Tuesday, November 25, 2014

*~* COVER REVEAL of VIP Book III by M.Robinson *~*

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*~* REVIEW of Benevolent by Leddy Harper *~*

Book: Benevolent
Author: Leddy Harper
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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*~* Synopsis *~*

Dane Kauffmann had always lived his life for others. It was something he had never even thought twice about. That was until one night, he met a green-eyed beauty that flipped his world upside down. She made him want to be selfish for the first time in his life. She had him wanting to put his own happiness before others.
This is the story of one man who must make the ultimate decision… Sacrifice everything and be selfish, or sacrifice himself and continue to be Benevolent.

*~* My Review *~*

Ok this book was AWESOME!! I truly loved the main characters to no end although there were times I wanted to strangle each one.. AHHH

Gabi is Danes fiance and childhood sweetheart. During school she was the sweet, quiet, and shy hidden beauty. Over the years she has been through so much turmoil that it left her a shell of a woman. She tried counseling and pills but nothing would help hide the secrets and hurt from her past. Dane was her only true strength and even that she felt slipping away with her sanity. Gabi is a character that you are supposed to feel sorry for and I did through the first part of the book but then things change and you just want to shake her!! You will too...

Dane was OMG amazing. He's, tattooed, build, independent, owns his own business and is dedicated to standing by his woman. What I loved most about Dane is that he would do anything for her and in eleven years he has done just that. Although he was not very happy he never faltered in anyway during his marriage. Until now.

Eden was a steamy little red head hoping to land her dream job and to find her birth mother. I loved how passionate and independent she is. I also liked how she had such great ideas about life and ways of the heart. She was a college grad from NYU ready to start a new life in Florida but never intended doing anything that would change her life forever.

I truly love Leddys work. She will pull all your emotions out and then pack them back up in a pretty little box. I can not wait to read her next book. Five huge sandy hearts have been granted :)

Sunday, November 23, 2014

*~* BLOG TOUR for The Micah and Emma Series by Jessa Eden *~*

The Micah and Emma Series
by Jessa Eden
Micah, the fiece falls hard for Emma, the brave
Release Day: November 1


What follows is an adventure that will change their lives forever. Packed with raw emotion, heartbreak, deception, hope, redemption and love, this 7 part series will pull you under into the delicious world of Micah and Emma.

I didn't do love or relationships. I didn't need anyone. But, my dick loved the ladies. I always had plenty of beautiful women throwing themselves at me. What can I say? Being a professional athlete came with lots of perks. Sex being the best kind of perk. I figured each one night stand got a story about sleeping with Micah Turner and I got laid. Simple and uncomplicated. No emotion. No connection. No baggage. I was my own man, content to stay that way. Until I met Emma Matthews—hot, curvy, and so sweet I wanted to eat her up. She rocked my world and turned it upside down. She made me feel things I never thought possible. What the hell was I going to do with her?
~Micah Turner


I wanted love in my life. Mad passion. Aching tenderness. True partnership. I knew adoring a man was a beautiful and messy ordeal, but I craved all of the highs and lows of letting someone into my life. But, where, oh where to find such a man? I didn't have time to search for the right guy as I was too busy with the salon I owned with my sister, Marla. So, fate decided to drop Micah Turner into my lap one night. Wowzer. With one smoldering stare, he hooked me, line and sinker. He saw something in me that made me want to take a chance and be bold for once in my life. Oh, I was so brave with him. He looked tough, but I was able to see past his gruff exterior and recognize his flawed humanity, scarred heart and raw soulfulness. He was the entire package...except his inability to stay connected to another human being. He feared intimacy. I loved it. He didn't know shit about love or relationships and it showed. If he wanted a real relationship with me, he was going to have to work his butt off. ~Emma Matthews


*~* MY REVIEW *~*

This story of Micah and Emma was a great one to be told. They are both so passionate in their own way. 

Emma was a young innocent teacher that felt like she needed more in her life to feel complete. She missed her sister that loved hours away and felt like there was more out there. After declining to renew her contract with her teaching job she moved in with her sister and started her new life. Can she feel hole here and find what she really needs?

Micah is the sexy but hot headed hockey player from Texas looking for nothing but a good time and a great career. After being traded to a team far from Texas and what is familiar to him he is left feeling alone and lost. Although Micah was a bit used to being alone he was not prepared for what would take place when he settled into his new home. 

These two are not what you expect when you move throughout this book.. Emma becomes the hot sex kitten and Micah the sensitive love God. This book had my emotions up and down but I love that about a book. You will cry, be mad, and fall in love. Five heartfelt stars have been granted :)

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Standing on the side of a lonely hill in East Texas, I picked up some dirt and threw it on the grave, trying to keep my emotions in check. Relief and disappointment flooded me as they lowered her into the ground.
I was alone, now...completely and totally.
It was not like I wasn’t used to being by myself, but the last person I shared blood with was now lying in the ground. It was a funny feeling to realize I was the last of my line.
It wasn’t a very distinguished family tree; in fact, good riddance to most of them, but this loss bothered me more than I cared to admit. I didn’t think I ever really understood what it meant to be a part of a family, and now, I never would.
Hold up, time out.
What was that?
Did I just hear you sighing, “Ahhh, poor guy. He doesn't have a family?”
Don't get sappy on me.
You've got it all wrong.
I wasn't looking to be part of some big, happy family where everybody was in each other's business. People made things messy. I wasn't interested in messy. That was why I played by my own rules. Life was much simpler that way.
I walked back down to my Silver Porsche 918 Spyder, jumped in and tore out of the cemetery. I couldn't get out of there quick enough. That place reminded me I wouldn't live forever. I wasn't about to dwell on that little fact.
Heading back toward the city, the wind whipped through my open window. The hot, sticky Dallas air cooled a bit as the sun receded below the horizon.
I shifted into fifth gear, trying to shake the restlessness gnawing at me. It had yet to be named, but burned in my chest all the same.
The right thing to do was to head back to my loft and crash as I had an early morning practice the next day. But I was too agitated to sleep. I needed a distraction.
Before I knew it, I found myself at one of my favorite hotel bars. It was a familiar place that allowed me to unwind after a hard day. The aroma of cedar smoke drifted over me as I sauntered through the bar.
There was always a group of old men who sat together in the back room and reminisced about the good old days. They laughed uproariously at each other's stories while puffing on expensive cigars. The high life.
I bellied up to the bar and took a seat on the end so I could watch the hockey game. I loosened up my tie and ordered a scotch.
I contemplated the day's sad event as I settled into a high back barstool. I had been the only one to attend my grandmother's funeral. Eve, as she preferred to be called, had finally passed after a long bout of emphysema.
We had never been close. She was as crusty as stale bread and had never shown much maternal instinct, especially to her kid’s mistake.
But that hadn't stopped me from moving her into a nursing home near my loft and paying a load of cash so she received the best care available.
Besides that, I stopped in to see her on Christmas and Easter. I would bring her a box of Godiva chocolates, which she never ate. She'd glanced indifferently at the box, and over the whirl of her oxygen tank, she'd say in that raspy voice of hers, “Thanks, kid. Gotta cigarette?”
I'd shake my head no and she'd say, “Too bad. I really need one.”
And that was the extent of our relationship.
Despite my grandmother's negligence, I had grown up, carved out a successful career, and had more money than I could ever spend in a lifetime.
I didn't need anybody.
I took another sip of my scotch, feeling its burn run down my throat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a leggy blonde take a seat close to me at the bar. She ordered a Cosmopolitan and turned her attention my way. I could feel her eyes drinking me in as she wondered which pick-up line to use.
I wasn’t really in the mood after the day I’d had, but I was never one to turn away a willing woman. She must have sensed a direct approach was best and addressed me.
“You’re Micah Turner, aren’t you...the hockey player?” She turned toward me, her bright smile reminding me of a game show host's.
I soaked her in as I stared boldly at her body. Her long, gorgeous legs led up to a decent figure that was bound in a tight, short, red dress. She looked pulled together, polished in that plastic kind of way with her makeup and long, blonde curly hair a little too perfect.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I said slowly, giving her an appreciative stare.
Her blue steel gaze glinted in the way a hunter zeroes in on her prey. “That was quite a game you had against Minnesota.” She paused, contemplating her next move. “I enjoyed watching you work up a sweat.”
She was pouring it on thick. “Mm-hmm,” I mumbled into my scotch as I turned my attention back to the hockey game on the flat screen TV. I wasn't going to make this too easy for her.
I saw her lift from her seat and drape herself onto the stool next to mine. She was wearing one of those cloying floral perfumes I detested, but I smiled at her anyway.
Her hand found my knee, while her long, red fingertips gripped my thigh. Her eyes lit up with another seductive gleam, stalking me. “You wanna work my corners, tonight?” Her voice oozed with innuendo.
I entertained her offer as her hand rubbed up and down my thigh. I had a shitty day, and burying myself inside a willing woman might just be the release I needed.
She was a decent distraction.
She would do.
I undressed her with my eyes. “Yeah, baby. I'll work your corners. I'll work you hard and rough until you're begging me to stop.”
She swallowed hard, absorbing my words as her eyes grew bright with erotic excitement. “I like it rough.” Her manicured hand dovetailed into my crotch. “That's a meaty cock you've got there,” she breathed out as her flawless face grew close to mine.
I smiled, letting my wicked charm work its magic. “I'll take you on a long, hot ride on my dick. Is that what you want?”
She nodded as her eyes half-closed in desire. I suggested we head up to my hotel room and she eagerly agreed. I had an arrangement with the hotel and kept a suite for such occasions.
As we moved across the hotel lobby, I put my hand on the small of her back, leading her toward the elevator. Women loved chivalrous shit liked that. It made them prime pickings.
As we waited for the elevator, she glanced up at me, stars in her eyes. Ah, she was playing the innocent. I could already feel her trying to get her hooks into me. No way, no how.
We entered the empty elevator and I hit the tenth floor button. The familiar ding of the doors closing rang out, calling me to move. I stepped in front of her quickly, my hand shooting up and palming the side of her cheek as I brought her face close to mine.
I held there for a moment, letting her know I was in charge and we were playing things my way. Her hand ran along my side, giving consent to what was about to happen.
“You ready, baby? You gonna give it up?”
“Yes.” She wagged her head back and forth quickly.
She was mine now, at least for the next hour.
My lips fell on hers, demanding submission. Ravishing her red-glossed lips, I plunged my tongue deeply into her mouth as I threw her against the railing, lifting her leg and ramming my hips into hers.
She gasped in surprise, but came back at me like the tiger she was. She wrapped her arms around my back, throwing her modest tits against my chest as she ground her pussy into my dick, letting me know she had played this game before.
Not so innocent after all.
I possessed her mouth entirely, not letting her up for air as my tongue fucked her mouth roughly. I worked her overtime as my hand slid around to the back of her neck; my other hand kept her hips intimate with mine.
She moaned breathlessly as we made out, my cock responding to the sexy sounds she made in the back of her throat.
I loved the game of getting a woman into bed....

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Over the last couple of years, writing has become a passion of mine. I pour my heart into each one of my stories, letting my characters go wherever they dare to venture. They often surprise and amuse me. I revel in exploring the human condition through the art of storytelling. 
Nothing gives me more pleasure than drawing you into a world of emotional connection, compelling characters and hopeful adventure, complete with sizzle and sensuality. My goal is to leave you breathless and panting for more...


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Friday, November 21, 2014

***RELEASE BLITZ for A Reason to Kill by C.P. Smith***

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 A REASON TO KILL (Reason #2) by CP Smith

22664127   WARNING: Author believes in soul mates and insta love proceed with caution if you're not a romantic at heart. You've met Jack from "A Reason To Breathe" now meet his cousin and lumberjack Max, Max Hunter or as Mia likes to call him Thor, God of Thunder You know what they say about lust at first sight.....It's a seven deadly sin but when you sin . . . you sin hard. Max Hunter has a problem, well, two, actually. One he fished out of the river and the other...A killer. Mia Roberts has a problem that stands six foot five and swings an axe like a God. On assignment to study the grizzlies of the Alaskan frontier, she stumbles across a body and then stumbles into the arms of a lumberjack she can't resist. Throw in Max's mother, a handful of crazy friends and family and you have a recipe for adventure. Rated B for Bossy, F for funny, T for Thor, God of Thunder, R for language, explicit sexual content and EDIBLE UNDIES. For mature audiences only. 18 and above. 7803f-add-to-goodreads-button3 10743506_1569911943232051_1141617869_n


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7715877 C.P. Smith is a stay-at-home mom. The need for more stories featuring older couples is the driving force behind her writing. Love isn't just for the young it's for everyone. A first kiss at 18 or 50 is still a first kiss--full of wonder and expectation.   AMAZON | GOODREADS | FACEBOOK | WEBSITE          


He was a hunter, a killer, a psychopath. He was always watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
She was his greatest obsession.
Pushing through her past, Emily McPhee was finally where she wanted to be. She had pulled straight A’s, had a home in Southern California, money, and a great group of friends.
One night her stalker decided to make his move and everything changed.
Now, fighting to get back to what she once had, Emily must deal with more than just this psychopath, but also with her self-involved mother and her one true love that’s pulling away.
How hard would you fight the darkness that’s threatening to take over your life?

Goose bumps raced over me as I desperately felt around the edges of the door, clawing at the wood next to it, trying to find a way out.  I heard a sound and found a set of eyes staring back at me from a Judas hole. –From What Lurks In The Dark

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J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children.
She's a huge book lover but never thought of writing until roughly a year and half ago. Now she loves it and has six books in the works.
What Lurks in the Dark is her first novel released in June 2014. Watch for a brand new trilogy called Broken (romance/suspense) that she hopes to have released January 2015.

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