Jul 24

Tempting Sydney by Angela Corbett Blog Tour and Giveaway

By Miranda Arnold in Reveals & Tours

“Someone needs to make you come completely undone, Sydney Parker.” His tongue moved slowly over his lips. “That someone is going to be me.”

Goal-oriented Sydney Parker has never had a problem focusing. She’s about to start law school, the first step on her way to the Supreme Court. With no time for relationships, she lives vicariously through her best friend Brynn, who has recently decided to use sex as a research tool. Sydney, however, hasn’t been laid in years. Men are a distraction, one Sydney has diligently avoided…until Jackson West crashes into her life, and under her hood.

The last thing Sydney needs is a hot mechanic working on her ‘69 Camaro. Especially a hot mechanic with eyes like the ocean and lick-me abs, who claims to be better in bed than a werewolf.

Jax thinks that’s exactly what Sydney needs.

But Sydney has goals, and a relationship with the enigmatic Jax would challenge her.

Distract her.

Tempt her.

Sydney is about to find out that temptation is very hard to resist.

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The light from the setting sun glared off the truck door as it opened. The person was in shadow, but his outline showed a large, tall, imposing frame. Wide shoulders, narrow waist, full head of hair. I thinned my eyes. Since Red was just a little above hobbit size and balding, I figured this must be one of his employees, and not one I recognized by silhouette. I lifted my hand to block the light and try to get a better view. It didn’t help. He kept walking toward me and was five feet away before I realized who it was.

Confident, gorgeous blue eyes held mine. It was the guy. And he was standing in front of me…about to work on my engine. I had a momentary hot flash and took a deep, steadying breath to try to calm down.

Jax pulled a piece of candy from his pocket, unwrapping it as he watched me, like he was waiting for my next move and totally amused by the internal struggle I seemed to be having. He put the candy in his mouth, rolling it against the inside of his cheek, then cocked a brow. “Hey, sixty-nine. Want a piece?”

I shook my head, candy the very last thing on my mind.

“Want a piece of candy, then?”

Halfway through the movie, he shifted, his leg falling down, opening wider. His whole body angled in toward me. Electricity pulsed between us and my heart was thumping out of my chest. His eyes latched to mine as he reached down and started pulling my hand…up.

I forgot to breathe as I watched my fingers drag over the inner seam of his jeans. I only remembered to gasp in air when I was almost ready to pass out. As my hand moved, I hazarded a glance at his face. His sapphire eyes were dark and fiery with need and anticipation.

And he kept moving my hand. Slowly.

Angela Corbett graduated from Westminster College where she double majored in communication and sociology. She has worked as a journalist, freelance writer, and director of communications and marketing. She loves classic cars, traveling, and listening to U2. She lives in Utah with her incredibly supportive husband and their five-pound Pomeranian, Pippin, whose following of fangirls could rival Justin Bieber’s. She writes YA/NA titles as Angela Corbett. She writes Adult titles as Destiny Ford.

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Jul 24

Tempting Sydney by Angela Corbett Review

By Amie Knight in Reviews

4 Smooches!

Synopsis

“Someone needs to make you come completely undone, Sydney Parker.” His tongue moved slowly over his lips. “That someone is going to be me.”

The last thing Sydney needs is a hot mechanic working on her ‘69 Camaro. Especially a hot mechanic with eyes like the ocean and lick-me abs, who claims to be better in bed than a werewolf.

Jax thinks that’s exactly what Sydney needs.

But Sydney has goals, and a relationship with the enigmatic Jax would challenge her.

Distract her.

Tempt her.

Sydney is about to find out that temptation is very hard to resist

Review

Sydney Parker has her priorities straight, nothing will get in the way of her goals! Law school is going to require a lot of studying and boys are not going to get in her way. Or so she thought. A pair of ‘Blue Eyes’ at Soup and Spoon challenge Sydney, her goals, and her comfort zone.

“Someone need to make you come completely undone Sydney Parker…that someone is going to be me”

Holy hotness, Jax West has a way with words and uses his fair share of innuendos. But I didn’t mind. He made me blush! I connected with these two instantly. I felt their emotions, the fun banter, the moments that make your heart clench when you realize you said something mean to the one you love.

“Too much what? Too much emotion? Too much commitment? Because that’s what relationships are. Intimacy, commitment, emotion. Love.”

This author did an excellent job. These two were very relatable. Broken Jax and studious Sydney find the right amount of compromise for their blossoming relationship. Their story was beautifully written and captivated me from the very start. 4 smooches for Tempting Sydney by Angela Corbett.

Sarah

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Jul 23

Wife Number Seven by Melissa Brown Blog Tour and Giveaway

By Miranda Arnold in Reveals & Tours

TITLE: WIFE NUMBER SEVEN

AUTHOR: MELISSA BROWN

RELEASED: JULY 21st

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Lipstick. Bright, red lipstick. Nothing but lipstick. Even though it’s against our faith to wear a color that screams of sexual promiscuity and deviant behavior, I’m not allowed to protest. But, I want to. So badly.

You see, there’s more to me than the braid that spills down my back. More to me than the layers of heavy fabric that maintain my modesty. And so much more than the oppressive wedding band that adorns my finger–the same band that each of my sister wives wear. So much more. To protest would be sinful. I must keep sweet, that is my duty.

So I’ll wear the lipstick. I’ll do as I’m told. And I’ll do my best to silence the resistance within me, to push him from my mind. If only my heart would do the same.

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“Wait.” Porter hopped up from the couch and ran in front of me, closing the door. He turned, forcing me against the wall of the hallway. Then he placed his hands on the wall on either side of me, and stood much too close to me. My heart thumped inside my chest and sweat formed on the back of my neck. He was trapping me. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I come here? What did I expect to happen? Silly girl. Foolish girl. Stupid girl. Porter tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as he asked, “Why are you really here?” “I-I already t-told you.” I clenched my eyes tightly, scolding myself for stumbling on my words. “No, that’s not why. Tell me the truth.” He leaned in closer, whispering into my ear, “It’s okay, you can say it.” Slowly, he inched closer. I felt like his prey as he backed me into the wall, one arm above each of my shoulders. With my back pressed against the wall and his breath on the sensitive skin of my neck, my anxiety ramped up and the area between my legs began to throb. “Say what?” I whispered, finally allowing my gaze to meet his. His eyes had darkened, become intense, and focused on me as if everything else in the world had ceased to exist. No one had ever looked at me like that. He sees me. Really sees me. What on earth have I gotten myself into? “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice low. He lifted one hand from the wall and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I shook my head. “You’re lying,” he insisted. “I know it.” Again, I shook my head from side to side, closing my eyes tightly, resisting the urge to place my lips on his, just like I had in my dreams. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he said softly. “I don’t want to, but I can’t stop. Ever since you came here that day, I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” I flinched. That awful word made my shoulders tense. But my heart fluttered at the idea of Porter thinking of me, wanting me, dreaming of me like I dreamed of him. I said nothing, but met his stare with my own. “Tell me something,” he whispered when I didn’t respond to his confession. “Do you love him?” Again, this wholly inappropriate question. Only this time, I wanted to answer. I wanted to scream it through the apartment. I wanted him to know that Lehi Cluff could never own my heart. When I didn’t answer, he moved in closer, so close I could feel the thumping of his heart against mine. I shook my head in answer to his question, and he sighed. “I see.” He nuzzled the hot skin of my neck with his nose, before he pulled back to look into my eyes. “Tell me something else.” I glanced away quickly, afraid to look back into his icy eyes. “Does he make you come?” I wanted to pretend that I knew what he meant. But I didn’t. I had no idea. I glanced up, searching his eyes for an explanation. “C-come where?” I asked finally. He chuckled again under his breath. “Come,” he said again as he ran his finger down the side of my neck, then skimmed it along the neckline of my dress. “It’s not a place, it’s a feeling,” he explained. “A feeling so intense you come apart.” Porter continued to drag his fingers gently across the delicate skin at the base of my neck. I held my breath, but the rise and fall of my chest didn’t stop. “It’s what happens when a man knows how to touch a woman the right way. Make her feel things no one else can. Make her respond with the lightest touch, in just the right place.” His face was inches from mine. I could taste his breath. Feel the heat. “Oh.” I swallowed hard. My throat was dry, my breath harsh. He was talking about orgasms. Rebecca had explained them to me, about losing herself in Burt. I’d never lost myself, but something told me I could easily lose myself in Porter. Part of me was already lost in him, in his smoky voice, in the heat of his breath on my ear, in the tip of his finger against the fabric of my dress. “I’d make you come . . . so hard.” His voice was rough as his finger continued to dip down beneath the cotton. The pulsing in my private area increased, so much that I had to press my thighs together to numb the sensation. He glanced down at my crossed feet and smiled. “Come on, Brin. Admit it,” he insisted softly. “You think about me, just as I think about you. I know you do.” Involuntarily, as if somehow detached from the reasonable side of my brain, my head nodded up and down. Slowly. So slowly.

Melissa Brown was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago. She attended the University of Illinois and is the mother of two fantastic kids. She’s an avid reader who enjoys making handmade gifts for her family and friends, as well as baking and painting. She speaks fluent movie quotes from the 1980s and ’90s.Her romance titles include Bouquet Toss, Champagne Toast, Picturing Perfect and Unwanted Stars. She is currently developing a Young Adult series called Sorority of Three.

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Why I wrote this story…

Quite a few people have asked me why I decided to write this story— why I chose this subject matter instead of writing another light romance like the “Love of my Life” series. For some, this book seems out of character for a “Melissa Brown book.” The best answer I can give is that I just had to. I’ve been fascinated by this lifestyle for years, unable to wrap my brain around how a woman could share her husband. The idea for Brinley’s story came to me over a year ago, and it stuck with me. I kept seeing the characters in my head and I knew that eventually I had to tell her story. Whenever I shared my idea with friends, they were intrigued. I think we’re all drawn to taboo subjects such as polygamy. We’re curious about those who live their lives so differently than we live our own. I’ve read several autobiographies from those who have left polygamous compounds, and have been fascinated. For everything I learned, I wanted to learn more. So, I watched documentaries, read more, devoured all of the information that I could. If I was going to tackle this topic, I knew that I had to be accurate. For my readers who have enjoyed my contemporary romance novels, I hope you will give this one a try, as well. It’s different—that’s true. It’s a little darker, it pushes boundaries in a way that my other books have not. But, as a writer, this excites me. I want to continue to push myself as my career continues. I am not finished with light romance, but I’ve really enjoyed pushing myself in this way. And for that reason, this book has become my very favorite of anything I’ve written. And I promise, within the darkness there is still hope in this story. I can’t completely abandon my inner optimist.

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Jul 23

Wife Number Seven by Melissa Brown Review

By Miranda Arnold in Reviews

5 Smooches

Synopsis

Lipstick. Bright, red lipstick. Nothing but lipstick.
Even though it’s against our faith to wear a color that screams of sexual promiscuity and deviant behavior, I’m not allowed to protest.
But, I want to.
So badly.

You see, there’s more to me than the braid that spills down my back.
More to me than the layers of heavy fabric that maintain my modesty.
And so much more than the oppressive wedding band that adorns my finger–the same band that each of my sister wives wear.
So much more.
To protest would be sinful.
I must keep sweet, that is my duty.

So I’ll wear the lipstick. I’ll do as I’m told.
And I’ll do my best to silence the resistance within me, to push him from my mind.
If only my heart would do the same.

Review

OMG! I do not even know where to start to describe this amazing new book by Melissa Brown or the many feels it left me with. I have been anxiously awaiting the release of this book ever since my friend Ashley received an early copy and I read her review and the synopsis. I loved how incredibly different this book sounded and knew once I started it that I was reading something very special.

We meet Brinley, a young woman born into the Fundamentalist Mormon life and has married a much older man, Lehi. She is his seventh wife and although resigned to her lifestyle for she believes it is the only way she will get to heaven she is unhappy. She does not love her husband and is not close with her sister wives. Brinley lives a very lonely existence and from the moment I met her my heart was breaking for the fact that she had given up on all that she secretly desires.

“My existence is a lonely one. Lehi relieves that loneliness for the twenty-four hours when I pretend I’m the only one he lays with. And I do pretend. Every waking hour.”

There is one thing Brinley lives for, visits into town when errands need to be ran. It is during one of these visits that Brinley has an encounter with a former Mormon, Porter. Porter is not to be confused with a good guy. He has his demons and is clearly on drugs, but still there is something there in him that Brinley sees and admires. She desperately desires the freedom that comes from being out the outside but is way too scared to take the leap of faith necessary to being that type of life. But more than that there is something about Porter Hammond that pulls at her. Even though she is married and knows it is wrong she cannot help but start up a friendship with him.

“I’d never lost myself, but something told me I could easily lose myself in Porter.”

As I mentioned before Brinley was not close with her sister wives but there is one she would consider a friend, Aston, and soon a new wife joins the family, Rebecca. From the beginning Brinley and Rebecca become close and it is Rebecca who tells Brinley about the fact that real soul consuming love is possible and not just a fairy tale. These two women play vital roles in Brinley’s story and I desperately hope they receive their own books. They both drive her and Porter together and apart and without their influences this story would not have been as dynamic as it was.

Wife Number Seven is so much more than just a love story. It tells the tale of a young woman struggling in her situation desperate for some inkling that she can survive. Anyone who has ever felt stuck in a bad place before with immediately bond with Brinley. I won’t say that I always loved her. There were most definitely times I wanted to grab her shoulders and shake some sense into her, to tell her it is ok, she is strong enough. But no matter what I felt like I understood her. I felt like at times in my life I was her. Our stories are very different but the feeling of desiring more than what life has handed you is universal. I loved that both her and Porter were flawed, They felt like real people, this is not some idealized fairy tale where suddenly they run off together and immediately get their Happily Ever After. This is a story where they have to grow and make mistakes and work together at finding the right balance but one that shows me that Love is real and if you are willing to put the work into it happiness is always a possibility.

“That place . . . it’s my hell. But I’d go into hell for you, Brin, no questions asked. I’d do it again and again to make you mine.” “But I am ,” I insisted, tracing his chin with my fingertips. “I’m already yours.”

~miranda

“I always knew I would share my husband.”

“I had my secrets. A voice inside told me I didn’t belong here, that there was another life waiting for me. And with each passing year, that voice became louder.”

Jul 23

Broken Love & Forever Bound by Layla Stevens Cover Reveal

By Miranda Arnold in Reveals & Tours

Coming: August 2014

Genre: Adult, Dark Erotic Romance

Kayla Ashby is bound by her terrifying past, but what haunts her most is her dreams. Can Kayla’s dreams be real? In her dreams, she can fulfill all her erotic desires; she has no boundaries, and can be anyone or anything she wants. She often finds herself with erotic clothing and using a whip and handcuffs.

Kayla has a problem in real life dealing with her demons but at night, while she is sleeping she is no longer the scared little girl she once was. Are her dreams telling her who she really is? And can she break away from her fears to become that person or will she be forever bound by her past?

Her heart is bound to another. She has loved him from the very beginning, but is she worthy of him and his love? Is it possible to overcome all those thoughts and dreams that hold her back and move on? Can Kayla overcome her abandonment issues and discover what it is like to truly love?

Garrett Winters holds his feelings close to his heart. Keeping his true feelings deep inside, hidden from those who surround him, including the one who he wants nothing more than to capture. Lovers come and go, but no one else comes close to doing what they do for each other their bond is immeasurable.

Will fate bring him to his true love or will he forever be bound to finding his heart? When they cross paths again, can their love overcome or will they both be forever, broken

I am 34 years old and writing my first book. I am married to my husband David who is being very supportive of my choice to right a book. {I think he likes the fact that I run ideas off his head.} But he would never tell anyone that. I am blessed to be the mom of a little girl named Sage who is the light of my life.{I call her Olga, and she hates it} I did not give birth to her but I choose her.

I am blessed with great friends who have always had my back. I have a lot to learn in this world of writing but, so far I am enjoying the ride. I am always willing to help out anyone who is in need all you have to do is ask. I never knew that writing a book would show me so much about myself. I have learned so much in a short amount of time. And I can’t wait to learn more.

I am also a member of a great Publishing Company Called Scilicet. We are always accepting new Authors, all genre is welcomed.

I look forward to you all reading my book. I hope that it sparks something inside of you that says wow.

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Jul 23

Irrevocable by Skye Callahan Blog Tour and Giveaway

By Miranda Arnold in Reveals & Tours

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SYNOPSIS

Sometimes when you can’t go back, the only way out is to descend into the darkness.

my Captor

When I woke in that place, I just wanted to survive. But survival came at a cost, for which they demanded my will and body.

my Master

With pain came acceptance. Fully-dependent on the man who claimed me, I learned to appreciate what I had-life and relative safety.

my Protector

I watched him spill blood and tend my injuries. With betrayal came a revelation.

The only way out was to bring them all down or die trying.

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EXCERPT

Through the haze of sleep, I felt hands on me. Cold and rough. I thought for a fleeting moment that it might have been Kyle. Then, I remembered our break up. It had happened weeks ago, but maybe that part was the dream. My memory was fucked and I couldn’t latch onto a thought long enough to ride it out of the fog. Too many hands. They groped and pulled—rough against my skin and digging into muscle and bone. I tried to retreat, my back pressed into a hard surface beneath me, and my nostrils filled with the smell of musk and damp stale air. I had no idea where I was, or how I’d gotten there. I kicked and gasped, trying to get back to the surface where reality lurked, shimmering in the distance, but just out of reach, like the sun on the surface of the water during a dive. A hand latched onto my hair and held my head back. My eyelids were finally freed from the sticky muck that held me in semi-consciousness, and I opened them to find myself staring up into unfamiliar green eyes. I only held his gaze for a few seconds—if that—but it seemed like it lasted for hours as my brain fought to categorize the details. Its useless attempt to understand what was going on. The man clutching my hair had vivid green eyes, but they may as well have been black given the emotionless void they displayed. His hair was shaggy, brown with a mix of grey, the same colors that stood out in his unkempt stubble. As if he needed any help looking rough. He exhaled and his breath settled over my face, reeking of booze and cigarettes. The smell made me queasy, but I didn’t have time to dwell on that, as another set of hands tugged at my jeans. My gaze traveled around the room, taking in the small crowd. At least half a dozen men surrounded the table where they had me spread out like a holiday feast. All dressed differently, from ragged tank tops to well-fitting dark button-down shirts, but they all projected an air of unchecked danger. Necks marked with tattoos, hands covered in callouses and scars. Scruffy faces accented their sneers and smirks, as they stood above me staring down with eyes starved of humanity and full of lust. Apparently, they didn’t expect me to put up a fight, because aside from the hand tangled in my hair, no one seemed concerned with keeping a tight grip on me. Probably because they outnumbered me, and I assumed they would have no problem beating the crap out of me as I struggled. They’d downright enjoy it. Unfortunately, I didn’t fully consider how that scenario would play out. I bucked and managed to knee the one pulling on my waistband in the face. He grunted, but I can’t imagine I inflicted as much pain as his retaliatory blow to my ribs. I sucked in air and rolled, curling around the injury and gasping for each painful breath as the sickening throb exacerbated my confusion.

AUTHOR BIO

I’ve been coming up with stories for as long as I can remember, and in elementary school I began writing them all down. Ghosts and vampires, have always been my favorite beings to write about. Maybe it was growing up with a grandma who always told me about how she’d always rush home to watch Dark Shadows, and growing up reading and watching anything paranormal that I could find.

My debut, Fractured Legacy (Paranormal Urban Fantasy novella), was released on October 22, 2013, and the sequel Beyond the Divide is currently in progress and expected to release in early 2014.

I am also taking a departure from the paranormal world with a BDSM Romance, Bound and Unbroken, which will also be released in early 2014. I go where my characters lead me, and Eric and Lena decided that I needed a definite break from the paranormal.

When I’m not spending time with the voices in my head, I work in business consulting and hang out with my husband and all of our furry family members.

Random Stuff:

I LOVE Rum, but that’s probably not a secret.

I love sexy cars more than I love rum. My top picks would be a ’65 Mustang, practically any Bugatti Veyron, or an Aston Martin Vanquish.

I once based a character in a story on my husband, and the character died.

Don’t bother trying to figure it out, I never released that book.

I’ve never met some of my closest friends in person–some of them live on the other side of the world.

I never set out for anyone at work to know that I’m a writer, but now they buy my books, so it’s a good deal.

I’m not terribly good at being girly–I don’t wear makeup, only own 4 pairs of shoes, and I’ve never had a manicure.

I learned to handle a gun before I learned long division.

I cuss like a sailor unless I’m around my grandma.

While most of the people in my graduate research classes were buried in books, I was glued to the TV researching the evolving portrayal of “Indianness”.

I’ve seen Disturbed in concert 3 times.

I still have a crush on Jason David Frank (aka Tommy Oliver the Green/White Ranger)

I work with my husband and it’s the 3rd time we’ve worked for the same business.

If I’m not watching Top Gear, I’m probably watching something that was filmed before I was born. Currently, Dick Van Dyke is in my DVD player.

I have a phobia of crickets.

Should I throw you one hell of a fact if you’ve made it this far? I was diagnosed with PTSD two and a half years ago, and my doctor suggested that

I start writing again to help cope with the symptoms.

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Jul 22

Loving Cara by Kristen Proby Review

By Nicole Sullivan in Reviews

Synopsis

In her sizzling new series, USA Today bestselling author Kristen Proby sets the stage for a passionate reunion under the breathtaking Montana sky.

Cara Donovan’s summer tutoring job is turning out to be a challenge—and not just because of her troubled twelve-year-old student. It’s his uncle Josh who’s the real problem. If problem is the word for an irresistibly cocky, muscle-bound rancher with a taste for tight Levi’s and shameless flirtation. . . .

Cara is nothing like the wallflower Josh King remembers good-naturedly teasing in high school. This Cara is gorgeous, confident, fun. From the moment the fiery teacher steps foot on his family’s Lazy K Ranch, the stubborn playboy is determined to corral her. So what happens when his luscious lover takes over the reins?

The first in a steamy trilogy, Kristen Proby’s enthralling novel is filled to the brim with one hardworking family’s triumphs and challenges, all the wild adventure of the modern West, and a whole lot of titillating fun.

Review

One of the main reasons why I absolutely adore reading Kristen Proby books is because they warm your heart and soul. The With Me In Seattle series is wonderful and I was thrilled when she announced her new series, Love Under the Big Sky. In this first book of the series, we meet Cara. She is a school teacher in a small Montana town and she loves it. She takes great pride in being a stand-up citizen in the town she grew-up in. Her overall joyous and can-do attitude is infectious. She’s very sweet, self-assured as well as self-reliant. She is asked to be a tutor for the summer to a young boy that is having extra troubles, Seth. He needs guidance and Cara agrees to tutoring him. Little did she know, it would lead her to love under the Big Sky.

Seth has been dropped off with his grandparents and Uncle Josh at their ranch by his heinous mother. She is simply atrocious and Seth’s father, Zack, is stuck overseas fighting for America. Well lucky for everyone, Cara swoops in and is able to break thru with Seth. They form a nice bond built on trust and even though he is a young kid, having to deal with his mother’s lies about his father, he stuggles to do what is right.

Now Cara has known the King family her whole life growing up in a small town. Josh King is now, very awawre of Cara and all of her amazingness. He doesn’t stop trying to win her heart from the moment she takes the tutoring job. Their love is very passionate and intense and very, very sweet. I loved all the fun characters in this first book and can’t wait for more from this new series. Josh and Cara are sweet and I just loved the Alpha hot man that came out to play. Josh is sexy, sexy. Another winner from Kristen Proby. This series is nicely balanced between sweet, sexy and mysterious. I can’t wait for more!

5 SMOOCHIES

~Nicole

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Jul 22

Word Play by Amalie Silver Blog Tour

By Miranda Arnold in Reveals & Tours

WORD PLAY

Author: Amalie Silver

Genre: Romantic Comedy

~ SYNOPSIS ~

Smut sells.

Michael Rourke learned this the hard way.Struggling to make ends meet as a mystery writer, he sold his soul – and his pride – as he pedaled sex and lust writing under the pen name Christoph Strong.No one knew he was the one behind the steamy stories on the bestsellers lists. And he planned to keep it that way.Until he met her.

Monica Singer, an infamous blogger, is keen to discover the truth of his secret identity.

During a chance meeting at a book convention, Michael and Monica form an instant connection. And soon, an innocent online friendship becomes something so much more.

But as Michael starts to let his guard down, he doesn’t realize that the person he’s learning to trust may be hiding secrets of her own.

Secrets that could ultimately destroy everything.

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Jul 22

Word Play by Amalie Silver Review

By Nicole Sullivan in Reviews

Synopsis

Smut sells.
Michael Rourke learned this the hard way.
Struggling to make ends meet as a mystery writer, he sold his soul – and his pride – as he pedaled sex and lust writing under the pen name Christoph Strong.
No one knew he was the one behind the steamy stories on the bestsellers lists. And he planned to keep it that way.
Until he met her.
Monica Singer, an infamous blogger, is keen to discover the truth of his secret identity.
During a chance meeting at a book convention, Michael and Monica form an instant connection. And soon, an industry rivalry becomes something else entirely.
But as Michael starts to let his guard down, he doesn’t realize that the person he’s learning to trust may be hiding secrets of her own.
Secrets that could ultimately destroy everything.

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Satire:

noun

the use of humor, irony, exaggeration,

or ridicule to expose and criticize people’s stupidity or

vices, particularly in the context of contemporary politics and other topical issues.

Word Play by Amalie Silver is an amazingly funny, witty, punch you in the throat with it’s take on social media piece of writing. It left me breathless countless times with it’s spot on humor about the lives of writers, bloggers, and the entire book industry. It centers around a writer, Michael Rourke and a book blogger, Monica Singer. Monica is not all she appears to be though. I will leave that little nugget for you to discover yourself. While we are talking about deception, Michael isn’t exactly who he portrays himself to be either. This hilarious story unfolds with Michael barely comprehending the fact that he is not a mystery writer, as he believes himself to be. In a fit of desperation to, you know, buy food and booze and pay rent, he wrote an erotica novel. Not just any piece of erotica, but a bestseller to boot. His agent has made arrangements for him to attend a book convention in Houston and so off he sets for an adventure that will truly change his life forever.

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I can’t say this enough: this story is a breath of fresh air. It came to me at a time when I was reading what seemed to be the same drivel over and over and it truly was rejuvenating. Yes I am a blogger. Yes I love reading and I receive many opportunities at reading ARCs, but without sounding too…snobbish, sometimes it gets old. This story is anything but ‘old’. It is a satire, so parts are exaggerated, but in the best possible way. The characters, all of them, are so friendly, familiar, and rich. Their stories unfold and intertwine perfectly creating a world about books and writing that is all too familiar. It was an immense joy to read and fall in love with Michael and his lady love. Their story is actually way more complicated that it first seems, and yet it is simple in truth. They like each other. Simple, understated and yet at the same time, everything. This is the perfect anecdote to the constant barrage of billionaire playboys dominating the young virgins that have swept the industry. Don’t get me wrong, there is a time and place for those. But if you have spent many hours in that ‘place’ and are looking for something that will leave your stomach cramping with laughter, Word Play is definitely for you!

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Jul 22

No Apologies by Sybil Bartel Blog Tour and GIveaway

By Miranda Arnold in Reveals & Tours

No Apologies

by Sybil Bartel

No Apologies Synopsis:

Never apologize

Hard-edged rocker Graham Allen has it all. He’s flush with cash from playing bass in a band by night and restoring classic cars by day. And there are plenty of women willing to share his bed for a night, complication-free. Perfect, because if there’s anything he learned from his past, it was to never get attached—to anything. So when bartender Carly Sullivan flashes her innocent smile, Graham isn’t prepared for what happens next.

Never fall in love

Two rules, that’s all Graham has—never apologize and never fall in love. He knows Carly is everything he should avoid. Cheerful and sweet, she has “relationship” written all over her. But Graham can’t stay away from her probing questions and concerned blue eyes.

When Graham discovers Carly is hiding a crushing secret, he’s prepared to risk it all. Until in one single moment, everything changes and Graham’s past threatens to collide with his future. His life is crumbling down around him, and soon no apology in the world can save him.

He should’ve known to walk away.

Sybil Bartel Bio:

I grew up in Northern California with my head in a book and my feet in the sand. I dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew me into the world of storytelling. I love the New Adult genre, but really, any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes me swoon.

I now live in Southern Florida and while I don’t get to read as much as I like, I still bury my toes in the sand. If I’m not writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in my backyard, you can find me spending time with my handsomely tattooed husband, my brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…

But Seriously?

Here are ten things you really want to know about me.

I grew up a faculty brat. I can swear like a sailor. I love men in uniform. I hate being told what to do. I can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks me out. My favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—I can’t decide. I have a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on me for driving directions, ever. And I have a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell my husband

Excerpt:

One of the baristas who’d been here every day dumped a bin on a table next to us and began throwing dishes in. “He’s been here all week, Carly.” She said it like it pissed her off.

Carly’s eyes snapped to mine. “You’ve been coming here all week?”

I didn’t move, I didn’t blink.

“For me?” Confusion worried her brow.

I gave a slight nod.

“Oh.” Her lips formed a perfect O.

I didn’t have words, I had actions.

She searched my face and I knew she saw every single emotion I carefully hid from the world. I felt raw and exposed and there was nowhere else I wanted to be in this moment.

She slowly nodded and her face softened. “I’m not mad at you.”

A hundred pounds of shit lifted off my shoulders and I took my first full breath since that night. “Hummingbird.” It came out sounding exactly like what it was: a plea.

She took a stilted breath, as if she didn’t hear me. “I have to expect that people will read my work. If I forward my stories, they’ll get forwarded, again and again and maybe even copied or plagiarized. I can’t change that. Being a writer is about wearing your heart on your sleeve. Everyone will know my thoughts, and most will make assumptions. I can’t let it hurt me or even affect me because if I do, I’ll never make it as a writer. So, I’m not mad at you, at what you did. I just…I feel betrayed.”

The weight, the ache, the poison, it was all back. But worse.

“Jesus,” I whispered. Say the word. She needed the word. She needed the words to match. I knew that. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t give this perfect, fragile, strong bird everything I had. I would have nothing left. I would be nothing. Honest, hurt, bottomless blue eyes that were more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen waited for me to do the right thing. So I did what I should have done a year ago. I turned to walk away.

“Graham.”

Goddamn it. Keep moving, one foot then another, just keep going. But my heart spoke and my body followed. I turned around. And wished like hell I hadn’t. The pain I saw was crushing. “I never meant to hurt you, Hummingbird.”

“You’re walking away?” Disbelief, anger, hurt, it was all in her expression.

“I betrayed you.” I didn’t care if everyone in this place heard us. I was beyond caring what other people thought. I only cared what she thought.

“Please.” Her voice broke. “Stop.”

Angry, at myself, at her, at this whole fucked-up situation, I snapped. I took a step toward her and forced myself to speak in a hushed tone. “Stop what? Hurting you? Isn’t it clear I can’t do that?”

She didn’t back down. “It’s better to be sorry than to be right.”

“I’m neither.”

“I forgive you,” she whispered.

I walked out.

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