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Friday, August 29, 2014

Wildcard: Volume One by Missy Johnson ~*~*~*~*~ Pre-Order Blitz & Giveaway




Title: Wildcard: Volume One
Series: Wildcard #1 
Author: Missy Johnson
Release Date: September 4, 2014


SYNOPSIS

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That's the number of women I've shagged in the last twelve months.

I'm Ryder Stevens.

Don't pretend you don't know me. I'm a god.

I'm hot, I'm British and I take what I want. I'm also the number one ranked tennis player in the world. But it's my off court antics that gain the most attention. I cruise through life, running from one scandal to the next. Hell I can't even take a piss without the world knowing about it.

Rules? Who gives a shit?

Rules are there to be broken and I'm the king of breaking them.

But even the king can be bought to his knees. I'm sidelined with an injury that changes everything. 

Maybe my life isn't so perfect after all...
 






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“Ryder, you’re becoming more well-known for your behaviour off court than your actual career. Do you have anything to comment on that?”

I raise my eyebrows at the reporter. Flashes from cameras are going off everywhere, as you’d expect in a post-match press conference—especially for a game I’d been very lucky to win.


“Not sure what you mean there, Stan,” I say, reading his nametag. It’s been less than two minutes, and I’m already sick of where this is going. “I came here to play tennis—that’s it. It’s a damn shame that reporters like yourself having nothing better to do than focus on what I do in my private time.”

“But is it private time when you’re out until three a.m. the night before a big match?” he persists.

I shrug, and wipe my mouth in an attempt to hide my smirk. “Players prepare for matches in different ways. I’m sure for some a good night’s sleep does the trick, but for me, I’ll take an evening of rough and sweaty sex over a quiet night any day of the week.” I ignore the glare of my manager, Matt, and nod at the next reporter.

“Ryder, do you think your pre-match actions showed disrespect for your opponent today?”

“How?” I fire back. “I treated the build-up to this match just the same as I would if I were playing Nadal or Federer. You all seem to want to focus on my life outside of the court. Does anyone here have any questions about my actual tennis?”

I cross my arms over my chest as Matt bows his head and sighs. A murmur rises through the crowd before someone puts their hand up. I nod, my eyes locking onto hers. She’s a pretty little thing with long, dark hair and stunning blue eyes. I can tell she’s feisty, and I find myself wondering if that attitude carries over into the bedroom.

“You play the number two ranked player in the world tomorrow, and your fellow countryman, Jason Dillard. Will you be having an early night tonight?” she asks. Her full, red lips curve into a grin, and I can feel myself harden.

I shift in my seat and lean forward, resting my elbows on the table in front of me. “Well, that depends.” I smirk.

“On what?”

“On whether or not you’ll give me your phone number.”





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Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she's a cat, a cat who thinks he's a dog...you get the picture).

When she's not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.



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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Officer Next Door (Lock and Key #1) by Ranae Rose *~*~*~*~* Blog Tour, Review & Giveaway

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Synopsis: How can anyone resist temptation when it’s right next door?

Riley County North Carolina has a lot to offer: coastal views as far as the eye can see, and men in uniform who are even more gorgeous. Home to the most notorious prison in the state, Alicia’s new hometown is crawling with men who carry their own handcuffs and know how to use them – like Officer Liam Alexander, her one and only neighbor. After catching him out of uniform, she can’t resist pausing to enjoy the show. When Liam’s Southern charm drives him across the property line, life gets hotter than the Carolina summer could possibly account for. Unfortunately, there’s a dark side to life in the coastal haven, even with an officer next door.

Coordinating special events at a historic – and supposedly haunted – plantation is enough to have Alicia questioning her senses and her sanity, but the spirits of the past take a backseat to a pair of escaped convicts who blaze a trail of mayhem across Riley County. Not even the most intense chemistry can survive the perils that make a sunny seaside town a dangerous place to be after dark … can it?

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Officer Next Door (Lock and Key #1) by Ranae Rose
Review by Theresa Esterline
Stars: 5

Mysterious, suspenseful, sexy, and complete with men in uniform! 

Great start to this new series by Ranae Rose. There are good ghosts, a somewhat friendly alligator, lots of hot men in uniform, and two murdering felons turned loose on the sleepy town of Riley, North Carolina. Whoops, I forgot the sassy friends, rescued dog, bridezillas, and I'm sure there is more I'm leaving out. I don't want to give away too much, so I'll just tell you a bit about the story...

Alicia is new the area, living quite a ways from town with only one close neighbor. One who doesn't close his bathroom curtains and the view is quite impressive. Except she always seems to be a clumsy, bumbling mess when she actually talks to him. Liam is the neighbor who also enjoys watching her shadow striptease behind her blinds each night. Once there is a break from the prison transport his protective instincts kick in high gear and then the sparks start flying high! You'll never guess who helps save our hero, but half will guess right at who breaks the felon's nose... Can't wait for the next one!

Favorite Passages: 
- She’d gotten home ten minutes ago and had banned herself from the kitchen, refusing to allow herself to spy on Liam’s after-work shower.
- Alicia was prepared to return him if a rightful owner showed up, but hoped one wouldn’t – she was already getting attached to him, even if he was a panty thief.
- And never, ever tuck your thumbs inside your fists – you’ll break them if you punch that way.”
- She didn’t always trip over things, though she probably had a fat chance of convincing him of that now.
- “Hey! Not all of us have to scheme to get female attention,”
- Bodies fitted so tightly together they might as well have been a lock and key.
- She shrugged. “Who cares? The handcuffs make up for it.”
- “Luck is just a step away from fate.”
- “Sometimes life takes a bad turn. And sometimes you get lucky. Fate – whatever you want to call it – takes over, and you live to do something stupid on another day.”

ExcerptOfficer Next Door (Lock and Key, #1) by Ranae Rose



The rising sun burnt on the Carolina horizon like a jewel, causing the tidal mist to light up like it’d been set on fire. It was the most gorgeous thing Alicia had ever seen, besides her naked neighbor. The sight of him stripping down lit up the morning like nothing else could – not even the extra-bold, extra-large cup of coffee she clutched as she stared through her kitchen window.
Everything about him was extra-large, too. She, however, was anything but bold.
She’d die if he knew she’d been watching him like this for the past three weeks, ever since she’d moved in. Guilt surged through her system just like her daily caffeine infusion, but that didn’t keep her from enjoying the display, all that taut muscle and bare skin.
Not even close.
“Good Lord,” she sighed, to no one but herself. DC seemed faraway already; the big city had disappeared in her rearview mirror weeks ago to be replaced by real Southern heat and charm, two things her new neighbor radiated in spades.
Not that she’d spoken to him much yet.
There’d been the occasional hello when they glimpsed each other outside, usually coming to or from work. That was it, mostly because the sight of him in uniform had a way of leaving her tongue-tied, silenced by the guilty pleasure that struck her every time she looked in his direction. She couldn’t so much as glance at him without thinking about that uniform coming off in slow motion, revealing his perfect body.
Maybe it was his fault for not closing the bathroom blinds, the ones that hung over the window directly across from the shower.
Or maybe it was her fault for enjoying the striptease with her morning coffee day after day, saying nothing.
Either way, she wasn’t complaining. Close-cropped dark hair, sun-tanned skin stretched over a six foot frame of solid muscle and an ass that appeared to be sculpted from granite, not to mention the amazing view when his back wasn’t to her: the vision had been seared into her memory, and it stayed with her even after he slung a towel around his hips and strolled out of the bathroom, disappearing from her view.
That was her cue to gulp down the rest of her coffee and pull herself together before she rushed to the Wisteria Plantation House. She’d been hired there as the special events coordinator, had moved and reshaped her life around the new job, though as she drained her coffee mug, swallowing the bitter grit that swirled at the bottom of the cup, she was so dazzled by what she’d just seen that it was sure to be a challenge just to coordinate her hair and makeup for the day, let alone an outfit.
Despite the sexually-charged fog her neighbor had left her in, she managed to brush on some cosmetic staples, twist her chestnut hair into a simple chignon and shed her robe, pulling on khaki pants and a purple blouse. As she dressed, she pretended that the brush of her own fingertips against her skin didn’t inspire imaginings of what it’d be like to feel her neighbor’s hands on her body. Lastly, she slipped on sandals, a pair with modest kitten heels that’d allow her to navigate Wisteria’s grounds without breaking an ankle.
Or so she thought. When she finally walked out the door with her purse slung over her shoulder and a travel mug in one hand, she tripped over the threshold and was launched forward through the muggy Carolina air.
She windmilled, dropping her handbag but – miracle of miracles – managing to maintain her grip on her coffee.
The mug was a fancy one that remained sealed until one pressed a button, freeing the flow of liquid within. As she bent to pick up her purse and then straightened, quickly smoothing her clothing, she realized that the anti-spill mug was the best twenty dollars she’d ever spent.
Heat flooded her cheeks as she said a silent prayer of gratitude for spill-proof technology. Her neighbor was standing on the front porch of his bungalow-style house, a cute place painted a shade of moss-green that blended right into the wooded backdrop. Judging by the way he stared, frowning in her direction, he’d seen everything.
“Are you all right?” His voice echoed across the few yards between them, sounding with a depth that sent a frisson racing down her spine.
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About Ranae Rose

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Ranae Rose is the best-selling author of more than twenty adult romances and counting. Originally from Maryland, she grew up the daughter of a US Marine and always wanted to be a writer. Today she lives on the US East Coast with her man in uniform, young children, German Shepherd dogs and overflowing bookshelves.
Her love affair with the romance genre began as a teen when a classmate handed her a romance comic book. Instantly hooked, she read them during class behind her textbooks and under her desk. She hasn’t looked back since.
When she’s not writing or reading, she enjoys things like good coffee, travel and fitness – especially pursuing her elusive goal of getting her husband to tap out on the jiu jitsu mats (no luck so far).

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Twice the Growl (Paranormal Dating Agency #1) by Milly Taiden ~*~*~*~ Pre Order Blitz

Twice the Growl
Paranormal Dating Agency
© Milly Taiden
Genre: Paranormal Menage 
Release Date 8/29/2014
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Talia Barca needs a date. Badly. She uses the services of the Paranormal Dating Agency hoping for a decent guy to take to a family wedding. A wedding her ex-husband has wormed his way into as a guest.
Connor and Theron want Tally to complete their Alpha triad. She's sexy, curvy and funny. But she's human. And they're not sure she'll go for a relationship with two men at the same time.
As if deciding to give two men a shot wasn’t difficult enough, Tally will also need to deal with a threat from the pack. She'll either prove she's strong enough to be an Alpha mate or find herself at the mercy of a vicious opponent.

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Talia Barca stared gloomily at her drink. How would she ever survive the next time she saw her ex-husband? The rat bastard.
“So what are you going to do?” her cousin, Nita Islas asked. The soft question broke through Tally’s misery.
“I don’t know,” she muttered and lifted her amaretto sour to her lips. She gripped the cold glass tightly so the shaking of her hand wouldn’t cause her to let it drop. Stupid nerves. There was no real reason to be nervous and yet she was.  So what that she hadn’t seen her ex in years. Her entire family had been invited to her cousin’s upcoming wedding, a wedding he’d also attend. That meant nothing. Okay, it did mean she had to see his dumbass again. To make matters worse, if she didn’t attend she’d look like she hadn’t gotten over him. How stupid was that when she’d been the one to put in for the divorce in the first place.
“Stop thinking so hard, babe.” Nita shrugged her shoulders. Her black, wide-neck top dove to the side and showed off a sparkly bra strap over golden brown skin. “I mean our entire family should know at this point that he was a jerk to you.”
“You already know they think it was miscommunication. Makes shit worse that he’s been great to most of them. That’s why they never really pushed him out of their circle.” She swallowed a gulp of her drink, draining what was left in the glass.
“If my parents weren’t traveling most of the year they’d support you too. This isn’t fair if you ask me. I mean the guy was a dick to you.”
A dick with a small dick. That’s what she’d called him once she’d given up on trying to make shit work. She sighed. An entire week near Paul of wedding festivities was not what she was looking forward to. He had a god-complex the size of Texas. It made no sense since he didn’t have the body or equipment to back that up. Not even something a person should be proud of. He was an all-star asshole.
“I’ll think of something.” Tally sighed. She’d better think of something ASAP or she’d have to decline attending and that would look even worse. She didn’t hide from shit, but Paul was one of those people that the mere thought of him gave her a headache.
Nita slapped her drink on the table with a thump. “What about Mrs. Wilder?”
“Gerri? My neighbor?”
“Yes!” Nita leaned forward. “Didn’t she tell you as we were walking out tonight that she’s running her business from her apartment in your building?” Nita’s brown eyes widened with excitement. “If I recall, she said it’s a matchmaking or dating service or something like that.”
Tally frowned and swept a long black curl behind her ear, trying to remember the conversation. Mrs. Wilder was her older neighbor from across the hall and a lot of fun. They were the only two on her floor and so Tally visited the older woman quite often. The reason was more so she wouldn’t feel alone than Mrs. Wilder being old. Tally didn’t really get along with her family thanks to asshole Paul. Now her days were either spent with Nita or Mrs. Wilder. The older neighbor always had a ton of male visitors. She came from a huge family and she’d mentioned some of her grandsons would be moving in to the building in the next few weeks. 
“She did say something like that,” Tally mused.
“Well, there you go!” Nita passed her empty glass to the waitress, grabbed a fresh one and lifted it to her lips. “Problem solved.”
Maybe. Or maybe she’d be in deeper shit if she allowed the elderly woman to mess with her personal life. When it came to men, Tally had some seriously sucky luck. She glanced around the bar that was located a few blocks from her building. The crowd was younger than she cared to be surrounded with, but in a college town, it was bound to happen. At thirty-two, she’d started to feel like a miserable old lady surrounded by hot young men. She didn’t see how her personal life could get any better.
“You need to talk to more men,” Nita said as if reading her mind.
“I’m too old for dating,” she grumbled but smiled at the waitress who’d given her a new drink. “I’m about to get my cat lady starter kit any day now. Men are too much work.”
Nita laughed. “You’re insane. You’re gorgeous! What the heck would possess you to say you’re too old? Thirty is young!”
“Thirty-two.”
Nita rolled her eyes. “It isn’t like you’re ninety.”
“Sure feels like it,” she whispered with the drink by her lips. She winced at how strong it was. Apparently the waitress felt she needed more than her usual dose of liquor. Tally had to agree. She needed a damn miracle.
“All you have to do is stop dating the wrong men,” Nita stated matter-of-factly.
She pinned Nita with a glare. “I thought that’s what I was already doing. I mean I work at a damn lawyer’s office. I don’t date any of those assholes. But why is it that when I meet what seems to be a nice, decent man, he turns out to be some kind of double bastard with a side of dickhead?”
Nita’s brows curved up. “Wearing a suit to work doesn’t mean you should live in one. Cut loose, woman!” She exhaled loudly and pointed a red-tipped fingernail at Tally. “You need to get laid properly.”
“Shush!” She glanced around the bar. A couple of the younger guys threw winks in their direction. Flames of embarrassment heated her cheeks. “You’re going to get us kicked out of here.”
Nita giggled. “What I’d like is to get you hooked up.”
“I’d settle for a date.”
Nita shook her head. “No. We need drastic measures here. You need to get laid.”
“Nita!” She gasped, covering the side of her face with her hand. “Shut up! You make me sound like a desperate cougar.”
“Aw come on, Tally. I hate that you have to worry about a date for a family function. You’re such a wonderful woman. This isn’t something you should be stressing. You should be kicking men out of your door every night.”
Right. Because she was such a wild one. Not. With her black-framed glasses, unruly, curly hair, larger than most women curves, and somewhat bitchy personality, she didn’t really see herself as a femme fatale.
“I think you’ve had too many of those drinks.” Tally smiled and patted Nita’s hand. “I’ll figure something out. I might ask Mrs. Wilder for some help. Who knows? Maybe she can succeed where I haven’t.”
“I like Mrs. Wilder. I don’t care that she can probably chew me into little pieces even at her old age.” Nita scrunched her nose. She twirled the small straw in her glass in circles. “It’s a good thing she likes you, and therefore me by default, because I have heard some crazy stuff about those shifters.”
Tally knew Mrs. Wilder wasn’t your regular granny, but she was such a sweetheart. And she was someone she could share her cake addiction with. They took turns baking different things and sharing with each other. It’s what fed Tally’s chocolate urges and kept her with way too many curves to count.
“Yeah.” Tally sucked down a gulp from her new drink. “Who would’ve thought that I’d become such good friends with a shifter granny.”
Nita grinned. “Why wouldn’t you? She’s sorta bitchy, like you.”
“Gee, thanks,” she said drily.
“It’s a compliment. I’m so tired of these bubbly women that are fake about how they feel. Feel bitchy? Be bitchy.” Nita picked up her glass and pointed to Tally. “This world is filled with too many fake people. You’re not trying to be a copy of anyone, Tally. That’s why I love you. You’re always going to be an original.”
Tally grinned. Clinked glasses with Nita and sipped her drink. “Thanks. So far that hasn’t really brought anything good into my life.”
“It will,” Nita assured her. “Go visit Mrs. Wilder and for once tell her you need help. It’s not the end of the world to admit to needing a man.”
Tally chuckled. “I don’t need a man. Not really. I need someone to be my date for the week from hell.”
Nita shrugged and motioned the waitress for the check. “Maybe Mrs. Wilder will hook you up.” She gasped. “Oh, my gosh! What if she hooks you up with one of those scorching shifters she has visiting her all the time?”
“Now that would be something to celebrate.” Tally giggled. “They are so sexy.  She told me she has anything from bears, to wolves, to big cats.”
“Wow.” Nita sighed. “Bears and big cats. I used to have a best friend who was a bear.”
“Really? When?”
Nita pursed her lips. “When we lived near the mountains for dad’s job with the fish and wildlife department.”
“Was this before you all came back here?”
Nita nodded. “Yeah. We were sophomores in high school. He was so cute with his glasses and almost too innocent face. I told him everything.”
“What happened?”
“My family came back here. I loved coming back here after all the years on the road, but that meant my bear friend was left behind. He and I lost touch,” Nita said softly.
Tally pulled out one of the many cards Mrs. Wilder had shoved in her hand every time she went over to visit. “Here you go. Why don’t you sign up and see what she can get you?”
Nita stared at the clear business card in awe. “Do you really think she can set me up with one of her shifters?”
“Check out the fine print. She’s made me read it more than once. She will set you up with whoever she deems to be the right man for you.” She read the tiny words on the back of the card and adjusted her glasses. “So, you’re pretty much guaranteed a man. I haven’t seen a single bad looking one yet.”
“You have to do it, Tally.” Nita blinked wide excited eyes at her. “I need to know what she does. You’re in need of a date. This really is the perfect solution.”
Tally sighed. “At least you’re not suggesting those other websites that find your ‘perfect’ someone.”
Nita blinked once. Twice. Then burst into giggles. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny after your last episode.”
Tally clenched her teeth. She hated that her mother, of all people, had bought her a membership to a dating site that promised to find her soul mate. She swore that every man they sent her way had to have been rejected by every other woman. There was no way that her soul mate was really a forty-five year old man with seven kids, who lived with his mother, had no teeth and worked a maximum of ten hours a week. No way.



Author Bio

Hi! I'm Milly Taiden (AKA April Angel). I love to write sexy stories. They're usually either paranormal or contemporary with a large dose of heat. My paranormal stories can be anything from wolf-shifters (my favorites) to witches, demons and anything in between. My contemporaries are usually anything from soldiers to corporate romances.
I was born the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. Currently, I live in New York City with my hubby, the bossy kiddo and our little dog "Needy Speedy". Don't ask.
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Saturday, August 23, 2014

No Ordinary Bloke by Mary Whitney ~*~*~*~*~ Blog Tour & Review

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No Ordinary Bloke

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Synopsis

I’m not a philosophical kind of bloke, but I know something about luck. A childhood on the wrong side of advantage will teach you that. It’s all a matter of chance. It’s both your circumstances and the chances you take. So I've always been a gambler and a ladies man — they love me and I love them. Now I've found one like no other — an American, Allison Wright. When I met her, the fates were on my side, but too soon I learned the odds were against me.
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“Oh, that sounds great. Let’s do that.” She looked down at her jeans. “Only if we’re biking, I’d like to change into shorts. It’s getting pretty warm. Don’t they have a winter out here?” “Not too much of one.” I smiled. “Let’s go back to my hotel room, and we can both change.” “Your hotel room?” she said, raising a brow. “Yes, my hotel room. Much better than a dodgy public bathroom or diving into the bathroom of a café. And I’d like to change myself.” “Okay…” She smiled. “It’s just the phrase ‘let’s go back to my hotel room’ seems a little loaded.” Without another word, I gently placed both of my hands on her cheeks and leaned down to look her in the eye. “You’ve put a spell on me, and it seems you understand there’s nothing more I’d like than to get you alone in a hotel room. And just to make it abundantly clear, there are things I’d like to do to you that I’m sure would have you moaning beneath me. Having you say my name as I pleasure you would be ecstasy enough for me. All of that said, I think I can restrain myself long enough for you to change your clothes in peace so we can go for a bloody bike ride. Okay?” Her mouth dropped yet again. It was her expression of speechlessness. After a moment, she squeaked, “Okay.” I withdrew my hands from her face and smiled. “Good. I’m glad we have that cleared up.” “Yeah, me too,” she said warily.

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No Ordinary Bloke by Mary Whitney
Review by Wennie Conedy
Stars: 5

David Bates is one smooth charmer. Glib, witty, accomplished world traveler, this smooth talking Englishman liked women, I mean, he really really likes women. He never thought he could fall for anyone; until he met a certain American redhead by the name of Allison Wright. Thinking he could charm his way into her good graces, David quickly finds out that Allison is unlike any woman he had been with before. Will he successfully find his way into her … er, life?
I totally fell for the charming David Bates. I fell for his charm; I fell for his wit, I fell for his dogged strategic pursuit of Allison. Yes, it was strategic.The tactics he applied in his pursuit of Allison reminded me of high powered negotiations. He knew when to approach and offer, and he knew when to withdraw and wait. He planned every encounter and he carefully thought out how to react to her so as not to scare her away. His forthright way of declaring his intentions was charming and quite effective, that is, until his past caught up to his present.
As for Allison, I liked her. I mean, I realize that she is quite naïve and in the same vein that I wanted to shake the hardheadedness out of David, I wanted to shake the naivety out of Allison. She was a high-ranking employee in the HR department, and she couldn’t see when she was being played? That was one part of her character that was hard to grasp. But I do admire her strong moral compass and wish that there were more people like her.
Mary Whitney created a story that is charming, witty and hard to put down. Flawed or not, Mary’s characters stayed true to form, and were consistent throughout the book, including the secondary characters, some of whom make only quick, but very memorable appearances. The story’s pacing is quick, and the scenes move along crisply.
It’s quite refreshing to read a book from the male protagonist’s point of view. David’s voice is consistent throughout the book. David had certain scenes where it would have been easy for the author to fall into the trap of exploiting the emotional aspect of the scene. I am so happy to say that Mary Whitney refrained from doing so, and truly kept the David’s emotional responses true to his character.
It was bittersweet for me as I approached the end of the book, but I loved to see how David matured, yet part of him remained the same raunchy, randy and sexy man that he is.

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Mary Whitney blames Laura Ingalls Wilder and Margaret Mitchell for her obsession with romance novels. At an early age, Mary fell in love with the Little House series and its dreamy hero, Almanzo Wilder, who only wanted Laura to be Laura. Like many women, Mary later graduated to the ultimate, tall and dark bad boy, Rhett Butler, who loved Scarlett despite her flaws.
Mary has lived around the U.S., and after a first career in the non-profit world and politics, she's settled in Northern California with her husband and daughters. She spends her days writing characters she hopes somehow capture the romance of Rhett and Scarlett and Almanzo and Laura. She's a firm believer in what Rhett says to Scarlett: "You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.
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Thursday, August 21, 2014

RESISTANCE (Bloodlines #3) by K. Larsen ~*~*~*~ Blog Tour and Review

 RESISTANCE (Bloodlines #3)
(Sawyer's Story, Releasing Late 2014)
SYNOPSIS
My name is Sawyer Crown, I own Bloodlines Tattoo Parlor, despise drama, and have a penchant for broken women. It's a habit I intend to kick.
The arrangement had been simple. Clara and I sleep together if and when we wanted too. We were always best friends first. We raised Allie together with love. Four years into it did people assume we were married- yes. Did people assume I was Allie's father- sure. Did I love every second of that- most definitely.
Then my world exploded. Clara left me. Moved on. I'm supposed to too. I just haven’t figured the moving on part out quite yet. The heart wants what it wants right? Or maybe the mind want what it wants for the heart. All of those scenarios are bullshit though. Clara went for the gold. She carved out the happiness she needed, wanted.
Now it’s my turn.
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RESISTANCE (Bloodlines #3) by K. Larsen
Review by Angela
Stars: 5 

This is a contemporary-romantic-suspense book, the third book in The Bloodlines Series. This can be read as a stand alone, but I advise reading the first two books, this does pick up from the previous book Objective. K. Larsen supplies enough details you will understand the story, either way. I recommend this book for adults only. After reading the first two books I was anxious to see where life takes Sawyer and this story is all about him, his journey, from his point of view. Awesome... there is no other word for this story. I was addicted at "I adjust myself..." you are so cruel K... cruel I say. Pepper, is one fortunate girl, but she deserves it. I can not wait to find out what comes next. And I must add this book supports not drinking and driving. Thanks K.

This is Sawyers highly awaited story. Sawyer is the owner of Bloodlines Tattoo Parlor, daddy to Allie, with a stamp on his forehead... broken women please apply. He is trying desperately to stay away from turmoil. Somehow it seems to follow him. People change, relationships change, sometimes there is nothing you can do to stop it. Clara, she was his best friend, his lover, and the mother to the child he is helping raise. All those years down the drain, she up and left him, broken and alone. Well she got the happily ever after, something he wants, no deserves, the only problem is he wants her. A night of pleasure could be what he needs, maybe. Sawyer is in for a surprise the day Pepper Phillips brings him to his knees. Can she be the one to help him to get over Clara? Or is she everything he is trying so hard to stay away from?

favorite passages:
"Good Lord, this woman is going to kill me."
"I wish it was me whom made her look like that, feel like that, but it's not and I've accepted that... kind of."
"The whole day is poison to my soul." <3
"I am the motherfu*king king of the world right now."
"She's bossy. I like it."
"She's so broken."
"My mom says I'm full of sass."
"Ah I see. Mommy porn," I retorted.
"I am doing the biggest fist pump ever on the inside right now."
"I've been cockblocked, turned on, shot down, and offended by someone who's supposed to be a friend."
"I know and she can sense that I'm about to call bullsh*t."
"It doesn't change your soul."
"Tell me a truth," I say quietly as I bring her hand up to my mouth and gently kiss the inside of her wrist."
"You are the lightness to my dark."
"Dancing. Now, shh, don't be a moment ruiner."
"My heart, that mass of scarred tissue, beats." <3
"Lucky is an understatement. What he's given me, it is more than luck."


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OBJECTIVE (Bloodlines #2)
SYNOPSIS
My story started out cliché, good girl falls for bad boy, but one wrong move changed all that. Turns out the good girl doesn’t save the bad boy. My story goes from cliché to risqué to mind blowing. My story is different from all the others because the events of my story led me to one thing...my objective.
Remembering him comes in dreams and flashbacks that I can't control. I tell myself it’s time to let go...but moving on from him is impossible when I still see our lives in my head. 
When you kill your soul mate you don’t ever really recover. 
A year of trying to forget or rather move past it has taught me that you can't. Its an impossibility to move on from that kind of horrific form of betrayal. If you you’re too selfish or scared for suicide, like me, you learn to wake up every morning and follow routine. One foot in front of the other, day after day. 
Hollow. Lifeless. Haunted. Loving him was like the sun on a summer day. Living without him is like slowly burning to death. Torture.
A Bloodlines Novel. 
*Note Tug of War is the 1st in the Bloodlines books, each book can be read as a stand alone book.*
goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19366566-objective
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/objective-k-larsen/1118968553?ean=2940149572366
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JDZNGBS
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/415093
Praise:
"I think this will definitely be a must read. K. Larsen has hit it out of the park with this little twisted story of Magnolia/Cypress. 5 Stars" -Author R.L. Griffin
"Edgy, raw, intriguing, captivating...an absolute must read. One. Two. Three. Breathe. Four. Five. Six. ~5~ Truth or Lie? ~Adapt or die~ Stars"- Book Crush Book Blog
" This story deserve 5 stars, if not more, and I cant wait to get my hands on the next book by Ms. Larsen."-This Redhead LOVES Books Blog
"Myyyy godddd. This book is everything I love wrapped up in one amazing little package. It's got suspense, mystery, and some super crazy twists. It was one of the hardest books to put down that I've read in a LONG time." - I'll Be Reading Book Blog
"Wow, one of my favorites this year. A real page turner ...." -Magic Within The Pages Book Blog Trailer:
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MEET THE AUTHOR
I have a weird addiction to goat cheese and chocolate martinis, not together though.
I adore my dog. He is the most awesome snuggledoo in the history of dogs.
 Seriously.
I hate dirty dishes.
I like sarcasm and funny people.
I should probably be running right now... because of the goat cheese....and stuff.
I've been told I'm the mistress of Snark. I like that.
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/K.LarsenAuthor
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/klarsen_author
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6871141.K_Larsen
Website
http://ferrarik.wix.com/klarsen
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TUG OF WAR (Bloodlines #1)
Impulsive, YES. Irresponsible, SURE. Necessary, PROBABLY. Going to end badly, most likely. Does any of that matter to me, no. I decided that I can't please everyone so this week my only goal is to please me. I’m a selfish cow but I can’t seem to help it. I’m Clara Lord. I own Bloodline’s Tattoo Parlor, have a filthy mouth, no filter and a really strong objection to bossy idiots, pet names and wealthy men.
You will hate me, love me or love to hate me but either way it doesn’t matter. Everything I touch turns to crap and it’s all my fault. See, I lived through hell. Then I escaped hell and carefully spent the next eight years crafting a perfect little life until Domini Napoli screwed it all up. Now nothings right. Everything’s wrong and all my secrets are coming out.
Goodreads
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17858831-tug-of-war?from_search=true
Tug Of War has been voted:
Top 3 of 2013 list from Book Junkie Girls
Top 10 of 2013 from For The Love Of Books
Top 13 of 2013 List from I'll Be Reading
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Buy Links
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Tug-War-K-Larsen-ebook/dp/B00G5YGFKY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1383926397&sr=8-1&keywords=tug+of+war+k+larsen
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/tug-of-war-k-larsen/1116995385?ean=2940045289184
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/tug-of-war-12
Smashwords:
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/360582
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TARGET 84 (Bloodlines #4)
(Bentley's Story, Releasing Early 2015)
SYNOPSIS
My first kill was at sixteen. One might think that’s young but I'd been trained for two years before I was allowed to execute a human target on my own. I won’t ever forget him. Jackson Manning was testifying in a human trafficking case and someone didn’t want him to be heard.  I'd been sloppy and careless, but excited and if I'm honest, a little turned on too. I’d found myself rather curious staring at his unmoving body. I’d been scolded for my carelessness but it didn’t matter. I’d had a taste of the real thing and I thirsted for more. My desire, my obsession took on a new form that day. It wasn’t a goal I was working towards anymore, it was tangible now. 
It is my life.
I am an assassin. I don't know my targets or why they're targeted. I am commissioned to kill without question and I am paid grandly for the service I provide. I get a text with a name and an address. I watch them. I wait. I become who I need to be. I seduce them if necessary to get close enough to execute. 
I love my job, or  loved my job. Everything changed when I was assigned: ATF Agent Bentley James, last known location Christiansburg, VA.
                                    Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20554970-target-84
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