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September 19, 2015
Blog Tour – Complicate Me by M. Robinson
BLOG TOUR
Title: Complicate Me (The Good Ol’ Boys)
Author: Best Selling Author M. ROBINSON
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: September 14th
Cover Design: Rebecca Marie at The Final Wrap
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It was complicated, it was
also just the beginning.
A decision.
A simple choice.
There is always that one
moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where
you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road.
A different life.
It was easier to pretend that
we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy.
Pretending was better than
knowing the truth…
I. Ruined. Us.
I had her.
I lost her.
I love her.
All I did was complicate us.
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1Kh8vug
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i-Tunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/complicate-me/id1039714276?mt=11
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I didn’t know what to expect going in to read Complicate Me. I’ve enjoyed every other book from Mrs. Robinson so I went into this one with an open mind although I hate contemporary romance with a passion. With that being said the dynamic between Alex and Lucas kept you on your toes waiting with fear on where their lives will lead them. I can say I was angry with most of their family and friends for more than half of the book. I think they had a lot to do with some of the hurt and pain Alex and Lucas went through. The prologue was very, very good and sucked you in right off the bat. The rest was a bumpy ride and at times I wasn’t sure what the outcome would be. You found yourself saying, “how many ups and downs can one couple go through before it’s no longer worth it?”
We see Alex, Lucas, and the boys grow up from children to adults. We see them grow apart and find their way back to each other. You feel what they feel and you just want to take them all aside and tell them to live life for themselves and not to worry about what anyone else thinks or feels. I could easily see this book and this series playing on the big screen as part of a series starting from the beginning. Although it’s a very different genre from what we’re used to seeing from M, it’s still very much her signature style. Complicate Me did just that. It was messy, complicated, and at times painful to bear but in the end I believe they came out stronger and the bond they share held up through the test of time.
My brown eyed girl sat on our blankets with her arms wrapped around her knees, hiding her face. The tiny frame that I adored so much shook uncontrollably, only heightening the deepest sobbing that escalated with each passing second. It was such an intimate moment, not to be shared with anyone, especially me. Alex didn’t cry. I watched her bawl for the first time in my life. I had never seen anyone cry like that before, and it shook me to my core, slicing me whole, and making me feel like I was dying. Carving a memory that I would take to my grave.
There was no going back…
No erasing.
No do overs.
No deleting.
What I witnessed tonight would be my purgatory; I would now close my eyes and forever see her falling apart in front of me. Shattering before my very own eyes and I found it hard to breathe.
Hard to move.
My feet were glued to the goddamn floor as she continued to weep, sob, bawl, violently sucking in air that wasn’t available. I accepted it all; each tear that fell from her face becoming pieces of me. Circulating through my veins and blood, it flowed endlessly, a river of her sadness and sorrow and of my broken promises. No beginning or ending to her cries, just an infinite current, flooding the hole
where my heart should be. The shadow of her trembling petite body reflected off
the walls, leaving a trail of regrets in its wake.
Mine.
Hers.
Ours.
Growing up in a small town you overheard a lot of things. People talking, stories told, town gossip. You listened a lot. You learned a lot. Tourists, townies, friends, and especially family all shared wisdom and advice that you think you will never need.
Bunch of bullshit.
They say you have that one moment in life where things could have been different, that one moment that changes the course of your life or the direction you could have taken. That one moment that could forever change you and everything you wanted to be true,
everything you wanted to believe.
One simple decision could
alter your entire future.
My entire world.
I would forever remember this moment for the rest of my life. This is the moment that changed everything. This is the moment where I took another direction, another road that led me to my own demise. My own regrets. I should have walked in there. I should have apologized. I should have begged for her forgiveness. I should have promised that I would never hurt her again. I should have done whatever it took to make her look at me the way she had our entire lives.
But I didn’t…
I did none of those things…
Not one.
Nothing was said between us.
No words.
No actions.
I was a coward and couldn’t do it. I couldn’t see her like that. I couldn’t look into her eyes and know that I had hurt her. That I had disappointed her. That I ruined her love and lost her respect for me.
The boy who promised he would never hurt her.
The boy who swore he would always protect her.
The boy who vowed he would never let anything happen to her.
That same boy was me.
I was the reason she was bawling.
I was the reason she was hurt.
I was the reason she was broken.
She knew the truth. It had finally caught up to me… I shattered her illusion that I was hers. I ruined the one good thing I had in my life. The girl that owned my heart was bleeding out for me in a way that I had never seen before. The house was no longer our safe place.
I had brought my hurricane with me…
I couldn’t risk the possibility of losing her permanently if I walked in there and admitted my truths. She wouldn’t love me anymore, she wouldn’t look at me the same anymore, and she wouldn’t be mine anymore.
My brown eyed girl.
The girl that I had loved all of my life.
The same girl that I would
love for the rest of my life.
Alexandra.
I gave her the only comfort I could in her moment of despair. I turned around and left. I walked down the stairs and got into my truck. I turned the engine on and drove my sorry ass home. I took a shower and never once looked at myself in the mirror. I pretended that nothing changed. That I didn’t cause her pain, and that she didn’t know the truth. That I didn’t see her sobbing and that she wasn’t even bawling to begin with. That we were still just best friends, and that she was
my girl and I was her boy.
My Half-Pint and her Bo.
It was better than knowing…
I ruined us.
Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.
She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.
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September 15, 2015
Summer Blog Hop – The Dark Prince Les Fées: The French Fae Legend by Emma V Leech
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Platypire Reviews // Dayreader Reviews // I Feel the Need, the Need to Read
Fallen Over Book Reviews // The Moral of Our Stories // Little Red’s Book Reviews
BOOK TITLE * The Dark Prince Les Fées: The French Fae Legend
BOOK GENRE * Paranormal Romance
PAGE NUMBERS * 282
PUBLISHER * Emma V Leech
The man of your dreams is coming… or is it your nightmares he visits? Laen is Prince of the Dark fae, with a temper and reputation to match his black eyes, and a heart that despises the human race. When he is sent back through the forbidden gates between realms to retrieve an ancient fae artifact, he returns home with far more than he bargained for.
He heard her gasp and saw her fists clench with rage. Good, he wanted her to be angry. It was in anger that she would reveal her true nature.
“Where is the rest of it?”
He watched as Océane tore her eyes from her precious book to glare at him. “What do you mean? That’s all there is.”
“Liar!” he snarled, snatching up the board she had been working on at the museum. There was a half-finished painting of the dagger on it and a chapter heading: The Dark Prince is Lost.
“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, his voice low and menacing. He watched her face fall as she saw that he had taken the illustration she had been working on at the museum as well as the book.
“It’s just a story,” she said, looking up at him with those big eyes and holding her hands out helplessly. “I had no idea it was your story.” Her voice was pleading and to his disgust he found a part of him wanted to believe her. “I … I thought I was making it up, honestly.”
“What do you know of honesty?” He sneered. “Very well, and supposing I pretend to believe this … preposterous idea, tell me, what happens next?”
He watched the alarm on her face and knew she was hiding something, that she knew something. Before she had time to come up with a decent story, to tell the lies that dripped so easily off the tongues of humans, he acted. He grabbed her by the wrists and slammed her up against the wall. He was so close; he knew she would feel his breath on her face, and he wondered if it were possible for her to actually die of fear as her heart surely could not survive at the rate it was beating against his chest.
“I can see your mind turn, trying to come up with a lie,” he whispered against her ear. “Please do not bother. I will get to the truth, sooner or later, and believe me when I say you will not like my methods of reaching it.” He deliberately looked her over, his eyes lingering on the low neck line of her dress, knowing full well what he was implying and despising himself for it. And yet he couldn’t stop his gaze from raking over her. He looked back at the terror in her eyes and had to remind himself over and again of everything he was protecting. It was so much harder than he would have believed not to touch her with more gentleness than he was doing now. He wondered what it would be like for her to look at him with something other than fear and hatred.
Before he had time to question either his thoughts or his actions, there was a commotion outside the door of the library and raised voices. The door swung open and Laen cursed as the man who entered quickly took in the scene in front of him and the unguarded look in Laen’s eyes.
A delighted smile played over the curve of the intruder’s mouth. “Oh, my dear fellow, do forgive me the interruption. The guards told me you were interrogating a prisoner, but I see they were quite mistaken.”
Laen dropped Océane as though she had burned him, and quickly arranged his face into a more suitable expression. “The guards were perfectly correct, Corin,” he growled, glaring at Océane with hatred.
Corin scrutinised him, his interest piqued. “Well nonetheless, please do not forget your manners. Won’t you introduce me to your charming captive?” He turned to give Océane the benefit of a devastating smile.
Laen’s furious glare drifted from Océane and back to Corin, scowling harder as he saw the way his friend’s warm gaze lingered on her and the returning gleam in Océane’s eyes. He cursed with fury when he saw the realisation dawn on her face. She had finally found a powerful ally.
As a child I spent more time than I’m going to admit to wishing I was Samantha from Bewitched. Yet despite hours spent perfecting the nose twitch; sadly I have to say that – so far at least – no magical ability has been discovered. Now I have to say it’s looking unlikely, but remain hopeful. I was born in Kent in the UK and moved to France in 1998. I currently live, according to my husband, in LALA land but the rest of the time in the middle of nowhere in darkest Dordogne, as far from the real world as possible. I’m married with three daughters and a wild imagination. I like Tarot cards and anything creepy… except spiders. I worship at the altar of Florence + the Machine and am addicted to music, as long as it’s LOUD! I love chocolate, think The Wizard of Oz is the scariest film I’ve ever seen and still believe in faeries.
FACEBOOK *www.facebook.com/emmavleech
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September 14, 2015
Release Day Blitz + Review – Complicate Me by M. Robinson
Release Day Blitz
Complicate Me
Best Selling Author M. ROBINSON
Cover Design: Rebecca Marie at The Final Wrap
www.thefinalwrap.com or www.Facebook.com/thefinalwrap
It was complicated, it was
also just the beginning.
A decision.
A simple choice.
There is always that one
moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where
you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road.
A different life.
It was easier to pretend that
we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy.
Pretending was better than
knowing the truth…
I. Ruined. Us.
I had her.
I lost her.
I love her.
All I did was complicate us.
Buy Links
Amazon; http://amzn.to/1Kh8vug
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/576941
I didn’t know what to expect going in to read Complicate Me. I’ve enjoyed every other book from Mrs. Robinson so I went into this one with an open mind although I hate contemporary romance with a passion. With that being said the dynamic between Alex and Lucas kept you on your toes waiting with fear on where their lives will lead them. I can say I was angry with most of their family and friends for more than half of the book. I think they had a lot to do with some of the hurt and pain Alex and Lucas went through. The prologue was very, very good and sucked you in right off the bat. The rest was a bumpy ride and at times I wasn’t sure what the outcome would be. You found yourself saying, “how many ups and downs can one couple go through before it’s no longer worth it?”
We see Alex, Lucas, and the boys grow up from children to adults. We see them grow apart and find their way back to each other. You feel what they feel and you just want to take them all aside and tell them to live life for themselves and not to worry about what anyone else thinks or feels. I could easily see this book and this series playing on the big screen as part of a series starting from the beginning. Although it’s a very different genre from what we’re used to seeing from M, it’s still very much her signature style. Complicate Me did just that. It was messy, complicated, and at times painful to bear but in the end I believe they came out stronger and the bond they share held up through the test of time.
My brown eyed girl sat on our blankets with her arms wrapped around her knees, hiding her face. The tiny frame that I adored so much shook uncontrollably, only heightening the deepest sobbing that escalated with each passing second. It was such an intimate moment, not to be shared with anyone, especially me. Alex didn’t cry. I watched her bawl for the first time in my life. I had never seen anyone cry like that before, and it shook me to my core, slicing me whole, and making me feel like I
was dying. Carving a memory that I would take to my grave. There was no going back…
No erasing.
No do overs.
No deleting.
What I witnessed tonight would be my purgatory; I would now close my eyes and forever see her falling apart in front of me. Shattering before my very own eyes and I found it hard to breathe.
Hard to move.
My feet were glued to the goddamn floor as she continued to weep, sob, bawl, violently sucking in air that wasn’t available. I accepted it all; each tear that fell from her face becoming pieces of me. Circulating through my veins and blood, it flowed
endlessly, a river of her sadness and sorrow and of my broken promises. No
beginning or ending to her cries, just an infinite current, flooding the hole
where my heart should be. The shadow of her trembling petite body reflected off
the walls, leaving a trail of regrets in its wake.
Mine.
Hers.
Ours.
Growing up in a small town you overheard a lot of things. People talking, stories told, town gossip. You listened a lot. You learned a lot. Tourists, townies, friends, and especially family all shared wisdom and advice that you think you will never need.
Bunch of bullshit. They say you have that one moment in life where
things could have been different, that one moment that changes the course of
your life or the direction you could have taken. That one moment that could
forever change you and everything you wanted to be true, everything you wanted
to believe. One simple decision could alter your entire future.
My entire world.
I would forever remember this moment for the rest of my life. This is the moment that changed everything. This is the moment where I took another direction, another road that led me to my own demise. My own regrets. I should have walked in
there. I should have apologized. I should have begged for her forgiveness. I
should have promised that I would never hurt her again. I should have done
whatever it took to make her look at me the way she had our entire lives.
But I didn’t…
I did none of those things…
Not one.
Nothing was said between us.
No words.
No actions.
I was a coward and couldn’t do it. I couldn’t see her like that. I couldn’t look into her eyes and know that I had hurt her. That I had disappointed her. That I ruined her love and lost her respect for me. The boy who promised he would never hurt her.
The boy who swore he would always protect her.
The boy who vowed he would never let anything happen to her.
That same boy was me.
I was the reason she was bawling.
I was the reason she was hurt.
I was the reason she was broken.
She knew the truth. It had finally caught up to me… I shattered her illusion that I was hers. I ruined the one good thing I had in my life. The girl that owned my heart was bleeding out for me in a way that I had never seen before. The house was no longer our safe place.
I had brought my hurricane with me…
I couldn’t risk the possibility of losing her permanently if I walked in there and admitted my truths. She wouldn’t love me anymore, she wouldn’t look at me the same anymore, and she wouldn’t be mine anymore.
My brown eyed girl.
The girl that I had loved all of my life.
The same girl that I would
love for the rest of my life.
Alexandra.
I gave her the only comfort I could in her moment of despair. I turned around and left. I walked down the stairs and got into my truck. I turned the engine on and drove my sorry ass home. I took a shower and never once looked at myself in the mirror. I
pretended that nothing changed. That I didn’t cause her pain, and that she
didn’t know the truth. That I didn’t see her sobbing and that she wasn’t even
bawling to begin with. That we were still just best friends, and that she was
my girl and I was her boy.
My Half-Pint and her Bo.
It was better than knowing…
I ruined us.
Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst,
romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading
since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing
her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.
She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German
Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.
FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/authormrobinson
TWITTER: www.twitter.com/authormrobinson
INSTAGRAM: www.instagram.com/authormrobinson
AMAZON: http://www.amazon.com/M.Robinson/e/B00H4HJYDQ/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7233168.M_Robinson
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September 11, 2015
Free Promotion – The Willing Witness 3 days ONLY!!
Title: The Willing Witness: A Pride Wars Short Story (Pride Wars, #1)
Author: Shakuita Johnson
Genre: Paranormal
Release: June 30, 2015
Bonus: Charlie’s Bear by Ashley Renee Phillips
**First appeared in the anthology Untamed and Unleashed Paranormal Twists Anthology**
***No parts have been changed…if you purchased the anthology then you already have this story and don’t have to purchase it again unless you want to***
Aubrey Jacobs, child genius, and aspiring lawyer, came from a very wealth family in Boston, MA. She had the perfect life and she believed in justice at all costs. On the way to her dorm room after another all-nighter spent in the library, she witnesses the murder of a seemingly random college kid. With her thirst for justice she contacts the police and tells them everything she saw and heard. Unknowingly to her, she just happened to witnesses an underground rivalry not many know about. With her life now on the line, because of her upcoming testimony that could put away a criminal from a family the police have been watching for years but could never pin anything on, Aubrey has been whisked away to the middle of no where New Mexico under the Witness Protection Program.
Nicholas Jennings had always been faster, could see better, could hear better, and could smell better than anyone else he knew. Raised by a single Father after his Mother dropped him off at his doorstep over 21 years ago. Because of his superior skills he was able to be one of the youngest United States Marshals. His first assignment was Aubrey Jacobs. As soon as he laid eyes on her something wild and primal called to him. He wasn’t sure what it was and he didn’t like it. A Marshall wasn’t supposed to develop feelings for his witness.
When people show up unexpectedly looking for Aubrey, not only does she get the shock of her life by being introduced to a whole new world she never knew possible, but so does Nicholas.
Also includes Charlie’s Bear by Ashley Reneé Phillips which also appeared first in Untamed and Unleashed Paranormal Twists no parts have been changed.
Charlie’s life was never an easy road. Growing up, all she wanted was a normal life and a normal boyfriend but when her sister’s car breaks down on the mean streets of Laredo with no way home, her life changed forever. The handsome stranger who helped the sister’s in their time of need held secrets not even Charlie was sure she could handle. Does she accept Brendon for who and what he is, or does she run away and never look back?
Shakuita Johnson is a 30-year-old Psychology major. When she isn’t going to school or working, she is doing what she loves most. Writing. She started writing in middle school. She would write poetry in her room or the middle of the night. Then she was introduced to short stories in a creative writing course her senior year. Her love for paranormal and supernatural started with R.L. Stine Goosebumps books and TV shows, Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles, and Christopher Pike books. She is an avid reader with over 100 books on her bookshelf and 1000 plus on her iPad. She also loved to watch Charmed and Buffy the Vampire Slayer with her mom.
September 7, 2015
Summer Blog Hop – Conflicted (Secrets and Lies #1) by M.M. Koenig
Check out these other blogs participating in the Summer Blog Hop
Platypire Reviews // Dayreader Reviews // I Feel the Need, the Need to Read
Fallen Over Book Reviews // The Moral of Our Stories // Little Red’s Book Reviews
BOOK TITLE * Conflicted (Secrets and Lies #1)
BOOK GENRE * Romantic Suspense
PAGE NUMBERS * 384
PUBLISHER * M. M. Koenig Publishing, LLC
Mia Ryan was on the path to make all her dreams come true. Her life was everything she wanted it to be; until one fateful night changed everything – leaving her broken and without direction. Nearly a year later, she still has little faith in anyone or anything. Desperate to reclaim her life’s ambition, she takes an unexpected offer that promises to solve all her problems. But as Mia moves forward, she’s faced with obstacles she couldn’t have foreseen. The biggest of them lies within the mystery of Ethan Fitzgerald; a man who affects her like no other, but who she should avoid pursuing, at all costs.
On a mission himself, Ethan Fitzgerald didn’t care who he pissed off on his road to fulfill his mother’s dying wish. He relied on himself, and was closed off to the world around him – until Mia Ryan walked through his door. Normally one to avoid messy emotions, Ethan’s world is turned upside down by Mia, and he can’t seem to get enough of her.
There are lines you can cross that will change the course of your life forever …
“What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me now?” I snapped.
I attempted to remove his hand, but the effort behind it was marginal. Everything within me relished his hands all over me. My knees became weak with the heavy want coursing between my legs. My upper body constricted with my wayward needs. Ethan tightened his grip as he whirled me around so that my back was on his front. The music shifted to a slow, deliberate song that was fitting for my predicament. I cursed Usher underneath my breath for coming out with this song. Ethan had buried me into his body. It was impossible not to notice his hardness. He ran his hands down the front of my thighs until he hit bare skin.
“It’s hard to stalk someone when they’re in the club that you own,” he shot back.
“You own this place?” I stammered.
“I have a vested interest, so I come in on occasion. You can imagine my surprise when I discovered you were here,” he remarked.
My concentration was dwindling with every stroke he made upon my body. Ethan continued running his hands up and down my thighs, causing my heart to beat out of my chest. I bit my lip to keep from moaning from the pleasure when his fingers lingered towards the inside. My hands took on a mind of their own as they slid down his waist and thighs. His breaths trickled across my neck. It heightened the erotic dance south of me. I was in the danger zone with him. I fought to find my rational side to avoid undressing for him right then and there. My mind grasped at the few functioning brain cells to keep him talking. It was my last line of defense to keep him from kissing me.
“Why are you so upset?”
“I’m angry because you keep denying me when it’s clear you want me. To top it off, you come to my club and dance with countless men right in front of me,” Ethan growled.
He ran his nose down my neck before licking away a bead of sweat. I gasped. The hand that he had moved to my waist slipped underneath my top. He caressed my belly before running his fingers further down, making every ounce of me come to a dull ache. Against my will, my body moved in ways to encourage him to travel further south to take full advantage of me. Ethan’s hands settled along my waistline, lazily trailing his fingers along it. My mind screamed one last time that this was not an option for me. In a lastditch attempt, I paused his hands so he wouldn’t go any further. Ethan whipped me around to face him. The passion in his eyes was unmistakable.
“I’m trying to do the right thing,” I moaned.
His hands drifted underneath my shirt and up my sides on their way north this time. As he progressed along my rib cage to the lower line of my bra, he moved us off the dance floor. Ethan pushed me up against a pillar at the far end of it. He brought his body right into mine. He tossed in an occasional thrust of the hips as he pinned me, just to remind me how very well he knew my body. Ethan cupped my breast with tender strokes of his hand before pressing his lips on a spot underneath my ear lobe. It was enough to melt every part of me. I was throbbing all over for him.
“You want me. I want you. I don’t care what’s right or wrong,” Ethan hissed.
I tilted my neck as he trailed deep kisses down my collarbone and exposed shoulder. I wanted him so much that it was close to making me burst. I moaned even louder when his teeth grazed the crook of my shoulder. He sucked along my neck with eagerness, making no effort to hold back his want for me. I slanted my head to bring my lips vigorously down on his. My tongue drifted across the top of his mouth before his tongue met mine where they danced to the beat with the music around us. My hands moved down to his hips as he pumped against me. I slid them even further down to his ass. Ethan responded by grinding harder and grabbing one of my legs to raise it around his hip.
Our bodies melded together in an erotic dance as our mouths devoured each other. I lost myself in the music, in his lips, in his body, in his hands, and in the desires he brought out in me. His hands ran up and down my body while his lips and hips brought me to the point of no return.
M. M. Koenig was born and raised in Minnesota. She now lives in the Twin Cities area with her loving dog Marley. She is a graduate of the University of Minnesota with a Bachelors of Science in Sociology.
M. M. Koenig enjoys being active and has a variety of interests that coincide with her passion for life. Always one to try new things, she has acquired a variety of skills. Her sarcastic nature and multitude of experiences tend to find their way into her novels.
When she has free time and isn’t writing, she spends as much time as she can with friends and family. To fuel her soul, she is constantly looking for new music, movies, and books to keep the writer’s block at bay.
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September 5, 2015
Summer Blog Hop – Secrets Under The Big Top by C.S. Patra
Title: Secrets Under The Big Top
Author: C.S. Patra
Genre: Mystery/Thriller
Published: June 8, 2015
Pages: 156
Meet the girls of Portman’s Creamery as they take on some of their toughest cases. Join Irene, Chrissie, Pippa, Becca, Mary Beth, Stacey, and Winky in the first of their big cases.
When children start disappearing from all over the world, the only thing that ties them together is the Black Paradise Circus. However, the evidence is very little, everyone could be a suspect, and the police aren’t moving fast enough to solve the case. Irene decides to take the matter into her hands and work in secret on the case. She convinces the others to work undercover in hopes of finding out the truth. But will this help the girls out or hurt them in the end?
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September 4, 2015
Blog Tour – Unsettled by Alisa Mullen
BLOG TOUR
Title: Unsettled
Author: Alisa Mullen
Re-Release Date: August 20th
Blog Tour: August 31st-September 4th
Synopsis:
Lizzie O’Malley, a twenty three year old free spirited young
woman, is on the run to find her purpose in life. In the summer of 2000, she
returns home to Boston, Massachusetts to begin a life that she can be proud of.
On her first night out on the town with a friend, tragedy strikes and she finds
herself the cause of emotional wreckage. Instead of dealing, she concentrates
on the man she met that first night.
Teagan Gallagher, a twenty two year old college student from
Ireland, spends the summer of 2000 in Boston, Massachusetts, working towards
his degree and partying his way through the city. One night he finds a
beautiful American girl that he is desperate to spend the summer with.
Together, Teagan and Lizzie learn the ins and outs of an
unconventional relationship. It isn’t until their relationship is in so deep
that it becomes impossible for one or the other to run away.
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Alisa Mullen is the author of the Best Selling Saga, The Chosen
Series and the Best Selling psychological suspense novel, Plastic Confidence.
She is also the author of Following the Sun,77 Steps, One Missing Link,The
Business Trip, and many other short stories and novellas. She sometimes goes by
kaycee veil.
Growing up in Down East Maine, Mullen received a BA from Texas
A&M University and a MS from Our Lady of Lake University in San Antonio,
Texas. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys reading, making necklaces, and
spending time with her family.
Mullen lives in South Texas with her loving husband and their
two children.
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September 3, 2015
Cover Reveal – Complicate Me by M. Robinson
COVER REVEAL
Complicate Me
The Good Ol’ Boys
Best Selling Author M.Robinson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 14th
It was complicated, it was also just the beginning.
A decision.
A simple choice.
There is always that one moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road.
A different life.
It was easier to pretend that we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy.
Pretending was better than knowing the truth…
I. Ruined. Us.
I had her.
I lost her.
I love her.
All I did was complicate us.
I just couldn’t stay mad at him.
He made it absolutely impossible
for me not to laugh and he knew it, too. Which only made it worse. It was like
adding fuel to the fire, making it bigger and wider with each flare of
gasoline. When I saw that he didn’t turn down my street and kept riding in the
direction of our abandoned house, I smiled.
There was no helping that either.
The times that he chose to be
with me over the boys warmed my heart, especially when he preferred me to
surfing.
We parked our bikes behind the
house and ran up the stairs. Over the last few months we had turned it into our
own little paradise, bringing blankets and pillows to throw on the floor,
candles for when it got dark, and sometimes Lucas would even bring in wood from
outside to turn on the fireplace. We had magazines, board games, snacks and
water. Everything we needed was there.
I loved it.
He handed me a bottled water to
drink and then I passed it back to him so he could, too. I laid down on the
blankets and pillows and beheld the vaulted ceilings with a content sigh.
“Whatcha’ thinkin’ about over
there?” he questioned, sitting down facing me.
“How much I love this place.”
“Good.”
“I want to get married here.”
“What?” he chuckled.
“You heard me. I want to have my
engagement party here and I want to get married here. And then I want to buy
this house and raise a family here,” I firmly stated.
“Aren’t you a little young to
think about stuff like that?”
“No. I think about stuff like
that all the time.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmm hmm…”
“Who you marrying?”
I immediately held his amused
gaze. “What?” It was my turn to say.
“You heard me,” he replied,
throwing my own words back at me. “Who you marrying?”
“Oh…” I breathed out. “I don’t
know.”
He raised his eyebrow but didn’t
call me out on my lie. “Don’t you think that maybe you should experience things
first?”
“How do you know I haven’t?” I
provoked, wanting to wipe the smug look off his face.
“Because I know.”
“Whatever.” I looked away.
“You want to know how I know?”
I kept my stare on the tray
ceilings, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in my mouth, and hoping that it
would calm the fluttering feeling I had suddenly formed in my belly. I shrugged
because I couldn’t speak; it would giveaway how I felt.
“I know because I would remember
it, just like I remember our first experience. The same one that’s hanging
around your neck.”
My heart pounded with each word
that fell from his mouth.
“Do you want me to?”
“Do I want you to what?” I
replied, already knowing what he meant but needing to hear him say it.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” He
paused to let his words sink in. “Really kiss you?”
My mouth parted and my chest rose
and descended with each breath I took. I found myself nodding before I gave it
anymore thought, ignoring the voice in the back of my mind that screamed at me
that this was a bad idea. He bent forward and rested on his hands and knees,
his face, his lips, coming toward me and making me tightly shut my eyes.
Waiting.
A million thoughts went through
my head, but the moment I felt his lips on mine they were all gone in an
instant…
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moment.
Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left. She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.
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August 30, 2015
Book Review – Slither by Valarie Savage Kinney
Pic taken from AmazonTitle: Slither
Author: Valarie Savage Kinney
Release Date: July 2, 2015
Genre: Horror/Paranormal
We’re often told tales of the underworlds to feed the darkest corners of our nightmares. We tuck them away with the sunlight and laugh away the fear our minds created. But the daylight offers no relief for Zari. She’s hidden her waking nightmare as nothing more than a damaged past. The venom of her secrets consumes her, as well as those she cares for most. Emmett, the love of her life and the only one with a past dark enough to respect her space, becomes a pawn in the war against the demonic force which is her bloodright. Can Zari overpower those out to get her to feed on the innocent? Can she save Emmett from the evil of Slither?
I’ll start with what I did like about this story…I liked the fact that the paranormal aspect was something totally different from werewolves or vampires although they are my favorite to read about. The mythology that was presented about the origins of the snake creature were interesting but I would have liked more…especially since this was a standalone novel. The opening was interesting and drew my attention but as the story continued my attention wasn’t held firmly with the NEED to consume every word like it was law.
I will say the book was very well edited and I didn’t see one error. And although described as horror/paranormal I felt not an ounce of fear and I’m a horror fan. Nothing gets me going like a good scare. Maybe horror on paper doesn’t translate as well as horror on film.
I did get confused a bit…I thought their were two sisters when their was only one, a grandmother, and parents.
Zari and Emmett’s abuse seems to tie them together but you can also see the love they have.
What I didn’t enjoy was the every other woman introduced seemed to be in love or instant lust with Emmett and especially since one of those women were supposed to be Zari’s best friend. It added nothing to the story in my opinion.
Some introduction of characters seemed to have no real purpose…I say that only because once the event was over we didn’t hear anything else about them. I would have thought we would since she played a part in a certain scene, so I figured the MC would have at least tried to stay in touch with her. But the main problem was that I really didn’t care about the characters. Whether they lived or died.
The concept of this book was what drew me to want to read it however the execution from the idea to the end result didn’t hold my interest nearly as much as I would have liked. It’s a good story and if you find yourself wanting to read something different I say go for it. To give a bit of perspective it’s a good book to pick up for an in between book. I enjoyed it for what it was but it’s not a reread for me.
Would I read another book from this author? Yes, if I came across one that peeked my interest.
Would I pre order or auto buy? Not at the moment.
Great job Ms. Kinney I will casually be on the look out of what you may come up with next in the paranormal genre.
Like this blog post and leave a comment and I will randomly pick one person to send an ecopy of Slither to. I will pick the winner September 5th, 2015 @ noon.
August 29, 2015
Dual Cover Reveal – Suit and Slut (The Twin Duo) by Jettie Woodruff
Dual
Cover Reveal
Suit and Slut (The Twin Duo)
Best Selling Author Jettie Woodruff
SUIT Release Date: September 21st
SLUT Release Date: October 26th
SUIT Synopsis:
Once upon a time I was Gabby
Delgardo.
And then I wasn’t…
I was Gabriella Pierce.
Stepford wife.
Soccer mom.
Paxton’s trophy.
PTA parent.
Housekeeper.
Chef…
And the slut…
We were the model couple.
Picture perfect in the eyes of the beholder. A beauty created by our observers.
A flawless marriage with a lifetime agreement. One made to suit both our needs.
I signed my name on the
dotted line. My marriage certificate.
Lies. Regrets. Secrets from
the past.
I was Gabriella Pierce.
And then I wasn’t…
SLUT Synopsis:
Once upon a time I was Gabriella
Pierce
And then I wasn’t.
I was a liar.
A murderer.
A cheat.
And a slut. His slut.
Once upon a time I was a twin.
And then I wasn’t.
The Twin Duo
Suit /Slut
September 21st October 26th
“I’m not sure you want me
cooking for you, or anyone else. I feel like you kidnapped me and you’re trying
to give me this life that’s not really mine. I don’t feel like the type to be
controlled.”
Paxton placed a finger over both my lips and
shushed me with a quiet, “Shhh, hush now. I assure you with everything in me
that you are the type to be controlled. That’s why you suck my dick.
That’s why your legs fall apart whenever I come near you. You’re a slut. My slut. I own you.” His dry, sultry
words, touched my lips while his
fingsers slid down the middle of my neck. One
straight line. The dry swallow stuck in my chest when his hold over me wrapped
gently around my throat. His grip tightened and his lips met
mine. “Shhh, don’t talk, baby girl. Turn around and go take a shower like you were told”
My eyes cowardly dropped to
the floor and I submitted.
Bestselling Author
Jettie Woodruff
My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don’t know what genre I write in. People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel, because that’s what makes me happy. I don’t want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I tend to like my bad boy’s, taboo; touchy subjects that make you want to throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn’t make you happy anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides writing are friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has changed after forty, I like the new stuff. Happy Reading.
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