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Saturday, November 18, 2017

André (#3 Uncompromising) Sybil Bartel - Blog Tour






André
Sybil Bartel
(Uncompromising #3)
Publication date: October 16th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

André

The Marines trained me to set my sights and wait for the shot. For eight years, I guarded my brothers and defended my country. Now I protect my clients. My personal security firm is the best in the business because I leave nothing to chance… until a dark-haired, hazel-eyed spitfire crosses my path.

She and her sexy-as-hell striptease were supposed to be a one-night distraction. But too late I noticed the branding on her back and my blood ran cold. This woman wasn’t a distraction—she was a death sentence.

Knowing who she was left me no choice. I took her on as my client. But running from her past wasn’t an option.

The Marines didn’t train me to retreat. They taught me to engage.
One shot. One kill.





Review 
4 Stars
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This is a fast paced and raunchy romance with mystery, action, suspense, love and friendship.

André is exmarine and owns a security service which he runs alongside those who fought with him. He has this bad boy persona with a heart of gold. He is loyal to his friends, colleagues and clients.

Kendall is fiery and gives off a couldn't care less attitude. Only she knows, what lies underneath this facade.

André met Kendall six months ago and hasn't been able to get her off his mind since. In the absence of Candle, her protector, she neglects her duties. When André is asked to check on her, he jumps at the chance to see her again. What he finds is not what he expected. She is not too happy about his arrival and lashes out at him. Candle makes an appearance, but unfortunately one of his men identifies Kendall and instantly everyone connected to her is in danger. Her secret is out!

André is not about to stand by and watch her being destroyed. He takes her on as a client and she gives him a hard time when what she really wants is the opposite. It's her defensive mechanism. He can read people and knows when someone is troubled. He is determined to get to the bottom of the reasons why she is in danger and as the truth starts to surface, he starts to understand her behaviour. This makes him more determined to help her even if it means risking everything he has worked for, including his life. She thinks that she is way beyond saving. The chemistry between them is electric, but she tries to hold back. Will she trust him enough and give him a chance? 

Kendall's past is so very heartbreaking, but her attitude doesn't leave a lot to be desired at times. André is persistent and supportive and their interactions go from heated disagreements to steamy hot sex. This story doesn't give much room for any reprieve. Nothing is certain as danger looms in every corner. It's a gripping story which held me captive from beginning to end.

I was kindly issued with an eARC and the views expressed are my personal opinion. 


Author Bio




Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.

Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…

But Seriously?

Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.

She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.

To find out more about Sybil Bartel, be sure to follow her on Twitter (she loves to hear about your favorite book boyfriend!), visit her website, like her on Facebook or join her Facebook group Book Boyfriend Heroes for exclusive excerpts and giveaways.






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Monday, November 13, 2017

Hunger Moon (#5 The Huntress/FBI Thrillers) Alexandra Sokoloff Excerpt Tour







Hunger Moon
Alexandra Sokoloff
(The Huntress/FBI Thrillers #5)
Publication date: October 24th 2017
Genres: Adult, Mystery, Thriller

Revenge has no limits.

Special Agent Matthew Roarke has abandoned his rogue search for serial killer Cara Lindstrom. He’s returned to the FBI to head a task force with one mission: to rid society of its worst predators. But as the skeletal symbols of Santa Muerte, “Lady Death,” mysteriously appear at universities nationwide, threatening death to rapists, Roarke’s team is pressured to investigate. When a frat boy goes missing in Santa Barbara, Roarke realizes a bloodbath is coming—desperate teenagers are about to mete out personal, cold-blooded justice.

Hiding from the law, avenging angel Cara Lindstrom is on her own ruthless quest. She plans to stay as far away from Roarke as possible—until an old enemy comes after both her and the FBI, forcing her back into Roarke’s orbit. This time, the huntress has become the hunted . . .



Excerpt 

The sandstone spires reach like alien fingers from the depths of the canyon.

The gorge cuts through the Arizona tablelands, a vast, prehistoric gash. Inside lies a 230-million-year-old natural wonder: a cathedral of wind-carved sandstone walls in every possible hue of red, gold, and white, adorned with the gleaming black curtain-like sweeps known as canyon varnish. Ancient ruins of cliff villages nestle in natural caves at impossible heights.

Sedimentary deposits lie in distinctive round piles, like stacked pancakes.

And the famous double sandstone spires rise 750 feet from the canyon floor, at the exact junction of de Chelly and Monument Canyons.

Navajo legend says the taller spire is the home of Spider Grandmother, the goddess who created the world. She stole the sun and brought fire to the Anasazi. At the beginning of time, monsters roamed the land, and she gave her children, Monster Slayer and Child-Born-of-Water, power to kill the monsters and protect the First People.

Her stories are only told in the winter months.

And only to those who will listen.

A bleak sky, streaked with white, stretches over the desolate South Rim of the canyon. There will be snow tonight.

The grinding of a pickup truck grates through the silence.

A four-door Tundra. Tonneau cover over the bed. Two men dressed in camouflage inside. Fast-food and jerky wrappers litter the wells at their feet. In the back seat, a cooler packed full of beer.

And three rifles, three-inch twelve-gauge magnums, strapped to the padded back-seat gun rest.

Hunters, driving the rim.

The front-seat passenger sets his sights on something moving ahead of them, leans forward greedily. “There we go, there we go.”

The driver follows his gaze, fixes on what he is tracking. Not a deer, but a young girl, shining black hair underneath the hood of her parka. Schoolgirl’s backpack on her shoulder.

On the men’s faces, something crude and capering.
“That’s some tasty-looking pussy.”

“Oh, yeah, that’ll do.”

“Let’s go.”

“Get her.”

The driver swerves the truck over to the side of the road, squealing brakes.

The girl hears the sound, stiffens, is starting to run before she even completes the glance back.

The truck skids to a stop in the snow. The doors fly open; the men are out of the car, grabbing for their rifles.

The girl runs for the rocks, but her pursuers are bigger, fastr. Two of them, grown men, against a teenage girl.

They move forward into the strong wind, a military-style formation, heavy boots crunching in the sandy snow.

They pause at the rock outcropping, looking out over the boulders. The girl seems to have disappeared. Then a scrabble on the rocks betrays her. Hearing it, the men grin at each other.

The driver rounds the rock first, his mouth watering. He is already hard in anticipation . . .

The tire iron bashes him across the face, breaking his jaw. He staggers back, howling inarticulate pain.

The girl kicks him viciously in the knee, crumpling him, then swivels as the second hunter rounds the edge of the rock. She slams the tire iron against the side of his head.

Now both men are collapsed on the ground, moaning and cursing.

She steps forward, no longer feigning that youthful, hesitant gait.

She lifts her arm and uses the tire iron on their skulls.

Two, three, four blows, and there is no more moaning.

Thick crimson drops spatter the snow. Her breath is harsh. Her face is ice.

There is only the wind, swallowing the sound of her breathing.

Cara stands at the edge of the canyon, looking out at the spires of Spider Rock, the vast open gorge.

Below her is an icy crevasse. The canyon has any number of them, deep splits in the rock wall where whole sheets of the cliff have broken away. Behind her is the hunters’ pickup truck.

Their bodies lie at her feet.

She drags one, then the other, to shove them over the cliff’s edge, stepping back to watch each body hurtle down into the crevasse, tumbling into oblivion.

The snowfall tonight will cover all trace of them. Later, birds and animals will pick the bones clean.


Another offering to the canyon, and the gods and ghosts that haunt it.

Previous books in the 
Huntress/FBI Thrillers Series




Author Bio


"Some of the most original and freshly unnerving work in the genre." - The New York Times
ALEXANDRA SOKOLOFF is the Thriller Award-winning and Bram Stoker, Anthony, and Black Quill Award-nominated author of the Amazon bestselling Huntress/FBI series (HUNTRESS MOON, BLOOD MOON, COLD MOON, BITTER MOON, HUNGER MOON - now in active development as a TV series), and the supernatural HAUNTED thrillers (THE HARROWING, THE PRICE, THE UNSEEN, BOOK OF SHADOWS, THE SHIFTERS, THE SPACE BETWEEN). The New York Times Book Review called her a "daughter of Mary Shelley," and her books "Some of the most original and freshly unnerving work in the genre."

As a screenwriter she has sold original horror and thriller scripts and adapted novels for numerous Hollywood studios. She has also written three non-fiction workbooks: SCREENWRITING TRICKS FOR AUTHORS, STEALING HOLLYWOOD, and WRITING LOVE, based on her internationally acclaimed workshops and blog (www.ScreenwritingTricks.com), and has served on the Board of Directors of the WGA West and the Board of the Mystery Writers of America.

Alex is a California native and a graduate of U.C. Berkeley, where she majored in theater and minored in everything Berkeley has a reputation for. In her spare time (!) she performs with The Slice Girls and Heather Graham's all-author Slush Pile Players, and dances like a fiend. She is also very active on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest. But not an addict. Seriously, it's under control.





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Wheeler by Sara Butler Zalesky Excerpt Tour






Wheeler
Sara Butler Zalesky
Publication date: July 4th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Sports, Suspense

Known as the Ice Queen of the peloton, pro cyclist Loren Mackenzie rarely shows emotion in the heat of competition; she leads her team with quiet strength and determination. But her successes have not come without suffering, and her tragic past is hidden inside tarnished armor.

While out on a training ride with her cycling team near Enfield, England, a chance meeting quickly develops into an unexpected whirlwind romance. But a relationship with an A-list celebrity brings with it the microscope of tabloid-media attention, which expose jealousy and rivalry that threaten to undermine Loren’s leadership of her team.

The new romance also reveals a dangerous obsession, culminating in a terrifying confrontation with someone from Loren’s past. Her injuries not only put her chances at the World Championship in jeopardy but also bring forth memories of a life she had long buried – for good reason. 

Can Loren open her heart to the love she has held at a distance, or will her fear ultimately defeat her?

The follow up novel in the Wheeler series is coming soon.



Excerpt 

Enfield, England, UK

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Loren groaned. “What the hell else can happen to me today?” She stood on the pedals to glare at the offender with her rear tire replying with a hiss of air. As she pulled over to the side of the road again, her teammates coasted by with a few nods and concerned words. 

“Do you need more tape?” Cece laughed as she passed. Felix honked the horn but didn’t stop. Loren waved at the car, fighting not flipping a rude gesture. 

“Oh, okay. Just keep going. I’ll catch up.” Muttering, she dismounted and removed her helmet. “I’d have been out of here in seconds if our mechanic was here to switch out my wheel, but no,” she drawled. “You girls need to learn to deal with a flat tire, he says. Like I don’t already know how to fucking change a tire.” She pulled off her gloves and shoved her hair out of her face, then bent down to release what little air remained in the back tire.

After clicking the shifter to adjust the gears to the smallest rear cog, she loosened the wheel skewer, then gripped the black matte frame of the bike. As she took hold of the tire to remove it, she sucked in a breath as pain shot up from her fingers to her elbow.

“I didn’t see any damn fucking squirrel,” she grumbled as she revised her grip and removed the wheel, leaning it against her leg. After gathering the items she needed from the little bag under her seat, she set the bike down, picked up the wheel and went to sit on a broken stone wall on the side of the road. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and looked up at the bright blue sky overhead.

At least it’s not raining yet. That would be just fucking brilliant. She adjusted the wheel on her lap and got to work, but it wasn’t long before a blaring truck horn bought her head up, just in time to see a gray Jaguar swerve out of its way.

“Idiot,” she grumbled and went back to trying to force the hard rubber tire over the edge of the wheel.

A few minutes passed with her wrestling with the tire when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the same gray Jaguar come to a stop a few yards away from her.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. She didn’t look up when the car door closed. I’m not some fucking damsel in need of saving “… you prat.” She froze at a man’s stifled chuckle. Did I say that out loud?

“All’s well, miss?” She didn’t quite turn to look at him when she spoke.

“Yes, everything's fine,” she growled. “I can change a tire, thank you.” She clenched her jaw as she struggled to twist the last bit of tire over the rim when the wheel slipped and the sharp edge of a wheel spoke sliced the base of her thumb. “Bloody fucking hell!” She stood up, yanking off her amber sunglasses while shaking out her hand.

“I can help,” the man said, walking toward her. “I’ve got strong hands.”

As she turned her glare to the Good Samaritan, her mouth popped open and her brain shut off. He was tall, and looked in need of a sandwich, dressed in a loose blue and red plaid button-down shirt and jeans. But, it was his bright blue eyes and wide grin outlined by a tight goatee that she recognized immediately. Oh, my… That’s Apollo… uh. Her eyes slid away as she tried to remember the actor’s name. No, Atherton. Graham Atherton. She blinked.

“Uh, I’m sorry.” She tried not to look at him as she stiffly bent to retrieve the wheel from where it had landed. “It hasn’t been a particularly good day for me.”
  
His smile widened. “I passed your mates a while back there. That wasn’t very considerate of them, leaving you in the middle of nowhere.”

“Yah, well, it’s not the first time.” She flexed her elbow.

 “It wouldn’t have been a big deal if I hadn’t hit the deck earlier.”

“Goodness, is anything broken?”

“No, no, I don’t think so. Just scrapes.” She shifted her hip to look down at it. “Yah, just a little road rash.” The angry abrasion on her outer thigh was visible through the tape holding her white Lycra shorts together.

“I’d be complaining quite loudly about that, not just shrugging it off,” he told her. She held up her hand then, feeling something cold and wet slid down her palm. “Oy, you’re bleeding!”

He moved quickly toward her, causing her to bring both hands up and let go of the wheel, which clanked to the ground and rolled a few feet away. He took a gentle hold of her right wrist and lifted her arm to shoulder height, as he reached into his back pocket for his handkerchief. She winced as he pressed the cloth against her wound.

“Ow.”

“You’re trembling,” he murmured. “You needn’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” she countered, the corners of her lips turning up slightly. “But you just did.”

“Oh, well, yes, but not on purpose,” he pouted. She chuckled and breathed in fresh air mixed with his cologne.

“You smell very nice,” she said, cringing internally.

“Thank you,” he said, his eyes flicked to her mouth as she brushed the tip of her tongue slowly over the center of her lips. “I’ll be certain to wear it around you in the future.”
  
“I would like that.” She smiled at his grin but didn’t pull away. “Hi. I’m, uh…” She trailed off, forgetting her name in his blue eyes.

“Hiya, nice to meet you.” His gaze swept over her face as she winced again. “Goodness, what’s wrong with me,” he said, taking hold of her uninjured hand as well. “Come over here and sit down so I may take a look at that.”

“Oh, n-no, really, I’m fine.” Her ears were burning as the actor led her back to the stone wall a few feet away. “I just need to get the tire back on, and I’ll be on my way.” He looked unconvinced.

“Are you certain?”

“I’m sure. I crash all the time.” She glanced away, crossing her eyes, but her reward was his chuckle as he released her hands.

“As you wish, my lady.” He bent to retrieve the wheel. “I do believe we can work together on this. Just keep pressure on that cut, and you can tell me what to do.” He sat down and patted the spot next to him and with a sigh, she joined him. With her occasionally pointing as she explained, he was able to put the inner tube in the tire without twisting it and then the tire partially onto the rim. She tilted her head.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this? That was pretty quick.”

“Oh, I’m quite certain” he replied. “I haven’t been on a bicycle since I was in my teens.” He bumped his shoulder into hers. “I think I just have a good teacher.”

Her ears were on fire as she bumped him back.

“Well, that’s a shame. It feels like you’re flying without leaving the ground.”

“I would imagine it takes going very fast to feel that way.”

She nodded, matching his grin. “Yes, or to be screaming down a descent.”

“I probably would be screaming,” he laughed. “I watched some of last year’s Tour de France. Some of those descents were bonkers.” She laughed and as they turned to each other at the same time, he winked. Her smile just widened, then reached for the wheel he held.

“Here, lemme me show you how–.” He playfully batted her hands away.

“I can do it,” he grumbled and gripped the wheel between his spread knees. She bit her lip as he became more and more frustrated with the tire. “One side of the tire pops off just as I get the other side on!” With one last push, the bit of rubber slipped over the edge and he let out a big breath. “How the hell do you do this in less than a minute?”

“They change the whole wheel out, not just the tire,” she told him, grinning.

“Now she tells me,” he muttered, massaging his palm with his thumb. She cleared her throat as she stood up.

“Now comes the real test, the inflation. As long as it’s not pinched, it won’t go boom,” she said, puffing out her cheeks. They both leaned away as she used a CO₂ cartridge to fill the inner tube, then chuckled when nothing happened. “The wheel should go back in pretty easy.” She held the derailleur arm down, slid the wheel into place and tightened the quick-release skewer. She then gave the pedals a spin to re-engage the chain with the teeth of the rings. “There. I thank you, kind sir.” She bowed her head to him.

“Not a problem.” He stood and dusted his hands off on his jeans.

She could feel his eyes following her as she went about to pick up the flat tube and bits of trash she’d left on the ground, stuffing them in the back pockets of her jersey. 
“I’d like to thank you somehow for helping me.” She smirked as he quickly looked away, caught with his attention focused on her back end. “You didn’t have to stop, but I’m glad you did.”

“I am, too. I-I mean, that’s not necessary,” he replied as he bent over to pick up a wrapper that had blown against his boot.

Her smirk dissipated. Right. What was I thinking. The darkening clouds behind his head caught her attention. “Well, I’d better get going. Those clouds don’t look very nice.” She moved her bike to point in the opposite direction of his car then bent to retrieve her helmet.

“They most certainly do not,” he replied. When she turned back, he had extended his hand to her. “It was very nice to meet you.” She fumbled with her helmet as she transferred it to her left hand.

“Nice to meet you, too.” She winced as his fingers closed around her palm.

“Oh, sod it. I’m terribly–.” He loosened his grip on her hand but didn’t let go.

“No, no, I just…”

They stood very close on the side of the road, still holding each other’s hand. His gaze flicked to her lips when a passing lorry sounded its horn and they both jumped back, laughing. He ran his fingers through his hair.

“I, uh, I could drop you wherever you need to go.”

Her eyes widened. “You would do that? Uh, no. That’s okay.” She gave a crooked grin. “I’d lose all my street cred.”

He snorted. “Alright then. I’ll see you around.”

“I hope so.” She flashed a grin over her shoulder as she adjusted her helmet then clipped her left shoe into the pedal. As the bike started off with a push off with her right foot, she swung her leg over the seat in a smooth motion and accelerated down the road. 


***
Loren stopped a few miles away to catch her breath. That was fucking Graham Atherton. Oh my god, what the hell was I thinking, asking him out? He’s fucking famous! She closed her eyes with a groan. How many times have I watched both of the Crusade of the Gods films or that King Philip miniseries? She covered her face with her hand. All those pictures of him on my Pinterest board?


Oh, I’m gonna throw up. She shook her head. No, no, calm down and get back to the center. Then you can freak out. A drop of water hit her amber sunglasses. Oh damn.

Author Bio


Sara was born in the wee hours of a November night in New York City. When her family moved to a small borough in northwestern New Jersey, she had little choice but to move as well. Self-sufficiency is a tough thing for a toddler.

The dichotomy of being the middle child of three, but the only girl, was difficult, as typically no one really pays attention to a middle child. Mostly, Sara spent her time creating fanciful stories in her head when she should have been focused on other things, an issue that continues to this day.

Most of these stories have never been shared, let alone completed. This all changed in the spring of 2015, when Sara was encouraged by a friend to expand upon a short story she had accidentally emailed to him. The result is 'Wheeler’, a romantic, women's fiction/sport novel, which combines the author's romantic inclinations and her passion for cycling.

Sara currently resides in the suburbs of Philadelphia, PA, with her loving husband and their son. She is a paralegal for a boutique law firm in Chester County, Pa, an avid road cyclist and indoor cycling instructor at a national chain.

Follow the author’s blog at sarabutlerzalesky.wordpress.com or on Twitter @sarazalesky. She does a little dance every time someone ‘follows’ her on Twitter. Really.





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Revere (A Legacy Novel - Cross + Catherine) Bethany-Kris - Blog Tour


REVERE, A Legacy Novel

by Bethany-Kris
Cross + Catherine, #2
Publication Date: November 6, 2017
Genres:  Adult, Contemporary 
Romance, Mafia



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SYNOPSIS


A Legacy Novel


She was once his liar.
He was once her savior.


Cross Donati fills his days with the mafia, family, and responsibility. The wild boy is a distant memory. A waiting prince now sits in his place. An old debt puts the gunrunner right back into the path of his past, but he only sees his future.


Every king needs a queen.


Catherine Marcello learned how to stand on her own, and she no longer needs saving. The sly girl is far more dangerous now. A broken promise taught her how to live again. One conversation puts the hustler face to face with her first love, but she only sees heartache.


Every God needs a prayer.


The scars of their history runs deep. Every lie told, and each secret spilled hurts a little bit more.


Love does not care.
Love will not wait.
So, why does life keep standing in the way?


***


Revere is A Legacy Novel. While it can be read as a follow up to Always, it can also be read as a standalone novel.

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Review 
5 Stars 
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Revere is an amazing story about two adolescents who are now adults. It encompasses three generations of the same family and takes us down memory lane.

Cross is settled in his role with the mafia. He has grown up and his principles remain the same. There is one piece missing in his life.

Catherine has learnt to stand on her own two feet, but some old habits die hard. Pleasing others isn't always that easy.

It's been seven years since Cross and Catherine saw each other. So much has changed, but some things stay the same. Inadvertently, they have to cross paths and the past doesn't appear to be so far away. There have been misunderstandings which could now be a barrier. When the lies and deceits come to the surface, they only cause more hurt and anger. True love never dies, though!

Seeing the three generations of the Marcellos and how they have evolved is quite something. Cal's past is not easy to forget under the current circumstances and Cross maturity shines. In his own arrogant way! Can't help but love him. There are some strong messages within this story. It's soulful with potent emotions. Cross and Catherine face some strong oppositions as well as dangerous situations. Good intentions can sometimes be more damaging. I have loved each and everyone of the stories in this series, but this one is something special. It hits all the right spots and this incredible love story will not be easy to forget. And.... there is more. The preview of the next instalment has piqued my interest and I look forward to see what transpires next.

I was kindly issued with an eARC and the views expressed are my personal opinion.
 


ALWAYS, A Legacy Novel


by Bethany-Kris
Cross + Catherine, #1
Publication Date: October 2, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Coming of Age, Mafia


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SYNOPSIS


A Legacy Novel


A wild boy.
A sly girl.


Cross Donati defines trouble. He does what he wants because he's never known anything different. He's unapologetic, and he owns it.


Catherine Marcello is every bit a good girl  on the outside. Her entire world is a legacy, and she lives it. She's curious, and she's exploring it.


She chases bad things.
He never learned to be good.


They're late nights, stolen cars, first times, fist fights, leather jackets, beaches, bloody smiles, and life.

They're vicious and precious, dangerous and harmless, innocence and sin. They are love.


Love is killing for someone.
Love is living for someone.


Sometimes, you can't keep saving your heart when it means sacrificing it, too.

Sometimes, you have to learn to save yourself.

Sometimes, love has to fall, crash, and burn.


This is what love is like when you're a principe and principessa della mafia.

This is what love is like when you're Cross Donati and Catherine Marcello.
***

Always is a Legacy Novel, and while it is standalone, it can also act as a prequel for Revere. Each Legacy Novel stands alone from any other book, series, or collection.

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ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS



Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something  when she can find the time.


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Tuesday, November 07, 2017

Veiled by Stacey Rourke - Blog Tour






Veiled
Stacey Rourke
Publication date: November 7th 2017
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy

Political propaganda would have us believe vampires are our friends. Fanged teddy bears misunderstood thanks to archaic lore. Activists picket for them to be welcomed into our society.

They claim vamps don’t kill.
They preach we are safe.
They … are dead wrong.

One year ago a hive slaughtered my family and left me for dead. Found by a team of scientists with their own agenda, I was forged into an unstoppable weapon.

I possess their strength, with none of their weaknesses.

I can move among them free from their crippling hunger.

I am their greatest threat.

Armed with this arsenal, vengeance will feed my desire to penetrate the seedy underbelly of their fetishized lifestyle and expose them for the monsters they truly are.


Excerpt 

“Comparing us to aberrant criminals? How do you justify making such a bold leap?”

“With centuries of murders, torture, and feedings!” he exploded, hopping in his seat as if suppressing the urge to leap onto the tabletop and douse me with holy water.

“All of these vile acts have been committed under the teachings of your demonic demi-god, Vlad Draculesti. Your immortal Lord Impaler.”

One corner of my mouth tugged back in a knowing smirk. “And no one has ever killed, maimed, or committed genocide in the name of Christ?”

“It’s a sorry argument to use our history against us!”

“Yes, it is!” I vehemently agreed. “And yet that is exactly what humans subject us to. You fault us for the mistakes our kind has made in the past, mocking our deity without truly understanding his teachings. Meanwhile, you fetishize our culture and use it in your foreplay. Statistically speaking, human on human deaths outweigh vampire-on-human deaths twenty-three hundred to one. And why is that? Because humans take their passions too far, while when we pair with a human we focus on building a lasting relationship built on trust, safety, and security.”

“Humans you keep around for feeding and screwing!” my opponent hollered, spittle bubbling in the corners of his mouth. “You’re vicious killers!”

“My apologies to our viewers for that use of inappropriate language,” the prim and poised moderator stated into the camera before fixing her critical gaze on the frothing conservative. “Mayor Donaldson, I again ask you to control these outbursts or we will have no choice but to conclude our debate.”

Before his mouth could open to protest further, I leaned in and caught him with my narrowed gaze. “Show me proof. Where is the recorded documentation of these crimes you’re accusing us of? I tell you what, while you hunt to find that, I will wander into any costume shop or Halloween store and snag a set of fangs and a gothic cape that misrepresent us as night prowling fiends. The so-called facts you are basing your viewpoint on are myths formulated by your own kind to make us these legendary creatures that go bump in the night. Thank you, for granting me more power than I can fathom. That said, you should know I can’t turn into a bat, I spend as much time in front of the mirror as the next gal, and I enjoy a few extra shakes of garlic on my pasta. I’m not a monster, Mayor Donaldson. I am a vampire citizen who wants the same rights you take for granted.”

Author Bio


RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012

Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013

Readers' Favorite Silver Medal Winner for Crane 2015
Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Reel Romance Series. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.





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Monday, November 06, 2017

Ready for Wild by Liora Blake Review Tour






Ready for Wild
Liora Blake
Published by: Pocket Books
Publication date: October 31st 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Featuring Liora Blake’s signature “funny, endearing, and more than a little hot” (Library Journal) style, the third novel in the Grand Valley series features a rough-talking game warden going toe-to-toe with a TV star who unexpectedly turns his life upside down.

Braden Montgomery is certain about three things: one, luck is for suckers; two, time spent outdoors is what keeps him sane; and, three, when it comes to sharing his bed, there’s only one female he’s willing to put up with—his Chesapeake Bay retriever, Charley. Braden’s constructed his life on these beliefs, and he’s quite content with the status quo.

But when a moment of bad luck lands Braden toe-to-toe with a blonde bombshell with her own television show, his stubbornly structured reality begins to unravel.

As for Amber Regan, her brand has been built on camo, cut-offs, and cleavage. With her own hunting show on the foremost sports channel and enough social media followers to garner her plenty of endorsement deals, Amber’s come a long way from the tomboy in a small Texas town she once was. Unfortunately, ratings are down and her contract for next season is in limbo, so she’s in desperate need of a reboot to save her show—and filming a rough and tough archery elk hunt in Colorado might be the way to do just that. Too bad the local game warden grunts more than he speaks, seems determined to despise her—and makes her heart race in all the most inconvenient ways.





Review
4 Stars
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A Game Warden and a TV personality. An unlikely combination which is seamlessly executed.

Braden is a Game Warden. He lives with his dog, Charley and likes his solitary life outside of his work. He is grumpy and doesn't communicate much, except with his few friends. His ex is the reason for his lifestyle.

Amber is the star of a TV hunting show. Growing up wasn't so glamorous and she doesn't want to go back there. She is also popular with the media.

Amber has arranged a shoot in Grand Valley, the very place where Braden works. He is not too receptive to the idea, but unfortunately he draws the short straw to shadow her. He doesn't really have any choice. He already has preconceived ideas about Amber. None, very flattering. To his horror, he likes her and she takes great delight in rubbiing him up the wrong way. He soon discovers that her show doesn't reflect her true personality and the reasons why she is doing this particular shoot. Her job is on the line.

They develop a comfortable, but somewhat tentative relationship. Their banters, face to face and through texts are great fun and full of innuendos. Soon, they find themselves in deeper than anticipated. Their lifestyles are so different that the future doesn't look too hopeful. Can they find a compromise?

I like Braden's straightforward approach. He speaks his mind. Amber is independent, proficient and goes after what she wants. They might appear to be opposites, but the sizzling chemistry is blatantly obvious.

The story has a steady flow and the characters are well developed. It's an interesting storyline where everything is well captured. It's fun and easy to read. Well worth reading.

I was kindly issued with an eARC from NetGalley and the views expressed are my personal opinion. 


Author Bio


Liora Blake is a contemporary romance author living in Colorado.

When she isn’t writing, she’s likely baking cookies she shouldn’t eat, inventing elaborate excuses to avoid going for a run, or asking the nice barista to sell her another quad-shot Americano.






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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

The Year of The Knife by GD Penman - Excerpt Tour






The Year of the Knife
G.D. Penman
Published by: Meerkat Press
Publication date: 28 November  2017
Genres: Adult, Thriller, Urban Fantasy

Agent -Sully- Sullivan is one of the top cops in the Imperial Bureau of Investigation. A veteran witch of the British Empire who isn’t afraid to use her magical skills to crack a case. But Sully might need more than a good education and raw power to stop the string of grisly murders that have been springing up across the American Colonies. Every one of them marked by the same chilling calling card, a warning in the form of a legion of voices screaming out through the killers’ mouths: -It IS tHe YEAr oF the KNife.-

Sully’s investigation will drag her away from the comforts of home in New Amsterdam, the beautiful but useless hyacinth macaw that used to be her boss, and the loving arms of her undead girlfriend, in a thrilling race against time, demonic forces and a shadowy conspiracy that will do anything to keep its hold on power and ensure that Sully takes their secrets to her grave, as soon as possible.

G.D. Penman’s imaginative The Year of the Knife is a fun, fast-paced urban fantasy mystery with an engaging set of characters, most notably Agent Sully of the Imperial Bureau of Investigation.




Excerpt 

Sully left her apartment, headed for the subway and another day of the relentless grind. When she stopped at a group seagulls on the sidewalk, they parted in front of her. All except one, which stepped forward and looked up at her. That was not your regular bird behaviour. Sully glanced back at the men in uniforms over by the flood wall. Not one of them was paying the blindest bit of attention, so she met the seagull's gaze and nodded across at an alleyway. The gull fluttered off and she followed at a discreet distance, shaking her head at the sorry state of affairs she found herself in. In the alleyway, the seagull waddled around behind some bins, and Sully politely looked away when she heard the tell-tale sound of tearing skin. A perfect golden-skinned woman rose up from behind the bins, completely nude—untroubled by the sea breeze, and absent of anything resembling shame. The woman nodded to Sully and held up a hand in greeting.

Sully groaned. “You know that you people have an embassy. You don't have to keep turning into animals and sneaking over here every time you want to share information.”

The woman shrugged, the movement setting things into motion on her toned body. Sully had to quickly correct her drifting eyes. In all of Sully’s limited dealings with the Native Americans, she had never met one that wasn't beautiful. Maybe aesthetics were how they picked their police and spies, as those had been the only interactions Sully had with their neighbours to the west. 

When the woman spoke, her accent was soft, almost musical. “If we use the channels that your Empire demands, then it is obvious that we are the ones telling you things. This is unacceptable to our own people, so we must make these compromises. I must fly across the land you stole from us as a filthy scavenger bird. You must have meetings between buildings with women who wear no clothes.” Noticing Sully's blush, the American woman tutted. “Look before you strain something. I do not know why your people have such a strange fascination. 

They are for feeding babies.”

Sully grumbled but still didn't look down. “What are you here to tell me that you aren’t really telling me then?”

The woman bent to pick up the tattered skin of the seagull lying on the ground and folded it over her hand before coming closer and lowering her voice. “Your manitou has attacked our people, too. Your body thief. It took one of our people near to the border. It killed many people and we could not understand its words. A translator who had dealings with your kind came and told us what it spoke of. A year of knives. A return from a place of exile. When it became aware that we were not of your Empire, it left. It killed the one that it rode. My people thought it justice to keep this from you. I think that your troubles always overflow your borders.”

Author Bio



G D Penman writes Speculative Fiction. He lives in Scotland with his partner and children, some of whom are human. He is a firm believer in the axiom that any story is made better by dragons. His beard has won an award. If you have ever read a story with Kaiju and queer people, it was probably one of his. In those few precious moments that he isn’t parenting or writing he likes to watch cartoons, play video and tabletop games, read more books than are entirely feasible and continue his quest to eat the flesh of every living species.






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