writing was superb. I found myself riveted in the story, analyzing facts and anticipating what was to come next. She did a great job in introducing all sorts of characters that helped to move the story along and paired it with little details of town-life that added to the thrill of the events that were happening. Gossip, secrets and betrayals were just a couple of elements thrown into an already complicated situation and I devoured it all.

I could say more, but I enjoyed the little surprises thrown at me too much to spoil the experience for you. All in all, an intriguin read packed-full of suspense and emotions.

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.

 

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About the Author

Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back.  Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.

If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”

Readers can visit ZAM at her website, Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr.

 


My First, My Last by Lacey Silks *Review and Excerpt *

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My First, My Last
by Lacey Silks

An Adult Contemporary Romance
From MyLit Publishing
Released on July 21st 2014

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Fate has kept them apart for twenty years.
Their roads hadn’t crossed and the stars didn’t align until now…

Matured, more experienced, pierced, tattooed and hot as hell, Adrian steps back into Mia’s life to reclaim his first love.

And the moment she sees him she can’t even remember her own name.

Adrian Reed had always remained in Mia’s heart. After all, he was her first boyfriend and the man she’d lost her virginity to, but that was twenty years ago. His sudden appearance at a bar, on a girls night out, has Mia acting like the fifteen year old girl she was when they parted.

But life now is not as simple as it was twenty years ago. With two kids, a hopeful ex-husband and new insecurities, Mia finds opening up to a new relationship more challenging.

Will she give her first love another chance, or will she push him away, this time for good?

 

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Review

3-stars

I love second chance stories and this one caught my attention because the main characters were more matured than what I usually read.

From the very beginning we see Mia and Adrian reunited. Mia is both surprised and overwhelmed which I could understand, but I found her thought process to be confusing. On the one hand she was happy that she had a second chance with Adrian and on the other she hesitated to commit. It went like this for a while, which lessened my interest in the story. For a divorced woman who accepted Adrian as the love she never forgot she sure doubted their connection. Her hesitations and doubts only served to portray her as immature.

The other factor that made this such a hard read for me was the fact that most of the first half of the book lacks any engaging dialog. To me, dialogue is one of the most important elements in a story–especially one where the main characters are getting to know each other.

Thankfully things picked up pace and a bit more emotion came to the story towards the second half of it.

I admit that I enjoyed Adrian and Mia’s chemistry. Although their lust was intense, the emotions they felt towards each other always made their presence know whenever they got together. This I appreciated a lot since it helped me to see how deeply connected they were.

All in all, a sweet second chance story with plenty of emotions and sizzling chemistry to round it all up.

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Excerpt

I ignored Adrian’s chummy sense of humor and swam toward the waterfall. There, the shallower bottom allowed me to stand, and I adjusted my nearly nonexistent attire. Within seconds Adrian’s arms were around me, reaching down from behind for my hands. Our fingers interlaced and I lifted my head up and tilted it back, meeting his larger lips. His mouth covered mine. The dominance of his strength transferred through the kiss. I twisted in his arms, turning to face him, and felt myself being lifted out of the water. I held onto his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist, pressing myself to him like a savage, but I just couldn’t get enough of his divine lips. He stepped to the right and my back touched the cold rock surface. My lower lip found itself in his mouth as he bit it tenderly, and then his tongue dipped back inside me, grazing against mine, curving gently between my tender gums.

My hands played with his wet hair as his fingers dug into my ass, molding my behind as he held me. Underneath my ass, his arousal was hard and I fought the urge to jump off him and feel his length grow in my hands. God, how I wanted him! I wasn’t sure how long we remained like this—like two reckless teenagers without a care in the world, savoring each second of our deep kiss, twining our limbs, completely enveloped in each other. There was something so enticing about kissing the first man who’d stolen my heart. The first one who had kissed me, touched me, and made love to me: the one whom I’d bared my body to for the first time. The man who’d first seen me naked and christened my skin with his hands and lips like it was created only for him.

My sex dripped with desire for him. When my feet finally touched the ground, his free hand slid up my hip and ribcage, grasping my breast. I sucked in his breath, needing him to rip that bathing suit off me. A deep yearning surged through my veins. Adrian’s hard cock poked through his shorts into my belly. I stepped up on my toes, careful not to slip so that I could grind myself against him. Frenzy built inside me with each twist of my hips. I was

no longer a responsible mother, but a woman whose needs had been denied for far too long. I wanted to feel all the exquisite things he could do with my body as a man.

“Let’s get more comfortable, T.” He pulled away, his suggestion thick with lust.
“Hello.”

 

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About the Author

Author of Erotic Romance, Lacey Silks writes her stories from life experiences, dreams and fantasies. She likes a pinkish shade on a woman’s cheeks, men with large feet and sexy lingerie, especially when it’s torn off the body. Her favorite piece of clothing is a birthday suit.

When she’s not thinking about writing steamy stories, which is a rare occasion, Lacey enjoys camping and skiing with her family (not at the same time of course). She’s a happily married wife blessed with two kids who adore going to the library. She’s an early bird by nature, but loves the nightly adventures with her hubby which provide good content for her books.

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Point of Redemption (Nordic Lords MC, #2) by Stacey Lynn *Review and Excerpt*

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Point of Redemption (Nordic Lords MC, #2)
by Stacey Lynn

Released July 30, 2014

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Lies. Heartbreak. Betrayal.

No one knew the devastation of those three words more than Faith Winston and five years ago, she endured every one of them. All she wanted was to feel safe and marry the very man who promised to love her and protect her, Ryker Knight.

But growing up in the Nordic Lords Motorcycle Club, she should have known she couldn’t have a happy ending. Instead, her world became a nightmare. The bikers—her family—abandoned her, leaving her to crash without their safety net.

Ryker Knight has spent the last five years consumed with guilt, running from the ghosts that haunt him. That is until his past catches up with him the moment his brother needs his help. Returning home to Jasper Bay, he’s forced to face the same ghosts he was running from. Only to find that the woman he loved is trapped in a hell of her own, entrenched behind enemy lines —and it’s all his fault.

And even though Ryker’s life comes with priorities that he can’t – and won’t – turn his back on, he refuses to leave Jasper Bay until he’s found Faith.

But will she want to return to the life she’s always wanted even if Ryker is no longer capable of giving her what he once promised?

 

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Review

4 stars
3.5 stars

Ryker left his hometown after a disastrous night that chattered the world he lived in–in the MC and his personal life. Now he lives his life with no romantic entanglements and no complications. At least not until his brother calls him for help. It is then that he finds the mess he left behind has grown even more complicated and it centers around the one woman he never managed to forget.

Faith’s life hasn’t been the same since Ryker left town. Her life is a living hell that she has no hope to escape. She lives in fear of her mother’s life and her own while drowning in the guilt she carries because of how she must live her life to survive. Not even having Ryker back in town soothes her fears–she’s that far gone.

I admit that it’s my own fault for not loving this story, mainly because I came into it with great expectations after meeting Ryker in the Point of Return. That said, I still think that it was a very good story even if I didn’t love it.

I think my main problem with this story was the fact that although the connection between the characters was made apparent, I didn’t get to experience it first-hand. Much of the time I was told about it and those few times when I got to experience it weren’t enough for me to become emotional invested in Ryker and Faith’s relationship.

That’s not to say that the story lacked romance. Stacey Lynn brought that element forth while still maintaining the darkness surrounding Faith’s life and the MC world she was a part of. I liked that she kept that aspect of the story intact even when she brought in the intense and often times emotional moments that took place between Ryker and Faith.

Another element that helped to keep me interested in the story was how the conflict was played out. I liked the twists and turns that Stacey Lynn brought to the story as well as the answers to previous questions. She managed to maintain my curiosity as the story unfolded, which in and of itself is a great feat considering I wasn’t vested in the romance that was taking place.

All in all, an intense read that shed light into Faith and Ryker’s past relationship and helped to move the series along.

*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.

 

Excerpt

*This is not full edited and excerpt may be changed or deleted prior to publication*

“Don’t you get it, Ryker?” She stepped away from me and slowly turned around. Before I could process what she was doing, her back faced me as she lowered her robe. With her arms bent at the sides, the robe fell down her back and draped across the back of her waist. She reached up with one hand and pulled her hair over her shoulder so I could see the black lace.

I wanted to run my hands over her skin and feel the lace beneath my fingers. But I stopped myself. My eyebrows pulled in, confused as to what she was trying to show me.

“Look,” she said. “Look closer.”

I did. I moved in and bent down and watched her shiver beneath my hooded gaze. And then I felt the need to hit something because I could finally see what she wanted me to see.

“Faith,” I said as I lightly reached out and began tracing the scars with the tip of my thumb. My teeth ground together and my jaw radiated in pain from trying not to scream at her. I could barely see them under the lace, but they were there. White scars, some still pink. I moved the robe down, wishing the lace was gone so I could see the maze of angry slashes and scars that decorated her fucking gorgeous skin.

“What is this?” I growled. The back of the robe was fisted in my hands and I pulled it off. I didn’t see the beauty in front of me, the woman who could always make my dick hard in seconds. Now I saw the broken and marred skin and all of it was my own damn fucking fault for not taking a minute five years ago to stop and think for one damn second.

Faith looked at me from over her shoulder. I dragged my eyes, reluctantly pulling them off her skin and scars, and saw the deadness in her eyes. “Disobedience has its consequences.”

She shrugged her shoulders and moved away from me, but I stopped her. One hand went to her waist and I tightened my grip on her hip before she could walk away. I stared at my hand on her skin wishing I was touching her for a different reason.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

Her eyes grew wet before she looked away from me to the floor. My fingers twitched on her hip and I felt her jump slightly.

“Faith,” I said, my throat raw with pain and regret. “We’ll free you from them. I fucking swear it.”

She spun around and my hand fell from her skin down to my side. She reached out, grabbed the robe from my other hand, and shrugged it on, knotting the belt tightly around her waist.

“What you don’t understand,” she said quietly, “is that I’ll never be free again.”

 

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About the Author

Amazon Bestselling Author of 
the Just One Song series, Don’t Lie to Me,
 Remembering Us and the Nordic Lords MC series.

I am a wife, a mom, and a writer. I can often be found curled up on the couch with a good book, or obsessively eating Skittles in a very complicated and organized manner. No joke.

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Semper Mine (Sons of War) by Lizzy Ford *Excerpt*

 

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Semper Mine (Sons of War)
by Lizzy Ford

A Contemporary Romance
From Guerrilla Wordfare
Released on April 29th 2014

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“A freak accident landed both of the Khavalov twins under my command, just before a routine mission turned into a nightmare. I brought home one twin in a coffin and the other in a coma missing his leg. I did everything right – and still people died. I can’t forget that night or how many lives it changed, including mine.

It’s natural for their sister, Katya, to blame me. I made one decision in the middle of a firefight, and it shattered her sheltered world. I’m the ice to her fire, and when we first meet, it’s not pretty. I don’t fear war or death, and I am definitely not going to let a beautiful woman with a quick temper and broken heart scare me off, either. I know she’s hurting, and I’m determined to make sure she’s okay. It’s the least I can do for the twins.

I may have failed them that night, but I won’t fail her. What I’m not counting on: the feelings she ignites within me.” – Captain Sawyer Mathis

 

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Captain Mathis is across the room, hands on hips, watching. Impossible to read as usual, though one eyebrow is up in either accusation or inquisition. He nods his head to the side in a silent command for me to join him.

I have no idea where this guy gets off thinking he can boss me around. It might work with his men, but not with me.

I go outside instead, feeling claustrophobic.

Maybe being here is a mistake. I want to think it’s for Petr and Mikael – and it is – but there’s another reason I feel compelled to stay. I think there’s a piece of me that needs this,too, though I’m not sure why, when this is totally not my scene.

Tossing my head back, I gaze at the late afternoon sky, so blue and beautiful. The forest calms me, and I shake out my shoulders.

“Is there anyone here you don’t have a problem with?” Captain Mathis asks from behind me.

“We’ll find out, won’t we?”

He’s quiet. I have a feeling he’s not entirely certain what to say in response.

After a minute, he circles and stops in front of me, reaching for my belt. Not expecting the sudden proximity, I freeze where I’d normally move or push him out of my space. He smells lightly of coconuts once more, and I find myself staring at the width of his chest and the shapely arms and shoulders. His brown eyes are the shade of dark chocolate, his skin rendered golden by the sun and his hair kept in a neat high-and-tight. His heated strength is different than that of my brother’s.

I notice his body, how close he is to me, the way his roped forearm muscles shift with the movement of the long fingers unsnapping my belt. I’ve never paid any attention to my brothers like this.

“Grommets on the outside,” he instructs me. He steps closer to pull the belt out and twist it before settling it again at my waist. Snapping it into place, he drops his hands but remains a little too close for my comfort.

“Thanks,” I murmur.

In a manner of seconds, I’ve forgotten why I hate him and Brianna. It’s uncanny, as if my senses overtake conscious thought when he’s around.

“Your brother’s old enough to fight his own battles.”

Anger stirs, and I look up at him. “I know that!”

Captain Mathis is calm, always so calm. I wonder what it feels like not to experience emotions the way I do.

“So you’re just picking fights today?” he asks.

“None of your damn business!”

“For this week, it is,” he says firmly. “We’re a team. If you’re going to be picking fights all week, I’d like to know.”

“Why? So you can trade me?” I challenge, crossing my arms. Being so close to him is a little too intense right now. I step back self-consciously.

“So I can make sure I have your back, if it elevates,” he responds. “It’s what teams do.

Take care of their own.”

“Except for Mikael.” I can’t help it. I’m feeling furious with the handsome man before me once more.

Captain Mathis doesn’t even blink. If anything, he seems to grow colder. “Whatever you think you know about me, I will have your back, because that’s the way this works.”

It’s not what I’m expecting to hear. He has a way of either infuriating me or deflating my anger. The weird tension stretches between us, the one that manages to replace thought with a physical awareness of his body.

 

About the Author

Lizzy Ford is the author of over thirty books written for young adult and adult romance readers, to include the internationally bestselling “Rhyn Trilogy,” “Witchling Series” and the “War of Gods” series. Lizzy has focused on keeping her readers happy by producing brilliant, gritty romances that remind people why true love is a trial worth enduring. Lizzy’s books can be found on every major ereader library, to include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords. She lives in southern Arizona with her husband, three dogs and a cat.

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Down On The Other Street by Jennifer Cie

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Down On The Other Street
by Jennifer Cie

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Long winded, unemployed, and timid, on the first date Brendan Bloom is already in love. Comfortably arched over his body, Ryan contemplates murder. Cold, necklace gleaming against the pale tint of her collarbone, the passenger could have mercy. Not a little black book, but a faded love letter out from under the sheets.

Some romances ignite on sight, others flare at the base of waterless tubs soaked in agitation.

Rooted in the South, this collection of short stories delivers five electric confessions of love, sexuality, and identity across time.

 

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Excerpt

Intellectuals Are Fools

““You’re not asking someone studied—you know? I guess the rough kind of good. Like when you floss your teeth till your gums bleed. Hurts a bit, but the taste and feel are good to you.”

My first “real” talk came from you in 1992. I was fourteen sitting on the edge of my father’s leather recliner watching you cut the edges off a peanut butter sandwich. You didn’t have any tattoos back then. You had on this red sweater with blue stripes swishing through it. That pesky string of acne was still running down your right cheek when you offered me half of the sandwich.

“Anna. Why do you want to know about sex—from me?”

I wanted to tell you that the walls in my house had grown thin. Even with the stretches of screeching cars passing by and gargled whispers from the Mississippi River outside, I could hear everything tiptoeing inside. The high pitched turned guttural shrieks the women in my brother’s magazines evoked. The sound of the calluses on his hands attacking flesh like rubberized sandpaper; then, the wheezing attack followed by a hushed “guuu-ah” and tissues sopping up warm ooze. The late-night lullaby to my summers had changed, and I wanted to know the words.”

 

About the Author

Jennifer Cie is a Tennessee native who loves taking aimless road trips, taste testing whiskey and low grade tequila—for science, and writing about social issues in everyday life. Self-proclaimed writer of “two cups of morning coffee” length books, Cie is the author of the fictional work Memphis Rain, creative non-fiction memoir Burn It, and the upcoming collection of short stories entitled Down On The Other Street.

When she is not getting lost driving across state lines, you can find her rambling about book formatting, poor life decisions, and everything in between on her blog: www.journeytopaperback.com.

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Lead (Stage Dive, #3) by Kylie Scott *Review and Excerpt*

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Lead (Stage Dive, #3)
by Kylie Scott

A New Adult Contemporary Romance
From St. Martin’s Griffin
Released July 29th 2014

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Stay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage Dive, the epic New Adult series from New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play.

 

As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, whether it’s booze, drugs, or women. However, when a PR disaster serves as a wake-up call about his life and lands him in rehab, he finds himself with Lena, a new assistant to keep him out of trouble.

Lena’s not willing to take any crap from the sexy rocker and is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their sizzling chemistry. But when Jimmy pushes her too far and Lena leaves, he realizes that he may just have lost the best thing that ever happened to him.

 

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Review

5-stars

As the lead singer for Stage Dive, Jimmy has had his fill of women, drugs and alcohol. Although he has gone through rehab and made great strides toward getting his act together, the band advises him to hire an assistant to keep an eye on him.

In comes Lena. Not necessarily a “sober companion”, she is great at time management and getting things done. Although hesitant at first to act as Jimmy’s companion, Lena soon finds herself drawn to the man. He has many layers to him and she can’t help but be intrigued by all of them.

And here I thought this series couldn’t get any better, what a story!

If you follow the series, you know some of Jimmy’s backstory. His problem with addiction was first highlighted on Lick and some of his sobriety was referenced in Play. So of course, I was curious about his whole story and thankfully Kylie Scott didn’t disappoint.

What I liked most about this story was the many layers the author managed to bring into both character’s personalities. Both of them had moments were their humorous side won out, where their emotions ran rampant and where their lust overtook them. I loved them together and could not get enough.

Lena was an awesome character and the perfect partner for Jimmy. She had a great personality that complemented what Jimmy needed to get through his days. Starting as employer and employee, they soon found themselves forming a friendship based on trust, loyalty and support. She brought out the best in Jimmy and with each moment spent together, Lena started to get emotionally attached to him. She gave as good as she got and had a great sense of humor. I had a lot of laugh-out-loud moments due to her alone.

An arm shot out, wrapping around my neck, pulling me in against him. His whole body trembled.
“You okay?” I asked.
A nod.
“Feeling a little emotional, huh?” I petted his hair. “That’s okay. It was an emotional blow job.”

My favorite moments were those where they spent time just hanging out, making each other laugh and getting to know each other. I appreciated the fact that although Lena had started having feelings for Jimmy early on, she never backed down from a fight–especially when it concerned Jimmy’s welfare. And although he was clueless most of the time and was an jerk to her a time or two, she never wavered in her loyalty or her support for him. She was always there for him–in good days and bad days. She loved him–warts and all– and I had to admire her for that.

“Every part of me wanted him, I yearned for him on the cellular level. There could be no escaping emotions of this magnitude. His good and bad, dark and light, his nice parts and his nasty. Everything he was, I loved, and it left me feeling utterly helpless.”

I admit, Jimmy hadn’t made a big impression on me in the previous books but somehow I knew that his story would change my view of him. And it did. He was moody most of the time, but underneath it all he was caring, loyal and understanding. I enjoyed how clueless he was when it came to Lena and how frustrated he became with her. But it was those rare moments when he let his guard down that were my favorite. He gave tiny glimpses of his real self to Lena until she finally managed to get over all the walls he had built around himself.

Whatever else he might be, Jimmy Ferris was special and complicated, beautiful and beastly, all rolled into one.

Lena and Jimmy’s chemistry was very, very good, but what I loved about them was how deeply connected they were. From that initial encounter where the first crack showed in Jimmy’s armor through their bickering and all the way through the sexual tension that always hovered around them, Jimmy and Lena’s connection never failed to grow and strengthen. It could be them watching TV, running or simply sharing a meal–their connection was always present.

“Don’t hate me, Lena,” he whispered. “You want to be mad at me when I do dumb things, that’s fine. But don’t ever hate me. I couldn’t take that, not from you.”

Of course I can’t leave out the presence of the secondary characters. Once again we get to visit a little with Ev, David, Mal, Annie and Ben. They all added to the story in one way or another and I appreciated what they each brought about. I’m especially curious now about Ben’s story. I can’t wait to know more about him.

Keep in mind that although this is the third book in the series it can be read as a stand alone. However, it would be an even more wonderful read if you got to experience the other character’s stories. Then you can get a clearer picture of the bond the band members and their partners have formed. Plus, who doesn’t love rock stars and their broody ways!

*I received an copy of this title through NetGalley in exchange of my honest opinion.

 

Excerpt

“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?”

“Nope.”

“You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis.

“Yes. I haven’t seen it.”

Can’t find it anywhere…”

“And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.”

“Sure you haven’t seen it?”

“For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low.

I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth.

He frowned. “No.”

“That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like some creepy perv?”

“Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation, however, changed everything.

“Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better.

“Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.”

Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars. “Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop looking at me weird.”

“I’m not!”

 

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Kylie is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

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Reverie by Monica Murphy *Excerpt and Teaser*

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Reverie
by Monica Murphy

A New Adult Contemporary Romance
Released on July 28th 2014

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I knew from the moment I first saw her she was the one. The only girl I could ever want.

The only girl I could ever love.
She is light.
I am darkness.
She is innocent.
I’ve done too much.
She is good.
I am bad.
She is my every dream.
I should be her every nightmare.
We come from different worlds. She’s…perfect. And I’m…

Not.

Somehow she wants me anyway. So we’ll grasp at what we can. We’re going to make this summer count. She’s my secret. And I’m hers.

The problem with secrets is they never last for long. And when others discover we’re together, they’ll do whatever it takes to keep us apart. All I know is: I won’t let them.

Because Reverie Hale? She’s mine.

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“Thirsty?”

I jump at the sound of a soft female voice, my hand jerking so the hose splashes me right in the face. Muttering a curse, I drop the hose and reach out blindly, wrenching the faucet off with one hand as I swipe at my eyes with the back of the other. I hear the girl laugh and I whirl around, fully prepared to find some bratty preteen Hale daughter mocking me.

But she’s not a preteen. Not even close. More like around my age. She’s tall and slender, her long blonde hair falling far past bared tan shoulders. She’s wearing some sort of sundress or whatever you call it and she’s pretty much covered since it hits just above her knees though her arms are exposed since the dress is sleeveless. The sun catches her just right though, shining through the thin fabric of her skirt so I can see through it.

My gaze drops and all I can see is long, long legs through the shadowy fabric. Damn. Those sexy legs are endless. She clears her throat, like she knows exactly where I’m looking and what I’m thinking and I jerk my gaze up guiltily to meet hers, feeling like a jackass.

That’s when I notice her eyes are blue. As blue as the sky above us, and she’s so damn pretty, with delicate features and pink, pink lips, that I can’t seem to form words.

“Who are you?” she asks curiously. Her voice washes over me, sweet and melodic and now it’s my turn to clear my throat to get the lump out so I can freaking speak.

“Who are you?” I ask back like an idiot.

She smiles shyly and my entire body reacts, a bolt of electricity seeming to go through me. “I asked first.”

“Are you Hale’s daughter?” If she is, that sucks because holy hell she’s hot but yeah.

She’s completely untouchable if she’s a Hale.

 

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Monica Murphy is a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite. A wife and mother of three, she writes New Adult and contemporary romance for Bantam and Avon. She is the author of One Week Girlfriend and Second Chance Boyfriend.

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Eluded by Lyra Parish *Excerpt*

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Release Date: July 21, 2014

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This isn’t your typical girl meets boy.

There isn’t a glass slipper or Prince Charming.

I’ve lived it and now it will be told.

Welcome to my personal hell…

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I once saved lives and now… I can so easily end them.

Women are drawn to me like a moth to the flame, and like the moth not all of them continue on. Some are broken, others are damaged, and a few never make it out… but it’s their decision. Only they often don’t know that until it’s too late.

Fuck the rules, I create my own in a world where I have nothing left to lose. Living is a game, and I’m the reigning champion by being stronger and smarter than my prey.

This is your warning. If you radiate vulnerability… Well, you could be my next victim. Don’t try to hide. I’m not easily eluded.

 

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The dream is always the same.

A black van slows ahead of my sister and me as we walk home from school. When we pass, I hear the side door forcefully slide open and the hinges scream out in protest.

Two men attack us. They grab us by our arms and their nails claw into our skin, causing it to break. We try to push them away and somehow manage to wriggle free. Then we run. We run like we’ve never run before, but they are always faster and stronger. When they catch up to us, one grabs my sister, pushes her down to the ground, and laughs.

She bites his arm, leaving teeth marks and blood. This does no good though and only pisses him off. Then he slaps her in the face, yells at her, and threatens to kill her . . . but refuses to let go. They are relentless. I want to tell them that she is only ten years old, that she is no good to them, that she isn’t even a woman yet, but a hand covers my mouth and an arm places me in a chokehold. My sister lets out blood-curdling cries, and all I know is that I need to save her. I kick my capturer in the knee, and he slams my body, then my head, into the cement until my vision blurs. I know I have a concussion from the brute force, but I continue to attack with everything that I have. No matter how hard I try, they take her.

How can a twelve-year-old boy fight against men?

He can’t.

I couldn’t.

When I think back to that day, I remember what the sky looked like after they pushed me down. It was blue like the color of the sea in Australia. Not often do I remember the sky in London being that color . . . or feeling so helpless. I’m often haunted by the look on my sister’s face, and the sound of her screams and pleas as they shoved her into the van. I can still hear the revving of the engine as it hurried down the street like it was yesterday. That was the last time I felt fear. Those men stole more than my best friend and my sister. That day, they stole my soul.

This time, I wake up dripping with sweat. Sometimes I am breathing rapidly or yelling, or my heart is racing so fast it pulls me from the nightmare. For the past fifteen years, I’ve been haunted with the memory of my sister’s abduction. I used to blame myself for her having been taken. I no longer accept that burden, and I refuse to sit idly by. The underground darkness of London is at war with itself, and I’ve caused it. It will not end until the petty fucks that stalk my streets are destroyed.

I will stop at nothing.

Some people call me an uncontrollable killing monster. I fucking laugh at the mention of the word.

Monsters have no control.

I’ve got plenty.

I don’t kill without reason. I don’t kill the innocent.

I hunt the ones who deserve it—the real monsters, the ones without remorse or a soul.

Sometimes people strive to be different, to step out of the fucking box, only to be misunderstood. The public doesn’t understand me, but who really gives a shit?

Who are they? Mice. They go to work every single day and spin the same wheel that gets them nowhere. Work. Marriage. Kids. Die.

I search for adventure.

I love control.

When I find trouble, I make it my bitch.

Most people call me Abbot. First name isn’t needed. I truly believe there is power in a name. My friends respect me, my enemies fear me, and regardless of what I do, at the end of the day I am still a killer. Apparently, that’s what defines me. Son, brother, leader of the Gang of London, protector, murderer . . . the only word that matters is the last one.

Shakespeare said, “All the world’s a stage.” If that’s true, then where is my standing ovation for a job well done? Twisted fucks like me don’t receive positive recognition. We don’t deserve to be rewarded for ridding the world of horrible people, because being a murderer outweighs all the good.

An eye for an eye, a finger for a finger, or blood for blood. What-the-fuck-ever.

I’m not fucked-up from a horrible childhood, unless one counts my sister’s abduction. Everyone tries to blame my life choices on my parents’ guidance, but my actions are by choice. My mum and dad loved and supported me. They told me I could be anything I wanted when I grew up, until I became what I am today—a cold-hearted killer.

No one expected that one.

 

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Words make the world go round. I love to write, travel, and sing really loud at the top of my lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make me gush. I am firm believer that a person can never have too many cats or cups of coffee, and that the F word is necessary.

Forget the beach! Give me a gel pen, a stack of blank paper, and beautiful mountains.

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Mr. X by Clarissa Wild *Excerpt and Teaser*

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Mr. X
by Clarissa Wild

A Dark Romance
Released July 21, 2014

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*Author Note: This is not your average romance story. Some people will kill for love.*

He’s come to kill me.

I’m a user and abuser of my own body. In my darkest hour I sold my soul to the devil and now I must pay the price. With his gun to my head I have no choice but to listen and obey, but I refuse to go down easily. Nothing is stronger than the will to survive. My instincts kicked into full gear the second he stepped into my motel room.

Except when I look at him I see my own heart staring back at me. A history tainted by blood.

I don’t know his name, but I know he wants me. To save myself I’ll sacrifice my sanity. My body. My soul. Something tells me the x-shaped scar that marks his eye is the only escape I have. He is Mr. X: the man who comes to claim my life. Can I save myself before he demands my heart?

WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, breath deprivation, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence.

 

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She clenches her teeth. “You can’t keep me here …”

“Watch me.” I lean against the wall, picking up a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. I’ve been dying for a smoke ever since I found her in that room.

“And then what? Is this supposed to scare me?” she says, her hand fisted like she’s trying to resist, even though there is no way out of this.

I smile and put down the lighter. “If you think I am doing all this just to scare you, you’re mistaken.”

“Then what is the reason, huh? Why are you keeping me prisoner?” She fights the tears in her eyes. I can’t help feel a little overcome with the urge to grab her and kiss her to take away all the hurt. However, I can’t. The past cannot be erased. What we are is set in stone and nothing can chafe away the rugged surface of our souls. I’d be a liar if I said it doesn’t pain me to see her hurt, but I like pain. I live for it. I was reborn in it.

I don’t fear it. On the contrary, I survive on it. Pain is a means to an end and her pain is my end. If she stops feeling pain, then so do I, and that would mean the end.

It’s too soon.

I need her pain to feel alive. And so, I will continue to make her answer for her sins.

“A man must do what a man must do,” I say.

“A man? How can you call yourself a man? You’re a monster.” The look in her eyes, so in awe of my wickedness, is exhilarating.

I smile. “Thank you.”

Her jaw drops, a brow rises, and she snarls. It’s amusing to see the mixed emotions scatter on her face. “Are you insane? Why are you thanking me?”

“Because I’d rather be a monster than a man in your eyes. Being a monster beats being a wretched human being. You’ve freed me of the burden of having to act sane. So yes, you could say that I am insane.”

She just stares at me, her mouth open, but in complete silence, like she’s at a loss for words.

“Believe me when I say you are better off with me than out there,” I say.

“You’re mad! You wanted to kill me, and now you say I’ll be safe with you?” she scoffs.

“I never said you’ll be safe with me. I can get quite dangerous …” A smile quirks up my face.

She shivers. Clutching her body, she stampedes toward me. “Let me out.”

I grab both her arms, squeezing tight as I hold her back and look down at her. “You don’t want to do that.”

“I want anything but staying here with you.” She tries to jerk free, but I keep her close, forcing her to listen. She cannot leave me, because I won’t allow it, but I’ll give her a good reason as well.

“Do you think I am the worst thing that could overcome you?” I lean forward and whisper into her ear. “There is more evil out there than you think.”

Her breath comes in short gasps, her tits pushing up against me as her chest rises. Courage is making place for fear again, I can feel it on her skin. It’s riveting. She fights me, her arms locking with mine as she attempts to free herself from my grasp, but I twist her in my arms and keep her hands behind her back. Her ass is bumping against my cock, straining it to the limit. God, I love it when she struggles.

I never stopped loving it.

“Do you think I’m the only one who came for you, huh?” I whisper in her ear. “That I’m the only one who wants you dead?”

She shakes her head, and I can feel her heart thrumming through her chest.

“Did you see those men that were following us? Can you guess what they wanted?”

“Me?”

I smirk. “Great deduction. Now, there is a difference between them and me; can you tell me what it is?”

It’s quiet for a few seconds. I guess she really hasn’t figured it out yet.

“They want your head. I want your body.”

She swallows, and it turns me on so much I want to rip off her clothes right now and do her against the door. But I don’t. Taking her would be so easy, it would take all the fun out of it. I want her to offer herself to me willingly. I want to see the regret in her eyes afterwards when she realizes she gave her body to the devil.

“But …. I don’t understand. I thought you wanted me dead?”

“I did. Now I want more.”

She gasps. “Why? What changed?”

“I did.”

 

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About Clarissa Wild

Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series. 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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Addicted (Ethan Frost #2) by Tracy Wolff *Review*

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Addicted (Ethan Frost #2)
by Tracy Wolff

A New Adult Contemporary Romance
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Released on July 15, 2014

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Ethan Frost returns in the breathtaking conclusion to New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Tracy Wolff’s seductive novel Ruined—perfect for fans of Release Me and Bared to You.

As Chloe Girard discovers, there’s love . . . and then there’s addiction.

Ethan Frost is everything a woman could want in a man. He’s rich, gorgeous, powerful, one of the most eligible bachelors in the world.

But that’s not why I’m with him.

I love Ethan for all the things no one else gets to see: his innate kindness, his reckless

spontaneity, his unwavering determination to use his brilliance for good. I love the way he looks at me, the way he touches me. The way he makes me forget the wreckage of my past and the twisted fear that still lives inside me.

But sometimes it terrifies me how much I crave him, how much I need him just to breathe. I always thought it would be my past that ruined us, but there’s a darkness in Ethan I never dreamed existed. Can we survive as his secrets surface—threatening to unravel us both?

 

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4 stars

Addicted picks up right where Ruined left off. If you haven’t read Ruined I recommend you do so that you can better understand Chloe and Ethan’s relationship and the state of their relationship at present time.

After reading and loving Ruined I was looking forward to getting my hands on Addicted. And although I liked it A LOT, I can’t say that I loved it. Mainly because of Chloe.

Once again, Tracy Wolff delivers in the emotional front as well as in the heat department. Ethan and Chloe’s connection continues to grow and deepen and their chemistry remains as sizzling as ever. In that regards, the author didn’t pull any punches. From devastation to regret all the way through lust and love, Ethan and Chloe’s emotions were perfectly portrayed to impact the reader. I felt their pain over their situation and cheered for them when they started to make amends and seemed to get things right. Of course, I also wanted to shake some sense into them a time or three, especially in regards to Chloe.

I understood where she was coming from but I didn’t appreciate how many times she used Ethan as a escape-goat for their relationship’s troubles. Yes, he had things he was guilty of doing or saying, but her reluctance to look at herself as a guilty party just served to get on my nerves. Thankfully, most times than not she came out of her pity party a bit more enlightened and determined to do right by Ethan and their relationship.

Like I mentioned before, their chemistry was maintained throughout. I liked the contrast between the hard, edgy scenes and the slow and tender ones. What never faltered was the emotions each brought to each encounter or the intensity of the pairing. Yep, I highlighted passages–again and again!

Addicted served as a great conclusion to Ethan and Chloe’s journey to finding and enjoying love. It had the passion that initially brought them together, emotions that got more intense as their love grew and a also served to bring closure to some of Ethan and Chloe’s past.

All in all, a great romantic read. I wouldn’t mind more from these characters.

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