Friday, December 19, 2014

[Review] Bang

Bang (Black Lotus, #1)
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.**






“He’s intense, overwhelming, addictive, and utterly all-consuming.”

*^^This sentence sums up my EXACT feelings of this novel. Bang is ALL of the above and more!!*

This is the first book in quite a long while that has actually made me WANT to write a review. THANK YOU E.K. Blair, I feel so inspired right now!!!! I just hope that I can keep this reviewing up, and get OUT of my funk! I fell in love with this novel. This is the first book by E.K. Blair that I decided to read, and now I’m completely in love with E.K. Blair.  I can’t wait to read the next installments of the Dark Lotus series, and I just bought the entire Fading series. Let’s be honest, I know I’ll devour it! Bang is a dark twisted tale that will leave you reeling and begging for more.

“You settled me. Everything you want from me I exactly what I want to give you. You don’t even have to take it. Just have it because it’s yours…”

I absolutely LOVED this book, but I also hated it at times. This is definitely a twisted, dark, passionate, emotional, deceitful, compelling and will leave you BEGGING for more. I was literally gripped from the beginning. I can’t even begin to tell you the mind-fuckery (Fuckery: Irritation and confusion of a situation. Total bullshit. Something so ridiculous you can't even deal.that) went on in this novel. Seriously, kudos E.K. you took angst to a whole new level with this novel. I can’t give this novel enough praise. I’m honestly blown away. I usually know pretty much where stories are going… and she flip-turned my entire theories upside down and THEN… my god, she ripped my heart out of my chest. When you get to this point in the book you’ll literally be shaking your fist in the air and saying “THE AUDACITY of this author!!!”
“The heart is a weapon – a self-inflicting weapon – that if not trained properly, can destroy a person.”

I can’t tell you much about this novel, because if you know anything about anything… it could possibly ruin it for you. I will tell you though, Bang is one of those books that remind you WHY you love to read. I feel as if the fire that was smoldering inside me has just been re-lit and brought back to fruition with beautiful flames of inspiration.

“The truest part of a person is always the ugliest. And with your evasiveness, I would bet that you’re pretty damn ugly beneath all that gloss.”

I will tell you… the ending of Bang is an outright WTF moment. You won’t see it coming, and when it happens… you won’t even believe that it did! I can’t even deal with the amazingness of this novel. You have to read this, RIGHT now. You’ll be absolutely blown away. E.K. Blair pushes the limits on so many aspects of writing in this one novel. I can’t even imagine how she felt after writing. I feel like she needed a stiff drink, and then patted herself on the back – knowing how truly astonishing this story is. 




Wednesday, December 17, 2014

[Release Blitz, Giveaway & Review] Bold Tricks

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The Faster They Live, the Harder They Fall . . .
Raised by con artists, Ellie Watt has a lot of crazy childhood memories-but none crazier than being scarred with acid by the demented crime boss Travis Raines. Now Ellie is a full-grown woman who lives for revenge, and Travis is a full-blown drug lord who kills for pleasure. The sadistic bastard has kidnapped her good friend Gus as well as her mother, whom he's been holding as prized possessions in his heavily guarded lair. And Ellie has only one chance in hell of getting them out alive-using two dangerous men who love her to death . . . One is Camden McQueen, a talented tattoo artist who's made a permanent mark on Ellie's heart. The other is Javier Bernal, her fiery ex-lover who's busted more than a few heads in his time. From the crime-ridden streets of Mexico City to the predatory jungles of Honduras, this unlikely trio forms an uneasy alliance in the deadliest game of all-a gun-blazing battle to the finish that will pit enemy against enemy and lover against lover. And Ellie must choose the right man to trust . . . or die.


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The motel room was a lot nicer than the one we stayed at before. Sort of a Best Western, middle-ground quality of place. No roaches on the floors, no geckos on the wall. Shit mattresses, I discovered as I pounded my fist on the bed, but I didn’t care.
Camden had just put the final box on my bed, Violetta sprawled out on hers in a state of drug-induced euphoria, when I noticed Javier lingering at the doorway.
“I’m going to be meeting Dom in about twenty minutes,” Javier said to me. “Is that enough time for you to get ready?”
I frowned and he quickly added, “You know he’ll want you there, if this is going to get anywhere. I figured you might want to shower and look nice.”
He rapped his fingers along the doorframe, his mouth opening as if to say something else, then he turned and walked off.
Camden eyed me. “I’m going with you.”
“You might be kind of drunk, Camden,” I told him, though the determination in his voice warmed me like the finest cognac.
“I’ve never felt better,” he said, enunciating each word. His eyes, my god they were still such a clear fucking blue, even in the pallid light of the hotel room. They bore into me with such startling clarity, sending shivers down my back like trailing fingertips. He would be coming with me.
I wished he’d be coming in me. A vision of us in this hotel room, alone, him nailing me to the bed, the headboard banging, slammed into my head.
“Are you okay with that?” he asked.
I suppressed the thought, the flare of heat between my legs, and smiled quickly. “Yes, of course.”
Meanwhile Violetta’s head flopped to the side, her arm still bound to her stiffly in the sling, and started snoring lightly. I motioned to her. “Do you think it’s safe to leave her here?”
He watched her for a few moments, blinking a few times, before saying, “I think she needs to sleep it off.” He went and sat down on my bed. “I’ll be here when you get out.”
I grabbed my bag of clothes I had brought out of the car and brought it into the bathroom. I had a quick shower, trying to rub off all the grim – both real and imagined – with the flimsy hotel soap, then picked through my clothes. Everything that had been in my trunk was musty and wrinkled, some even dirty. I had a packet of unopened (and decidedly unsexy) Hanes underwear, a bra, another pair of jeans, a pair of gladiator sandals that I thought were dressy enough, a pair of Timberland hiking boots, a plain white tee shirt, a couple of wife-beaters, a coral-colored blouse, a plaid shirt, and a light blue tank dress that went to the ground. I wasn’t exactly known for my fashion sense and even with the cherry blossoms covering the scars on my leg, bringing me beauty that I didn’t have before, I didn’t see myself branching out anytime soon. Dressing up in my old clothes for Javier hadn’t exactly helped either.
I slipped on the tank dress, opting to go commando for the evening, and put on the sandals. I looked at myself in the mirror. Once again, I felt like a different person was staring back at me. This me, this Ellie, was tired and hardened. I rubbed the residue mascara away from under my eyes and applied a new coat. My skin was brown from the sun now and I didn’t need much else.
When I came out of the bathroom, Camden straightened up on the bed. I felt strangely shy in front of him, especially as his eyes trailed up and down the length of me.
“Do I look okay?” I asked him, feeling the need to say something. “I mean, if you can see me, that is.”
He bit his lip and stared, a multitude of emotions flashing through his eyes, too fast for me to pick up on each individual one. I thought I saw lust in there – maybe that’s what I wanted to see.
When he still didn’t say anything, I walked over to the dresser where I had my clutch purse left over from the other night at Travis’s and rifled through it for my lip stuff. His silence at my back was a heavy weight, laden with too many uncertainties between us. It was eating at me, burning through me, rendering me with a lead heart. There were so many things I had to focus on, to worry about, fucking impossible things, and yet I needed him to tell me I looked beautiful. I needed him to tell me I was something to him.
I heard him get off the bed and walk toward me, that heaviness, that warmth that he brought with his bones, teased at my back. He stopped, close enough to touch me, and I was about to turn around, perhaps to do something foolish, when he crouched down.
“How is my art?”
His hands found my leg, one of them lifting the hem of my dress, the other slowly moving over the cherry blossom tattoo. I sucked in my breath, holding completely still, trying to contain my nerves that were firing wildly as his fingers ran along the ridges of the ink. He touched me gently over every vine, leaf and petal, until I had to supress a shaky moan that that tried to escape from my lips.
“It feels fine,” I said softly when I found my voice.
“It looks beautiful,” he said.
“I had a beautiful artist,” I told him. I turned at the waist and look down at him, my blue dress glowing in his tanned hand, his other one placed firmly around my calf, his strong fingers imparting heat that sunk deep. He was looking up at me, lips parted slightly.
I couldn’t take a second more of this.
I turned and dropped to the ground, my knees rubbing against his.
I grabbed his face, his rough stubble pressing into my palms, and kissed him.
Hard.
There was surprise for a second, a hesitation, a pulse that refused to beat on. Then Camden kissed me back, his soft lips enveloping mine, his mouth opening to give me life. He put his hand behind my head, holding it there with power and control.
My heart was an elevator car, the cable suddenly snapped, and I was freefalling and falling and falling as his lips and tongue and hot, wet mouth took away every inch of my resolve. The more he kissed me, the deeper and longer we found each other, the thirstier I got for him. I felt like if we stopped, I would die, empty on the inside and forever longing.

 “I felt utterly primal, alive, loved. We were animals fucking, humans making love, two wounded, tortured people bringing each other to ecstasy beneath tropical skies.”

Karina never fails to give me a heart attack. Every time I read one of her books I  just know that something epic will happen. I never cease to be amazed by the talent that can come from one writer. I mean really, she’s fantastic. I don’t think I could say enough nice things about Karina Halle. I had the opportunity to meet her, and I was floored with how amazing she was.

"This wasn't romantic anymore; this was tragic, and it was all my fault."

Obviously, I was upset and thrilled at the same time with the release of this, the third (forth really) installment of The Artists Trilogy.  It was definitely a bittersweet way to say goodbye to a series that held me so captivated since I had laid eyes on the first word, of the first page, of the first book.  I tell everyone to read this series, because it’s so unique, thrilling, and just exotic.

“I love you… And I’ll have you. Keep you. Own you. You belong to me, only to me, from now on.”
I loved the characters in this series, I was definitely iffy about Camden and Javier throughout the entirety.  I went back and forth between Team Camden and Team Javier, but I was always Team Camden for Ellie. I loved the fact that Ellie had him, and even though Javier was astonishing and passionate with Ellie, I didn’t feel like he was the right one for her. However, this is my personal opinion, and yours may differ. I also truly loved Gus, he was such a great loyal character.

"On one side of me was Camden McQueen, on the other was Javier Bernal. One more light than dark. One more dark than light."

Honestly, I’m not one for spoilers, so I don’t particularly want to tell you anything that happens within the book. However… that Jungle scene!? LAWD HAVE MERCY! And oh god, the INTENSITY of emotions and afflictions between all the characters just behooves me. I wish my life could be that intense, y’know without the drama… haha.  I just can’t. I’m actually really upset it took me so long to write a review for this book. I read it almost a year ago… and I just haven’t been in a review writing mood, and since I had read it so long ago, I kinda figured that I just wouldn’t write one.  Then I got the opportunity from Grand Central publishing to be a part of the release blitz of the new covers for the series, and I was thrilled so I could FINALLY write a review for this EPIC book.

“Until the waves crash at our feet” …. “Beyond that. Beyond the ocean and the world and the stars. You’re mine beyond that, baby, and I’m yours.”
I really believe that everything was wrapped up with very little questions left unanswered by the end of this series. Bold Tricks was such an excellent conclusion and I wish that everyone would pick up this series, because it will seriously captivate you and leave you speechless. This is the only series that I’ve read by Karina so far, and I’m hooked. I have all of the Experiment In Terror series, so I can just go right through them, and I’m going to be starting the dirty angels story relatively soon. I’ve put these books on hold for too long!!! In either case, if you have / haven’t read anything by Karina, this is an amazing story to get involved in.

"I was wrapped up in layers and layers and he was at my core, at my middle. This was me and I was in his hands and he had me exposed to the bone."



Displaying Karina Halle.JPGKarina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and the USA Today Bestselling author of Love, in English, The Artists Trilogy, and other wild and romantic reads. She lives in a 1920s farmhouse on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books.

Twitter: @MetalBlonde


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Owned 

~ A Novella ~

By
B.L. Wilde
Jo Matthews

Cover Design: Jo Matthews
Genre: Romance/Erotica/Crime
Expected Release Date: December 5, 2014



Ryan Lawson has almost everything he wants. A Capo to the Valenti Family Mafia, the world is at his fingertips and the ladies all drop their panties at his signature smirk. All but one, anyway, and she happens to be the only one he wants.
On the run from a horrible past, Trixie finds herself accepting a job as an exotic dancer in a club run by the mafia. Left without a choice, she begins to date the Boss’ son while lusting after someone else.
Everything changes when Ryan is offered a chance to win a weekend with the woman he desires. All he has to do is roll the dice. The rest is up to fate.
What will happen when their worlds collide? Will a mutual attraction turn into something more? Or will the dangers they face be enough to keep them apart for good?




I love B.L. Wilde. I’ll read anything that has her name on it. The collaboration between these two authors is wonderful. I loved everything about this book, except for the fact it was too short. Honestly that was the only issue that I had with this book. Owned was stunning and sexy, and I want more.


While I’m still upset about the length of the novel, while being short – this novel packs some serious punches. The main characters are beautiful yet troubled. With this novel you don’t have to worry about overcoming obstacles, and feeling your heart get ripped out. I thoroughly enjoyed the nice escape that I got from reading this. 



The characters of Siena and Ryan were flawed but seriously perfect for one another. Siena had people call her Trixie so that they wouldn’t get to know the real her. I can’t blame her, being an exotic dancer and all. While I loved the thought of Siena(Trixie) and Ryan together, unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be. Or was it?! (PLEASE SAY YES!) The fact that she had Ryan call her by her real name, because she wanted to be herself with him… swoon. 



The sexiness of this novel is off the charts. If only I could get my hands on a Ryan for myself… Yum. He’s that much of a distraction. That’s how you know a character is perfection! It’s only a character in a book, but he’s so perfect that you just can’t stop thinking about how you wish he were real. Again, the collaboration of B. and Jo is a marvelous read. I honestly can’t wait for the next installment of this to come out. I need it, bad. Definitely grab a copy of this, cause while it’s short and you can finish it quickly – it’s phenomenal. I would recommend this to anyone who is looking for a quick intoxicatingly sexy read. I’d have to say that I’d give this a 17+ disclaimer… cause it get’s HOT!



Congratulations ladies, this book is FANTASTIC! I was definitely Owned by it. Yeah yeah, lame pun intended. 





I took my place right by the pole, and even though the room was nearly pitch black, I could feel several people watching me. When the music started and the lights came on over the stage, I placed one hand on the pole and circled it, making eye contact with as many of the men in the front as I could. I made it all the way around and then bucked my hips into the cold metal, sliding up and down a few times before spinning around it again.
I had a few tricks in my arsenal, but I wanted to save those for a little later on in the song. Still gripping the pole, I walked halfway around so my back was to the crowd. There were loud catcalls and wolf whistles when I started shaking my hips to the beat of the music. They got even louder as I hooked my left leg around the pole and spun in quick circles until my ass was on the ground and the pole was between my legs. Using my hands as leverage, I planted my feet and lifted my hips, thrusting against the shiny object seductively.
Men from the tables in the back of the room rose from their seats and were closing in on the stage area. Figuring it was now or never, I got to my feet and shimmied around again. Facing away from the audience, I placed my hands high on the pole and jumped up, straddling it and squeezing my thighs together to hold me in place. Arching my back, I released my hands and used my stomach muscles to support me as I flashed some cleavage at the patrons. After a few seconds of holding the position and nearly falling out of my top, I straightened up and slid my way down the pole, shaking my ass and earning more whistles.
When I spun around, my eyes met with Ryan’s for a brief moment. I couldn’t help but smirk at him and toss my hair over my shoulder as I continued to dance. Was it possible that god-like creature wanted me? The mere thought of it turned me on more than anything ever had.
I made a full circle on the pole when I saw him waving a hundred dollar bill around, trying to get me to come over. Feeling overly confident and wanting to fuck with him a bit, I sauntered over and shimmied my hips just inches from his face. His eyes were locked on my covered pussy, and I could have sworn I saw him lick his lips. An image of him between my legs flashed through my mind, and I felt myself getting damp with arousal. Shaking my head slightly to clear it, I continued with my dance.
Every time Ryan reached up with the money, I backed away so he couldn’t touch me. He wasn’t supposed to touch me anyway. At least…I didn’t think he was. None of the customers were ever allowed to touch the dancers according to what I’d been told. Carlo had said that Ryan ran the club, though, so I wondered if that meant he was an exception and could do what he wanted. That thought both thrilled and terrified me.
Still, I shook my head with a smirk on my face and sunk down to my hands and knees. His eyes were focused on my tits, which were nearly bursting out of my bikini top as I began to make my way toward him, so without him even noticing, I pulled the money from his hand with my teeth.
“Thanks,” I winked as I rose to my feet and headed back to the pole to finish the song. I could feel his eyes boring into me until the lights went out and I collected my tips.


B.L. Wilde
 
B.L. Wilde is a British author obsessed with many things, including heated love stories and sexy men. Fully supported by her husband, she can often be found at her desk working on her next project, or looking at eye candy online for research purposes. She is a sucker for happy endings, but will always make her characters work for it.
If you enjoy romance, suspense and erotica, let your imagination run 'Wilde'.
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Jo Matthews
 
Jo Matthews is an Arizona native, where she lives with her son. A stay-at-home mom since 2007, she only recently discovered her love and passion for the written word. When she’s not writing, she’s usually knee deep in editing—an aspect she thoroughly enjoys. As an editor, she has propelled quite a few authors into the published world, and with her skills, has landed several stories on Amazon’s Top Sellers lists.

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