Saturday, April 19, 2014

[Review] Flight of Life]

 Flight of Life (Essence Series #1)
So let me start off saying, I think if I were in a different frame of mind, I would have enjoyed this book much more. I wanted to read a YA book, but then when I started I guess my heart just wasn’t in it as much as I thought I would be. To be fair to the author, I wanted to state that before my review. I DID in fact like this book a lot. The characters were well built, the imagery was spectacular and E.L. flawlessly transitioned from page to page. 

Calloway, which by the way I love the name – is a super relatable character who is friendly, brave, maybe a bit awkward and has the best interest at heart. He may be a little tough around the edges, but when you have to fight evil, how can you not be? I thought the tension between Calloway and Breccan (his cousin) was absolutely true to form about families. I got kinda confused between Easton and Weston until a little further in the book when they both started to differentiate from one another. 

Although this is a paranormal YA novel, there is definitely an underlining tone of finding the good in people, keeping your hope, and doing the right thing. It’s an amazing message to be sent out to the Young Adult generation, and I’m grateful that the author found a way to intertwine good morals along with some science fiction to keep you entranced. 

I found this novel fascinating, unique, and thought provoking. I would definitely recommend this to someone who is looking for a something different, especially among YA novels. I love how bold the story is, and it has absolutely nothing to do with Vampires, Werewolves, and the like. To be honest – the genre has become a little taxing. We’ve been so inundated with the same stories with slight differences in the character developments.  To anyone who reads Paranormal, and you’re looking for something different, I would definitely recommend this. As well as to anyone who just wants a good read. If I trusted my step-son with my kindle, I’d let him read this. He’s 10 (going on 30) and seeing as how I’ve already read this I can say it’s “mom-approved”. Maybe not for EVERY 10yr old, but I would definitely say 13+. 

A great novel, that I feel guilty about giving it 3.5 stars. Honestly, I think this could deserve more from me, but again… I apparently wasn’t in the mood for YA, even though I thought I was. E.K. Blair has raw talent that I can’t wait to read again. I think maybe next time I will pick up a more adult novel by the author, though. (Does this mean I’m getting old!?)


   



[Book Blitz] Essentialism


Some secrets can destroy…
       Bridgette Schaefer has been through more in her twenty-two years of life than most people survive in a lifetime. Finally, she can see the light at the end of the tunnel and control is within her grasp. With a fresh start ahead, there’s nothing but blank pages to be filled. Unfortunately, a lie by omission quickly weaves itself into a dangerous web of half-truths. As she battles between right and wrong, she discovers that sometimes there is only defeat when it comes to matters of desire. 
While others can set you free…
         Troy Sorano has one rule – no lies. Yet he’s spent years hiding behind a well-placed mask, forced to hide who he yearns to be. On the outside he’s confident, fun, and sexy-as-sin, but there’s so much more hidden within. When fate intervenes, he can’t help but wonder if Bridgette could be the one to accept him for who he is. As he struggles through his fear of rejection, he discovers he’s not the only one hiding the truth.
Can Bridgette and Troy find what is essential for their happiness before it’s too late?



Essentialism



Fatalism 

Determinism

 LK Collins is first and foremost a devoted wife and mother. She loves music and has openly admitted that she’s addicted to it. Without the strength of the words from some of her favorite artists, what she does…would not be possible. She works the normal 9 to 5 like the rest of the world, but is fortunate that she’s allowed to listen to music for eight hours a day. When she gets home, she turns into Superwoman; juggling the crazy world of being an indie author, a mom, and a wife. Both her daughter and her husband share names with famous presidents. Her husband is referred to by her readers as “the Prez”, a name well deserved.

LK has had a passion for the worlds created by authors for as long as she can remember and with the support of the Prez, she has successfully self-published three titles in the Life. Destiny. Fate Series. While her books are erotica, they are also known for dramatic storylines that will keep the reader enthralled from page one. Not to mention that while she may write a series, each is a stand-alone novel offering the reader a happily ever after. No cliffhangers for this author!





Wednesday, April 16, 2014

[Cover Reveal] Bang

We are excited to present the cover for book #1 in E.K. Blair's (author of the Fading Series) new Black Lotus Series, BANG! Filled with suspense, sexiness and romance, this is sure to take us on an indescribable thrill.
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TITLE: Bang
SERIES: The Black Lotus Series (book #1)
GENRE: Psychosexual Suspense / Romance
RELEASE DATE: May 22nd, 2014


brick synopsis
They say when you take revenge against another you lose a part of your innocence.
But I’m not innocent. I haven’t been for a very long time. My innocence was stolen from me. Taken was the life I was supposed to have. The soul I was born with. The ruby heart embedded in a life full of hopes and dreams. Gone. Vanished. I never even had a choice. I mourn that life. Mourn the what-ifs. Until now. I’m ready to take back what was always meant to be mine. But every plan has a fatal flaw. Sometimes it’s the heart.

  **Due to the dark and explicit nature of this book, it is recommended for mature audiences only as some scenes may be particularly disturbing.**


brick excerpt
In an instant, he's crouched down before me, hands spreading me open wider before dipping his tongue inside me. I continue massaging myself as he laps me up like I’m the only one who can quench his thirst. He sickens me, and as soon as I feel the swirl of hate manifest, I turn every part of me off and simply go through the movements I know he likes. I’m a well-oiled machine at this point, flawless in my performance. He has no idea that I’m the poison in his bones, making my home in his soul. I’ve crept under his skin, and he never suspected a thing other than everything I’ve wanted him to, but he’s made my life a hell, and payback is a wicked bitch that comes in the form of me. I’m the devil seeped within the cracks of him. What he doesn’t know, is that it’s because of him that I am what I am, and he’s fallen into the cobwebs of my lies like a fool. I guess I should love him for that, because when he least suspects it, he’s going to give me everything I’ve been seeking—vengeance.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

[Book Blitz] Love You to Death

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Seventeen year-old Arden Elliot is alone, barely surviving life on the streets. All she wants is a place to call home, somewhere she can be safe. After meeting Det. Cass Bateman, surviving is exactly what she will need to do. He dominates her world, steals her spirit and breaks her body. All in the name of love. She knows if she stays, one day he will love her to death. On the run she meets Gideon, a Kentucky cowboy. She tries to resist the power of her heart, knowing she doesn’t have the luxury of falling in love, but just when she thinks her life is finally secure, her past comes calling. Now she will have to decide whether to confess everything to her new family or leave them safely behind to run again.


When I first heard the moaning I thought it was just a stray cat. It didn’t sound human. But then I heard the muted thump of something hitting a soft surface. Like a boot in the stomach. It was followed by a louder “Oomph.” and more moaning. Someone was getting a beat down. I’d heard it happening before. Time to scram.

I eased out of my huddle, slung my pack over my shoulder, and made my way toward the street. That’s when I spotted another frayed backpack leaning against the dirty wall. A street kid never left their pack, it contained their whole life. A child’s plastic batman mask, complete with the pointy ears, was sticking out of the unzipped top. That was Stewie’s bag. I cursed under my breath.

Living on the street you had to learn fast to divest yourself of a conscious. It was always best to mind your own business. Never get involved. Stay away to stay alive. But Stewie was different. He was special. Not the special as in child prodigy, but special as in he was a twenty two year-old beefy boy of six feet, with the mind of a nine year old. His parents had abandoned him when he was little, leaving his grandpa to raise him. Gramps kicked the bucket last year, and the landlord gave Stewie the boot. Now he was just another statistic.

I cursed my bad luck again and turned around. I couldn’t let Stewie get mugged. I had no idea what the heck my scrawny butt was going to be able to do, but I had to try something. Looking around the trash filled alley, there wasn’t much to choose from. I found a broken down skid, and grabbed a splintered piece of wood. I sprinted down to the end where the alley branched off to the right. I paused at the corner and listened.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come back here, retard?” A man’s voice asked.Stewie was crying. I could hear his plaintive little whimpers. He made these weird high-pitched whiny sounds when he was scared.
“When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it,” the man continued, “stupid tard… Get up.” There was scuffing noise, and a groan from Stewie.

“Now listen to me very carefully. I want you to get your mentally incompetent butt back up over to Greene Street, and do what I told you to do. If I see you around here again I’m gonna stick my foot so far up your butt you’ll be able to taste the shoe leather. Got it?”
Stewie must’ve nodded because I heard the voice say, “Good boy.”
Against my better judgment, I peeked around the corner. The man behind the voice was an inch or two shorter than Stewie, and about thirty pounds lighter. I really didn’t like bullies. I didn’t care if they were big or small, fat or thin. I didn’t discriminate. I hated them all.

This bully, however, had the face of an angel. Chiseled features with the prettiest powder blue eyes I’d ever seen. His collar length blonde hair was styled in a sexy bed head way that was currently popular. He was a regular Brad Pitt. Since it looked like everything was okay and Stewie wasn’t hurt too bad, I decided to leave it alone and meet up with Stewie later to get to the bottom of this. But it was at this particular moment that Stewie nervously looked up, and caught my eye, before I was able to retract my head back into the shadows.

“Cherry!” He called. His excitement over seeing me spurred him into motion. He scampered, dragging his feet, in my direction. “Cherry, how come you’re hidin’?”
Great, that’s what I get for stickin’ my nose where it didn’t belong. I stepped away from the wall, but not any closer into the mouth of the dead end. Stewie towered over me, a fresh cut above his left brow. Anger boiled in my chest.

“Stewie, go get your bag,” I smiled at him.
“Cherry, don’t be mad, okay?” He rocked back and forth on his heels.
“I’m not mad at you. Just go get your bag. I’ll meet you up the street, okay?”

He gave me a toothy grin and hurried to do as he was told. I never took my eyes off the bully. I knew the exact minute he decided to charm me. He was like all the other men. They only saw what was on the outside. They never bothered to open the package to see what was inside.We stood there, sizing each other up. Finally he spoke.

“Hello,” he said, giving me what I assumed was his brightest smile.
“Stay away from him,” I said. The steady tone of my voice was ice cold, but my insides were vibrating like a tuning fork over the ocean.He leaned back on his right leg, shoved his hands in his pants pockets, and pursed his pouty lips. His cool blue eyes inspected me slowly head to toe, before settling on my face.

“Cherry, is it?” He smiled confidently. I didn’t answer him. I tightened my grip on thepiece of wood, and waited. The thought of running bounced around in my head. I considered my weakened state, comparing it to this man’s athletic body. He watched me, chuckling softly.

“Yeah, you could make a run for it,” he said, reading my mind. “But you’ve pricked my
curiosity, and I’m a little quicker than you think.” He cocked his head, telling me this as if he was letting me in on a secret. I licked my lips, a nervous tic of mine. I watched his eyes flare, and for a split second I saw the familiar burn of desire.

“Is Cherry your real name or your street name?” He asked, taking a step closer. I stepped back raising the hunk of wood in front of me. He stopped, eyed the wood, and withdrew his hands from his pockets, holding them up in front of him. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m leaving, and I’m taking Stewie with me. Got that, you mentally incompetent jerk?”
His eyes flickered with something altogether different. I knew I shouldn’t stir the pot, but I was still pretty pissed about Stewie.

“You’re kinda spunky. I like that,” he nodded for emphasis. “I’m going to give you a free piece of advice,” he paused, letting me wait for the warning. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I murmured acidly. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the dig. I thought he was going to tear into me, but he surprised me by shaking his head and chuckling.
“Spunky,” He repeated. He put his hands on his hips, and jerked his chin forward, motioning me to get lost. “Beat it, kid, before I change my mind.”

I was still holding the wood defensively as I carefully backed my way through the narrow alley. When I made it safely to the stoop, and Angel Face wasn’t following, I dropped the wood and ran. Stewie was waiting for me on the corner, a block away. I grabbed his arm, and pulled him behind me for two more blocks. When I was sure we weren’t being chased, I slowed down. There was a free clinic beside Holy Spirit. I decided to take Stewie to get checked out.

“Who the hell was that guy?” I asked him.
“Don’t be mad, Cherry,” he said, worry creasing his forehead.
“I’m not mad at you, Stewie,” I drew a deep breath. He could be a little frustrating to talk to.
“I’m mad at the jerk that beat you up.”
“He’s okay, Cherry. Don’t be mad.” He shuffled along beside me. “It was my fault. I didn’t do what he told me. I’m a dumb tard.”
“You’re not a tard, Stewie.” I cursed, kicking an empty paper coffee cup, pretending it was Angel Face. “What did I tell you about that?”
“Stewie is special,” he said slowly.
“And…” I prompted.
“I’m not a retard,” he smiled, showing me all his teeth again.
“You got it, big guy. Remember that.”

As we approached the street that led to South Charles, and the free clinic, I knew what to expect. When Stewie was afraid, he strapped on his disguise, assuming the bad ass alter ego of Bruce Wayne. Stewie stopped to reach into his bag. I patiently waited for him. He pulled out the batman mask, and snapped it around his head.
“Let’s go get you patched up, batman.” I took his hand, coaxing him forward.
“Batman isn’t afraid of the doctor,” he said, taking on a deep baritone.
I gave him a much needed reassuring smile. The twists and turns of my life had led me where I never thought possible. But even in the midst of all my woe, I could still find things to be grateful for. Looking at Stewie— wearing a child’s mask— I added a few more.
Love You to Death by Melissa March

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Melissa March grew up in a small town, spending the majority of her time in her room chain reading books until her eyes blurred or hammering out the next great American novel on her typewriter.
Now, she lives in another small town in Pennsylvania with her husband and young son.
Between the housewife gig, the toddler taxi service, getting her website tweaked and trying to be all writery on it, she is usually nose deep in a book or up to her elbows at the keyboard. (Some things don’t change.) Her favorite way to spend time is with her family.

Top Ten Things You Didn’t Know about Melissa March

1.     I swam with dolphins.
2.     I hate to dust.
3.     I’m an amateur genealogist.
4.     I scrapbook.
5.     I’m terrible with directions.
6.     I love cold pizza for breakfast.
7.     I’m a big Tom Petty fan. (the early years)
8.     I don’t like to read the classics. I’d rather watch the movie. *hanging head*
9.     I start making my bed before I crawl out of it.  
10.   I eat hogmaw…and like it 



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Friday, April 11, 2014

[Cover Reveal] Hunger




The Seductors Series Vol. 2
Hunger
by B.L. Wilde

Cover Design: Jo Matthews
Genre: Romance/Erotica/Suspense 
Expected Release Date: June 6, 2014



Summary:
            When Jade walked out on Oliver six months ago, she left her heart behind. Little did she know her mission was far from over. Given a new mission—to secure a secret nuclear power core—she’s thrown back into his world and has to earn his trust once more. The only problem is that she’s competing directly with another Seductor that she despises, who has already been on the mission for two months.
            Oliver was devastated when he discovered Jade had left him, so he closed himself off to the world, focusing solely on his job. Everything is thrown into chaos when she resurfaces, working for an old friend of his.
            Will Jade be able to win Oliver back while fighting her jealously that another Seductor might steal the mission from her? Consumed with love, controlled by a hunger she has never known, can she protect her heart a second time around if Oliver takes her back? 
***Contains mature content meant for 18+ years of age.***



 
About B.L. Wilde:
            B.L. Wilde is a British author obsessed with many things, including heated love stories. Supported fully by her husband, she can often be found at her desk working on her next project.
            Her journey into the world of erotica began when she started writing online stories over three years ago, and she hasn't looked back since.


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The Seductors Series Vol. 1
Desire


Summary:
Jade has worked as a Seductor in a secret organization for five years now. Her main job? To earn the trust of her targets and secure the object or information her company was hired to steal—by any means necessary. She’s damn good at it, too.

With five years left on her contract, she is handed an assignment that turns her world upside down.

Oliver Kirkham is the attractive, young CEO of Kirkham Industries, a weapons manufacturing company, and is currently in possession of some very important blueprints—blueprints that could change the way war, as we know it, works. He’s extremely focused and doesn’t have time to date, at least until he comes to the rescue of a shy but very alluring Jade Gibbs.

What happens when one night of passion turns into more? Will Jade allow her feelings for Oliver to get in the way of her mission? Or will she do what she was hired to do and secure the steal? 


***Contains mature content meant for 18+ years of age.***

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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

[Book Blitz] Picture Perfect

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*****THIS BOOK CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE*****

Being the daughter of a big-city mayor, twenty-one year old Skye Summers has giant shoes to fill in her first real job out of college. With the public spotlight on her family, and her dad’s expectations running high, she jumps at the chance to work side-by-side on an important project with her sexy new boss.

Playboy entrepreneur Landon Steele has built a successful entertainment PR firm and broken more than a few hearts along the way. He’s counting on his enthusiastic new assistant to help him expand his business into LA… until he discovers she’s a pampered rich girl who’s in the public spotlight as much as his famous clients. Still, he agrees to give her a chance, and soon the two are heating up the bedroom as well as the boardroom.

But when Skye’s ex-boyfriend threatens to reveal a dangerous secret from her past, her job, relationship with Landon, and her father’s career are suddenly all on the line. Will she be forced to leave Landon? Or will she pursue her heart, regardless of the cost? 





Skye’s POV

We had to work late to finish the final prep for our trip to L.A., and because there had been a problem with the heat in the office all day, it was completely sweltering. 
“Are you sure you wouldn't rather do this at your place or mine? It's so hot in here,” I said when I entered his office.
“Here is fine. We'll manage.” He’d taken his suit jacket off, removed his tie, rolled his shirt sleeves up and undone several buttons, revealing a small portion of his muscled chest.
I'd taken off the opaque tights I'd worn under my dress earlier that morning, as well as the tailored jacket I wore over my mod-style tank dress. I was still overheated so I'd tossed my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head. If anyone came into the office, we certainly didn't look like a professional pair.
“Where do you want to start?” I asked. I put a mock copy of the handouts I'd put together for his speech in front of him on his desk.
He picked one up and looked it over. “These are good. Have them sent over to the printers and shipped to the hotel in L.A. so they arrive before the conference.”
“Will do.”
“What else do we need to go over?” he asked.
I came around to stand beside his desk and placed some notes in front of him that I’d put together for our meeting with Calder Fox. “I thought you could look these over and see if there are any other points you think are worth mentioning. I talked to some of the Account Reps and listed some examples of the crisis management work our office has done in the past.”
Calder was a child star turned up-and-coming movie star who'd recently fallen from grace. Everyone was slating him as the next Tom Cruise, but his reputation had taken a nosedive with the recent revelations of how he was spending his free time. A recent rehab stint hadn’t helped.
Landon looked over the papers and seemed happy with what he saw. I loved seeing him like this...professional businessman, in control, and completely focused on what he was doing. The cologne he wore slowly permeated my senses the longer I stood beside him. I loved that smell. It was so sexy and so...Landon.
He picked up a pen off his desk and went to mark up my notes. He began writing but the pen had run out of ink. He swirled it around in a circle on the page as if some ink would magically appear. “Damn. This one's out. Can you pass me that one?” he asked distractedly, pointing to the other side of the desk.
I reached over to grab the pen. As I was about to hand it to him, it slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor. I started to bend over to get it when Landon said, “I'll grab it.”
I went back to looking at the notes on the desk, trying to figure out what he thought needed correcting when I felt his hand's feather light touch against my ankle. I stilled immediately. It must have been a mistake. He had to have accidentally brushed against me when he was reaching for the pen.
What happened next was no accident. 
He ran his hand from the inside of my calf up to my knee and back down again. I sent up a small ‘thank you’ prayer that I had decided to shave that morning. 
I glanced down to my side. He was looking up at me with half-drawn lids. I didn't say a word and couldn't move as he continued his slow assault on my senses. 
My breath quickened and my dress suddenly felt altogether too restrictive. This time when he brought his hand back up my leg, he passed over my knee until his hand was up under my skirt, mid-thigh.
“Your skin is so smooth. It's like silk or cashmere or something. I've never felt anything like it.”
My pussy throbbed in anticipation, wanting him to touch me there. How could it not? His large hands climbed a little higher but still weren't touching me where I needed him to most. I swear, if he didn't do something to ease the ache soon, I was going to go bat-shit crazy.
I let out a rough exhale of air and leaned forward, placing my hands on the desk in front of me so that I was slightly bent over. That must have been all the invitation he needed. When his hand finally crept back up my leg, he brought it all the way up to the juncture of my thighs.
I glanced back at him again. He was seated in his chair, still with one hand all the way up under my skirt. His large erection was pushing against the seam of his pants. It was such a turn-on to think that I did that to him—that I put him in that state. 
His fingers made contact with the silk of my thong and rubbed lightly from front to back. The slight friction gave me little satisfaction. It was all I could do not to grab his hand myself and push him roughly against me.
Without warning, he removed his hand and stood up. “Don't move,” he said with an authoritative tone. He adjusted himself before he began to walk toward the door. God, watching him touch himself, even just that little bit, was so freaking hot. He closed the office door, flipped the privacy switch for the glass, locked the door, and turned back to look at me.
I hadn't given a second thought to the fact that his office door was open. It was late and everyone had gone home, but who knew whether security or the cleaning staff were around? I was normally a girl who examined every angle and every possible outcome before I did anything. I just completely lost my head around this guy. 
Landon said nothing as he made his way back over to me, but the look on his face was one of possession. He wasn't asking for permission for what he was about to do. He was taking what he wanted.
About. Fucking. Time.





Author Bio
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I have a soft spot for romance novels with happily ever afters and a HOT spot for alpha males! I currently live outside Toronto, Canada with my hubby, two small children and cat spawned by the devil. Life is busy, but never to busy for a good story and to share my love of reading and writing with others. Things I can tell you that sum me up...I'm a sugar and carb addict, self-professed Gandy Girl, a disaster in the kitchen, a LOVER of all music, I enjoy reality TV and I'm an early riser! When I have a moment to breath you can usually find me typing furiously on the keyboard to get my next story on paper, or curled up reading about someone else's HEA. 

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1. Telephone - Lady Gaga feat. Beyonce
2. Love The Way You Lie - Eminem feat. Rihanna
3. Hold On, We're Going Home - Drake feat. Majid Jordan
4. The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra
5. Call And Answer - Barenaked Ladies
6. The Reason - Hoobastank
7. Anti-Venom - USS
8. From Now On - The Features
9. Strong Enough - Sheryl Crow
10. Patience - Guns N' Roses
11. All Of Me - John Legend
12. When The Right One Comes Along - Clare Bowen & Sam Palladio
13. Nessun Dorma - Pavarotti



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