Thursday, 28 July 2016

~*~*~BLOG TOUR~*~*~ BURN BY ELISABETH GRACE


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Blurb
One word.
Two letters.
But those two letters changed everything.
It was impossible to predict the impact I would have on the life of the only woman I'd ever truly loved. No way to know that I would result in her ruin.
I’d suffer for eternity with the knowledge that it was me who brought devastation to her doorstep.
Though I deserved the anguish I felt, to see her suffer was unacceptable.
I would fix this.
Somehow I would prove to her that I wasn't the monster she thought I was.
Even if it meant becoming a monster in order to make that happen.



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REVIEW
Star Rating: 4.5 stars!

Holy shit that just happened!

It literally happened.

I won't go into too much for this review because well..simple, read these books! Haha! Do you love a story like Pretty Woman but with so much more? This would be the one for you for sure!

I hated how the first book ended because I loathe cliffhangers but man oh man was I surprised with how everything goes in this one. Wow! Yeah I know this review is vague but come on if a book is that good do you want to read a review about what happens or would you rather read it yourself and experience it for yourself in your own way, yeah I thought so.

Please please read these two books! I say two because you HAVE to read Book 1 first in order to understand anything that is going on.


-Michele Y
EXCERPT
Then the door swung open and there he was. For a brief moment I was taken by his handsome features—his olive skin and pronounced jaw, the sparkle in his dark eyes, his perfect, straight nose. More than anything, it was the pull that remained between us that surprised me. Like I was a planet still circling his sun.
There was a moment when we locked eyes that the gravity of all that had happened wasn’t weighing heavy between us, and it almost caused me to stumble back.
Then, after the moment of intimacy had passed, I was sure I saw dread slip over his expression. I wasn’t going to stay put and find out though.
I wouldn’t be standing on his doorstep begging for whatever scraps of information he deemed worthy of casting my way. No, I was here to demand what he, at the very least, owed me, and I wouldn’t leave until he gave it to me.
“We need to talk.” I pushed past him, careful not to make contact, and bolted down the hallway toward the living room.
“Emily, this isn’t a good time.” Marco’s footsteps followed quickly behind me.
“I don’t care. Put aside whatever it is you’re doing. I want answers.”
I came to an abrupt stop when I stepped into the living/dining area and found Alexa sprawled across the couch like she was a feast ready to be enjoyed.
Her blouse was half unbuttoned, her legs draped over the cushions, causing her skirt to ride up a bit on her thighs, and her lips slightly swollen. Her lipstick had been rubbed off her mouth and onto her skin. She wore a saccharine smile that I wanted to rip off her face.
I crossed my arms over my chest and turned back to Marco. “Oh, I see. Well, pardon me for interrupting.” There was no disguising the venom in my voice.
His tortured gazed darted from me to her and back a few times before he schooled his features and responded. “Can we have this conversation some other time?” he asked, his voice neutral.
“Marco, who’s this?” Alexa purred from behind me.
I spun to address her with a fake smile on my face. “I’m Emily. We met at the art show a few months ago when I was there with Marco. Back when we were still fucking. You can call me Brandi, though.” I turned to lock gazes with him before finishing. “Everyone who knows me intimately does.”
His fists clenched at his sides and his jaw tightened. Good. Some small part of me was pleased that I was still able to elicit a reaction like that from him.
I swung my attention back to the blonde on the couch. “I’m sorry to swing by unannounced like this and interrupt what was obviously going to be a good time for you both. I just need a few minutes with Marco, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
Alexa’s eyes narrowed on me for a moment, and though she was playing nice with me—probably for Marco’s benefit—it was clear she wasn’t pleased with the interruption.
“Perhaps I should go,” she said.
“No!” Marco said, whip fast. “Emily should be the one to leave.”
Not going to lie.
That stung.
A lot.
No matter that everything between Marco and I had been based on lies, the fact that I was so easily tossed aside smarted.
“I’m not going anywhere until we speak.” I leveled him with a gaze that told him I was serious.
“Why don’t you use my bathroom to freshen up, Alexa? It’s that way through my bedroom.” He pointed toward the room that we’d spent many a night in. “I’ll meet you there in a few minutes.”
A victorious smile crept across her face, and her gaze swung to me as she rose from the couch. She brushed her fingers across Marco’s chest as she passed him. “Don’t be too long.”
He nodded but didn’t spare her a glance as she passed, his gaze still fixed on me.
As soon as the bedroom door closed, I spoke. “Sorry to interrupt your play time, Marco, but you owe me some answers and I’m ready to collect.”
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USA Today Bestselling author, Elisabeth Grace, has a soft spot for romance novels with happily ever afters and a hot spot for alpha males! She currently lives outside Toronto, Canada with her hubby and two small children. Life is busy, but never to busy for a good story and to share her love of reading and writing with others.


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~*~*~EXCERPT REVEAL~*~*~ THE FIRST TASTE BY JESSICA HAWKINS

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The First Taste by Jessica Hawkins

Series: Slip of the Tongue #2 Release Date: August 4th, 2016 Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Synopsis:

Andrew Beckwith has already devoted his life to one girl—and as far as he’s concerned, she’s all he needs. The rough-around-the-edges bad boy left his reckless ways behind six years ago when his daughter Bell was born. To the female population’s dismay, he’s unapologetically single. When Bell’s mother walked out on them years ago, he vowed never to let another woman close enough to hurt them again. Amelia Van Ecken isn’t just another woman. She’s an independent, smart, and savvy businesswoman who doesn’t have time for sex, much less love. In the midst of a drawn-out, bitter divorce, all she wants is to bury herself in work. But when sharp-tongued Amelia and stubborn Andrew cross paths, sparks fly—and burn. Two things are obvious in an instant: they want each other, and they’re from different worlds. It’s the perfect formula for an off-the-charts one-night stand. After all, it’s not as if opposites ever attract. The First Taste, a standalone spin-off of the Slip of the Tongue.  

Excerpt:

  “What’re your plans tonight?” She scoffs. “It’s Friday night. What aren’t my plans? I have drinks with friends in an hour, then a late dinner, and who knows after that.” “Cancel them.” She gapes at me. “Cancel my plans? Why would I?” “Come out with me. Sadie says there’s a place around here with great pizza.” She laughs, tilting her head and exposing the smooth column of her throat. “First, I don’t eat carbs, so there’s no way you’re getting me to do anything with the promise of pizza. Second, I just told you—I don’t date.” “And neither do I.” “Then why are you asking me out?” she asks. “Because despite what you may think, I am a gentleman, and it’s only good manners to buy you dinner first.” “First?” she asks, wrinkling her nose. “What’s second?” We stare at each other. I let her figure it out on her own. It’s rare to meet a woman like me, someone who truly has no interest in finding a partner. I’ve heard that claim from enough girls to know when they’re bullshitting me, and unless Amelia is a Grade-A con artist, she definitely isn’t looking to get serious. When she understands, the wrinkles on her forehead ease, and she parts her lips. I answer with a knowing smile. Suggesting sex within half an hour of meeting someone might normally get me slapped, but I get the feeling Amelia appreciates a more direct approach. “I don’t date,” I say, “but I’m still a man with eyes.” She makes no secret of looking me up and down. “You’re not my type either,” she warns. “I like men who carry a briefcase and see a barber regularly.” I run my hand through my black hair, which I know is too long. “How’s that working out for you?” She narrows her eyes. “Fine. Perfect.” “I have some tattoos too,” I say. “And ride a motorcycle. Since that’s normally how I get most girls, I suppose those are turn-offs for you.” “They are,” she says immediately, straightening her shoulders. “I’ve never understood the appeal of a bad boy.” “Then tonight, we’re a match made in heaven, aren’t we? It shouldn’t be hard for either of us to say goodbye afterward.” She bats her eyelashes a few times, not because she’s flirting but because she’s thinking. Considering. Which means it’s basically a done deal. I’ve never gotten this far with a girl only to have her walk away. “Why even bother with dinner?” she asks. I take a moment to study her, her shoulder-length, perfectly coifed blonde hair. Her defined red lips that look like a heart when pursed, which is often. Yeah, based on the fact that I’m noticing details—something I try not to do anymore—I know I’m feeling her tonight. Most guys would jump at the opportunity to skip the small talk, but that doesn’t really appeal to me. I like women, always have. Just because Shana fucked me in the head doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate them. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend time around them—just so long’s it’s surface stuff. I don’t want to scare her off by suggesting I might want to have a conversation with her, so I just shrug. “Because I’m starving.” “I’m not hungry.” “Indulge me then. I need my energy.” “For what?” she asks. I arch an eyebrow at her. I’ll definitely need my energy for a night with her. She reads my expression and her cheeks redden. “Oh.”  

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Jessica Hawkins grew up between the purple mountains and under the endless sun of Palm Springs, California. She studied international business at Arizona State University and has also lived in Costa Rica and New York City. To her, the most intriguing fiction is forbidden, and that’s what you’ll find in her stories. Currently, she resides wherever her head lands, which is often the unexpected (but warm) keyboard of her trusty MacBook.

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Wednesday, 27 July 2016

~*~*~BLOG TOUR~**~*~ DANCING FOR THE BADMAN BY HAYLEY FAIMAN

Title: Dancing for the Badman
Series: Russian Bratva #3
Author: Hayley Faiman
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 25, 2016
A lifetime ago, Kirill Baryshev was a man in love. Born and raised to embody what it means to be a Russian soldier—hard, cold, and ruthless—she was the one person he trusted with his heart. She was his gold. She was his treasure. And then she was gone. Her death, coupled with the death of their unborn child, was an act of betrayal. She took herself away from him after learning who he really was. A badman. A Bratva man. 
A decade ago, Tatyana Orlova was a young woman who knew her future—and he was unbearably handsome. But when the FBI knocked on her door, warning her that her future was a dangerous man with ties to the Russian mafia, her fear rewrote her future in seconds. Pregnant and alone, she fled, the heartache of her decision something she knew she would carry with her always. Raising a daughter on her own, working the pole night after night, was far from a dream come true. Her life was about survival. Her hope was lost in reality—until her past darkened her door.
Lies. Regret. Fear. Anger. It all rises to the surface when the truth is revealed and Kirill and Tatyana are reunited. One federal agent's obsession leads the fated lovers back together. But the love they once shared was shattered years ago, and the pain that accompanied that loss may not ever be overcome. Tatyana will endure Kirill's cruel treatment toward her for the sake of their daughter, but the love she harbors for him is not lost. His presence makes her hope. His presence makes her dream. Maybe, just maybe, she can dance her way back into her badman's heart.
** Recommended for readers 18+ due to Language, Sexual Content, and Violence.
I am giving this book 5 stars because I absolutely love love Hayley Faiman Russian Bratva series each book tells a different wonderful story, but at the same time she still keeps all the characters connect from each book. And I love when a writer does that because we still get to read about how the other couples are doing, but we also get to read about how all these alpha strong men are when it comes to the women they love. For example when the other men give Kirill advise on what he shouldn't do when it comes to his relationship with Tatyana. Its funny how they warn him not to do certain things because its going to end up blowing up in his face. But of course he doesn't listen and it bites him in the butt for not listening and taking their advise.I was lucky to receive Dancing for the Badman in an ARC in exchange for a honest review, so of course when ever a new book comes out from the Russian Bratva series I jump on the chance to read it in an ARC because I need my fix lol. Tatyana and Kirill story is sad and beautiful yes they both really love each other, but can love be enough for them especially with all the obstacles that they go through. Its not only the horrible FBI agent who is to blame for destroying their happiness, but its also them because they both can't get over the past. Instead of them both saying yes we both messed up and owning their mistakes they just keep playing the blame game. But what they both know they do have and agree on is how much they love their daughter and how grateful they are for her. I don't want to give away to much of their story because you need to read it yourself to understand each character for yourself. But I will say this you will not be bored when you read this book. If you loved book 1 and 2 then you are going to love this book as well. But if you have not read the other books. Then I suggest you read the other books first.You can read them as a standalone, but to understand the vibe the Author created for us its better to read them all.        

~ Amanda


32 years young... born and raised in California, did a stint in Oregon only to return to the Golden State. Lived that life a while until the Lone Star State called to us, Hill Country, Texas is where we call home, where our boots rest and loving that country life. Living the life with one bearded power pole climbing husband, two little boys that are full of energy and drive us crazy plus a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.

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~*~*~NEW RELEASE~*~*~ DESTROY BY NIKKI SLOANE

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CD Reiss has opened up the Drazen Kindle World and Nikki Sloane has released Destroy, a kindle world novella!

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Blurb:
My entire life fell apart once. It took everything I had to pull it back together, and drag the Jessica Carnes name out of the gutter. And now he threatens to destroy all I’ve worked for—my sculpture, my rebuilt reputation, and my life. All I have is my art, and I’ll do anything to save it from his predatory hands. Even if it means offering myself instead. DESTROY-nowlivegraphic

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About the Author:
Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, is married with two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn’t be any happier.
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