Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Review: Zero Tolerance

Zero Tolerance Zero Tolerance by Autumn Jones Lake
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

WOW, just when I didn't think Autumn would blow my mind anymore, she does it. Once again she proves my mind is complete mush after reading this amazing story. The characters and the events really had me on edge the whole story with each page turn something new and exciting was waiting for me. I fell in love with all the characters hard, they had a way to really tell the story this time around even if you knew who they are from previous stories it was nice getting to know them once again. I loved the story all the way to the end my jaw dropped hard, I couldn't believe what I had just read. MUST READ you really don't have to read the previous books but that's where I would recommend reading them it helps the stories come together. I could give so many spoilers away but I wont this story is that good Read it.

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Thursday, March 7, 2019

Blog Tour for ZERO TOLERANCE by Autumn Jones Lake



 
ZERO TOLERANCE (LOST KINGS MC #12) by Autumn Jones Lake 
Release Date: February 22nd 
Photographer: Wander Aguiar 
Cover Designed by: Letitia Hasser, RBA 
Designs Cover Model: Justin
   
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Blurb: As Vice President of the Lost Kings Motorcycle Club, I’ve spent a lot of years as a hit-it-and-quit-it player only seeking a good time. Willing women are never in short supply.
More than one night? No thanks.
Until I met her.
My perfect woman. Like a damn mermaid, she was beautiful, smart, sexy, and slippery as fuck.
I thought I’d convinced her we’d be good together long-term, but then she disappeared without a word.
Three years.
That’s how long it’s been since I saw her.
Took me a while, but I finally moved on.
Then out of nowhere, my mythical woman resurfaces.
She forgot to mention one little thing before she vanished.
One small secret growing up into a big lie.
It’s a betrayal too deep to overcome.
I should hate her.
Even though she’s heartbreak wrapped in a seductive package.
I want her more than ever.
*Can be read as a standalone.
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Excerpt: Lilly
I guess I had that coming. Of course, Z has girls calling him. I’m surprised there haven’t been more honestly.
It was obvious from the look on his face, she wasn’t an employee from the club.
At least he’s polite enough to go outside.
Pretending it doesn’t bother me, I concentrate on the schedule I was writing out for Z.
The door quietly shuts, and I force myself not to look up at Z. If he says he has to leave, it’s going to hurt, which is stupid, so I’d rather just pretend he’s not even here.
“Sorry about that.” The couch dips as Z reclaims his spot.
“That’s okay.” I rip off the top sheet of the notepad and hand it to him. “It’s only a rough schedule.” I’m so nervous, unsettled, whatever you want to call it, my shoulders jerk. I stand and tug my stupid dress down. “I’m tired. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Lilly, wait.” He grabs for my hand as I pass, but I yank it away. My bare leg brushes against the rough fabric of his jeans and there’s a stirring inside me I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe not since the last—
Nope. Don’t go there.
Fast, I walk out of the room and slam the door to my bedroom shut. Tears threaten to fall, which just makes me angry. I’m still holding the pen and notepad in my hand and I chuck them against the wall.
“Lilly.” The door opens, bumping into me, knocking me forward. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you knock?” I turn, hoping my glare is enough to chase him off.
Click. He closes the door oh so quietly and stands there. Head cocked, eyes roaming over me.
“What’s the matter?”
There’s the silent, cocky, smug Z I remember. He’s been off his game since we ran into each other. My fault, I know. But I figured this part of him would resurface eventually.
“Nothing. I told you. I’m tired.” I curl my fingers into the skirt of my dress and flap the material around. “I want to change.”
I tilt my head toward the door, hoping he’ll take the hint and get out.
But no, he crosses his arms over his chest and continues to stare at me.
“Do you need help opening the door?”
He squints. “Are you mad at me?”
“No. I’m tired,” I answer slowly.
I try to edge past him, but he grabs my arm, and spins me around, pulling me into his arms.
Oh shit.
My back hits the door with a thud and he swoops in, kissing the small, surprised cry away.
This is bad.
My hands explore his shoulders and creep up into his hair. It’s cut short, almost buzzed, not nearly enough to curl my fingers in the way I used to.
So bad.
I pull away and he growls, dragging me back. “Z, wait. What are we doing?”
He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, touching his cheek. “So—”
“Stop.” He shakes off my hand. “I don’t want to want you this way. I’m fucking furious with you.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“You haven’t even told me why.”
And I never will.
I swallow hard and look away. The pain in his voice kills me. Because I put it there and I can’t undo it.
He reaches for me again, settling his hand on my hip, playing with my dress. “This has been driving me nuts all night.”
I bat my eyelashes and peek up at him. “Well, I was trying to change into something else.”
He lets out another growl and the hand on my hip tightens. He picks me up, moving me away from the door. His mouth crashes against mine. Confident. In charge. This is the Z I remember.
   
About the Author Autumn believes true love stories never end. She’s easily amused, a procrastinator and writes romances with loving alpha heroes who cherish the sassy women they fall in love with. Autumn prefers to write her romances on the classy side of dirty, and she’s a sucker for a filthy-talking, demanding alpha male hero. The bigger the better. She enjoys testing boundaries and breaking rules with her stories. Happy For Now endings make Autumn’s heart pitter-patter. Her past lives include baking cookies, slinging shoes, and practicing law. Playing with her imaginary friends is her favorite job so far. She’s an active member of her local chapter of Romance Writers of America. Autumn was born and raised in upstate New York. She still enjoys all four seasons there with her very own alpha hero and their dogs.

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Thursday, February 28, 2019

Blog Tour: Love On High Steel Bridge By: Rebecca Rohman




About Love On High Steel Bridge

Author: Rebecca Rohman
Release Date: February 26, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Approximate Number of Pages/Words: 500/146,000
Format: Ebook & Paperback



Synopsis

Captain Dorian Rae is a wounded soul who gets his greatest pleasures from being in the great outdoors and soaring the skies. When he has a life-changing encounter with a beauty on Washington State’s High Steel Bridge, he never anticipates that one meeting would have an enduring effect on him and change their worlds forever.

But fate seems determined to throw them together when she repeatedly shows up not only in his dreams but also in reality, and in his past when he finds out that she played a role in the death of his best friend.

When a seemingly impossible friendship develops between the two, the lines between friendship and romantic relationship become blurred and Dorian’s efforts to stay out of a relationship—especially with a woman with such a tattered past―comes into question.

While her past catches up with their present, and disapproving family and friends enter the mix, the already deep-seated conflict that at first kept these two people apart, now threatens to break them up forever.

Love On High Steel Bridge will take you through high altitudes and to some devastating lows. If you like suspense, steamy love scenes and unexpected plot twists, come with Captain Rae as he flies the skies on this riveting journey.

Excerpt - Their First Encounter...

“Don’t jump,” I plead with the woman teetering on the edge of the rail of High Steel Bridge, Washington. She’s close to falling three hundred plus feet to her death.

She swiftly turns to me, a blackened stream of tears leaks from her beautiful, emerald eyes.

An explosion erupts in my chest as I get near her. “Whatever it is, you’ll get through it, but it’s not worth your life.”

I take a step closer, hoping to get nearer in case she ignores my appeal.

“I have nothing left,” she cries. “I’ve hurt and lost my family and everyone I care about. My kids hate me. All I’ve done is cause everyone heartache and pain. I have nothing to live for…I have nothing to offer them…they’d all be better off without me.”

“I doubt that’s true.”

She looks down and for a second, I think she’s going to jump.

“Please don’t!” I step closer to her and stretch out my hand. “Please. My name is Dorian—Dorian Rae. Please, let me help you.”

“You don’t know me…you don’t want to know me,” she sobs. “I’m a horrible person. I’ve done horrendous things and I’ve hurt innocent people, and no matter what I do, I could never, ever fix it. I could never give back what I took from them. No matter what I do, I will never make it right. Everyone would be better off if I weren’t here.”

Sweat trickles down my brow as I try to figure out what to say to this woman to stop her from taking her life.

I make another attempt. “I’m here. And if you’d like someone to talk to, I’d be willing to listen.” I slowly step closer to her. If I lunged forward, I could probably grab her wrist, but I don’t want to startle her with sudden movements and cause her to fall over.

I stretch my palm toward her. “Take my hand. Let’s give this another try. I’ll listen. I’m here to help you. Or maybe there’s someone else you’d prefer I call?”

“No. I’d be doing them all a favor if I were out of their lives. Thanks for trying to help…but this would be best for everyone. If I’m gone, I can’t hurt anyone—I can’t cause any more pain.”

“Look, I understand things are rough but please…”

She looks me in the eye. “I’m sorry.”

The gushing waterfall below fills the air accompanied by her sobs. She slightly lifts one of her feet as if to step to her death when I leap toward her, grab her wrist and pull her off the railing and into my arms where we both crash onto the road.

Finally.

I breathe.

I sit with this woman in my arms where for minutes her sobs echo through the clean air as she clutches onto me tightly and bawls. My shoulders relax as I hold her.

It then occurs to me that I’ve never seen someone in such intense pain although I can relate to it.
My chest clenches as I hold her in my arms and in some way, though I know nothing of her troubles, I feel this inexplicable connection to her and find myself relating to her pain.  “It’s going to be okay,” I whisper, gently stroking her long, jet-black hair. “You’ll make it through this. I’ve been there. I know it’s hard but give it some time.”
As I comfort her, a black and pink backpack catches my attention on the sidewalk. It matches her shoes so it must be hers. It looks like she’d been hiking. However, would she be hiking alone in such a secluded area? If she came up here for the sole purpose of killing herself, why bring camping gear?

“I’m sorry.” She backs away from my hold. “Thanks for your help.”

She rises to her feet, picks up her bag and walks toward the other side of the bridge where cars are parked.

“Wait.” I run to catch up with her. “Let me get you some help or take you to a hospital.”

“I’ll be fine. Thanks,” she responds still in tears.

My fear that she’ll try this again prompts me to hold her wrist. “You shouldn’t be alone. Let me help you. If you like, I’ll stay with you while you call a friend or a family member, or I can take you to the nearest hospital myself.”

“I don’t know you—”

“My name is Dorian Rae.” I slip my hands into my pocket, pull out my wallet, retrieve my driver’s license and my airline ID and show it to her.

Through her tears, she looks at it, then me in silence but does not respond.

“Look, I will not leave you here alone. Either we call someone you’re close to or you let me take you to the hospital. Otherwise, I’ll call the police. And I doubt I’ll get a signal up here so that leaves you with only one option. Come on, you shouldn’t be alone.”

I take her backpack from her hand and extend my open palm toward her. “Let me help you. Please.”

Hesitantly, she stretches out her hand to meet mine while soft sobs leave her lips.
“Did you drive up here?”

She nods.“Well, I’ll take you to the hospital and we’ll worry about getting your car after.” She murmurs a soft okay when we arrive at the parking area.  “May I ask your name? If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to tell me.”  She looks down and shakes her head as silent tears continue down her cheeks.

There are three vehicles here including mine. I open the door on the passenger side to allow her into my car, slip our backpacks into the backseats and take pictures of the remaining two vehicles before I get into the seat beside her. If she’s not comfortable telling me her name, I doubt she would want to tell me which of the two vehicles she owns.

I start the ignition and turn to her. “It’s okay. I’m going to take you to the nearest hospital. If there is anything else I can do for you, let me know, okay?”

Looking down, she nods in acknowledgment.

We drive along the wooded and sometimes barren road mostly in silence. The occasional sniffling from her tears are the only sounds invading the quiet air.

The late afternoon sun is leaving for the day. Fifteen minutes later, when I get to US Highway 101, a signal comes through on my cell phone and I find out the nearest hospital is fifteen minutes away.

She stays in the car when I pull up to the emergency room.

Is she scared?

After the last hour, I could only imagine that she might be. I tell the first nurse I see why she’s here. However, when I explain that I don’t know her, not even her name, they tell me they’ll take it from there.

The nurse walks out with a wheelchair to my vehicle and helps her out.

“Would you like me to stay with you?” I ask.

“No, thank you,” she whispers. “You’ve done enough.”

“We’ll handle it,” the nurse says to me.

I grab her bag from the back seat and hand it to her along with my business card. “If you ever need anyone to talk to, please call me.”

She whispers a soft, “Thank you.”

I watch the nurse wheel her away until she disappears from my view.

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Rebecca Rohman is a wife and designer currently living in the northeastern United States. She was a sales manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she was involved in marketing for a jewelry company and fine wine distributor.

About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel purely to entertain herself. In early 2012, she decided to complete and release it. Since then, she has released five additional novels including Love On High Steel Bridge and three novellas. Love On High Steel Bridge is her ninth release.


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Although Rebecca Rohman’s novels standalone, they can be read together because they share the same characters. The novellas are follow-up books to the full-length novels. They’re listed below in the order they were released in case you’d like to read them together.

Translating The Tides (Standalone)

Love On The Pacific Shores Series

Love, Lies & The D.A.
Love M.D.
A Problematic Love
Love, Lies & A Bleu Christmas (Novella)
The Painful Side of Love (Novella)
Love On High Steel Bridge

The Uncorked Series

Uncorked
Unravel – An Uncorked Novella

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Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Release Blitz for Dating Games by: T.K. Leigh



 

Dating Games, an all-new standalone Romantic Comedy by T.K. Leigh is AVAILABLE NOW!!

 
Note to self: When your boyfriend dumps you on your thirtieth birthday, it’s probably not the smartest idea to drink so much that you wake up in the same bed as the mysterious hottie wearing the gorgeous suit who you noticed sitting across the bar. The only silver lining of this obvious lack of judgment is the promise of never seeing Mr. Suit again, not in a city the size of New York. Or so I thought, until a story I’m working on about the country’s most sought-after and elusive escort lands me in the same café as Mr. Suit. So I do what any self-respecting woman of my age would do in my shoes… Try to ignore him. But he won’t let me. Instead he makes a proposition that leaves me questioning whether I need to have my ears checked. Be his fake girlfriend for a summer of wealth and excess in the Hamptons. In return, he’ll help me win back my boyfriend’s heart. Juvenile? You bet. Effective? Could be. Bad idea? Most likely. But what do I have to lose? Apparently, a lot more than I originally bargained for. Let the games begin...
 
 

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About T.K. Leigh

T.K. Leigh, otherwise known as Tracy Leigh Kellam, is a USA Today Best Selling author of the Beautiful Mess series, in addition to several other works. Originally from New England, she now resides in sunny Southern California with her husband, dog, and three cats, all of which she has rescued (including the husband). In late 2015, she gave birth to her first (and only) baby. When she’s not planted in front of her computer, writing away, she can be found training for her next marathon (of which she has run over fifteen fulls and far too many halfs to recall) or keeping her daughter entertained.

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Monday, February 25, 2019

Review: Dating Games

Dating Games Dating Games by T.K. Leigh
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I laughed, cried, and all out busted a gut reading this amazing story. I have never read a story that kept me turning the pages and laughing along on every page. I felt like I was their and enjoying the story right in front of my face it felt that real. This story was packed with wonderful characters that I wouldn't mind getting to know more, each one had a unique twist to the story and really helped the story unfold it didn't seem like it was all about just the main characters but all of them as a whole. #TeamJulian. The whole story unfolding before my eyes that had some wicked twist I had a gut feeling on some of it so when it was confirmed I couldn't help but turn the pages even faster then I wanted to go. Easy to read words and even better word building makes this story 100% enjoyable. Steamy romance and even steamier scenes really grab you ten-fold into the story and not let go. I was hooked from page one and couldn't stop at all. Must read story of the year and the year just started!!!!

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Saturday, February 23, 2019

Cover Reveal for Bane by Claire Marta & Summer Stanton




Title: Bane

Series: Carnal Pleasures

Authors: Claire Marta & Summer Stanton

Release Date: March 1st, 2019

Pre-Order: mybook.to/BaneCP

Cover Designer: Raven Designs


Carnal Pleasures is the most exclusive BDSM club in the supernatural world. Renowned for their specialized Dominant and submissive training, people from all over to explore what the club has to offer.

Cold and commanding, Adam Archer is the club manager. Though he hasn’t taken on a submissive in years, he agrees to see to the newest member of the club.

After surviving a horrific attack, Bane is left broken. The lost wolf is sent to Carnal Pleasures at the bidding of his Pack Alpha. Wrapped in pain and self-doubt he doesn’t want to be there. After all, who would help a damaged beast?

Their attraction is instant, but Bane is distrustful of the demanding vampire. Not used to following the orders of anyone but his Alpha, he fights against his temporary Master at every turn.

Determined to make him let go, Adam submerges Bane in a world he never thought to dream of. A place where trust and submission go hand in hand.

Both men are stubborn and fight tooth and nail to make their arrangement work. When they do figure it out, they find they have more in common than mutual attraction. Together, they might heal more than just Bane's broken confidence.

*The Carnal Pleasures series will be a mixture of various M/M and M/F pairings following the lives of the employees and patrons of the club. Due to language and explicit sexual interaction it is recommended for readers 18 and up*





About The Authors

Claire Marta 

Claire Marta writes hot, suspenseful Paranormal romance.

A native Brit, she live in Italy with her husband and daughter. When she’s not writing and drinking copious amounts of tea, she enjoys taking photos of her adoptive country, tries to stay fit with running and reads amazing books while being a stay at home mother.


Her other books include: 

The Hunter Chronicles: Frostbite, Dark Desires, Claimed By Magic, The Serpent’s Kiss, Twitch, Blood Moon Rising

 Ceasefire Series: The Devil You Know, The Devil's Playground, From Ashes and Embers

 Gods Reborn Series (Written with Anna Edwards): Beauty's War

Bullets & Bloodlust Series (Written with Abrianna Denae): Bloody Ties




Summer Stanton 

Summer Stanton loves three things: books, coffee, and writing. After spending years dreaming about being a writer she finally took the plunge. 

She loves pushing her limits and writing about things that are close to her heart. She tries to put as much real-world stuff into her work but enjoys being creative and taking liberties when she can. Her books are full of love, family, and strong friendships and mostly have happy for now endings. 

You can connect with Summer on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/summer.stanton246

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Cover Reveal: DATING GAMES by T.K. LEIGH

✮ ✮ ✮ COVER REVEAL!! ✮ ✮ ✮    

Dating Games, an all-new standalone Romantic Comedy by T.K. Leigh is releasing February 25th!



Pre-Order your copy today!

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Note to self: When your boyfriend dumps you on your thirtieth birthday, it’s probably not the smartest idea to drink so much that you wake up in the same bed as the mysterious hottie wearing the gorgeous suit who you noticed sitting across the bar. 

The only silver lining in my obvious lack of judgment is the promise of never seeing Mr. Suit again, not in a city the size of New York. 

Or so I thought, until a story I’m working on about the country’s most sought-after and elusive escort lands me in the same café as Mr. Suit. So I do what any self-respecting woman of my age would do in my shoes… Try to ignore him.

But he won’t let me.

Instead, he makes a proposition that leaves me questioning whether I need to have my ears checked. Be his fake girlfriend for a summer of wealth and excess in the Hamptons. In return, he’ll help me win back my boyfriend’s heart.

Juvenile? You bet. 
Effective? Could be.
Bad idea? Most likely.

But what do I have to lose? 
Apparently, a lot more than I originally bargained for.

Let the games begin...