Review Tour : Starlight Bridge (Harmony Harbor #2) by Debbie Mason

A second chance for
romance…
STARLIGHT BRIDGE
Harmony Harbor #2
Debbie Mason
Releasing Feb 28, 2017
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A second chance for romance…

Hidden in Graystone Manor is a book containing all the dark secrets of Harmony Harbor, and Ava DiRossi is determined to find it. No one-especially not her ex-husband, Griffin Gallagher-can ever discover what really tore her life apart all those years ago. With Griffin back in town, it’s more important than ever that she find the book before someone else does. Because her ex is still angry with her for leaving him. And he still has no idea Ava never stopped loving him…

Ava is no longer the vibrant, happy woman Griffin had once loved and married, and he would do anything to bring back the sparkle to her brilliant green eyes. But what’s never changed are the sexy sparks of attraction between Ava and Griffin, and he won’t give her up again without a fight. He knows there’s the real possibility of a future together… if the truth doesn’t burn the bridge between them forever.

 
 
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Rating : 4 out of 5 Stars

 

“Starlight Bridge” is a charming and heartfelt story set in a picturesque manor, modelled after a medieval castle, Greystone Manor. This book was a very entertaining read with a few unexpected twists I hadn’t seen coming. I love a book with a whimsical touch!

Although the manor has been family owned for generations, Greystone Manor is in danger, the Gallaghers must decide if they can afford to keep it. This enchanting building has a spirit of its own, though, well decided to ensure its perennity!

Griffin Gallagher and Ava DiRossi were soulmates, but their marriage ended in divorce after Ava suddenly decided to cut Griffin out of her life with no real explanation. For years, Griffin has put his memories of their love away, keeping his distances from Ava. As a retired Navy Seal, he must find a new life purpose and is back for good in Harmony Harbor. Ava never really moved on and has loved her ex-husband from afar, fully expecting him to hate her for what she did to him.

Their reunion is bittersweet. Their chemistry was palpable, but their relationship is complicated. For years, Ava has carried the burden of a heartbreaking secret and she seems stuck in the past, Griffin has been deeply hurt and is used to shut off his emotions. I loved how their relationship progressed as the story unfolded, it was perfectly paced and felt realistic. These two endearing characters definitely deserved a second chance and a new start.

This uplifting and heartfelt family story pulled me in from the first page and I finished reading it with a big smile on my face! I loved the matchmaking “spirit” of the manor and the unexpected twists in the story. It is obvious that Debbie Mason writes from the heart, her writing is touching and emotion-inducing, her storytelling is creative, enchanting and inspired. I’m so happy to have found a new author to follow! Starlight Bridge is the second book in the “Harmony Harbor” series but can be read as a standalone.

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I received an advanced copy of this book from the publisher, via NetGalley.

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“How did you get in here?”

Ava’s gaze jerked to the shower curtain, her heart beating double time. She let out the breath she’d been holding when the bed creaked. Simon. Griffin was talking to the cat. “Better question would be, what have you been up to? Your paws are black. Off the bed, buddy.”

Her toes curled in her shoes, a warm, fluttery sensation settling low in her stomach in response to the slow drawl of Griffin’s deep voice. He always spoke in that low, unhurried tone. Even when he was angry or when he was whispering how much he loved her or when he was talking her out of her temper. Only then there’d been a hint of laughter too. Her temper used to amuse him. He had a long fuse; she had a short one. She used to, at least.

Her lips curved at the memories; then her wistful smile faded when the consequences of what he’d just said penetrated her lovesick brain. Simon’s paws were dirty. All she’d need was for Griffin to start looking for the source. She had to…

There was the rasp of a zipper, then the light thud of something hitting the floor. At the sound of heavy footfalls approaching the bathroom, Ava’s eyes went wide, and she pressed her back against the tiled wall. A bare, muscled arm reached past the curtain, a large hand turning on the water. The cold spray from the showerhead hit her in the face, and a small, shocked squeak escaped before she could contain it.

Griffin whipped back the shower curtain. His thick, toffee-colored hair glistened under the fluorescent light, his dazzling, deep blue eyes wide in surprise. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat as her eyes drifted down his body. He was completely and gloriously naked. And even more beautiful than she remembered.

Debbie Mason is the USA Today bestselling author of the Christmas, Colorado series and the Harmony Harbor series. Her books have been praised for their “likable characters, clever dialogue and juicy plots” (RT Book Reviews). When she isn’t writing or reading, Debbie enjoys spending time with her very own real-life hero, their three wonderful children and son-in-law, two adorable grandbabies, and a yappy Yorkie named Bella.

 

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Review Tour : Sweet Rivalry by K. Bromberg

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sweetrivRyder Rodgers had a plan.

He was going to stride into the conference room, do the required song and dance over the next five days, and win the biggest contract of his career. But when he walked in and heard the voice of one of his competitors, all his plans were shot to hell.

Harper Denton. She was always on top. In college. First in their class. Always using every advantage to edge him out to win the coveted positions. The only one who could beat him. His academic rival. More like a constant thorn in his side. And his ego’s.

When he heard her voice, he was brought back to years before. To the bitter taste of being second best. But the woman who meets his gaze is nothing like the drab wallflower he used to know. Hell no. She was all woman now: curves, confidence, and staggering sex appeal. And no doubt, still brilliant.

The fact that she’s gorgeous and bright won’t distract him. This time, Ryder’s determined to be the one on top. But not if Harper can help it.

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Rating : 4 out of 5 Stars

K. Bromberg has penned a lively and very sexy novella filled with playful repartee, a vivacious heroine and a dreamy, tatted hero! Sweet Rivalery is a spin-off of “Sweet Cheeks”, the hero, Ryder Rodgers being Saylor’s older brother.

Since their college days, the heroes of this story, Ryder and Harper, have been rivals and challengers. In theory, they do rivalry well but there is a fine line between love and hate. Harper Denton has always been a thorn in Ryder’s ego, she is resilient, driven, ambitious, not to mention that she has a sharp-tongue and a red-hot temper. Ryder is a shrewd strategist, in control and charismatic but with Harper he loses his edge.

Harper and Ryder are once again in competition with one another, to win a corporate tender. Losing is not an option, but their rivalry is based on mutual respect and they both intend to play fair.

Despite the short format of this story, the characters were well developed. The focus of this novella is on their relationship. They have history and some baggage. But despite their incredible chemistry, things are complicated, there is a lot of push and pull and the sexual tension between them is at its highest point. Their competitiveness is laced with distracting lust and they both revel in their battle of wits.

I really enjoyed this short story, told in dual POV, and OMG, this novella was hot. The plot in itself is rather limited, but it is flawlessly written. One thing is for sure, I will definitely read anything K. Bromberg comes up with next!

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Excerpt

Work first. Reward sex next.

That’ll give me something to look forward to during the next few days. The ones I can’t wait to dive headfirst into that will be an ever-changing combination of stress, exhaustion, strategy, and manipulation. An unscripted dance amongst us bidders while we size each other up, calculate our numbers, and explain to the developer why we’re the most valuable candidate for the job.

It’s the game I love. The competition I thrive on. My return to the job that I’ve been desperate to make.

And there’d be no better way to make a statement that Harper Denton is back than to leave this building with the multimillion dollar contract for Meteor Development tucked securely under my arm.

And just like that, as a reward for my positive thinking, when I look up, there he is, in full view.

I take in the expensive briefcase, the venti Starbucks, and the expensive watch peeking out from beneath the cuff of his shirt. And just my luck that while I’m afforded a full view of his body, the one thing I’m the most curious about is obscured by his hand holding his cell phone up to his ear: his face.

So instead I drink him in. He really is magnificent. I note his posture and the way he carries his body when he moves forward a few steps. There’s an air about him that says he’s no-nonsense and in control, powerful, and at the same time he doesn’t seem uptight. He has that Southern

California professional vibe. I can’t put my finger on it but he reminds me of someone I can’t quite place. Regardless, a man who can pull off being in control and playful has definite merits.

Like “spank me until my body aches in want, and then make a game of hitting each erogenous zone with his tongue before he’ll satisfy that ache he created and let me come” type of merits.

The mind-blowing-sex reward just became even more appealing.

About the author

HeadShot ColorNew York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy, and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines, and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love.

She’s a mixture of most of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing, driven, emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she displays daily with her husband and three children where they live in Southern California.

On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced, Aced), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, and Down Shift), and a novella (UnRaveled). She is currently finishing up Sweet Cheeks a standalone novel out November 14th.

Her plans for 2017 include a sports romance duet (2 books: The Player, The Catch) and the Everyday Heroes series (3 books: Cuffed, Combust, and Cockpit). She’s also writing a novella for the 1,001 Dark Night series that will be out in February 2017.

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Blog Tour : The Bastard Billionaire (Billionaire Bad Boys #3) by Jessica Lemmon

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ABOUT THE BOOK

Title: THE BASTARD BILLIONAIRE

Author: Jessica Lemmon

Series: Billionaire Bad Boys, #3

On Sale: February 28, 2017

Publisher: Forever

Mass Market: $7.99 USD

eBook: $6.99 USD

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Beauty and the Beastly Billionaire . . .

Eli Crane is one tough bastard. After an explosion left him injured and honorably discharged from the Marines, all he wants is to be left alone. Yet his brothers insist he take a greater role in the family business. They’ve hired him ten personal assistants—and Eli sent each one packing as fast as possible. But when beautiful number eleven walks through the door, Eli will do anything to make her stay.

Isabella Sawyer’s employment agency can’t afford to lose Eli Crane’s business. Her plan: to personally take on the role of his PA, and secure her reputation with the wealthy elite in Chicago. But this beauty and her hot billionaire bad boy soon find themselves mixing business with pleasure in the most delicious ways. And passionate, stubborn Isabella won’t rest until she tames this wicked beast . . .

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Rating : 4.5 out of 5 Stars

lemmon_thebillionairebastard_mmI loved this lively romantic comedy! Jessica Lemmon has a knack for creating vibrant characters and sucking the reader in her story, with her punchy dialogues and effortless storytelling. With this book, the third one in her Billionaire Bad Boys series, she has once again delivered a delightful story with a perfect balance between humor, emotions and chemistry. This romance between a grumpy billionaire and a sassy businesswoman, definitely hits all the right notes! And I can’t resist a book inspired by Beauty and the Beast!

Since retiring from the Marines, Eli Crane’s main occupation has become running off the personal assistants his older brother Reese sends to help him. His efforts have been crowned with success, since Eli makes a good show of being a total jerk. That is, until Isa Sawyer accepts to step in. Isa manages a concierge service company, and she can’t disappoint Reese Crane. She is tenacious and a perfect match for Eli’s bossiness and determination. I enjoyed Eli and Isa’s interactions, their witty banter, the dynamics between them was so much fun! She enjoys teasing him. He enjoys challenging her. Their battle of wits was laugh-out-loud funny!

A typical Jessica Lemmon’s heroine, Isa is confident, driven, sassy and not at all intimidated by Eli’s surly manners. He likes others to believe he is a grouchy jackass but she sees through his show. Eli’s life has been turned upside down since he lost his friends and his leg in Afghanistan and he needs time to deal with his feelings and emotions. Their relationship is complicated, but they have a natural connection that can’t be denied. I loved the realistic way their relationship progressed from cautious friendship to much deeper feelings.

I really enjoyed this story of homecoming and new beginnings. Jessica Lemmon’s characters are strong, with a hint of softness that I adore. I loved the great cast of supporting characters, Reese and Merina from “The Billionaire Bachelor” and Tag and Rachel from “The Billionaire Next Door”. I’m sad this series is finished but I can’t wait to see what Jessica Lemmon has in store for her readers. This book can be read as a standalone, but I definitely recommend reading the whole series, you won’t regret it!

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I received an advanced copy of this book from the publisher, via NetGalley.

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Standing, she smoothed her hands down her pants and flipped her hair. She had planned to quietly finish her work and leave without seeing him again. No such luck. And no hiding that she was heading his way when her heels clicked along the concrete floor.

Well.

The kiss had happened. The button incident had happened. There was no taking it back. Regardless of how either of them felt about it, she was going to continue working here. So. She would deal with the here and now.

Since the sun was shining, Eli’s lair was welcome instead of foreboding. No fire cracked in the hearth today. Also unlike his usual, he wasn’t at his desk. He was at the printer.

“This yours?” He offered a sheet of paper.

“Yes.” She couldn’t keep from explaining. “Pressed the Print button by accident.”

Mi printer es su printer.”

Isa accepted the document and Eli sank his hands into his jeans pockets, his forearms flexing with the movement.

“I wasn’t—”

“I shouldn’t—” they said at the same time.

He pursed his lips and she looked at her shoes. “Go ahead.” She was going to say, I wasn’t offended when you kissed me, but now that she’d had a millisecond to think it through, maybe she should pretend the kiss hadn’t happened. Which was . . . impossible. Standing this close to him, it’s all she could think about.

“I shouldn’t have ruined your shirt,” he said.

“I dared you to.”

“Why?” His eyebrows compressed along with his lips.

“Because you have accepted the role of beast, but I don’t believe that’s who you are.” She let her gaze linger on his face before tracking down his body. “And because I like a challenge.”

“Do you?” He took a wide step toward her.

She matched his move and took one step closer to him. “Yes. I don’t wilt easily.”

He threaded her hair between his fingers, a look of longing and hurt mingling in his eyes. “I was about to lie and say I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

Shivers climbed her spine as she remembered how firm his lips felt against hers. “Maybe . . . you shouldn’t have stopped.”

 

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The Billionaire Bachelor, #1

The Billionaire Next Door, #2

The Bastard Billionaire, #3

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jessicalemmon_headshot1-300x249A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.

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Review Tour : The Wright Brother by K.A. Linde

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I’d dated his brother.

He didn’t remember and I wish I could forget.

I may have sworn off the Wright family a long time ago. But when I returned home, Jensen Wright crashed into my life with the confidence of a billionaire CEO and the sex appeal of a god. Even I couldn’t resist our charged chemistry, or the way he fit into my life like a missing puzzle piece.

Too bad he’d forgotten the one thing that could destroy us.

Because Jensen Wright doesn’t share. Not with anyone. And if his brother finds out, this could all go down in flames.

When it all was said and done, was he the Wright brother?

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Rating : 3.5 out of 5 Stars

After a bad break-up, Emery Robinson is back in her hometown, Lubbock. She meets Jensen Wright at a marriage ceremony. Jensen is a filthy rich businessman, who owns, with his siblings, the major construction company in the country. He is Lubbock royalty. Emery dated his brother Landon in high school, but he broke up with her on graduation day. Emery has a history of bad break-ups and she has sworn off serious relationships, especially with a Wright.

She is surprised by Jensen’s interest in her. Jensen isn’t used to getting rejected, but he finds her refreshing and wants to get to know her better. Jensen was an enigma for a large part of the book, in my opinion. His intentions and motivations are unclear. He is charming and kind, though. He has baggage of his own, his life is almost entirely about managing his family’s company. There was a lot of push and pull between Emery and Jensen, feelings of insecurities and trust issues to overcome. Emery and Jensen’s relationship was definitely a bumpy ride!

Overall, this book was a great introduction to a new series, the story flowed well. I have to admit that the characters were a little hard to warm up to, though. But I understood them better as the story unfolded. The author did a great job of tying up all loose ends and giving me the ending I wanted. The second book will feature the infamous Landon Wright, do I need to mention that I can’t wait!

I received an advanced copy of this book from the author and Inkslinger PR.

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K.A. Linde is the USA Today bestselling author of more than fifteen novels including the Avoiding series and the Record series. She has a Masters degree in political science from the University of Georgia, was the head campaign worker for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and served as the head coach of the Duke University dance team. She loves reading fantasy novels, geeking out over Star Wars, binge-watching Supernatural, and dancing in her spare time.

She currently lives in Lubbock, Texas, with her husband and two super adorable puppies.

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Review Tour : Havoc (Mayhem #4) by Jamie Shaw

Falling in love with her cousin’s rock star ex-boyfriend was definitely not part of the plan.

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Mayhem #4
Jamie Shaw
Releasing February 21st, 2017
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When Hailey Harper left her family farm to enroll in veterinary school, she had a plan: keep her head down, ace her classes, and most importantly… don’t upset the uncle paying her tuition. Translation? Don’t piss off his dramatic, self-absorbed daughter, Danica, even if she’s a nightmare to live with.

Falling in love with her cousin’s rock star ex-boyfriend was definitely not part of the plan.

As the drummer of a now-famous rock band, Mike Madden could have any girl he wants. He’s sweet, funny, romantic, talented–and the only guy that’s ever made Hailey’s heart do cartwheels in her chest. The more she gets to know him, the harder she falls, but Hailey knows they can never be more than friends… because Danica wants him back, and she’ll fight dirty to win.

Mike is falling for Hailey too, but Danica’s threats and his rock star life-music video shoots, international tours, obsessed fans-could tear them apart before they’ve even begun. Hailey isn’t sure she’s the one for him, but Mike’s waited years for a girl like her… and he’ll do anything to prove it.

 
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Rating : 4 out of 5 Stars

Havoc is a refreshing young adult version of a rock star romance. It was a surprisingly light read, there is no darkness or tortured hero in this story. The hero, Mike Madden, is the drummer of an up and coming rock group. He is not your typical romance rock star. Although he is surrounded by groupies at every turn, Mike never hooks up with fans. He is a good guy waiting for the one. And one thing is for sure, his ex-girlfriend Danika isn’t that person.

Hailey is Danika’s long suffering cousin and non-rent-paying roommate. Her family is in dire financial straits and she has to rely on her uncle’s generosity to pay her tuition and living expenses. Danika is the evil witch of this story, a picture-perfect mean girl, intent on regaining Mike’s interest and affection. His growing fame keeps him firmly on her radar.

Hailey is a responsible, sweet girl who struggles with self-doubt due to her family’s financial difficulties. She is forced to deal with Danika’s constant bullying and blackmail attempts.

Despite Danika’s meddling, Hailey and Mike have an easy and friendly connection. They have a lot in common, they are both nice, thoughtful and genuine. The slow evolution of their relationship from friendship to love was well done and believable. But Hailey feels bad for crushing on Mike, her cousin’s ex-boyfriend. She is honorable and doesn’t like to keep secrets. She is also very insecure, and feels that Mike is out of her league. Although I understood her struggle, I felt that there were some excessive repetitions of the insecure feelings she had and I wanted her to fight more for Mike’s affection. In the end, he did all the work, but I got the happy ending I wanted!

Jamie Shaw has woven a story in a way that is light and entertaining. I loved her sweet positive characters, her villain was well developed and so hateful! Havoc is the final book in her Mayhem series, but it can be read as a standalone.

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An advanced copy of this book was provided by the publisher, via Edelweiss.

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At a door near the back corner of the room, my fun-loving cousin marches right up to the first security guard she sees, who also happens to be approximately five zillion times her size, with muscles made of stone and a face to match. “Who do I need to talk to to get backstage?”

At her bossy tone, Muscle-man lifts an eyebrow. “The Easter Bunny?”

“Excuse me?”

“No one’s allowed backstage.” The arms he crosses over his chest warn that he isn’t messing around.

“I’m with Mike,” Danica lies, and after studying her for a moment, Muscle-man laughs.

“Sure you are.”

“I am!”

When Muscle-man just smiles at her like she’s a petulant child, Danica resorts to acting like one. She demands to see his boss and threatens to get him fired. When that doesn’t work, she resorts to curse words. And when those have no effect, all hell breaks loose.

She’s torpedoing her finger into his chest and shouting something about his inbred gene pool when I try to pull her away from him. But Danica is on a rampage, and all my efforts get me is a hard shove that nearly knocks me on my ass. At five-feet tall, one hundred and three pounds, I’m not exactly in a position to throw my weight around, and I don’t make a second attempt to try. I’m rubbing my tender collarbone when the security guy picks my assailant up off her feet, and I helplessly follow as he carries her outside.

After serving as an armrest for a sweaty gigantor inside the club, after obliterating my eardrums in front of the world’s biggest speakers, after getting knocked around like a bratty child’s toy all night, all I want is to take a hot shower and crawl into my own bed to sleep for a week straight. Instead, I stand on the sidewalk outside of Mayhem, frowning at the furious look on Danica’s face as she glares at the big metal door the security guard just shut behind him.

She came here for one thing, and I know she’s not leaving until she gets it.

“You didn’t have to push me,” I mutter, and her eyes flare.

“You should’ve had my back!”

“And done what? Bite his ankles?”

In her four-inch wedge boots, Danica towers above me. I stare way up at her, trying to remember the girl who played dolls with me up in my parents’ hay loft. But she’s lost somewhere behind fake lashes and fifteen years of getting everything she’s wanted.

“You’ve been nothing but a bitch this whole time,” she snaps, and I sigh and pull my shirt away from my skin again, letting the cool night air dry the sweat beaded on my lower back. There’s no point in trying to defend myself. In Danica’s mind, she’s always simultaneously the victim and the hero, and as her non-rent-paying roommate, I’ve learned to just accept that.

I appreciate everything she’s done for me. I do. If she hadn’t been the little voice in her father’s ear, persuading him to fund my schooling and begging him to make some calls to get us enrolled, I’d be home mucking stalls, not following my dreams. Her dad pays all of my bills—my tuition, my insurance, my living expenses, all of them. And while I suspect that Danica’s sudden interest in my life wasn’t entirely genuine—she’d flunked out of college before, and I think her dad was only open to the idea of her going back if she was living off-campus with a responsible roommate, AKA her boring farm-girl cousin—I owe her. I owe her the roof over my head and the massive student loan debt I don’t have.

When her phone rings, she wastes no time dismissing me to answer it. “Katie?” she says. “Guess who just got kicked out of the fucking club. Yes! Because this asshole bouncer wouldn’t let me backstage.” She gives me a dirty look. “Just stood there doing nothing. I know! No, she didn’t even try. Getting a place with her was stupid.”

An icy chill slithers up the back of my neck, and I chew the inside of my lip. Because of my uncle’s insistence that I focus all of my energy on school right now instead of also finding a part-time job, I have no income. My only “job” is not pissing off his daughter. And it’s a job that I’m learning I am very, very bad at.

With my mouth shut, I slink away before my mere presence can enrage Danica further, and when she asks where I’m going, I make up the lamest excuse ever. “To read this flyer over here.”

A resident of South Central Pennsylvania, JAMIE SHAW‘s two biggest dreams in life were to be a published author and to be a mom. Now, she’s living both of those dreams and loving every minute of it. When she’s not spending time with her husband and their young son, she’s writing novels with relatable heroines and swoon-worthy leading men. With her MS in Professional Writing and a passion for all things romance, her goal is always to make readers laugh, cry, squirm, curse, and swoon their pants off, all within the span of a single story. She loves interacting with readers, and she always aims to add new names to their book boyfriend lists.

 

 

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Blog Tour : Defy (Sinners of Saint #0.5) by L.J. Shen

Title: Defy
Series: Sinners of Saint #0.5
Author: L.J Shen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: February 3, 2017

My name is Melody Greene, and I have a confession to make.
I slept with my student, a senior in high school.
Multiple times.
I had multiple orgasms.
In multiple positions.
I slept with my student and I enjoyed it.
I slept with my student and I’d do it all over again if I could turn back time.
My name is Melody Greene, and I got kicked out of my position as a teacher and did my walk of shame a la Cersei Lannister from the principal’s office, minutes after said principal threatened to call the cops on me.
My name is Melody Greene, and I did something bad because it made me feel good.
Here is why it was totally worth it. 

Defy is a smutty, insta-love, insta-lust short novella. Defy is a prequel to Vicious (Sinners of Saint #1). It is recommended, but unnecessary, to read Defy before reading Vicious.
bright-blue_reviewRating: 4 out of 5 Stars

After reading Vicious, I wanted to know more about Jaime and Melody. So I was very happy to see that Defy was re-released on its own. Despite the short format of this story, L.J. Shen’s writing was strong, to-the-point and fast-paced, her characters were vibrant and well-developed.

I loved Melody, she is a teacher but her passion has always been Ballet. An accident shattered her career dreams, and she ended up teaching Literature at All Saints Highs, a school for the children of the rich and powerful. But she hates teaching classes of arrogant and privileged teenagers she can’t control. Jaime Followhill is her student, a rich, entitled and handsome jock, member of the Four HotHoles, the town princelings. Jaime is only 18, but he definitely knows what he wants. And he wants Melody. She is embarrassed by the way she is attracted to him and tries to fight her feelings, but finally gives in. What started as a high-risk fling with a deadline ends up being so much more.

The sexy scenes were well-written and scorching hot. I was seduced by the forbidden aspect of this romance, Jaime and Melody’s chemistry was all consuming and felt real. We also get some snippets about Vicious in this story, and he behaves true to form! Overall, Defy is a great prequel to the series, and I can’t wait for Ruckus!

I received an advanced copy of this book from the author.


“It was sexy and steamy and everything I’ve come to expect from this author.” – Ariana, Steamy Reads Blog.


“Holy Heck this was Hot!! If I wasn’t hooked on this series before I sure am now!! These boys just get dirtier, hotter, off the rails panty wetting hot!!” – Kitty Katz Crazy About Books.


Forbidden romance has never been so well done! And this is a novella!” – Stephanie, Tied Up In Romance.

L.J. Shen resides in sunny California with her husband, son, chubby cat and wild, wild dreams.

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Review Tour : Singe (Guardian Protection #1) by Aly Martinez

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Blurb

She was my nightmare. Every time I closed my eyes, I watched her fall into that inferno. Over and over, I failed to save her.

I hadn’t been able to reach her, and the guilt only burned hotter over time. Four years later, I was the unreachable one.

Heroes aren’t always saints. Sometimes, we’re nothing more than jaded sinners driven by sleepless nights and hearts full of darkness.

And then I met her. She was a dreamer who managed to soothe my scars and heal my wounds.

But, as the flames closed in around us, I feared I wasn’t the right man to save her. That is until I realized she was the one woman I’d burn the world down to protect.

My review

Rating : 3.5 out of 5 Stars

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Singe is the first book in a new series by Aly Martinez, Guardian Protection, about members of a personal security agency. Although this book was intriguing and well-written, there was something in the plot that didn’t fully work for me, a sort of discontinuity in the story and in the way the side characters were introduced in the storyline and then not mentioned anymore.

Rhion Parks is a wealthy heiress who has been deeply traumatized by her near death in a fire that could be arson. She is lonely and her best friends are her bodyguards, working for Guardian Protection. After the fire, Rhion has become a reclusive and pays for round-the-clock surveillance inside her apartment. She is haunted by nightmares and feels threatened by members of her family.

Jude Levitt has recently been hired by the security agency. He is an ex-cop who has lost everything. Jude and Rhion are not strangers. Jude was the cop on duty the night of the fire and he saved Rhion’s life. Rhion is a writer and she has created a romanticized version of her savior in her imagination. The memory of him has enabled her to continue living, despite her trauma and her physical scars. She instinctively trusts him and feels she knows him in her heart. Jude has a very different picture of that night, he feels responsible for giving her bad advice that nearly got her killed. The burden of that night’s events has been overwhelming and has changed his entire life, he carries the guilt and shame of his actions.

“Rhion believed that my burns were just as beautiful as hers. I disagreed wholeheartedly. Mine were a reminder of failure. And hers were a display of survival.”

Jude and Rhion are attracted to each other and Jude will do everything in his power to keep her safe. Thanks to him, she is finally able to live outside the safe boundaries of her apartment. They want to bury the past, but they need to open up to each other. Their chemistry was all consuming.

As I mentioned, some parts of the plot didn’t really work for me but the last part of the book won me over. At this point in the story, the suspense was breathtaking and I was literally on the edge of my seat! Overall, Singe was a good read, but I expected more. This book can be read as a standalone and is told in dual POV.

Thanks for visiting and check out the excerpt!

I received an advanced copy of this book from the author and TRSOR.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

Jude

“Tomorrow, it’s on me,” I said, standing up off the barstool.

Behind the bar, Carmen waggled her eyebrows, seductively calling out, “Funny, I could be on you tonight if you stayed awhile longer.”

I laughed at her innuendo and tossed her a wink. “I gotta get home, babe. Seven a.m. comes way too early.”

“Well, offer’s on the table,” she purred.

It always was with her. And, if I wasn’t careful, I’d eventually take her up on it.

Not that sleeping with Carmen wouldn’t have been good. But, when you find a cheap bar only five minutes from your house, you don’t fuck that up by dipping your cock into the bartender.

“Later, Carmen,” I called, pushing the door open and heading to my car.

I wasn’t out of the parking lot before I heard, “Officer Levitt? We’ve got an alarm going off in Park Hill. You mind taking a look on your way home?”

Banging my head back against the headrest, I groaned to myself. Park Hill was about as “on my way home” as swinging past California on the way to Maine.

Switching my radio to my other hand, I complained, “I’m off the clock, Jocelyn.” I had been for several hours, even if I hadn’t made it home yet.

She laughed. “I’m sorry, but you’re the only one remotely close. I had to send two cars out to the Laslows’ to break up another argument between Cam and his old man.”

“They at it again?” I asked.

“Apparently, Cam told Lindsey he didn’t want the baby. Lindsey told his dad. Old Man Laslow lost his mind.”

I chuckled, putting my blinker on and then doing a U-turn in the middle of the empty road. “Christ. I bet he did. I know the man’s seventy-five, but I sure as hell wouldn’t want to go toe-to-toe with him.”

“I’m with you on that. So…you gonna head out to Park Hill?” she asked in a sugary-sweet tone.

I grumbled deep in my chest. “You’re gonna owe me some of that banana bread for this. I missed it the other day when you brought it up to the station.”

“I don’t owe you anything.” She giggled. “However, as a personal thank-you from the state of Illinois, Park County, and the owners of Park Hill, I’ll bring you in a loaf on Friday. Deal?”

“Deal. I’m en route now.”

“Stay safe, and radio in with your report.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, knowing exactly how much thirty-year-old Jocelyn loved being called ma’am by a twenty-five-year-old man.

“Don’t you—”

“Gotta go.” I turned the volume down to mute her, grinning to myself as I flipped my lights and siren on.

I’d been a cop for two years. And, in that time, I’d been out to the privately owned Park Hill estate at least a dozen times. It wasn’t unusual for the alarm on the mansion to get triggered. It never amounted to anything. The expansive estate was on the very edge of the county, and trouble didn’t usually travel that far out. More often than not, a bird at a window or a bumbling new member of the grounds crew would accidentally trip the alarm. Truth was, no one actually lived in Park Hill. The owners visited sporadically. But, for the majority of the time, it remained empty.

Some minutes later, I cut my siren as I pulled up to the entrance. The cold air assaulted me as I stepped out of my patrol car with my flashlight in hand and aimed at the keypad on the massive security gate that blocked the driveway off. That damn thing alone had to have cost more than I’d make in a lifetime. Forget about the house inside.

The smell of wood burning in a fireplace wafted through the night air. I guessed someone was home for a visit.

I typed in the emergency code on the gate panel and then climbed back in my car and made my way down the tree-lined driveway. I’d spent the day on patrol, and, with the exception of some minor vandalism across town, it had been a slow one.

Though, in the blink of an eye, that would change.

Along with my entire life.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed as the main house came into view on the top of the hill.

After throwing my car in park, I jumped on the radio at my shoulder. I could barely get the words out as I slung my door open and took off at a dead sprint.

“This is Officer Levitt! I need fire support at Park Hill immediately!”

And then I froze as a wave of adrenaline crashed into me like a tsunami.

An inferno roared in the night sky, but it was the small silhouette of a woman perched outside a third-floor window, smoke pouring out all around her, that knocked the breath out of me. My heart stopped, but my feet continued to pound against the pavement.

Jocelyn’s voice caught me. “What’s going on?”

“I need medical too!” I barked as I got closer. “The whole damn place is in flames and there’s a woman trapped!”

The woman’s long, black hair blew out behind her like a battered flag whipping in a storm. I couldn’t make out her face or her skin color or even guess at her age for the black soot covering her, but her fear was unmistakable.

And unforgettable.

“Hang on!” I yelled up to her.

“Oh my God!” she screamed before it turned into a fit of coughing. “Help me!”

“Hang on! Don’t let go!”

Frantically, I searched the perimeter for a way in, but it wasn’t only her house that was on fire. Flames were encompassing her. The yard and all the surrounding flowerbeds. Top to bottom. The first and second floors were completely engulfed, and if the sound of shattering windows was any indication, it was quickly making its way up to the third floor—to her.

“No! Don’t leave me!” she screamed, panic thick in her garbled voice, as I started around the side of the house.

A wall of heat stopped me in my tracks. Throwing an arm up, I did my best to block my face while scanning the building for any possible entry—or, in her case, exit.

But there wasn’t a surface of that house that wasn’t ablaze.

Except the roof.

Son of a bitch.

I spoke into the radio. “I need an ETA on fire.”

Jocelyn replied, “They’re on their way. Five minutes out.”

I didn’t have one minute, much less five.

Fuck.

My pulse quickened, sending blood thundering in my ears. I was a cop. I’d trained for chaos. I should have been able to come up with a solution for a situation like this, but they didn’t teach you how to conquer the impossible at the Academy.

And, as I took inventory of the flames dancing beneath her, I knew that was exactly what I was up against.

My gut wrenched as I helplessly sped back around the house. She appeared almost childlike, hovering barefoot on that narrow brick ledge, but her long-sleeve top and her loose-fitting pants clung to the body of a woman.

Jesus Christ! Where was that fucking fire truck?

“Is anyone else in the house?” I yelled up to her.

Not that I could have helped them, either. Short of running into a burning building, on what would surely be a suicide mission, there was not one thing I could do. And didn’t that little reality feel like a wrecking ball to the chest.

“No!” she cried, a loud sob lodging in her throat. It turned into more coughing, her body shaking violently with every heave.

I fisted my hands at my sides as my anxiety spiraled higher.

“Please. Do something!” she begged.

I ground my teeth together and once again glanced around as if a water hose and a ladder were going to suddenly appear out of nowhere. “Hang tight, okay? Fire trucks are on their way.”

“I can’t hold on much longer!” she cried.

“Yes, you can,” I demanded.

“I…I think I need to jump,” she coughed out.

I assessed the massive fire below her. I’d never be able to reach her before it swallowed her. But there was no way I’d be able to stand by and watch her burn.

No. If she jumped off that ledge, she was going to get us both killed.

“Don’t you dare,” I barked. “Don’t even think about it. Two minutes. They’ll be here.”

“I…I can’t.”

“Two minutes,” I repeated. “Hold—”

Suddenly, a window to her left exploded, shooting glass and flames in all directions.

I covered my face as she screamed in a paralyzing mixture of fear and agony. It cut me so deep that I knew I’d bear the scars for the rest of my life, and that had nothing to do with the glass and everything to do with the heavy weight of my failure already lingering in the smoke-filled air.

When I opened my eyes again, I caught a glimpse of orange flickering in the window behind her. Panic built in my chest.

“You need to move!” I yelled.

She shook her head and continued to cough and cry.

But it wasn’t an option. I couldn’t help her. Though I damn sure refused to watch her die.

“Please. Just listen to me.” I swallowed hard. “You can’t stay there.” I looked to the roof.

Sending her higher seemed wrong and went against everything I’d learned in my limited fire training. But fuck, my options were having her jump into a conflagration or scale up the side of a building in hopes of buying us the precious minutes needed for the fire department to arrive.

Drawing in a smoke-filled breath, I made a decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life. “You need to climb up to the roof.”

“I can’t!” she shrieked.

My stomach twisted, but I gentled my voice. “Look, I know you’re scared. But I’m right here. I’ll help guide you up, but, sweetheart, it’s bearing down on you. You gotta move, and I mean now.”

She choked on a mouthful of smoke as she attempted to look over her shoulder.

“You’re going to be fine. I swear to you,” I lied. “But you have to move.”

“I’m not going to make it!” She had to have yelled it in order for me to hear her, but I felt her defeat slither over my skin like a whispered goodbye.

I took a long step forward, too focused on her to feel the heat singeing my skin. “Yes, you are!” I declared. “Move your ass up to the roof and we’ll both be out of here in time for breakfast.”

Her gaze landed on mine, tears forging paths down her soot-covered cheeks, her disbelief obvious even from yards away. “Are you sure?”

It was a ridiculous question. It wasn’t like I could make any guarantees. It was fire, for God’s sake. But that didn’t stop me from covering my heart with my palm and vowing, “I swear on my life you’re going to make it through this.”

Her hesitation was evident, but with one last sob, she inched her small body farther out onto the narrow ledge, reaching the tips of her shaking fingers out for the windowsill above her.

“Good girl,” I praised, a fraction of relief washing over me.

And then I sucked in a sharp breath as one of her shaking legs slipped out from under her.

“No!” I yelled.

On instinct, I rushed toward the flames, my arms stretched out in the air as though I could catch her.

A scalding heat blistered my face and forced me to stop, but the real pain was in my chest. I watched in horror for what felt like a lifetime as she fought to right herself, her dainty arms flailing like a wounded butterfly frantically trying to catch the wind.

But there was none to be found.

My heart lurched into my throat, and my breath seized in my lungs.

And then a deep, guttural sound tore through me, shredding me from the inside out, as I watched her fall.

I woke up in a cold sweat. It wasn’t exactly something new. I’d been dreaming of Butterfly for over four years. She always flew directly into the flames, screaming as I stood helpless to save her.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I cradled my head in my hands and tried to pretend I was okay. That wasn’t exactly something new, either. I could still feel the heat on the back of my neck. My lungs were still thick with smoke. The pressure in my chest never left me.

The distance while I was living in LA had helped. But, in the week since I’d been back in Illinois, I’d woken up every morning at that blazing house. I didn’t even have to be asleep for the memories to assault me.

I should have gone back to sleep. It was my first day at my new job, and the last thing I needed was to show up haggard and sleep-deprived. But, as I’d learned over the years, another fiery butterfly awaited me on the other side of REM. No way I was volunteering for that.

I pushed myself off the bed and tugged a T-shirt on, preparing to head down to the hotel gym with hopes that I could outrun the mental fog that had been hovering over me since I’d returned. There was a reason I’d thrown all of my shit in my car and driven as far as I could all those years ago.

Yet, somehow, I’d come full circle.

But I’d come back a different man.

At least that’s what I’d told myself as the deafening roar of doubt had overwhelmed me the moment I’d driven across the state line.

Regardless, it had been time to go home.

I’d been gone too long.

Or, as I’d decided as I’d passed the exit to Park County, not nearly long enough.

About the Author

aly-martinez-bioBorn and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five- including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

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