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Defying Fate Release Day Blitz @1lola_james

Title: Defying Fate (Book Two Fate Series)Author: Lola JamesGenre: New Adult Paranormal RomanceBlitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Love… Death… Fate!
Megan opened her heart and defied her fate for love. Alex wanted nothing more than to be with Megan, no matter the cost. After a vision meticulously unravels her existence it leaves Megan wondering is their love worth death? 
To escape her demise, Megan enlists the help of Emilian, her vampire protector. However, the world around her slips away as his presence melts her, a gaze ignites her, and when he touches her every sensual fantasy plays in her mind. The problem is she has a job to do and she can’t afford to lose focus but he’s the only one that can keep the looming threats away. 
What’s a girl to do? Death is not an option but it may be the only one she has… Continue the fated journey in Defying Fate.
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I turned to see a brown-haired woman dressed in a navy blue pantsuit with files and notepads covering her face.
“Ursula.” Emilian was on his feet and at the door in a flash, taking the files from her arms. I looked at the interaction between them, which seemed almost intimate. He took the files, placing them down. Helped her with her jacket and purse. All while she looked at him with loving adoration.
With a raised eyebrow, I gave her a once-over. She was about my height, but she was thinner and paler. Her dark brown locks fell into curls past her shoulder, and the perfume she wore was intoxicating as it took over the room.
She stepped forward with Emilian’s hand wrapped around her shoulders.
“Megan, let me introduce you to Ursula. She is my progeny and assistant.” The perky brunette stepped forward, and I stood up. “She is here to help with anything you may need,” he finished.





Lola is a fool for a love story, a sucker for a cupcake, and let’s not talk about what she’d do for a Klondike bar. She enjoys long walks on the beach and movies that involve chainsaws. By day she's the HR Lady and by nightfall she puts on a cape to become a romance writer. Email: lola@lolajames.com Website: http://www.lolajames.com Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/1lola_james My Blog: http://lolajames-author.blogspot.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorLolaJames


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Tristan's Lyceum Wolves #Review @KymGrosso

TRISTAN'S LYCEUM WOLVES BY KYM GROSSOREVIEWED BY JEDI CHRISTY
Charismatic and powerful Lyceum Wolves' Alpha, Tristan Livingston, is out for revenge after a devastating attack on his pack. Not only did he survive a building collapse, he orchestrated the rebuild of his chic, state-of-the-art nightclub within a week. Determined to mete out justice, he rescues a beautiful witness who may be the key to helping him find the perpetrators.

Dr. Kalli Williams, dedicated veterinarian, is hiding a secret that endangers not only her own life but the lives of wolves across the country. After being tortured by a savage vampire, she's reluctantly agrees to help the sexy Alpha in his quest to identify suspects; ones who'd kill her on the spot if they knew she existed. As Kalli places herself in the hands of the dominant wolf, she soon finds she wants nothing more than to submit.

Tristan, committed to ruling his pack as a lone wolf, is inexplicably drawn to the mysterious and enticing woman, who seems more than human, but not quite supernatural. As he discovers her secret, he teaches her the meaning of trust, helping her learn how to be true to her nature. After living a lifetime alone, will he succumb to the visceral need to claim her, acknowledging the soul binding connection between an Alpha and his mate? And will he prevail against the menacing enemy who threatens to destroy Lyceum Wolves?


Warning: This book contains several erotic love scenes, including m/f/m menage, and is intended for adult readers only. 

At first I was worried about reviewing this book due to it being the 3rd in a series and not having read the other 2. However, this book was a great book even as a standalone. I can see the vague shape of the other books but I don’t feel lost without having read them. Tristan is a very HOT and VIRGLE ALPHA that I would love to get to know. I would submit to him any day, hehehe. This book is a love story, but gives me a great amount of action. And that is my soft spot. I love action. I will be going and reading her other novels now because I want to know more about this wolf pack and how they interact within the books. I will say this: it is a "can’t put down" type of book. Every time I had to put it down I was like NO! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! In the end, I am going a full 4 stars for this book And adding her others to my TBR list. Thank you, Kym for the chance to review this book.
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Death Dealer Blog Tour @AshleyR0bertson

Title: Death DealerAuthor: Ashley RobertsonGenre: Adult ParanormalTour Host: Lady Amber's Tours*2013 NATIONAL INDIE EXCELLENCE AWARDS FINALIST*
Death: a word Mia Baron was all too familiar with since the murder of her parents when she was a young girl. Her drive for vengeance was the reason she became a Death Dealer—a soul guide through the spirit realm—signing her life away in her own blood. Pain forged a concrete wall around her heart and no one or nothing would ever penetrate it…until she got what she desired most—revenge.

Deacon Gage craves justice for his own horrific tragedy that forced him into the same life Mia chose, with the same promise of vengeance dangling just out of reach. His expert training makes him an Elite—one of the few Death Dealers to ever achieve such a status—and no one can shift his focus from the blood he seeks.

But when the two are partnered for yet another job and a heart-shattering case rips open Mia’s heart, Deacon realizes he’s the only one who can save her…at a price that might be too much to pay: opening his heart to her. The clock is ticking and her life hangs on the balance of whether he can truly let go or will hold onto his desire for blood.

CHAPTER 1
The full moon’s reflection gleamed brightly in the iridescent glass pane of the first-floor nursing-home window, framed by chunky, weathered slats that had been painted white at some time in their existence. Crowding just below the glowing orb’s mirrored image was a mass of thick shrubs, uneven in shape and slightly overgrown with pinkish flowers still dangling from a few branches, the tips of their petals browning as if touched by death. Death. A word Mia Baron knew all too well. She inhaled deeply, the cool air tickling the back of her throat and forcing her to stifle a cough. The last thing she needed was to get caught snooping outside the PB Retirement Community. Her need to see the person just beyond the reflecting glass of the window yearned deep in her heart. Realization that this was the last time she’d ever see this person clenched her stomach with grief.
Crouching low to the green herbaceous cover that was a mix of soft, straw-like grass and spurge—a type of weed that grew in places the ground was kept moist—Mia shimmied through a small opening in the shrubs that was probably created by her comings and goings over time, and once she reached the gray brick exterior wall of the nursing home, she turned left and crept until the window she sought was directly above her. Slowly rising, she placed her hands on the sill and peered through the crystal-clear glass at an angle where the moon no longer obstructed her view. Though slightly darkened with tint, which would have made it difficult for the average person to see through, she gazed longingly at the old woman reclined in a twin-sized, remote-controlled bed that elevated her upper body. A tray table was suspended over her waist, most likely rolled there from across the room when the nurse brought her dinner. Leftovers of what appeared to be mashed potatoes were piled in the corner of her plate, and the remnants of green Jell-O were in the compartment directly above that, which surprised Mia because the old lady usually ate all of those disgusting, wiggly squares.
The door opened and a middle-aged nurse walked in. Her eyes looked tired with dark circles her cover-up did a poor job of concealing, and her smock was the blandest color of blue Mia had ever seen—matching the nurse’s mood, no doubt. Flashing a forced smile at the old woman, the caregiver ran a hand through her short, auburn hair, then retrieved the plate of leftover dinner and any other trash from the tray table before rolling it back to the corner of the room. “Don’t be up too late watching television. You know that stuff just rots your brain,” she called over her shoulder as she walked out, pulling the door shut behind her.
A normal person wouldn’t have been able to hear any of that—unless they could read lips, which Mia couldn’t do very well at all. No, the reason that her hearing and vision were so precise didn’t have anything to do with normal, because Mia Baron was far from normal. A fact she’d gotten accustomed to.
It pissed Mia off that the nurse hadn’t asked the old woman if she were feeling okay, or if she needed anything else, but those questions had only been asked the first week the old woman had been admitted. The politeness had worn off after that, blending in with the stale environment of the place a lot of older folks would spend their last days. What saddened Mia more was the fact that she’d always wished those she came for would be of this age, where they’d already lived their lives to the fullest and now were trapped in an existence where death would be welcomed. But most of the ones she came for didn’t live at the PB Retirement Community, or any other retirement community for that matter. No, most of the people she came for were younger and should have had so much more life ahead of them.
Which was why it should have been a blessed night that Mia was finally getting her wish. Only the weathered person she stared at through the window wasn’t just some old woman who was going to die—it was the one person who’d raised her since she was a little girl.
Lifting her hand from the sill to place it on the cool glass surface of the pane, Mia was momentarily lost in her past, the memories flooding in with snapshots of images long forgotten. Catching butterflies in an open field with wildflowers spread across the ground, the old woman, petite and pretty for a woman in her sixties, her hair a mixture of gray and white cut short with small curls set tightly to her head, laughed as she watched a six-year-old Mia swoop her brand-new butterfly net over the tops of several flowers and come back with a beautiful monarch. Sitting on a wooden swing that hung in the corner of a wraparound porch, watching the cars zip by on the highway just up the manicured hill, ten-year-old Mia’s head nestled on the old woman’s shoulder. Mia driving the 1966 soft yellow Ford Thunderbird with booger-green interior for the first time on her own, glimpsing the old woman in the rearview mirror wearing a red-and-white-striped apron over her floral sundress, waving and shouting to Mia as she maneuvered up the rocky driveway and onto the smooth, paved surface of the street.
It became harder to breathe as Mia fought the tears that had, unbeknownst to her until now, welled up in her eyes while she’d been lost in thought. Surprise flitted through her mind as she wondered when the last time she’d cried even was. But tears didn’t matter—she knew that with certainty. Nothing could change what was coming and Mia dreaded it with every ounce of her being. The only comfort she could take was in knowing that at least the old woman would be asleep when it happened. No more pain. No more sadness. No more nursing home. Soon, all of that would be gone, taken away by her death.
So when the hand that held the remote went slack and the old woman’s head drooped slightly into the pillow, Mia knew it was time. Trepidation tightened in her chest as she gripped the top wood frame of the window and pushed upward, using some extra power in the movement to ensure the window would open—even if it were locked. With a snap, pop, creak the pane shuddered ajar. The wood, swollen with moisture, forced Mia to stop, not because her advanced strength was tested, but she simply didn’t want to make any noise that would awaken the old woman. It would be better that way—for both of their sakes.
Now with a gap about three inches tall, Mia stopped her efforts and lowered her hands to her sides. This was more space than she needed, and she quietly chuckled to herself, sometimes underestimating her own power. She glanced at her surroundings once more to ensure she was alone and then closed her eyes and concentrated on being inside the room. Her whole body prickled with energy seconds before the pain sliced through her like sharp, twisting metal that attached to her insides and squeezed around each part. Sweat broke out across her brow and pooled between her breasts—like it had every time before this one—as her physical body slowly broke down, piece by piece, disintegrating into an opaque gray mist that now hovered just outside the window, drawn inside by the three-inch opening and the person sleeping unawares. After entering the room on a current of cool air, she floated to the side of the bed, still in mist form, letting her senses fill of the old woman. Peppermint, most likely the mouthwash she’d used, was most dominant, but under that was the soft aroma of roses and thyme, her favorite perfume, and just beneath that was the bite of body odor that confirmed it’d been days since she’d been properly bathed. A growl rippled through the opaque haze of Mia’s misty shape as anger surged red in her mind, drowning out the television that played an old rerun of Bonanza. No more of this shit, Mia thought, I’m taking you away from here—far, far away from this God-forsaken hellhole.
Mia materialized back into her physical body, her skin a light shade of tan as if the sun had gently kissed it, but it wasn’t the sun that had given her that color—it had been her father’s half-Mexican lineage mixed with her mother’s small percentage of native Indian, which also gave her high cheekbones, brought her height to five and a half feet, and there was a touch of a widow’s peak centered above her brow and sweeping back to the luminous chestnut waves that fell behind her shoulders and landed in the middle of her back. After swiping her palms down the thighs of her black leather pants, she leaned over the bed and carefully slipped the remote from the old woman’s boney grip—a hand that was once so much younger with smooth, creamy skin now uneven with bumps and raised veins that looked like blue tunnels beneath the paper-thin surface of her flesh, fingers once elongated and beautiful now with a crooked arch and swollen, rounded knuckles that her gold wedding band would never be able to slip over. A lump barreled its way up Mia’s throat as she set the remote on an end table that was littered with used tissues and plastic cups of half-filled water before focusing her attention back on the old woman. Bending over and stretching her body so her lips were closer to the old woman’s ear, Mia whispered, “I love you, Grandma,” the strain in her tone evident in the soft sound of those words.
It still stung deep in Mia’s heart that she had been unable to make it during most visiting times, which were inconveniently between the hours of ten in the morning and four in the afternoon, and because of that, she’d always wondered if by chance things had been different, her grandma would’ve remembered who she was just one more time while still alive. Four years ago, Alzheimer’s had stolen away Mia’s beloved grandmother, yet the old woman’s body remained a fragile shell to the soul that resided within.
And now Mia was here to collect it—just like all Death Dealers did.
Though she had a hunch her grandma’s soul would gleam bright white, the color that indicated the path of the Light Gate, she would only know for sure after it separated from the host body—the delicate human shell that belonged to the woman she loved like a mother.
A tear slicked down Mia’s cheek and dropped off the edge of her chin, a big splash landing on the pillow mere inches from her grandma’s sleeping face. Stepping back, Mia did the best to collect herself, fighting back an avalanche of emotions she’d somewhat expected. Though when her boss and Death Angel, Abram, had given her the task of guiding her grandma’s soul to the gates of whatever realm her spirit would move into, Mia had no choice but to accept. She owed it to the woman who’d cared for her after her parents died, twenty years ago that felt like an eternity of time with so much that had changed since then. At the young age of four was when Grandma had told Mia her parents were in heaven, that they were now angels watching over her from somewhere above the clouds during the day. And at nighttime, Mia would help her grandma pick out which stars she thought her parents were. While younger, it had been easier for her grandma to shield her from what happened, home-schooling her until the news went stale and the town hushed its gossip. It wasn’t until fifth grade that Mia first attended a real school and for several years she’d stayed to herself, sat alone at lunch and in the back of the classrooms, and had gone straight home after school. Sure, some would speak with her, but it had always been short and sweet. No real lasting friendships made. But it was the end of seventh grade when Benji Barnes said something to her, something she’d fought to forget but now the information grated her heart. He’d asked her if she was the daughter of the murdered couple, the one whose body parts had been found all over the house, carefully hidden for the investigators to slowly find, some pieces to this day never recovered.
Mia had never recovered either.
After that, Mia did a lot of her own research, finding everything Benji had said to be true, not one bit of it an exaggeration which would be expected of a young, popular middle-school boy. The police are still looking for leads in the Eduardo and Natalie Baron gruesome murder. These loving, doting parents leave behind a beautiful four-year-old little girl who has been taken into protective custody. Investigators believe this was a random act of violence and have yet been unable to acquire any suspects, though they believe it could be cult related. But nothing explains why the bodies were chopped up and hidden in various places throughout their Manhattan Beach area home and police have yet to locate all of the pieces. 
More tears fell as Mia shook away the memory, the one reason she’d become what she was. Being a Death Dealer was supposed to bring Mia closure, finally give her the vengeance she sought in righting her parents’ grizzly murder, and when Mia turned eighteen, she’d finally signed her name on the dotted line with her own blood. However, Abram had yet to deliver her the name of the person or persons responsible, but it was his promise of doing just that that had sold her into this dark afterlife. After guiding her grandma’s soul to the proper gate, she planned on bringing it up to her boss…again.
Glancing down at the cherished old woman, Mia carefully placed the palm of her hand across her grandma’s forehead. With one last tear streaming down her cheek, Mia took a deep breath and whispered, “It’s time.”


I reside in sunny Orlando, Florida and love reading and writing about everything urban fantasy and paranormal romance. When I'm not writing you'll find me spending time with family and friends, training in my home gym, traveling and exploring new places, drinking fine red wines, and making gourmet coffees with my Nespresso machine. Visit my website to learn about my upcoming releases, guest blog posts, and featured giveaways at: AshleyRobertsonBooks.com
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Covert Craving Blog Tour @JenniferJames34

She just stripped in front of an NYPD detective... The glow-in-the-dark water at Camp Sunny Woods left Chloe Saunders with the ability to disappear from sight.
Thirteen years later, she uses her “gift” to take out criminals when she can. If she’s got to be part of a freak show, she’s going to do some good while in the buff.
And he’s enjoying studying every luscious curve…
Color blind detective Jacob Greiff smokes to weaken the overwhelming messages his nose sends him. One summer camp trip was enough for him. His priority right now is busting the vigilante leaving burglars tied up with panty hose and women’s scarves.
He thinks he’s hallucinating when he sees a petite, bare foot brunette in an enormous trench coat at his crime scenes because for the first time in years, he’s seeing someone in full color.
He’s not sure he’s buying it, but Chloe sure looks great when she’s “invisible.”
Despite his own supernatural abilities and the raging lust between them, Greiff wonders if Chloe isn’t some kind of nut who gets off on public nudity. She insists she can disappear from view when naked, that he’s the only one who can see her when she’s in the buff.
Their shared past comes to a treacherous intersection when a man shows up at Chloe’s apartment and informs them at gun point it’s time to report for duty—or else.

 Chloe looked the detective over and rolled her eyes. She paused at her apartment long enough to chuck her purse inside. He followed her back to the elevator and she wished she’d put on a different outfit. One with underwear and a bra. The man was so hot most of her thoughts were consumed with taking clothes off, not keeping them on. And he kept looking down her top at her boobs. Part of her, the perverse part, wanted to yank up the tank top and flash him to see his reaction. She’d been naked loads of times in front of people, but they didn’t know she was there. It made the whole nudity thing seem mundane.Except for where he was concerned. Every time she felt his gaze moving over her butt or breasts, hell, even the back of her neck, arousal curled in her belly and set goose bumps marching over her skin.“So, what else do you have to get for your neighbor?”“A pigeon and a cheesecake.” She glanced at him from beneath her eyelashes and caught him staring. He chuckled and shrugged. “You can buy the cheesecake as well, since I’m providing you with a peep show.”“Can’t help myself.”“Right. Look, if you keep doing that I’m going to have to insist on tit for tat.” They continued down the hallway, he with both hands shoved in his pockets, Chloe with her arms swinging freely.“And what would that imply?” His voice dropped an octave, bringing the damned goose bumps out in force.“Simple. I show you mine, you show me yours. Although, you’re in the red right now, since the subway incident.” The words thrilled her. She’d never had the opportunity to engage in this kind of banter. She should be on the road and headed for a new town and existence. Instead she was here, defying protocol, flirting with a hot-ass cop, and outright challenging him to a sex game.“I disagree. If I accept your challenge, it starts now. We’d have to start over again, so technically I haven’t seen any naked body parts.” He pressed the button on the wall to call the elevator.She glared down her nose at him and crossed her arms over her breasts. The effect didn’t work too well, since he was much taller, but she gave it her best impervious-haughty-queen bee try. His lips twitched and he stepped closer. She narrowed her eyes, fighting the jumble of excitement and nerves in her belly before taking a step of her own forward. The front of her flip flops bumped into his dress shoes.“I think you’re trying to work the system here.” The heat of his body and the tingle of sexual arousal had brought her closer than she realized, and their chests collided.“Maybe. I’m attracted to you.” He put his left hand on the wall next to her head. “I want to kiss you.”“Yeah?” She ran one finger down his tie, tracing the pattern. The elevator bell chimed and the door slid open. A few steps to the right and she could be inside. The intensity in his eyes held her still.“Yeah.” He brought his right hand out as well and stroked the exposed skin at her waist between tank top and pants with his thumb. “May I?”  
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Jennifer James hates to talk about herself in the third person and has now started so many series books she’s wondering if she has a mental illness. A traditionally published author who recently dipped her toes into the oceans of Indie land; she’s finding the water quite nice and plans on sticking around. She loves Dirty Palmers in the summer, Spiked Cocoas in the winter, and Jack and Honey with Pepsi any time at all. Recent college grad, wife, mother, cat wrangler, and dog belly scratcher, Jenn spends a lot of time at her computer, frowning at the shenanigans of people only she can hear.  Website 
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Soul Broker #Review @TinaPollick

After literally bumping into a gorgeous stranger, Mackenzie succumbs to a night of passion with him. When she wakes up, he’s gone. But that’s only the start. Three years later, the stranger, Drew, shows up—and she’s pissed.

Drew isn’t all he seems, either. An evil greater than he can battle alone wants something that belongs to both Mackenzie and himself. Their daughter. They fight to find a way to keep Drew’s master from taking Sophie, while battling his fellow soul brokers who are fighting for their freedom.

Unable to defeat his master alone, Drew asks his father for help. Will they survive long enough for his deal to be brokered? Or will they succumb to the evil of Drew’s master?

REVIEW - 3 STARS
I can't say I loved it,  but at the same time,  I can't say I hated it.  I am really on the fence about this book.  There is nothing in it that would put me over the edge either way.  The storyline itself is kind of choppy.  There were a couple of twists in the book that are a little far-fetched,  even for a paranormal romance.  All-in-all,  it wasn't horrible,  but it wasn't great either.

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Sudden Hope #Review @MiraGarland

When your nightmares become reality and you can’t wake up, what do you do?

Celeste is a normal teenage girl.
After the loss of her father her life seems to be in constant turmoil.
She realizes her worst nightmares are occurring while she's still awake.

Just as it looks like her life is on the right path; things go terribly wrong and leave her in a spiraling whirlwind of emotion.

Trying to find her father’s killer and dealing with an ex
that will do anything to get revenge; she feels like she is falling.

The only thing that is holding her together is her support system; her friends and Danny.

Celeste loves Danny more than life itself, although now is just not the time to be with him. He is the answer to her dreams, he is her one true love, and most importantly, her hope.

Only life isn't fair and doesn't play by the rules.

This book grabs your heart from the prologue.  You just want to take CC (Celeste) and run away with her.  Very intense and emotional but also very satisfying.  Has real life issues that makes you feel like you are right there.  CC's friends are an amazing support group.  Pulls you right into CC's world,  and won't let go.  Absolutely fantastic read!! Definitely recommended!

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Dark Light #Review @MrsSLJ

Love. Sex. Magic.Before her 20th birthday, Gabriella was pretty much clueless about all three. In love with her best guy friend since the age of 14 and too crass and intimidating for most of the male population of Colorado Springs, love and good sex were virtually a myth. And then there’s magic. Freakin’ magic. There’s no way that legend could have a place in her less than exciting life. So why after twenty years of utter obscurity do her adopted parents hit her with the ton of bricks that is her true identity? And how the heck is she supposed to accept all this and become what she was truly created to be? Lucky for Gabs, sexy as sin Dorian is more than equipped to help her embrace these new revelations. And while everything about him feels oh so good, she soon learns that there’s more behind his crystal blue eyes, chiseled body and exotic beauty. Something dark, menacing and downright unnatural. Yet Gabs is in way too deep to even try to turn away from him now.Dark Light, Book 1 of the Dark Light Series, is the raw, emotional story of a young woman’s journey of self-discovery in a world that was not meant for her. And her scorching hot, lip-biting addiction for the man she can’t deny, no matter the cost. *Contains strong adult content.

 
Once again I am 50/50 about a book. I either liked it or I didn't. I am just not really sure lol. At times it just seemed like two different people were writing it. It drove me nuts at times. But on to the characters. Here we have Gab(nickname). She seems to be your typical 20 year old girl who thinks she may have herself figured out but it turns out she was way wrong. I liked her at times and at other times I wanted to shake her and tell her to get over herself. She just seemed so selfish and "me, me, me" at times that it got a little annoying. But maybe that can just be her age and all the stuff she was going through. I liked her better when she was so sure and confident and sassy. Now Dorian was truly an enigma. I could hardly figure him out, unless it came to sex. It seemed to be only then that you got to see who he really was. But then again the mystery seemed to draw you to him. I really do wish you got to know more about him. But of course back to the sex. It was just mouth wateringly hot. Ummm table for two please! Yummy is all I can really say and think lol. And oh how I just wanted to cuddle poor Jared, I loved him right from the start. Buck up buddy, your time will come. 
 As far as the writing and story goes. Well like I said, at times it just seemed like two different people were writing. Sometimes the writing would seem maybe immature and at other times it was awesome. It would push you away at times and then so quickly pull you back in. I may have a case of whiplash here. The parts that grabbed me though were great and they made me keep right on reading and had me asking what is going to happen next? I just have to know. So with what seems to be two different writers, interesting characters, hot sex and so much mystery, I just can't wait to read the next book. 

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Jump #Review @Cindy_Paterson

Jumpby Cindy PatersonReviewed by the Book Goblin
His code of honor was respected without question, until he consumed the blood of an enemy in exchange for a mortal woman to be set free from certain slavery.
He can’t forget her
Despite knowing, he will be imprisoned and put to death if caught, Balen, a fierce Senses Tracker, returns to Toronto to find the mortal woman, Danielle, he left behind two years ago. Haunted with memories of the torture they endured in the hands of a Senses enemy, Balen’s determination to see her again, drives him to risk everything. But when he does, a new enemy comes into play, one he can’t defeat.
To conquer the wrath of fear
Determined to find some sort of peace after her abduction, Danielle finds solace in painting a man from her nocturnal unconsciousness. When he comes knocking on her door, her world is shattered and Danielle must face her worst fears in order to survive what is coming after them. It won’t stop. It can’t. For the ancient spell has no compassion.
A journey of tenacious desire that refuses to fade even though that is what will destroy them. Because—in order for Danielle to live, first she must die.

4.5 stars!Cindy Paterson has created a unique world with her book, Jump. A very different take on the paranormal world.The characters in this book are all amazing and new! Her heroes all have surprising powers and talents. The romance is very intense and sweet. Balen and Danielle are in for a heck of a ride! The others in the story are important, not just bit players. She has filled out their world quite nicely with hints of things to come, more stories to be told. Awesome job! I can't wait to read the next book in the series.
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Strip Me Bare Giveaway Book Blitz @marissacarmel

Title: Strip Me BareAuthor: Marissa Carmel Release Day: TBAGenre: New Adult Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours
“I may have had more lovers than you, and I may take my clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me bare.” 
Do you ever stop loving someone just because they’re gone? 

Five years ago Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington’s life without leaving so much as a post-it note behind. He was the one she gave her heart to, her soul to and her virginity to. So imagine her surprise when she finds him dancing at one of NYC’s hottest male reviews as Jack the Stripper. 

Ryan never stopped loving Alana, and now that she serendipitously dropped back into his life, he’s vowed never to lose her again. But being together has its costs, and challenges Alana isn’t sure she can handle. She finally has Ryan back; but how in the world is she supposed to share the love of her life with half of the women in New York City?
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Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.
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                                  Title:  Strip Me Bare
                               Author:  Melissa Carmel
                                   Genre:  New Adult       
"I may have had more lovers than you, and I may take my clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me bare."  Do you ever stop loving someone just because they’re gone? Five years ago Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington’s life without leaving so much as a post-it note behind. He was the one she gave her heart to, her soul to and her virginity to.  So imagine her surprise when she finds him dancing at one of NYC’s hottest male revues as Jack the Stripper. Ryan never stopped loving Alana, and now that she serendipitously dropped back into his life, he’s vowed never to lose her again.  But being together has its costs, and challenges Alana isn’t sure she can handle.
She finally has Ryan back; but how in the world is she supposed to share the love of her life with half of the women in New York City? 
Author Bio: Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation. - See more at: http://parasupernormalism.blogspot.ca...Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided to break out and share her imagination with the world.  She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her.  Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago.  She enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library.  She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.  LINKS:    Facebook, Goodreads, Amazon, Web/Blog, Twitter

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                        I may have had more lovers than you, and I may take my clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me bare.” 
Do you ever stop loving someone just because they’re gone? Five years ago Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington’s life without leaving so much as a post-it note behind. He was the one she gave her heart to, her soul to and her virginity to. So imagine her surprise when she finds him dancing at one of NYC’s hottest male reviews as Jack the Stripper. Ryan never stopped loving Alana, and now that she serendipitously dropped back into his life, he’s vowed never to lose her again. But being together has its costs, and challenges Alana isn’t sure she can handle. She finally has Ryan back; but how in the world is she supposed to share the love of her life with half of the women in New York City?- See more at: http://parasupernormalism.blogspot.ca...


   Title: Strip Me BareAuthor: Marissa Carmel
Title: Strip Me BareAuthor: Marissa Carmel