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Review Innocence Lost (Journey of Innocence #1) by Helen Johnston

"Innocence Lost" Author: Helen Johnston
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 314
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: January 17, 2013
Author's Website

Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
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Get sucked into the Journey that is Innocence Lost. Impossibilities, heartaches and wonder if love prevails all. Join us as we follow the story of Siobhan and Blake as they battle through the trials and tribulations of two very different worlds.

Blake is an Elder Vampire, over four hundred years old, dark, mysterious, bold, tall, and extremely gorgeous, as only a vampire such as he can be. Centuries of feeling incomplete knowing there’s a part of him that is missing, part he yearns to be complete. Never knowing he would find that in the oddest way. A meeting with a gypsy fortune teller has him intrigued when she foretold of when and where he could find his Queen.

But he was warned there would be many brutal, obstacles to be overcome before any kind of happy ever after could be accomplished, before his Queen and the missing link to his soul, the woman whom would complete him would be safe in his arms.

Siobhan, pronounced (Ser-bi-on) is a beautiful young woman, an innocent, on holiday with her friends when she unexpectedly meets a tall charismatic man who completely and utterly sweeps her off her feet, she is drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He's so sexually dominant, taking his time to initiate her, step by slow step, patiently and completely to the carnal pleasures, her body could feel. What only he could make her feel...

But unbeknown to either of them, a dark and evil presence from Blake’s past has been observing them, planning to shred their worlds apart, and sooner rather than later. Siobhan is cruelly ripped from his embrace and is thrust into a world beyond anything she has ever dreamt of or could ever have imagined existed.

Follow us as Blake has a battle with forces he’s not sure he can defeat, all to bring home the one and only woman he would ever have, love and desire with all that he is.

Welcome to Innocence Lost

My Review:
Innocence Lost is a highly erotic, mysterious and exciting paranormal read that many fans of the genre will enjoy. Especially those that are fans of dark and dominant vampires ;)
Siobhan meets the love of her life at the age of 19 only to have him leave her without so much as a word *POOF!*
Her love for him still continues to linger without even a slight dwindle. Siobhan knows it's a love that'll forever be there and only for him...

Twists, turns, shocks, surprises and a cliffhanger ending is only a small taste of what you'll experience from the first book of the Journey of Innocence series. Be warned, if you don't enjoy dark erotic scenes, MFM or FF action and if BDSM is not your thing. Then this book is not for you. On the other hand. If you enjoy it. This book should satisfy a readers erotic cravings and then some!

Overall Rating 3.5

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Guest post with Julie Lynn Hayes

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“Goodness, what big eyes you have!” Little Red Riding Hood exclaimed.“The better to see you with, my dear,” said her grandmother.Except we know it’s not really her grandmother, don’t we? It’s the Big Bad Wolf in disguise.Little Red Riding Hood was my first introduction to the wolf as more than an animal. This wolf walks and talks, he has very human emotions and he’ssneaky and crafty. Is he really a wolf, or is he more... perhaps the forerunner of the loup-garou? More commonly known as the werewolf, or wolf man?Outside of fairy tales, I think my first encounter with wolf men came with the Lon Chaney, Jr. film. His werewolf was a scary dude, and very hairy. Not to mention he was a total beast. And I mean that literally. As a werewolf, no remnant of Larry Talbot’s humanity was evident once he changed. He acted on pure animal instinct, and people were scared spitless at the sight of him. [image error] There have been a number of films in this genre, with pretty much the same horrifying scenario of the man forced to turn into a hideous beast at the tug of the full moon, usually the result of a curse of some sort. Or the bite of another werewolf. There was nothing romantic about these creatures.And then along came An American Werewolf in London, which took werewolves in a new direction, and revitalized the genre and breathed new life in it (with more than a touch of humor), leading to such films as Van Helsing and Underworld, among others.Meanwhile, in the world of fiction, the werewolf underwent a more startling transformation. Romance writers created tortured souls that were also incredibly sexy, and gave a whole new meaning to the word. The first sexy werewolf I can remember was actually on TV. Quentin Collins, in the old soap opera Dark Shadows, was sexy David Selby. He’s the first werewolf I remember thinking was hot. Okay, there was Oliver Reed too, in Curse of the Werewolf, but he was also scary lol.Werewolves are now a staple of paranormal romance writers, rivaling the vampire in popularity. At any given time, usually one of these creatures dominates the field as far as who’s the top of the polls. But werewolves have actually devolved into two camps – the werewolf and the shapeshifter – and these are not the same thing, not at all. [image error] What’s the difference, you ask? The werewolf is a slave to the pull of the Full Moon. Come rain or shine, hell or high water, no matter where he is or what he’s doing, when it’s time, he’s going to change, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it. But the shapeshifter controls his change, and he’s generally in command of his faculties when he does, so he has the advantage of the hapless werewolf.What brought about this sudden surge in shapeshifters? I think it was laziness, personally, because some writers didn’t want to deal with having their heroes wait until the Full Moon – they wanted guys that could change at a moment’s notice. And they didn’t want to be confined to once a month. Technically speaking, shapeshifters are not werewolves by their very nature. Doesn’t make them wrong, just different.  Not only that, but suddenly there are shapeshifting men for every species of animal you can imagine, and maybe a few you never expected to see in a book (or outside of one lol) I remember reading something about treeshifters! Not your every day variety of shapeshifter, you have to admit. Werewolf or shapeshifter – both are fun to read about and to write about. I think they’re here to stay. I know I enjoy writing about them.

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Blurb: Raoul Marchand is the crown prince of Charisma, the infamous night club in Crescent Bay, renowned for its supernatural clientele. He has the pick of any and all men, but he cares for none. He uses them and throws them away again, and has done so for some twenty years, in the aftermath of a tragedy that robbed him of what he loved most in the world.Alexx Jameson is an idealistic young would-be reporter with the Crescent Bay Chronicle. Presented with an opportunity to write a story on the Marchands, he eagerly grasps the chance to be a real reporter. His friend, Chronicle receptionist Miller Fenwick, suggests they go to Charisma to do a little research. Alexx isn’t sure that’s such a great idea. After all, he’s still under age, being only twenty. No problem, Miller can fix that! Added bonus, there’s a full moon tonight.When Alexx first encounters Raoul, it isn’t exactly in the way he dreamed of, and he’s sure he made a terrible first impression. But Fate throws them together under unforeseen circumstances, and the attraction between them can’t be denied. Can Raoul let go of the past long enough to find his future with Alexx, or is he doomed to repeat past mistakes?



Excerpt:Alexx drew in his breath in dismay. This wasn’t going well. Even so, he could not stop staring at Raoul. His eyes met the other man’s. Raoul’s were very golden; he wasn’t aware such colors even existed in the spectrum of the human eye. But then again, he didn’t have any friends that were werewolves either. He wondered if this was a sign that perhaps this man was about to change, right here and now? The thought was both exhilarating and frightening.Alexx’s vision telescoped until he wasn’t aware of anything but this gorgeous man in front of him. Blood pounded in his ears and his mouth felt suddenly dry. Having lost all sense of the others in the room, he was surprised when he felt his chair yanked out from under him. Before he could fall, a hand grabbed the scruff of his neck, propelling him to his feet. He glanced at his companion; Miller was being subjected to the same surly treatment.“You waste my time for this?” Raoul’s upper lip curled back in a snarl. Alexx found himself wildly attracted to him. “I have somewhere I need to be. Paolo, please show these gentlemen out.” Sarcastic much? He turned and reached for the door, but it opened before he touched it. A shaggy blond with hazel eyes and a cheerful countenance stuck his head inside. “Hey Paolo—” He interrupted himself at the sight of the occupants of the room. Alexx heard Miller’s sigh of relief, even as he too recognized the newcomer. He’d seen him around the Chronicle often enough, although he’d never really spoken to him. Foster Levine, son of the Chronicle’s owner—heir apparent and future newspaper magnate.Alexx’s relief quickly changed to anxiety. What if Foster knew how old he really was? He couldn’t be sure one way or the other, but for the sake of argument, he had to assume he did. Would he out him to Raoul Marchand and his burly minion? Had they simply jumped from the frying pan to be scorched by the fire?Author Bio:Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her published works can be found at Amber Quill Press, Dreamspinner Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books. She is also an editor at MuseitUp.  
Buy link: http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/WhenWillISeeYouAgain.html

Author links:Blog  http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.comTwitter @Shelley_runyonFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/julie.l.haye... http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3442231.Julie_Lynn_HayesEmail: tothewolf.max@gmail.com

Passion After Dark by J.A. Melville Blog Tour

Title : Passion After Dark Author : J.A Melville Genre : Erotica/Paranormal Romance. Publication Date : November 30, 2013 Tour Host : Dreams Come True Promotions




WARNING: THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITED FOR ANYONE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE. IT CONTAINS FREQUENT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT.


When Dominick Cavallo first saw Allegra Anderson, he knew instantly that she was the one for him. Unfortunately Allegra Anderson, best selling author of erotica and self confessed clutz, didn't know he even existed. That is about to change.

The night Allegra's house mate Cassie insists she come out clubbing with her is the night that fate intervenes.

From the moment Allegra sees Dominick, she's spellbound by his stunning good looks. His black hair, mesmerising blue eyes and the way he speaks to her has her captivated by him.

The night they meet Dominick disappears and Allegra thinks she will never see him again, but a week later he appears to her when she least expects it and she learns something about him that could change the way she feels about him forever. He is not human, he is vampire.

Dominick is different to the other vampires. He has no desire to live their lifestyle but they are a part of his life and they are not the kind that Allegra wishes to associate with but with the stunningly handsome, but terrifying Fabian as Dominick's sire and him also wanting Allegra for himself, can their relationship survive?

Will they end up driving them apart? Will Allegra be able to come to terms with what Dominick is and when something unexpected happens, that will change who she is forever, can their love survive?

With Allegra's discovery of her newly acquired 'abilities', will she survive those who are threatened by what she has become?

Dominick simply wants the woman he loves by his side for eternity but they have so much against them and with his sire determined to claim Allegra for himself, will it be enough to destroy their relationship?

This is book one of the Passion Series.

Book 2, Fabian's story is coming soon



From my teenage years, all I wanted to do was become a writer one day. Even now as an adult woman with a partner and three children who are not so little anymore, I've always lived with my head in the clouds, a dreamer, often amusing myself with my own imagination.

It might have taken me awhile to finally live my dream, but I did it, my first effort to try and join the many talented writers out there who have kept me entertained with their wonderful stories over the years.

I live in a sleepy country town in Tasmania, Australia with my partner and three children plus our 6 cats, dog, sheep and cattle.

I've had to overcome many emotional obstacles along the way to get to this point and attempting to self publish a book does tend to make a person feel like they've thrown themselves in at the deep end of the pool some what, but here's hoping some of you actually like what I write and save me from drowning in the deep end of the pool as I probably forgot to mention, I can't swim.





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Covets have all the sexiness, emotion, and happily ever after that readers have come to expect and love from Entangled. They are firmly grounded in the contemporary world, but each novel brings in supernatural twists, breaking the contemporary and paranormal rules, alike. To find out more about their titles, chat with authors, participate in special events, and to find out what books you’ll be coveting next, visit the Entangled website, follow them on Twitter, LIKE their Facebook page, and join the Book Club.

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Today I'm happy to be featuring Covet's January releases:

Love at Stake by Victoria Davies

Abbey is the lone human working for Fated Match, a company that pairs members of the supernatural community with their eternal mates.

To snag a young vampire socialite as their next client, Abbey journeys to the home of Lucian Redgrave, the oldest vampire on the East Coast. But he's not willing to allow his vampire daughter to use the agency... unless Abbey can first find his perfect match in a month.

As Abbey coaches Lucian through his dates, she can’t deny the chemistry between them. But humans are toys for vampires, and risking her heart isn't a part of the plan.

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Haunt Me by Heather Long
Recently divorced author MacKenzie Dillon has lost her writing mojo. When she inherits her great aunt’s haunted house in Virginia, she is determined to make a new start. The creepy old house provides inspiration but at what cost?

Successful architect and paranormal skeptic Justin Kent returns to Penny Hollow to fulfill his father’s dying wish of revitalizing their small town. To do that, he needs the allegedly haunted estate at Summerfield. Mac, the new owner, may be gorgeous and spunky, but she refuses to sell.

These two have a dangerous history that spans the ages, but will they discover the truth in time to save their lives?

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One Ride Tour/Review

Title: One Ride (The Hellions Ride)Author: Chelsea CamaronGenre: EroticaPublication Date: December 19, 2013Tour Host: Dreams Come True Promotions

Delilah “Doll” Reklinger never imagined her life with anyone that wasn’t a Hellion. She never imagined a Hellion would come along and prove himself worthy enough to her father, Roundman, Hellions Club President. Content in living in the bubble of safety the motorcycle club family has always provided, Doll never thought that danger surrounded her.

Roundman has kept the Hellions contained for the last thirty years by controlling the chaos surrounding their lifestyle. When the dangerous side to their business comes knocking on his door, he realizes his precious Doll isn’t safe. The Hellions code may be that women and children are off limits in any altercation or dispute, but that doesn’t mean their enemies follow that same moral compass.

His only child, now in danger from the association to him and his club, Roundman makes a decision. He sends her away to a charter club, in hopes that the trouble won’t follow.

One ride across the country. One simple ride. Talon “Tripp” Crews has been ordered to take Doll on one ride away and to keep her safe. She’s off limits, his head knows this, but his body can’t deny the sparks between them. She’s feisty, fierce, and fearless. Constantly in close confines together, can they deny the chemistry? Will they give into the attraction between them? Can one ride turn lust into love?

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A good start to a new series that definitely leaves the reader wanting more of this MC's world! A good read for any fans of the genre.

Doll is the daughter of the president of a MC (motorcycle club). Because of that her dating options have been limited, VERY LIMITED. Sadly limited in a way that she must steer clear of what she REALLY wants. The MC is all she knows and her dad (being the great father he is) wants more for her than what the life of a club member has. But what about what she wants? Will that ever matter?

Tripp knows one life and only one. That and the life of a MC member is the MC always comes first. He knows the way and the rules. He's lived them most of his life. But for the first time in his life, he wants more, much more and it has everything to do with a certain Doll...

My only complaint with this story is the dialogue was a bit repetitive. Otherwise it's a great read for those that enjoy SOA and anything to do with MC's. I look forward to read more from this author in the near future :)

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Tripp

Kissing Doll was a mistake. Shaking off the thoughts of her body molding to mine, I focus. Knowing the fuckers are following us, I’ve got to keep my shit straight. The downfall to being followed while you’re on a bike, it’s hard to watch the bastards following you without making it obvious. Bike mirrors are small and full of blind spots anything more than a car length away. It’s a game of where the hell’s Waldo. I never have liked games.

Peek-a- mother- fuckin’- boo. I see you Cadillac SVT. Same bastards from before, they have no idea who they’re fucking with. Extending my left arm out straight, palm flat to the ground, I make a slight up and down motion to let Rex know to slow down and back off a little. Turning my hand, I single three fingers then four. Throwing my arm up, bending at the elbow to a ninety degree angle while balling my fist, then with my index finger only extending I make a circle motion. Rex knows in three quarters of a mile, I’ll make a hard right exit, no signal. He’s to keep going, let the caddy follow me, while he gets Sass to send the text to the boys to circle around, and back my ass up.

Pulling off, sure enough, the car follows. Hopefully, they took the bait thinking we were riding the two of us and only sent one car to tail. My boys have been following a half hour or so behind us the entire ride making sure to stay out of sight. If there are too many of them, we’re fucked. I’ll do anything before they get Doll though.

We’re on a two lane road that makes a loop. I feel the vibration of my phone cueing me that Rex and crew are heading to the gas station. Officially in BFE (Bum Fuck, Egypt) I pull into the seedy gas station. As soon as Doll realizes Rex doesn’t follow the turn off, she holds on tighter. I drop my left hand to squeeze her thigh reassuringly. Hang tight until the cavalry arrives. None of these fuckers are gonna get to her to use as a pawn in some sick game. Not one hair on that pretty little head will be touched as long as I’m fucking breathing.

Pulling in, Doll climbs off. Before I climb off, I grab her hand and swing her to me, snaking my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her in for a kiss. Raw, rough, and real passion flow freely between us as the kiss becomes a tangle of tongues, lips, and teeth. When I pull away, her eyes are glassed over in desire.

“Stay close, and follow my lead, Doll.” I whisper to her before kissing her forehead and releasing her.

Climbing off the bike, I remove my helmet. Storing both our helmets on the bike, I make a point not to touch any of the saddlebags. Knowing we’re being watched, I need to make this believable. They may or may not know the real purposes behind this trip. If Delatorre hasn’t been taken down yet, they will want Doll to keep him breathing. If Delatorre has been handled, this could be retaliation. Either way Doll is their target. Time to keep up appearances I smile at Doll to ease her fears.

Walking up behind Doll, I wrap my arms loosely around her waist. Turning her, I keep my body between her and the car. Dropping my head, I lightly bite at the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder meet. She softens beneath me. Running my nose up her neck as I inhale her scent, reaching her ear, I whisper to her.

“Stay close, do exactly as I say, we’ve been followed.” She nods her head in agreement. “At the bathroom door, I’m going to kiss you. When I do, my body will be blocking their vision. You need to reach in the waist band of my jeans and grab the pistol and tuck it into your jeans. Then you go in the bathroom and lock yourself inside a stall. You don’t come out until Sass arrives to get you. If anyone comes inside that isn’t me, Rex, or Sass, you shoot them. Hellions cut or not, shoot first ask questions later. My boys are coming for backup but they won’t come in here to get you, only me, Sass, or Rex. Got it?” I say, needing her to understand that these men could kill us and get a Hellions cut so she can only answer for people she can recognize.

Once again she nods. I feel her shudder beneath me. I begin pushing us forward, walking behind her, still wrapped around her. The embrace is close like lovers. Under other circumstances it would be intimate, but in this moment, it’s about her safety.

At the bathroom door, I lean down and kiss her wrapping my hands around her head. Adrenaline mixes with an unknown emotion as I sweep my tongue inside her mouth. I don’t want to ever stop kissing her, but right now I’ve got to get rid of our problem. I feel the gun being pulled away as she tucks it against her own waist. When she starts to pull away, I pull her head back to me. I kiss her with everything I have in me. If I die right now, I die a happy mother fucker to have shared my last kiss with this woman. Finally, I pull away.

“Be safe, Doll. Remember, no one, but me, Sass, or Rex.” I kiss her forehead as I release her. Pausing for a moment as I watch her disappear in the restroom, I can hear her lock the bathroom door.

Turning around, I’m greeted by none other than the same fucker from the truck stop.

“Don Juan Mother Fuckin’ Pablo. What can I do for you Chico?”



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Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming.

Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her own advice.

Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which just so happened to inspired her ‘Daddy’s Girls’ series. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in the works.

When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in.

She hates being serious and is still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life and, Chelsea hopes that her readers remember not to take life too seriously and to embrace your inner five year old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the simple things in life and how to always have fun.




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Promo Spotlight Jewel of the East by Victoria Vane

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JEWEL OF THE EAST by Victoria Vane (The Devil DeVere #5)
Having once lived his life only for larks, laughter, and ladies of easy virtue, Captain Simon Singleton has returned from the war with the colonies a shambles of a man. Now free from six years of captivity, he’s still fettered by irrational fears that confine him to a life of seclusion.   
Once the crowning jewel of the most lavish brothel in London, the exotic Salime finds her reputation and livelihood destroyed by a bitter rival. With a closely guarded secret stripped away, Salime fears no man will ever desire her again. Seeking aid from one who once saved her life, Salime accepts a proposition to repay her debt by becoming a companion to his war-scarred friend. Circumstance brings these two damaged souls together; but fate ignites a love story worthy of the Arabian Nights.
*While this book is most definitely part of my DeVere series, I have written it to easily read as a standalone for those who have not read the other books.*


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Victoria Vane is an award-winning author of smart and sexy romance. Her collective works of fiction range from historical to contemporary settings and include everything from wild comedic romps to emotionally compelling erotic romance. Her biggest writing influences are Georgette Heyer, Robin Schone, and Sylvia Day. Victoria is the founder of Goodreads Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers and the Romantic Historical Lovers book review blog. Look for her sexy new contemporary cowboy series coming from Sourcebooks in 2014.
Author Website: http://www.victoriavane.comDeVere Fan Site: http://thedevildevere.comAuthor Blog: http://victoriavane.wordpress.comFacebook: Author Victoria VaneTwitter: @authorvictoriav
MORE FROM VICTORIA:THE DEVIL DEVERE SERIES AWARDS AND ACCOLADES**Library Journal Best E-Book Romance 2012**LR Café Best Series nominee 2012
A Wild Night's Bride (book#1) Night Owl Reviews Top PickInd'Tale Magazine Rone nomineeIRC Reader Choice Best Historical Nominee
The Virgin Huntress, (book#2) Night Owl Reviews Top PickInd'Tale Magazine Rone nominee
The Devil You Know (book#3) The Romance reviews Best Erotic Historical Romance 2012 nomineeNight Owl Reviews Top PickThe Romance Reviews Top PickLR Café Best Historical Romance nominee 2012Two Lips Reviewer's Choice Winner 2013Ind'Tale Magazine Rone nominee
The Devil's Match, (book#4) August 2012 Night Owl Reviews Top PickThe Romance Reviews Top PickLASR Reviews Book of the Month December 2012Swept Away by Romance Best Historical Romance of 2012Two Lips Reviews Recommended ReadInd'Tale Magazine Rone nominee

Cover Reveal of Artist's Touch by Kerry Adrienne

Title: Artist’s Touch Author: Kerry AdrienneSeries: The Guild Genre: M/M Contemporary Erotic Romance Publisher: Ellora’s CaveRelease Date: Coming this Spring!!!!Blurb/Synopsis:  (Character Blurbs)Every celebrity on the planet dreams of having their portrait done by Kenon Alavi, master painter and confirmed bachelor. Many a starlet has tried to get into his bed, but Kenon secretly prefers firm to soft, and sates his desires with the boyfriends and lovers of the women he paints, enjoying the diversity of many lovers, but no love or attachments. Relationships always get messy, then someone gets screwed. In a bad way.Wallace Harte bartends at a small bar in the city. Three years after graduating summa cum laude from Columbia University with intentions of writing the great American novel, he has no motivation, no direction. His English degree isn’t helping him land a job, and working at a bar is the closest he’s gotten to being the second coming of Faulkner.  
Repped by the fabulous Marisa Corvisiero with the Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Kerry loves history and spends large amounts of time wondering about people who lived and walked on Earth in the past. She’s a mom to three daughters, six cats, and various small animals. Her husband says she’s a marketer’s dream, as she often believes everything she hears—at least initially. Her shoe horde will attest to her fine shopping skills.In addition to writing, she’s a college instructor, costumer, MFA candidate at Seton Hill University, Senior Editor for Decadent Publishing, and freelance editor.Her new love is her Mini Cooper Convertible, Sheldon, and they have already gone on many adventures.
Visit her much-neglected costuming blog here: http://cloakandcostume.blogspot.com/
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Spurs & Stilettos by Ashley Johnson Blog Tour

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  Hope Trahan has everything she wants and everyone she needs…except her sister and someone who really is deserving of her. Who knew two separate events would turn everything completely upside down? When her best friend drags her down to the rodeo to help clear her head the last thing she expects is to meet a sexy, sweet talking cowboy. That’s not what she came for but fate had other things in mind.Wesley Tyler owns two national titles and is riding his way to the next. The day he meets Hope, he knows there’s no going back. He soon learns Hope carries ghosts with her she can’t quite shake. She holds things she wishes she could let go of. Wesley just may hold the key to helping her overcome it all. Can he win her over and help mend her broken walls or will her past hold her down?

    Amazon / Amazon CA / Amazon UK I’m a bundle of nerves as I step out into the night air. It’s hard to not see him. He’s leaning against his truck. His back is to me and I almost don’t think he knows I am coming until he turns around to face me. My heart drops in my chest as I look into his eyes. We say nothing for a minute. We’re taking this time to rememorize each other, this time without the loud music and bright lights of the club. His hand reaches up and brushes against my cheek. I shudder trying to control myself. I missed his touch so much. I close my eyes praying this isn’t some dream but I open them and he’s here with his hand still on my cheek. “I miss you Hope.” He whispers. I won’t cry. I’m telling myself that. I’ll kick my own ass if I cry. I won’t be weak. “I miss you too,” I whisper almost inaudibly. We go back to not speaking. I can’t believe I’m standing outside in front of him. In front of the man who completely melts my heart. “Can you forgive me?” He leans in closing his mouth over mine and takes charge blowing my mind. I kiss him fiercely. “I can’t think of you being anyone else’s but mine Hope.” He says between kisses.
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"Spurs and Stilettos"
Author: Ashley Johnson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 451
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: December 8, 2013




My Review:
Spurs and Stilettos is a sweet touching story that any contemporary romance fans out there that would like to meet an incredibly sweet and hot cowboy, will thoroughly enjoy!

Ever since Hope's sister's passing she's not been the same which is to be expected of anyone when they've lost a loved one. But Hope now has new fears and outlooks of certain situations. Some which are holding her back. Preventing her from moving forward...
Will getting rid of some old and letting in some new change Hope's life as she knows it?

I LOVE Amber's character (Hope's BFF) and how she was always a constant in Hope's life, no matter what the circumstances. I found Hope a bit weak, but a like-able character by the end. Wesley is an all around great guy that's still getting his priorities straight when it comes to his riding and life in general.
All in all it's a good story :)


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After the unexpected death of her Dad and the haunting manner in which he died Riley Shaw built invisible walls around her heart. Barriers she created to protect her from splintering into broken pieces that couldn’t be repaired. She was unable to move forward from her past letting the guilt of her parent’s mistakes dictate her own choices. Dean Warren was safe. Being with him was innocent and peaceful because she didn’t truly love him. His words held her captive in a false sense of security. His eyes were deceptive and his promises of never pushing her beyond what she was willing to give were broken leaving Riley Shaw in a state of regret and doubt. Joshua Parker had the power to take what was left of Riley’s splintered pieces and ruin her completely or make her whole again. He was her best friend, her next-door neighbor - everything she wanted and settled on never having. Loving him was as easy as breathing air. The fear of losing him forever was more real to her than the feelings she couldn’t escape. When faced with the very thing she feared the most and in the arms she thought were safe Riley finds herself questioning every decision she has made over the past two years. When she finally escapes the doubt in her head and accepts the truth in her heart is it too late? Is taking a chance with your heart worth the escape or was it better to have never loved at all? Can forgiveness really set you free? *Warning: This is a mature young adult novel. Recommended for readers 17+ due to underage drinking, sexual content and adult language. *This is book one in a series however can be read as a standalone.••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/ks3bt6jAmazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/nysqqftAmazon CA: http://tinyurl.com/on55pp9Barnes & Noble: http://tinyurl.com/njvdpzj ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• At school Dean approached me sitting on the bench.“You look so sad, Riley.” He said.I shrugged, “well, I am.” I replied truthfully.He sighed. Probably thinking vainly that it was all about him, his ego getting a boostfrom my evident pain.“We have been friends for a long time, Riley. Even before we became more. Wewere friends. Ya know? I miss you.” He told me as he sat down and grabbed my hand.I inwardly cringed and recoiled away from him. However, outwardly—I did nothing.“I know,” I said.I didn’t miss him. I didn’t need him. In fact, I resented him. So why was it that Irested my head on his shoulder? I’m asking myself that same thing as I stand in myshower. Replaying that thought and the image I saw on Josh’s face when he walked by—looking at us—as though something was there between us. There wasn’t.I miss you, Josh.I decide after my shower to toil without respite. I wrap myself in a towel and walkacross the hall to my bedroom. I have my head cast down, flipping through the playlist onmy iPod settling on, Wish you were here by Incubus. I kick the door closed with my footand walk into my closet.“We need to talk,” a voice says from my bed. I jump, dropping my iPod on the floorand nearly losing my towel as well. I step out of my closet, stand in the middle of myroom, and narrow my eyes at my best friend. Ex-best friend? Preslee’s baby daddy? Ugh!“Damn it, Josh. You scared the crap out of me. What are you doing here?” He dragshis eyes lazily up and down my body before narrowing them on my face.“I just told you. We need to talk. You won’t answer your fucking phone, or returnmy calls, or talk to me at school. So, here I am,” he says dryly.“Um, if you haven’t noticed I’m kind of naked here. I uh, can you like shut your eyesso I can put my clothes on? Then we can talk?” I ask him feigning exasperated, whenactually I’m feeling flushed and nervous as hell. I’ve missed him, his nearness, his voice,and those eyes.The way he is looking at me. It’s so intense; I can’t help but feel affected.He stands, and walks towards me. For every step he takes, I take one away, until myback is pressed to my shut bedroom door. He is standing so close to me, I can feel hisbreath whisper along my cheek. He puts his hands on opposite sides of my head of thedoor, caging me in. He is looking down at me with such heat in his eyes that I don’t knowwhat to make of any of this.“I noticed,” is all he says on a growl.He trails his fingers along my cheek, down my throat, to my collarbone, where hepauses, and looks up into my shocked eyes.“Your pulse is racing, Riley. Am I making you uncomfortable?” He asks, in a voicethat is almost foreign.I shake my head back and forth, “no, yes, no. I’m confused.” I sigh, and look down.He tilts my chin up with his index finger. I keep my eyes cast downward, not wanting tolook into his eyes. If I look into those hazel eyes, I am afraid of what I will see. Of what itwill do to me.“I see that, Riley. Look at me.” His voice is soft, but demanding. I don’t want to lookat him, but I can’t get my body to listen to my brain. I feel possessed. I meet his eyes justas a tear rolls down my cheek, and then another and another. Damn it. I am so weak. Ican’t do this.He watches my tears fall, and drags the pad of his thumb under my eyes to wipethem away. I can’t stop them from falling.He seems just as lost as me in this moment, looking back and forth at each of myeyes. Studying me. Breaking me. “I’m sorry, baby.” He rests his forehead on mine, hisdirty blonde hair tickling my eyes.I begin to shake uncontrollably. “I… I… I can’t do this, Josh. You need to leave,please. Please, leave me alone.” I stutter as I tremble.“I can’t. I can’t leave you alone.” His eyes flick to my mouth, and very slowly heplaces his left hand on the door and raises his right hand to my face. He slowly pads histhumb along my bottom lip that is quivering now.I can’t help but shut my eyes and let my head fall back to the door. I feel dizzy. Mybreaths are coming shallowly, and my heartbeat feels like a marching band has taken upresidence inside my chest. Thumping so loudly, that I know he has to hear it. I’m losingcontrol. I want him to stop, to never stop. What is wrong with me?He lowers his head to my shoulder, his breath so hot on my neck. “Riley?” He moveshis hand away from my lips and is now tickling his fingers up and down my arm, leavinga tingling sensation and goose bumps in there path.“Hmm?” I didn’t know what to say anymore.He slowly lifts his head, dragging his nose along my cheek until our lips are almosttouching. His mouth is only a breath apart from my own. I see a million emotions shadowhis eyes as he looks down at my face. His breath is minty and tantalizing me. He presseshis chest into my own, causing me to gasp. I look into his eyes, locking into a silentdebate of will. He wraps his hand around the nape of my neck, his other hand cups mycheek, and I am certain he is about to kiss me. I don’t have the strength, or desire to stophim.If I lean in, we would kiss. One last taste would put me in my coffin. Be my poison.I’m addicted to his poison, though. I want it on my tongue, inside my mouth. Kiss me.He doesn’t kiss me, though. He steps back, and stares at me for the longest time.“I’m sorry. I can’t think straight with you like that. I’ll shut my eyes so you can putclothes on, and then we need to talk.” He says, gesturing to my towel wrapped body, andturns his back to me. It’s not up for question. We are going to talk.I dress quickly in white shorts and a teal camisole. My mind is reeling of airing all ofthis with him. What was he going to say? How would I respond in hearing it? Whatshould I say?I walk over to my bed where he is sitting with his elbows rested on his knees, hishead in the palms of his hands. I place my hand on his shoulder, and he looks up at mewith wary eyes. I place my body in between his legs looking down at him.His eyes are indecisive and full of worry. I rub my index finger along his brow lineto smooth it. “Do you remember when things used to be so easy between us? When weused to laugh together? When you would climb through that window just to annoy me?” Iask looking at the glass that holds so many good memories.Tears are brimming his eyes, “I remember every fucking minute ever spent with you,Riley.”He interlaces our fingers, watching mesmerized as he does. I look at our intertwinedhands and back to his face. I bite my lip nervously. His eyes look to my lips and thenback to my eyes.“Are you getting back together with Dean?” He asks abruptly.My mouth falls open in shock. What’s he smoking? For real? Seriously! Like, Iwould ever do that. Doesn’t he realize any of this?••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Facebook / Goodreads / Blog / Twitter / Amazon / InstagramAndrea Michelle was born and raised in Louisiana. She spent years in Tennessee and in Texas and made it full circle back to the boot she loves so much and is currently living in Baton Rouge. She is a mother to three beautiful daughters and married her best friend at the young age of nineteen. She is a new self published author with a debut novel in the mature young adult contemporary romance category. She is a dreamer, a true Gemini at heart and has a fascination with love stories. She finds inspirations in all things (friends beware) and loves poetry and music. Her writing journey began as a young teen where she used to escape into a world of fiction and poetry just to cope with emotions she didn't understand. She wasn't an avid reader until her adult years and then her addiction to the one clicker became an obsession that cannot be tamed. She is not genre specific as a reader and she will not be genre specific as a writer. "I am not writing to tap into a niche but writing whatever my heart feels is the story to tell. Each WIP I create will have it's own voice. Some may thrive and some may not." When Andrea isn't writing you will find her reading, listening to music or spending time with her precious family. She is excited yet nervous to share her passion with you but looks forward to the journey ahead. She loves to hear from her readers and is eager to make new friends. Links below so you can friend, like, follow and support her. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• a Rafflecopter giveaway
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