Saturday, May 31, 2014

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Friday, May 30, 2014

Cover reveal! The Innocent Assassins by Pema Donyo

The Innocent Assassins by Pema Donyo
PUBLISHER: Astraea Press
RELEASE DATE: June 24 2014
GENRES: New Adult, Romantic suspense, contemporary, romance

First comes love, then comes murder.


There are three rules to staying an assassin at the corporation of Covert Operatives: (1) your parents must be deceased, (2) your contracts must remain confidential, and (3) you must be under the age of eighteen.

After a murder mission goes awry a month before her eighteenth birthday, Covert Operatives assassin Jane Lu finds herself caught by the federal government and forced to spy for the CIA while remaining in Covert Operatives. Once her spying mission is over, she will be allowed to live a civilian life without facing criminal consequences—a life she’s only dreamed of having.

As Jane leaks information to the CIA, she uncovers secrets with enough power to both destroy Covert Operatives and her own boyfriend, Adrian King, who’s next in line to be CEO of the company. When her identity as a double agent for the CIA is discovered within Covert Operatives, she must decide where her allegiance, and her heart, truly lies.


Rough cloth slid across my face and pulled down against my shoulders. I screamed. Someone yanked my wrists behind my back and tied them together with coarse rope. Another set of hands bound my legs. How many were there?

I struggled to make contact with a body, swerving from side to side with wild abandon in spite of my inability to see anything. What worried me most weren’t the people trapping my body or the sudden needle injected into my neck which slowed my thoughts and faded away my consciousness.

It was the voice next to my ear—cold, hard, and determined.

“You’re right on time,” Adrian whispered.


Freezing ice water snapped my eyes open.

I blinked away the unconscious haze, my hair and face dripping from the unwelcome drench. The first thing I noticed was the boardroom, similar to the ones I negotiated contracts in. But there was no contract here—only a long, empty rectangular table and looming executives and agents on either side.

In front of me stood Adrian, his expression unreadable as he studied me.

“I tried to stop you.” His voice reminded me of the cold water dripping from my clothes. “I warned you.”

“By hiring assassins to scare me? I thought you knew me better. Nothing scares me.”

“Death should.”

“You know I never wanted to be…” I swallowed hard. “This.”

“I changed Covert Operatives for you.” Emotion leaked into his voice, brimming with frustration. “I tried to give you what you wanted.”

“And force others against their will to work for CO their entire life?” I spat. “I think not.”

“When did you switch sides?”

“When I was arrested, Adrian. It was after our mission went wrong. The CIA gave me a choice. Go to prison and face the death sentence or work for them.”

He gritted his teeth. “The CIA? You’re afraid of the CIA? You know as well as I do CO can keep you away from them. I can keep you away from them.”

I glared at him. “And hide away for the rest of my life?”

His shoulders stiffened. “No one would be hiding.”

“I want a life removed from murder. The CO job was always temporary! It was never what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.” I averted my gaze. “Don’t you know there’s only one way this can possibly end? Kill me or let me go.”


Pema Donyo is a coffee-fueled college student by day and a creative writer by night. She currently lives in sunny Southern California, where any temperature less than 70 degrees is freezing and flip-flops never go out of season. While she may never be a member of Covert Operatives, for now she's pretty content being a student at Claremont McKenna College. She’s still working on mastering that delicate balance between finishing homework, meeting publisher deadlines, and… college.  Catch up with her latest release information or writerly musings on her blog. 


Thursday, May 29, 2014

Review: Hanna, Hanna, One-and-Two by Myndi Shafer

Hanna, Hanna, One-and-Two by Myndi Shafer

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Story Rating: 4 out of 5


Hanna, Hanna, One and Two, is a book that has been written in a way a story is supposed to be written and has a lot going for it. Myndi Shafer did an excellent job on this one, even if she did want to quit. Thanks to her husband, she made this book a winner.

It starts off kind off slow, but once you keep at it, oh baby!! Its hard to put down. It's a love story, action packed, suspence driven, dystopian novel everyone is crazy about reading these days. You will come to not understanding Hanna, hate her for what she decides to do, then just love her for why she sacraficed herself to save a corrupt and messed up world that you will read about and hate. You'll stay awake at night thinking, what's going to happen next until you get to the end.

I do hope there will be a second and/or third books to this in the works because I would love to know what happens in this next life of Hanna's and her old/new guy, Nat, she loved/will love. All in all, a book you don't want to sleep on or put down once you get into it.

Great work Mrs. Shafer!

Reviewed by Detra Warfield

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

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Cover reveal! Walk With Me by Kaitlyn Stone

Since childhood, Kaitlyn Stone has gravitated toward fairy tales and happily-ever-after's, forever chasing the first love dragon. She is a self-professed adventure junkie, constantly talking her husband and family into some new life adventure, where they’ve learned to just buckle up for the exciting ride. When they do stay home, it’s in sunny Southern California located along the Pacific Ocean.


What dictates the path in life we take and who we choose to walk with?

After escaping her abusive parents, nineteen-year-old Kenna Sloane is determined to create an independent life, free of emotional distraction. The last thing this focused college student wants is a relationship, especially with a hot rookie cop popular with the badge bunnies.

When Kenna reluctantly agrees to a double date with Santa Monica cop Donovan Alexander, she’s launched on an exciting and dangerous journey. With time, she discovers some souls are instinctively drawn together to quiet the pain of their traumatic pasts. But even after the revelation of Donovan’s own secret burden, Kenna continues to battle the fear she may be too broken for her modern day knight in blue.
Can Kenna open her heart to the healing light of true love before peril strikes?

Title of book: Walk with Me
Series name: The Thin Blue Thread Series
Author: Kaitlyn Stone
Publisher: Bookstrand Romance
Total number of computer word count: Approximately - 80,000
Genre: Contemporary New Adult (Steamy)


It’s midnight, the day after my eighteenth birthday, and I’m escaping from my life of oppression and pain. With only the fear of being caught and dragged back to my cell of a life, I’m shortening the gap between what I know and the undiscovered world ahead.
The August air whips across my face and through the loose strands of my pulled-back hair. My internal will to survive, fueled by adrenaline, propels me forward into the night with no feeling of cold or discomfort. The wind stings my eyes and they begin to tear, blurring my vision as I sprint along the walking path between the condos and boat slips in the Marina, one foot in front of the other pounding the pavement. Thump, thump, thump. The same beat of my excited heart.
After two blocks I realize they’re not chasing after me. I slow to a fast walk, scanning the area ahead and behind me. My chest is heaving as I try to catch my breath and regain my thoughts, but I’m not tired. I could run for miles if I need to, and I will fight tonight to protect myself and my freedom.
I sweep the area one more time before ducking into the shadows of the next condo complex. Catching my breath, I lean against the wall of the entrance, pull out my pay-as-you-go cell phone, and call Danielle and her mom—my lifeline, my ride to freedom. This is it. I pace nervously under the cover of night, still on high alert, and wait for the transportation to my new life. Pumped from the adrenaline surge, my thoughts are spinning and making me dizzy, but assuredly I won’t be coming back here anytime soon, if ever. 


He clutches my hand and pulls me into the dining room and onto the dance floor. A slow song is now playing and couples are clinging to one another. My heart flutters with nerves. The first dance between a couple can be as intimate as the first kiss.
With confidence driving his actions, Donovan takes me in his arms and pulls me by the waist close to his body. The instant closeness changes my heart from a flutter to a steady drumming. Like I’m wrapped in a cocoon of Donovan, the rest of the dancers fade away and the loud music is subdued to my ears. My hands rest on his chest as we sway to the music in our secluded world. I’m reminded of our first meeting at the coffeehouse and how he made me feel the same way, like I was the only one in the room.
Donovan reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before grazing his finger around my bare earlobe and down my neck. The touch sends electricity right to the ends of my fingertips. He lowers his lips to my ear. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”
I blush at his words. The other guys I go out with never compliment me, at least like Donovan. I never expect the compliments and they never offer. I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend and they weren’t looking for a girlfriend, so there was no need to court me or try to win me over.
“I think you may have said something like that earlier.” I focus on his lapel, stroking the smooth material between my fingers with a smile blooming on my lips like a flower that’s been deprived of the sun for years.
Donovan lifts my chin with his index finger to meet his eyes. “A girl as beautiful as you deserves to hear it again.”
I drink in his words, trying to quench my thirst, and lay my head against his strong chest. I exhale with pure contentment as Donovan enfolds me once again in a protective embrace and we sway rhythmically to the music.

“Pine is good to get the fire started or for short periods of time because it catches and burns quickly. It burns hot and fast. Oak is a denser wood—a more complex wood. You choose oak when you want a fire that lasts longer. It’s a little harder to get oak started. It takes patience and care in the beginning. But once it gets started, it just takes a little oxygen to ignite it and it can burn into the night.” He answers in a reticent tone, but somehow I think he may be talking about more than wood.
I’m staring at the flames and the multitude of colors when Donovan reaches his hand up to my face and brushes my hair back behind my shoulder. The warmth of his fingers burns into my skin and instinctively my face turns toward him. When I look into his eyes humor is absent, only passion remains. “You are so beautiful.” Without breaking eye contact he leans toward me for a kiss.
I close my eyes when his soft, warm lips touch mine and I exhale with a slight whimper. This sound fuels his momentum and he quickly deepens the kiss. With Donovan’s support, I lay down to the floor and he moves closer to my side, stretching out next to me with his torso over mine. He pulls his face back. “You keep surprising me, Kenna. Tonight has been fun. It’s not easy to find someone so sexy, so smart, and so funny. I think we’re connecting on so many levels and I’m developing very strong feelings for you already. Plus, you looked really good in your ‘bikini.’”
I say nothing in return, but he doesn’t wait for a response because he leans back down and covers my smile with his mouth and we begin kissing again. I don’t respond with words but my lips and body speak for me. My breath becomes ragged, matching his, and my hands wander over his chest, arms and back.
When I can’t take the heat building within me any longer, I sit up, pulling Donovan with me, rip my sweatshirt off, throw it to the side, then start for the hem of his. Understanding my intent, Donovan helps my shaking hands do their job dragging his shirt off. I drop my gaze to his hard muscles and reach up with one hand trailing my trembling fingers along his smattering of chest hair. I kneel up and straddle his lap, now using both hands, tracing his shoulders and arms. Donovan leans back with his hands and arms extended behind him, giving me full access to his upper body. So open and vulnerable.
My eyes catch the ripple from his six-pack and I skim my fingers quickly down to my new target. Using both hands, I let my index fingers cascade slowly down his stomach from his chest to the waistband of his pajama bottoms. I can feel him growing harder under me and I look up into his half-hooded eyes.
That’s it—game on.

Dropping his hands from my arms, Donovan gestures his hand around the room. “This is where I come to get away and lose myself or to just think. I can work out here for hours. There’s something about working with your hands” - he flashes me a devilish grin, grabbing at my waist and pulling me into him - “that clears the mind.”
I yelp at his manhandling and giggle trying to squirm out of his hold. Donovan at first tightens his grip on me, smiling salaciously, but then with a wicked glint in his eyes his posture changes and he starts tickling me on the sides. “No! Stop it!” I screech. But he continues his pleasurable torment, working one hand down to the back of my thigh. “Donovan! Please stop. I can’t take it. I’m going to pee my pants.” With my final plea he drops his hands.
We stand quietly facing each other, chests heaving from the short burst of excitement. With a wild gleam in his eyes, Donovan leans down and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Donovan Alexander!” I scream in protest. “You put me down!” He ignores my demand and carries me out of the workshop and over next door.
“You’re so cute when you get all indignant. You want down?” he says and slowly lowers me to the floor inside his bachelor pad. I’m standing facing him with my body pressed against his. His eyes are searing into mine and his hands are securing me in place at the waist. My chest is rising and falling with deep, steady breaths and moisture and heat are building between my thighs. I’m so turned on by his caveman gesture of dragging me back to his den against my will. At this moment I want him to take me. A primal need exists deep within my body for Donovan to bury himself inside me and quite the dull ache that’s been building in my groin since the first day I’ve laid eyes on him.
There is no denying the raw sexual attraction to Donovan. And this is one area I can tell he isn’t passive about—sex. In public he is the perfect gentleman, so polite and respectful. But behind closed doors I bet an alter ego exists. He is commanding, passionate, and insatiable. I don’t know what makes me think this with my limited experience, but something tells me he is going to be the same in bed and I don’t know if I can wait any longer to test my theory. My self-control is waning after a delicious dinner with this perfect man and his perfect TV family. If he wanted to take me right here and now, it would be the dream ending to the evening.

I shift my body to face Donovan squarely. My eyes soften in sadness. He scans my face with tightness in his troubled eyes and a turned-down mouth. “I was worried you would lose respect for me once you learned of my secret and maybe even decide to move on,” Donovan admits.
How could he think I would move on because of this secret? If anyone should be running, it’s him. I’m damaged goods. I’ve built walls around me so high I’m starting to wither from the constant shadow cast on my being. But Donovan has already helped me break through some of my walls and I’m being drawn toward the sliver of steady light streaming in that is him. We are both injured souls from our pasts. Maybe together we can help heal each other and walk hand in hand toward the happiness that we both deserve.
“Donovan, I’m falling for you, too,” I declare with certainty. “And it scares me, but your honesty and trust with your secret make me feel like we are both starting at an equally vulnerable place and only good things can come from this point forward.”
Donovan gives me a half smile, zeroing in on his target of my lips. We lean toward each other with electrifying passion, pouring our unrestricted feelings into a kiss that never ends. He guides our bodies down to his bed and adjusts his torso over mine. The intensity of the kiss increases and we are all lips and tongue and teeth everywhere.

He drops his mouth to my neck and grazes his teeth on my ear. “I have needed this, I have needed you and I didn’t even know it until you came in to my life.” Donovan crushes his mouth to mine, forcing a moan deep from my throat. He teases my tongue with his and lets out a guttural growl as his hands start to wander down my shoulder to my waist and slowly back up to my breast. I arch my breast into his palm, begging for more of his touch. I hitch my leg over his, digging my hip into his side, feeling his hardened length against my thigh. I whimper from the tightening and pulling in my groin and begin grabbing at fistfuls of his shirt, trying to pull him closer to my body.
Donovan responds to my need for him to be closer by dropping his chest on mine with the support of one elbow and moving his hand from my breast to my hip and thigh hitched over his leg. He cups my ass and pulls it closer to his side, grinding me on his leg. The sensation from the friction of my jeans over my underwear is building and I moan and whimper louder and more frequently into his mouth. Donovan releases his grip on my ass and pulls me by the waist flat on top of him.
I betray my body, reaching behind me, taking a hold of Donovan’s hands, pulling them off me and up next to our heads, interlacing our fingers. I slow the kissing and steady the rocking. I pull my face back slightly and we smile at each other, basking in the afterglow of such passion. I think we both know how amazing it’s going to be when I completely surrender to him. But after hearing his confession I now want to wait—to make it special. This is different than with any of the other guys I’ve ever been with, and I want my first time with Donovan to be magical. This is going to be more than amazing sex. I can see that now. This is going to be the merging of our bodies, our minds, and our souls.

I look in to his half-hooded eyes and drop my lips to just a fraction above his. He opens his lips slightly and I mimic the action of kissing him but don’t actually touch his lips. The magnetic or electric pull between us is palpable. The further I pull back it wanes, but hovering my lips just over his builds in sensation. It’s like two magnets coming close together. I love this feeling—the building in intensity with each swipe of my lips close to his but not actually touching.
Donovan pulls his hands from mine and grabs the sides of my head, pulling me into him, crashing his mouth on mine, and detonating an explosive kiss that sends me reeling into outer space. Without breaking our kiss, he rolls me over on to my back, taking back control. I submit to him because I trust him. He must sense this because he slows the kiss and eventually stops by laying his forehead to mine as we catch our breath. He pulls his lips back from mine and swipes away the hair from my face, planting gentle kisses all over my lips, jaw, and neck.  I feel like we have just shared in something liberating for both our souls and we can now walk hand in hand toward that healing light.

“Now, that’s not fair. How can someone look so unbelievably hot in just my T-shirt and boxer briefs?” He makes me blush, which is not easy to do. He saunters over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, letting his hands slowly wander down the back of the boxers. Grazing my backside with both hands, Donovan gently grabs a handful. “These look so damn sexy on you. Forget about Victoria’s Secret.”
“I may have to steal these to wear at home,” I say. “I like the way the shirt smells of you.” I lift the collar, taking a whiff.
“Really? They’re clean.”
“I know I can smell the laundry soap, but I can also smell your scent on it.”
“Hmm. Something about that is sexy, too. Okay, you can take the shirt home, but we’ll keep these boxers here for you when you sleep over. Deal?” Donovan says, squeezing my bottom. “Now let’s get this cute little ass of yours into my bed.”
I giggle and pause at the foot of the bed. “Wait. What side do you sleep on?”
He points to the right side, furthest from the door. “I sleep on that side.” Which makes sense since the alarm clock is over there. So I walk over to the left side and slide in under the covers. Donovan takes a quick trip to the bathroom and when he comes out he turns the lights off, checks the locks on the door, and comes over to his side of the bed, slipping under the covers.
“Can I kiss you good night?” he asks, shifting on his side to face me.
“I would love that. Please do,” I purr at him.
The room is almost pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the clock radio, but I can make out Donovan is leaning in for a kiss. When our lips connect a warm glow begins to spread from my face to my neck and down my body. So slowly and gently we move our lips together. The contact awakens all the sexual feelings suppressed throughout the night, during our no-touching ride-along. Donovan lifts his hand to stroke the side of my face and cradles my head, deepening the kiss. His tongue is cool and tastes of toothpaste and Diet Coke. Our breaths begin to mingle and come at a more rapid rate. With every exhale Donovan absorbs the earlier tension allowing me to relax and succumb to him. We continue to kiss—lips, tongue, lips and tongue, making love with our mouths.
Donovan’s hand leaves my face and, starting at my waist, inches up to my right breast. Skimming the pad of his thumb along my erect nipple, he sends a shockwave of passion right between my thighs and I arc into his hand. His kissing becomes more urgent and our breaths come in quick short bursts forcing us to break. Moving his lips along my jawline to my neck and over to the sensitive spot below my ear, he continues kissing, licking and sucking on my neck and fondling my right breast over the T-shirt.
Moving his hand back down to my waist, he slips his hand under the shirt, stroking my bare skin and making me shudder. A small whimper seeps from my mouth, and like a beacon, the sound brings Donovan’s lips back to mine. With each stroke he moves his hand higher up my shirt. The anticipation of his hand touching my breast is almost agonizing, and I begin sucking and biting at his lower lip and teasing his mouth with my tongue. I want him to touch me so badly, but he’s taking his time. 

Monday, May 26, 2014

Interview with Ursula Sinclair

Please start by telling us a little about yourself (education, jobs, significant other, children, pets, etc.) 

My name is LaVerne Thompson, I write contemporary, fantasy and sci/fi romances. I also have an alter ego. Ursula Sinclair, and under this name I write romantic suspense and New Adult. I’ve been married for 24 years. I have two girls in college, which is why I love NA, two pets, a cat and a dog. And in another life I used to be a lawyer.

Tell us about your latest New Adult book and what inspired you to write it.

It’s a series about a ballerina as the heroine, the first two books in the 3 book series are finished. The Ballerina & The Fighter (Book 1) and Maze- The Ballerina Series Book 2. It’s the story of a professional ballerina, Ivy, who meets a MMA underground fighter, Maze. Now his type of fighting isn’t the modern day MMA fighting styles where there’s just as much wrestling going on as boxing. His is much more traditional styles. Maze and Ivy come from very different worlds but opposites do attract. My youngest is a classically trained ballerina and I was immersed in that world for 15 years, she no longer dances. I still cry over that. Lol But I always wanted to write a story that gave a nod to those wonderful athletics and thought the perfect partner for my good girl ballerina would be of course another athletic. Someone just as dedicated to his craft as my heroine, so Maze is a bad boy through and through capable of doing whatever he has to protect those he loves. And he loves Ivy above all.

The New Adult genre is fairly new. What's your definition of it? How does it differ from Young Adult or just regular Adult books?

There is a difference. For me in a NA book the protagonist are between the ages of 17-25. And they deal with mature issues but from a lack of experience. At times YA themes do encroach into the NA arena and the lines there can and do become blurred, especially when the YA themes might be one of abuse or making adult decisions before they are perceived age wise as an adult. And of course sex. If it has sex it’s NA, but not all NA necessarily has descriptive sex. No such blurring exists on the older end. I think most would agree that 25 is the cut off even 26 is pushing it. You’re too close to 30 and by then you can no longer use youth as an excuse for behavior. Also while traditionally NA seemed to focus on contemporary college settings I’m glad to see it branching out into any and all genres attracting more readers.

Do you belong to any critique groups and/or do you have other people read your work as you're writing it? Who's brutally honest and who's a cheerleader? Which do you prefer?

I do have several critique partners. My work does go through at least 2 critique partners, 2 beta readers and gets professionally edited. And still we miss things. It’s cause the work is constantly changing. I’d much rather brutal honesty. I tell people when they ask about finding critique partners if the work doesn’t come back with red all over, that person either couldn’t be bothered or you didn’t move them enough to even make a positive comment. Either way find someone else. Cause your readers won’t all be cheerleaders and will be quick to point out errors. And not always in a constructive way.

What are your all-time favorite authors/books? 

That’s a touch one I have enough to take up two pages. But I’ll just list a few stress few here. Pride and Prejudice, The Wheel of Time Series, Tolkien, Honor’s Splendour, A Place To Call Home.

Do you outline before you write or just dive head-first into a manuscript? Do you maintain a schedule for writing, or is it more haphazard?

Dive head first. I write whenever I can as much as I can.

Where do you do your best writing? (Ex: desk in your office, public library, under a tree in the park, in front of a Real Housewives TV marathon, etc.) Do you like music or some other background noise, or do you need quiet?

I usually have the TV on as back ground noise. When I was writing both Ballerina books I listened to a lot of the music I named in the books, but mostly it was Coolio’s Gangsta Paradise to reach the darkness I needed to create Maze’s dilemma and his solutions.

What are the best and worst parts of writing a book?

Time to finish it. There’s never enough. LOL

When you're driving and you have a sudden, brilliant idea for the new manuscript you're working on, what do you do? (Ex: pull over and fire up the laptop, keep driving while scribbling on a McDonald's bag, tell Siri, etc.)

I have been known to rush home and get it written down. LOL If I’m not on my way home I will jot a note in my phone while at a red light or once I get to my destination. I once got an idea on the way home from the store and ran a red light to get home and to get it down. I did the first 3 chapters in about an hour and finished the story in a month. It will be re-released next month. Hold On a contemporary romantic suspense.

Imagine you have a whole day free for shopping. Where do you go? (Mall, unique boutiques, flea market, antique shops, bookstore, home improvement store, etc.)

Easy. Mall. And I am a firm believer in shopping therapy. When the going gets tough the tough go shopping.

What are the top 5 titles in your Netflix queue? (Be honest.) Or if you don't have a Netflix queue, which books are on your bedside table? (Again, be honest.)

In my queue to watch are: Lore, War Witch, Soloman Kane, Invasion Earth, Timeline

Do you prefer to read ebooks or print?

Nowadays ebooks.

Where is your favorite place in the world?

The lounge chair in my bedroom. LOL

Do you have any advice for people who want to write a book?

Find a favorite spot open up your laptop and write the down the first thing that comes to you and go from there.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Review: Kiss Me Goodnight by Michele Zurlo

Kiss Me Goodnight by Michele Zurlo

Kiss Me Goodnight (The Kiss Me Series)


Story Rating: 4 out of 5


Recommended for: Summer beach read, preferably while sharing a cabana with James Franco.

            Kiss Me Goodnight is that classic story of girl meets boy, girl lies compulsively, girl's OCD makes her wash hands six times in a row, girl fears boy is married because she's usually a magnet for sleazy, married, cheating guys. Normally, a flawed heroine like Lacey with her OCD and tendency to lie more easily than she tells the truth would turn me off from page one, but Zurlo manages to make her likeable. Lacey juggles her psychological issues in an upbeat, entertaining way while trying to navigate life as a single twenty-something.
            In the book's opening pages, Lacey meets Dylan, who seems like the perfect man – except that he's probably married. Before long, she has another encounter with another handsome stranger – only this one is her boss's son, who she thinks has come to downsize her. That's when her compulsive lying kicks into high gear. Suddenly Lacey's life is way more complicated than she's comfortable with and change is on the horizon.
            Kiss Me Goodnight is a well-written story full of witty first-person commentary from Lacey herself. The girl's got problems – refer to the OCD, lying, married man attraction, and job uncertainty – but she's prepared to handle it. She's intelligent and attractive and possesses a pair of colossal brass balls. Readers will admire Lacey at the same time that they want to wring her neck. But what fun is a book where the main character is perfect and makes all the right choices for a life of smooth sailing?
            The primary fault with this book is that some aspects of Lacey's life seem too easy. For instance, she stumbles into a great new job in a competitive industry without even trying. That will doubtless aggravate those who have struggled with unemployment and the inability to break into a new field. Also, Lacey and her friends are a little too insightful when it comes to their own problems and motivations. It feels like they all spend a lot of time in therapy analyzing themselves and each other. But those are minor issues that were easy to overlook in favor of focusing on the central story of Lacey's life and loves.

Tags: hot guys wearing vintage band t-shirts, DNA tests, lesbian drummers, corporate downsizing, discounted alcohol, music, dogs running at large, and perjury.

Reviewed by Amanda

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Book promo! Blissful Tragedy by Amy L. Gale

Love. Chaos. Opportunity.  Commitment. Is the music that brought them together destined to tear them apart? 

Sometimes love is more than tragedy or bliss.

Ambitious 22-year-old Lexie Waters is intent on taking the advertising world by storm.  When she’s offered the soon to be open position she’s been vying for at a swanky advertising agency, there’s only one last summer separating her from dreams of corporate success. Still bitter from catching her boyfriend cheating, she heads out for a night of fun to see her favorite band, Devil’s Garden, but fun turns into utter embarrassment when she insults the enticingly confident lead singer, Van Sinclair. Van is intrigued by Lexie’s ability to resist his charm and secretly obtains her cell number.  Shocked but eager to get to know this captivating rocker, Lexie accepts Van’s invitation to see his next show, which requires an overnight stay. The overwhelming feelings that follow take them both by surprise, and with two months left before starting her sought after new position, Lexie joins the tour. As she’s catapulted into the world of groupies and wild parties, she questions Van’s commitment to her. So what happens at summer’s end when time runs out?
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Saturday, May 17, 2014

Asher release Party and Giveaway!


WELCOME to the Release Day Party and Giveaway for ASHER (Inked Brotherhood, #1). ASHER is a New Adult contemporary (erotic) romance, by Jo Raven. 

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Now eighteen, Audrey returns to her hometown for the first time after the accident – the car crash that took her dad and scarred her for life. She’s here to start again. Go to college and have fun. Make new friends. Get over the past.
But the past won’t let go. Asher is here – her first kiss, her first heartbreak. More handsome and distant than ever, he’s still the boy who used to be her best friend. That was before he changed into someone she hardly knows anymore – the boy who started getting into fights and gave her the cold shoulder for years.
Asher isn’t what she needs. In fact, she hates him and should try her best to keep away from him.
Yet her body doesn’t seem to care about how she feels, and maybe, just maybe this time her body got it right. Not that she has much of a choice. Asher draws her like a bright flame, and if she isn’t careful, she’ll burn.
And that may not be such a bad thing after all...
 *Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature readers only. Not intended for young adult readers.*


“What do you want?” Ash asks, his voice low and hard. Ah, there’s the anger I missed in his eyes.
“To see you.”
He sits down and looks away.
I make myself move. I step to the other end of the sofa and sit down. I feel like I had when I played a theater part during elementary school. Stage fright.
I will the words to come but there’s a blank forming in my mind where my thoughts should be.
Seeing him from up close is making things worse. My brain is too busy taking in his image, his beautiful features, his strong body; having its usual short-circuit.
He leans forward, dangling his hands between his denim-clad knees. His dark hair falls in his face, hiding his expression. I can’t take my eyes off his long fingers, and the fresh, red scar on his knuckles. Can’t help thinking he got that saving me.
“You guys want a drink?” Zane asks, and Dakota — thankfully fully dressed again — is already heading toward the kitchen as if she owns the place.
When neither of us say anything, Zane shrugs and turns to follow her.
Leaving us alone in the room.
“So...” Ash raises his eyes and licks his lips.
God, the gesture sends tingles all over my skin. I open my mouth to speak but can’t remember what I want to say. My body always knows how much I want Ash, even when my mind is confused.
“Your ankle seems better,” he says.
I nod, dumbly. I have to speak, tell him, ask him... Nothing comes out of my lips. My head is an echoing empty room.
Silence stretches.
His dark brows draw together. “Well, if you have nothing to say...” He gets up and strides across the living room, leaving me there.
“Wait.” I shoot to my feet, almost tripping over myself, and hurry after him. I want to say I’m sorry, but I’ve barely touched his arm when he spins around.
Now he advances on me, his gaze furious, and I back away, shocked. He pushes me until my back hits the wall, and then he leans over me.
I suddenly have the full length of his tall, muscled body pressed against me. I put my hands on his chest, pushing in vain against his rock-hard abs, caught between giddiness and fear.
“What do you want from me?” He bites each word out, his hand coming to rest next to my head on the wall. “What is it you want?”
“I want...” I don’t know. All I know is I hate the anger in his eyes, hate the tension in his body, the bruises on his face. I want to hold him. I reach up, brush my fingertips along his square jaw. “You.”
He blinks, eyes widening.
What have I said?
Oh god, I really said it.
As it sinks in, I open my mouth to fix this — but he doesn’t give me the chance. His bigger hand catches mine, keeping it on his cheek. Under his skin, I can feel a vein pulsing madly, his heart pounding.
“You don’t want me,” he says, his voice hoarse, and his gaze searches mine as if it’s a question and he’s waiting for an answer. “I’m no good.”
Again that barely there question mark at the end of his statement.
Or maybe I’m imagining it. I’m caught in his beauty. I love his wolf-like eyes, silver-blue with a darker rim, shaded by long lashes. And his lips... They’re perfect. I rise on my tiptoes to kiss them. He’s like gravity, pulling me close.
“You should stay away,” he says, softly, but his mouth descends on mine, sealing my lips, marking them with fire. His tongue invades my mouth.
He tastes of lightning and dark spice. He draws me in, and I’m lost and falling, his hard arousal a counterpoint to the hot throb between my legs.
Closer. I want to feel him closer. My hand drops from his chest to his hip and snakes around, pressing into the small of his back.
Big mistake. Ash jerks back with a groan and slams his other hand on the wall, missing my face by an inch.
What the hell? “Ash, what—?”
“Leave,” he spits and steps back, away from me. “You were right to hate me, Auds. Stay away.”
I watch him go, my lips burning, my heart sinking. Like gravity, he lets me think I’m flying only to let me slam into the ground once again.

Inked Brotherhood Series 

Five boys brought together by fate. Five young men trying to overcome their troubled pasts. Five tattoos marking them as a brotherhood built on tragedy. Will they find understanding and rise above the pain?
Five girls tied by friendship. Five young women fighting their own demons. Five lives laced with sorrow. Will they be strong enough to save the men they love and make them happy?  

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